![]() ![]() With her good grades, community service, and knack for writing amazing admission essays, she could have had her pick of schools, but I had always thought she would stay close to home. Even though there were endless arguments, and your typical brother-sister fights, at the end of the day I always knew that Alex had my back, and she knew I had her’s.Īlex had shocked both my parents and I when she broke the news that she would be going to college in Minnesota, many hours away from our home state of Michigan. Throughout our childhood, Alex and I had always been close. I hadn’t seen my sister since she came home for Christmas break, and even though I would never admit it, I was excited to have her back home for the Summer. My shoulders and biceps had benefited from all of the football workouts throughout the off-season, and I secretly hoped some of the girls at Alex’s school would notice me while I helped move her out. Wasting no time, I quickly put on an outfit made up of gym shorts and a tank top. After a nice, long, morning stretch, I looked down at my still erect cock, as if to say, I’ll take care of you later. I threw off my sheets and stood out of bed. Of course, the burden of moving all of her belongings out of her dorm room, and back into our house for the summer had fallen on my parents and I, which was the reasoning for the rude awakening distributed by my mother. My big sister, Alex, had just finished up her freshman year of college. Unfortunately, there was no time for that. A glorious day that should have been rewarded by sleeping in late, relaxing in the comfort of my bed, and maybe even stroking my rock-hard teenage morning wood that was pitching a tent in my sheets. ![]() It was the first Saturday of summer vacation after finishing my junior year of high school. The sun was peeking in through my blinds, as if to remind me that I had slept in much too late. My dad wouldn’t be quite so forgiving if I didn’t. None the less, I really did need to get out of bed. “We’re leaving in 10 minutes, and if you’re not ready there’s going to be hell to pay.” An empty threat that I knew my pushover mom would never follow through on. The motion quickly gave me a hard-on.I woke up to a pounding on my door. I wrapped my arms around her waist to keep her from moving over the bumpy rural roads, but with every bounce I felt her thick hips fall down my lap, then slide back up as she returned to her position. Mom was in a one-piece swimsuit with a sheer top. I was only wearing board shorts and flip flops, with no shirt. “This will distribute the weight more evenly, and give you some leg room.” Mom shifted to get comfortable and leaned her back into my chest. Here,” I said, pulling her hips back onto mine. Mom looked me up and down before sighing and sitting down on the end of my knees, pressed up against the seat in front. If it’s not too uncomfortable maybe we can manage until we get to the beach.” “If you don’t mind, just try to sit on my lap. No, we should try to head out now.” I plopped into the seat and looked up at mom, staring back somewhat confused. “That won’t be for another hour,” I pouted, looking around the packed bus, “and the next one might be just as crowded. “We can catch the next bus,” mom suggested. ![]()
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