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Sara's Car Trip Ch.3

Date: 12/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.8, Source: sexstories.com

*********************** Sara was laughing so hard she couldn’t hardly sit when we were back in our room. She was bending and clapping her hands together. "You looked pretty paniked there," she said catching her breath "You shit," and I swatted at her. "Uh, I'm just going to see what there is to do around here," she mimicked my voice. She finally wandered to the corner of the room, laughing still as she fell into a chair. "You find anything interesting J??" She was sprawled out on the chair still in her swim suit, one leg hanging over the armrest and the other sticking straight out onto the floor. The effect being that her legs were held wide open in front of me. "Ha ha ha. You couldn't even turn around!" I ignored her simply answering her question directly, "They have jet skis, and para-sailing. I’ll be able to do that tomorrow. I signed up. Pretty cool" "Good, good." She cooed more to herself, calming down now. Silence. She was looking down at herself rubbing her tummy. I continued to fill the silence, "I had fun." "I bet you did." She was looking down at herself. "Do I look tanner?" She pulled the top of her bikini down a bit,showing just a little of her boob to me. "Uh," I was staring openly at her body now splayed out on the chair her top half pulled down. "Not really. I can't tell." I stepped a little closer. "I don’t want to burn. It takes awhile, escpecially at first. I think its perfect, for today." She lifted her top back into place. "So do I." She looked up, ... smiled. "This vacation is not what I expected." "Tell me about it." "How could we . . . did you expect that we, uh... would, you know." She lay her hand over her puss between her open legs. And then she just made a 'clck clck' sound "Not in a million years." I was drawing to her like a moth to a flame. Where was this going? She said half to herself, "We shouldn’t," and she was rubbing her stomach again. She looked up at me, "You know that don't you?" I was silent. There was quiet for about a minute before I asked, "Well . . . What do you want?" And she looked out the window for quite awhile, the light of the beach shone brilliant against the shaded room. Her red bikini barely covering the center of her opened legs. I could literally see the swell of her puss, the crease. Her hands stroking her tummy, tippling the edge of her bottoms. "The question. . . What do I want? What SHOULD I want is more like it. But . . . what DO I want?" And she looked at me again, smiled. "You behaved today." I could see her hips undulating ever so slightly. "You didn’t." She laughed put her hand over her face. "I guess I didn’t. But you deserved it!" "How?" "Just . . . because. Because . . .I don’t know. This morning!" "You made me crazy today. All day. All the time all day." Silence again. I went back to ask, "What do you want? Sara??" "Bird Dog." And she made like she was shooting something. She looked out the window again. Hips undulating lightly. And then at me. "Right now." She was staring directly ...