And Then There Was Katie Ch. 05

"What are you doing?" Mike asked breathlessly.

"Teasing you," she said sensually. Her hands began to rub his right leg, first on top of his thigh, then inside of it. Her hands moved deliberately back and forth, inching ever closer to his crotch.

Katie unzipped Mike's pants and slid her hand inside. It took her only a few seconds to lead his hard cock out into the open. With her fingers wrapped firmly around its base, Mike already felt waves of pleasure radiating between his legs.

"That feels good, baby," he said through gritted teeth. Feeling friction against his right thigh, he looked down in time to see Katie's head eclipse his lap. Keeping his left hand on the wheel, Mike flattened his right palm against the middle of Katie's back. He slid it slowly up her back, between her shoulder blades, across the soft nape of her neck. By the time his fingers slid through her short, sculpted hair, Katie's lips enveloped the head of his enlarged cock.

Mike inhaled sharply at the intense feeling. Katie's mouth slid slowly down the length of his shaft, sucking furiously all the while. Mike struggled to concentrate on the road as her tongue bathed his erection in its serpentine way.

He reached his hand around her right side until his fingers reached her breast. Mike could feel the hardness of her nipple even through her bra and shirt; taking it between his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed it not-so-gently. Katie squealed, the sound cascading in vibrations around his painfully hard cock.

Mike felt the orgasm he had been longing for build up quickly. Moaning, he said, "Oh god, Katie, don't stop. I'm so close!"

As soon as he said it, he regretted it, since Katie abruptly slid her mouth off of him and sat back up in the seat. Mouth agape, he looked over at her in disbelief. "Don't leave me like this! Please! I need to cum!"

Wearing an extremely seductive smile, she simply responded, "Not yet." Returning to her seat, Katie buckled her seatbelt and ran her fingers through her hair.

Mike's erection still stood proudly throbbing from his unzipped pants, soaked with her saliva. He thought seriously about quickly finishing himself off, but he knew it would be hell to pay with Katie. Besides, it would be so worth the wait to save his cum for the depths of her pussy, so he tucked himself safely back in his pants and zipped them back up. If she wasn't going to finish the job, she sure as hell wasn't going to get to keep looking at him, he thought.

It took a good ten minutes for the throbbing to subside between Mike's legs. The pair continued their drive mostly in silence, both too horny to think or talk about anything besides each other. The stereo played one of Mike's homemade CD's, belting out tunes from bands such as Nirvana, Pearl Jam, RHCP, and many more.

Another hour passed with little more than music and small talk before Katie asked, "You wanna stop and get something to drink? I'm thirsty, and I could use a bathroom."

"Sounds good to me," Mike said, echoing the cheery sound in her voice. Mike found a gas station in the small town through which they were passing and stopped. After using the facilities and purchasing soft drinks and some candy, the pair walked back out of the store. Katie placed her hand in Mike's, lacing their fingers together as they strolled down the sidewalk toward their vehicle. Now more than one hundred miles from home, the in-laws-turned-lovers enjoyed their first but brief moment of public affection without fear of being recognized by someone.

As they approached the Suburban, Katie offered to drive until the next stop. "Fine with me," Mike answered. "I'll gladly welcome the break." Mike never minded driving, usually taking the responsibility for entire road trips. However, in this case, he had some things he knew would occupy his mind and time instead of driving. He suspected Katie had the same ideas.

After getting back on the road, Katie changed the stereo from the CD changer to satellite radio, browsing through the stations before settling on one that played only 90's pop music. Mike listened to half a song before he had to comment. "What is this crap?"

Katie laughed. "Driver picks the tunes, so you'd better start liking it!"

"I won't." After a brief pause, "I'll just like you and ignore the music." With that, Mike unbuckled his seat belt, lifted the console out of the way, and leaned down across the seat, just as Katie had done earlier. Looking up at Katie, he detected the faintest hint of a smile on her lips, like she was fighting to contain it.

"Just what do you think you're doing, mister?" she asked with an insistent tone.

"Don't worry about it. Just relax and keep your eye on the road." Mike's hands slid around Katie's leg, just below the hem of her pant leg. His fingers gently rubbed the soft skin above her ankle before moving higher. Mike sensually rubbed his hands up her right leg, past her knee, to her lower thigh, caressing and squeezing. He noted that her breathing had changed to a short and quick pace.

