We hit three more stoplights (I stalled each time), but finally got on the highway. I shifted into fourth. This was more like the driving I was used to. I realized my muscles were stiff – my biceps and thighs – like I’d just done three hours of CrossFit.
Darcy’s phone started to sing, but she switched it off. Then she reached across the seat and started undoing my belt.
“Um, Darcy?”
“It’s BJ o’clock,” Darcy said, like this was totally normal. I had finally stopped freaking out in the car, but it started all over again as my sister fished my dick out of my fly. “Every two hours.”
“You have an alarm set?”
Darcy shrugged like it was the most natural thing in the world. She dipped over and started sucking my dick. That traitorous bastard stiffened right up as she slurped up and down.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said.
“Then hurry up and cum,” Darcy said.
A truck honked loudly, and I realized I’d swerved halfway out of my lane. I did my best to straighten up, but I could either focus on the road or my sister’s blowjob and doing both was going to get us killed.
We came up on our exit and I signaled over. My sister hummed over my dick.
“Come on, little brother. Be a good boy and give me all your cum,” Darcy said. She sat up, looked around, quickly flashed me, then dropped back down on my cock. She made happy little humming noises, like she was eating the world’s best burrito instead of her brother’s dong.
We got off the highway and stopped at a red light. I prayed no one would pull up next to us, or behind us, or anywhere. Finally stopped, I was able to give Darcy my full attention.
“Here, hold my head,” Darcy said, taking my hand and putting it on the back of her skull. “Like a good slut.”
I rested my hand there, but I didn’t push. Darcy did all the work herself. Right as the light turned green, I came.
Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.
My world went white as I filled my sister’s waiting mouth. The pleasure was intense but short. The next thing I knew, I was being treated to another symphony of car horns. I hit the gas and, of course, stalled. By the time I was able to get started, the light had turned red again. As you can imagine, the traffic around us was not happy with me.
“Here, I’ll take us home,” Darcy said. She jumped out of the passenger seat and ran around the front of the car, waving apologetically to all the other drivers. I climbed into the passenger seat and my sister took the wheel. When the light turned green, we raced off with a roar. Darcy laughed hysterically as we peeled off.
*
“How was the movie?” my Mom asked as we got out of the car. She and Dad were both on their hands and knees in the front yard, putting in tulip bulbs.
“Good,” Darcy said, “We went to the mall after and hung out. Ethan bought a bunch of clothes for work.”
“No, I…”
“Oh, I’m so glad to hear that,” Mom said.
“Happy to see you’re finally taking things seriously,” Dad said.
“I like the haircut,” Mom said, “Very dashing.”
“I need a nap,” Darcy said, then went into the house. I shrugged and followed her inside. My sister wasn’t kidding. She went right to her room and shut the door behind her. I stood, staring at the wood grain dumbly for a moment, then went back to my own room. I took out all the clothes Darcy had made me buy and put them in my drawers. They looked odd lying next to my t-shirts and jeans, like a dude wearing a tuxedo at a swimming pool.
An hour later, my parents came in the house. I heard them taking turns showering and working on dinner. They called us down and the four of us ate together at the table for the first time I could remember in years.
After dinner, my parents announced that since they had cooked, it was Darcy’s and my job to do the dishes. We both stood up and started clearing. Darcy started the sink going and I stood next to her, towel at the ready, to dry.
Instead of handing me a dish, though, Darcy stood in front of me and undid her jeans. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
“Come on, E, I’m so worked up from today. I did you twice in a row with nothing in return,” she said.
I agreed that was fair, but I didn’t think it was such a good idea to do it now, with our parents in the next room. Darcy wouldn’t hear it though. She let her bottoms fall to her ankles and turned around. Bent over the sink, doing dishes like it was nothing. Like her pouting, purple pussy wasn’t being presented to the world right that moment.
“The sooner I cum…” she said.
I reached down around her ass and found her wanting slot. I dipped my fingers into my sister’s sex, and she gasped.
“You OK in there?” my Mom called out.
“Water. Hot,” Darcy said. She was down to one word at a time. I started sawing in and out of my sister’s sex. She wiggled her butt and giggled. She took one hand out of the sink and started to rub her clit. We worked together to bring her off. The kitchen started to smell of my sister. I was praying to a lot of different gods that day, but whoever oversaw parental distraction was definitely at the top of my list in that moment.
Finally, Darcy stiffened. Her eyes rolled back a bit and her hand stopped stroking her clit. I slid my fingers out of her.
Darcy reached down and pulled up her pants. She started washing the dishes more quickly. But she looked right at me, expectantly. I put my cunt-covered fingers in my mouth and sucked. I was getting more comfortable with the flavor of my sister’s sex.
She laughed. “I meant I need you to dry,” Darcy said, nodding over at the dishtowel. “But that’s nice, too.”