1. Sara's Car Trip Ch.2


    Date: 10/13/2017, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 94.4, Source: sexstories.com

    that I got used to your hand on my tummy. Could I just crawl into bed with you tonight? Just that, like we said." I couldn't believe it. I collected my thoughts. "Well, ok. But. . ." She was rising from the bed now, smoothing down her long T, "It'll be fine." "Uh, sure. OK." I pulled back the covers of the other side of the bed, lay back down, closed my eyes. I felt the mattress compress and spring back up as she slid in toward me. "Thanks," and she settled in right beside me, actually lifting her T shirt up above her belly and taking my hand and laying it onto her tummy. The softness of her skin was so intoxicating just then, so unexpected. I could feel the warmth from her side of the bed emanate toward me slowly and I inclined myself toward her slightly. She also leaned her head so that it was just touching my shoulder. Her wonderful smell rising around me. "We can't make a habit of this when we get home you know," I intoned. "No. But we're on vacation. I think part of it is being in a different place every night. It's fine. Well night." I could see her close her eyes, could feel her breath against my cheek. She was right, we both drifted off to a sound sleep. I woke to an incredible soft warmth, realizing she was pressed up closely along my length, my hand still on her tummy. I could feel her soft warm hair on my cheek and fallen down around my shoulders. It was beginning to feel like habit now. Familiar. Both her hands on mine. Again the blankets were pulled back, and ...
    we were simply beneath a single white sheet. As her hands were lightly laying over mine, I reflexively moved my fingers once again drawing those small circles around her tummy. She stirred lightly, and I noticed this time a change in her breathing; but she never opened her eyes, she just tightened her grip my hand. In her groggy little voice, "Uh, uh. Be good. You have to." But then rather than drifting off to sleep, she turned away from me while still holding onto my hand, and bringing me along so that my arm was wrapping around her waist. I was holding my hand a little lower, right over her abdomen, my finger tips settling right at her panty line. We were spooning in the bed with my chest against hers and my chin right at her shoulder. After what must have been about ten or fifteen minutes, of me laying with my eyes open, my mouth brushing into her hair as she was turned from me, I thought about that spot at the small of her back. Her hand was ever so slightly stroking the back of my hand now as we lay there, and I gently tugged it from her grasp. She gripped a little more tightly, but then let go and settled down into the mattress. I leaned back a little and with my free hand began to rub the small of her back, massaging her there, sliding my hand along the curve of her lower back, down the swell of her ass and over her panties, touching my finger tips to her thighs. And I began to draw small circles right there at the small of her back, playing with the elastic of her ...
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