With the left side of his face pressing into Katie's right side, he worked his right hand further in between her thighs, rubbing firmly. Mike could feel the underside of her breast touching his forehead as her chest rapidly rose and fell with her ragged gasps.

Mike's fingers found their way to within an inch of the crotch of Katie's capri pants before stopping. Employing the help of his other hand, he slowly unbuttoned the waistband of her pants and pulled the zipper down. Grabbing each side, he waited the half-second for Katie to lift her hips off the seat, allowing him to slide her pants off her tight ass and down her thighs. Mike was pleasantly surprised to find her wearing no panties as his nose was instantly rewarded with the musky smell of her arousal.

"No panties, huh?"

"I took them off in the bathroom at our last stop," she said quietly, breathlessly. "I – I thought you might like it."

"Oh, I do," Mike replied, pushing her pants all the way down to her ankles. Sliding his right hand back up the inside of her smooth bare legs, he said, "Now you're going to like it too."

As Mike's hand reached the middle of Katie's thigh, he gave his fingers a quick, slobbery lick. It took only a fraction of a second, and with no forewarning whatsoever, Mike pressed the wet tips of two of his fingers directly into Katie's steaming pussy.

"Oh! God, Mike – oooooh!" Katie cried, inhaling sharply at the pleasurable penetration. Mike's fingers slid effortlessly in and out of her as she spread her knees apart to give him easier access to her body. Mike leaned his face down and softly kissed Katie's silky thigh just below her hip. Katie's mouth produced a sound that was a mix between a loud sign and an ecstatic moan, her voice breaking between the two. Mike loved pleasuring this woman, making her moan, making her quiver, making her his. As he felt her hand caress the back of his head and the wet flesh of her insides squeeze his fingers, he continued to fully push into her, past his knuckles, as deeply as he could manage.

Mike loved Katie. He knew her body. He knew exactly how to give her the most pleasure in the quickest way. He also knew how best to tease her and prolong the desire she felt inside her body. That last skill is what he used in the front seat of the Suburban as Katie fought to keep enough focus on the freeway despite her pussy screaming for attention from every other part of her body.

"Oh Mike," she gasped. "Do – do you know wh – what you're doing to me?"

Mike chuckled to himself. "I know exactly what I'm doing to you, love," he replied. He also knew how to tell when Katie was on the verge of an orgasm. The increasing involuntary twitching of her insides around him, the counter-thrusting of her hips against him, the staccato, high-pitched squeals that grew in intensity – all these things told Mike that she was about to cum, and cum hard. And despite his desire to give Katie that pleasure, Mike's desire for deviousness and revenge was stronger; he pulled his fingers out of Katie's dripping love hole and sat himself back up in the seat.

"No!" Katie yelled, knowing immediately his game. "No! No! No! Mike – please! Don't stop! Please – make me cum!"

He just looked at her, both in pity and in satisfaction, before replying, as she had, "Not yet."

Katie just sat there, dumbfounded, watching the road, breathing heavily. After nearly a minute with no words spoken between them, Katie finally asked, "Are there any paper towels or something? I made a mess of this seat."

Despite not having an orgasm, Katie's cum had dripped out of her to the point of forming a small puddle between her legs on the leather seat. Mike found some napkins in the glove box and leaned over toward her. "Lift up," he said, wiping up her love juices from the seat and from her legs and ass when she raised her hips off of the leather.

"Let me see one of those napkins," Katie requested. Mike handed her a dry one and watched her blot the remaining cum from between her pussy lips. After handing it back to him, she asked, "Can you take the wheel for a second?" Looking at Mike as he wadded up the cum-soaked napkins into a little ball, she continued, "I need to pull my pants back up."

"Well, I kind of like you better with them down around your ankles, but I suppose I can do that for ya." As the sounds of Robert Palmer's jams hung in the background, Mike took control of the Suburban. He watched the extremely sexy sight of his extremely sexy sister-in-law peeling her tight pants up her legs and back over her hips, sans panties.

As Katie's hands returned to the wheel, Mike said, "Gonna have to face it..."

"What?" Katie asked, flashing him a confused glance.

"The song," Mike revealed. "'You're addicted to love.'"

She chuckled in her deliciously cute way, her infectious smile traversing her beautiful face. "If we're talking about your love, then yes, I'm addicted. Call me guilty."

"I guess that makes two of us," Mike agreed. "This is one wagon I don't plan to jump back on anytime soon, though!"

"The only jumping that will be taking place today is me...jumping on top of you!"

"Well," he replied, "hopefully that will be sooner than later. But why don't we at least make it after another stop up here at this next town. I could use a fresh drink."

"Sounds good to me. I think I'll let you drive again." Within five minutes, the two of them found themselves pulling into a convenience store once again.

"Pull up to the gas pumps. I'm gonna fill us up while we're here," Mike suggested.

"Okay," she answered, doing as he said. "Do you want me to get you a drink inside?"

"Yeah, a Mountain Dew," Mike said as they both exited the vehicle. He walked around the back of the Suburban, and as he rounded the corner to the driver's side, Katie was standing there waiting for him.

Taking his face in her hands, she pulled his lips to hers, almost forcefully even though Mike would not have resisted. She kissed him vigorously, her tongue frantically wrestling with his own. Sliding her arms around his neck, Katie leaned her body into his as they made out, hidden between their vehicle, the open driver's door, and the gas pump.

Mike's erection returned in full force as Katie mashed her hips into his own, not-so-subtly grinding against him. At the same time, they both started moaning loudly into the other's mouth, their kiss building on the intensity with which it started.

With Katie sucking on his lower lip, Mike turned them around so that he could see past the back of the Suburban. He was so hard, he decided he would fuck Katie right there in the parking lot. We might as well add a gas station parking lot to the list of places we've been together, he thought.

Before proceeding, Mike positioned himself to be able to see any potential onlookers before they arrived. The only way anyone would see them was if another vehicle were to pull in off of the eastbound access road and pull a hard left, which Mike would be able to see in plenty of time for action from the direction he now faced.

Smiling to himself and relocking his lips with Katie's, Mike reached between them and grabbed the button to Katie's pants. In a flash, he had them unbuttoned and unzipped and held the waistband between his fingers, ready to pull them down. Gasping, Katie's head snapped back with wide eyes. "Wh – what are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm taking you...right here, right now. I'm tired of waiting." Yanking her pants down to her knees, he continued, "I want to bury myself inside of you." Before she could respond, on the way back up from dropping her pants, two fingers of his right hand slid inside her wetness.

"OH! Mike! Yes baby – take me now!" She restarted her duel with Mike's tongue before moving her hands to his belt. With her tongue inside his mouth and his fingers inside her pussy, Katie struggled to remove Mike's pants with the speed she desired. Once she succeeded and Mike felt the light breeze flowing between his now bare legs, he broke his kiss with Katie and placed his hands on her hips.

"Turn around, baby," he said urgently. Katie obeyed, bending over and grabbing her ankles, knees locked with her above-average flexibility. Mike took his throbbing cock in his hand and led it in between her wet lips. He felt bigger and harder than he ever remembered, and as horny as he was he knew it wouldn't be long before he was emptying his stored load inside his sister-in-law.

Pushing his hips forward, Mike slid easily inside Katie. "Ooooooh YES!" Katie squealed, probably too loudly. "God, you feel so big!" Mike just grunted in agreement, keeping a lookout for anyone happening by their position. He savored the silky friction between his sensitive head and the wet, velvety flesh of Katie's sex as he pulled back with his hips before driving back inside again.

After a few long, full strokes, Mike spread his feet apart and grabbed Katie's hips. "Hold on, love," he warned.

"Go," was her simple reply.

Mike's cock began its assault on her drenched hole, pounding in and out of her mercilessly. Immediately, Katie began a constant, prolonged moan that only got louder as the seconds passed. The tingling between his legs was intense, a fact which he attributed to only cumming one time in the past nine days. Whatever the reason, he was dangerously close to the edge after only being inside Katie for a minute.

Katie's moan had changed to staccato squeals matching the rhythm of the invasions of her pussy by Mike's cock. When he began to feel the sporadic twitching and squeezing of her wetness around him, he knew she was also close to cumming.

As their luck seemed to run, a car pulled off the access road into the parking lot, heading directly toward them. Mike saw it approaching and gauged that he and Katie had no more than ten seconds before being in plain sight of the car.

"God damn!" he exclaimed, sliding himself out of her. "There's a car coming, babe. Get your pants back on!"

Katie bolted upright, bringing her pants with her. Spinning around toward Mike, she quickly buttoned and zipped at the same time as he did. Despite the slight panic of the situation, Mike couldn't help but smile at her. Her hair was all out of place. Her face and the top of her chest were flushed red and glistening with a sheen of sweat. Overall, she looked like she had just been fucked.

She stepped past Mike and slammed the driver's door shut before storming off to the convenience store. "Fuckin' SHIT," Mike heard her practically shout in disgust before walking off. "What the hell does a girl have to do to get LAID around here?"

Mike chuckled out loud just as the offending car parked on the other side of the gas pump he had just started to use. He watched as a middle-aged couple exited from their respective sides of the luxury sedan. When the woman made eye contact with Mike, he smiled and nodded his head politely, even though he would rather have scolded her for ruining his long-awaited fuck.

He walked around to the back of the Suburban and lifted the hatchback door. Grabbing their few bags, he carried them around to the middle seat on the driver's side. Returning to the back, he un-stowed the blankets, pillows, and towels and arranged them neatly in a pile, dropping the towels over the folded up bench seat in between the two middle chairs.

Shutting the door once again, Mike finished pumping the gas, threw away the trash from inside the Suburban, and cleaned all the windows, and Katie still had not emerged from the store. Finally, just as he started walking in that direction, she walked briskly through the door carrying his Mountain Dew and a bottle of water.

He admired the sexy sway of her hips as her long legs carried her effortlessly across the parking lot. "You get lost in there?" Mike asked jokingly.

When his question caught the attention of the other man filling up his car, Katie just gave Mike a knowing look and proceeded to the Suburban. Mike opened and closed her door for her before circling around to the driver's side and climbing in.

After shutting his door, Katie turned to him, smiling, and said, "I had to sit in the bathroom for awhile to try to calm myself and my body down." Mike nearly laughed at the comical tone of voice she used. "In case you didn't notice, I looked a little frazzled after your little stunt out there, and I felt even MORE frazzled."

Mike scoffed. "MY stunt? You started it! I was just minding my business, going to start pumping the gas, and YOU jumped me." He started the vehicle and made his way out of the parking lot.

"Yeah right," she retorted in mock anger. "I don't think GAS is what you were thinking you wanted to pump!"

"I'll never tell," he said, smiling. Bracing himself for retaliation, he continued, "Besides, I didn't hear you complaining when your head was between your knees."

"Oh my god! No you didn't!" she shouted, slapping at Mike's right arm. They both laughed heartily before calming back down as Mike set the cruise control at 72. He had always been a cautious speeder, never exceeding the limit by more than a few miles per hour.

"Seriously, though," Katie reopened the conversation, "I think that was the hottest fucking thing I've ever done. I want you now more than ever, and I think we need to pick back up where we left off."

Looking over at her mischievous smile, Mike replied, "Then get yourself over here next to me." Katie responded by pulling her pants back down to below her knees, a trip the garments were very familiar with now. Folding the console up, Katie unbuckled her seatbelt and slid across until her left shoulder was rubbing against Mike's right.

When she reached for Mike's pants, his hand stopped hers. "No," he said, "just sit there and enjoy." Surprisingly to Mike, Katie did as he asked, dropping her hands to her sides. Mike reached across her bare leg with his right hand and proceeded to that place where one thigh met the other.

As Mike's fingertips touched the lips of Katie's sex, he found them unexpectedly dry. Katie really had calmed herself down and cleaned herself up. Mike decided to just tease Katie, slowly, gently, torturously, until she couldn't take any more. Using just the very tip of his middle finger, he softly caressed her outer lips. Almost mindlessly, his finger traveled up and down, back and forth across the soft skin. Katie sat with her legs apart, and Mike heard her emit little gasping sighs under his touch. But it wasn't until she spread her thighs even further that he decided to proceed.

Starting at the top, Mike slid his finger into Katie's hot slit, moving down through the wet flesh until he reached her hole. Dipping his fingertip just inside, he quickly moved back upward, spreading her love juice along the way. When his finger once again breached the entrance to her pussy, Katie released a long, quiet, nearly whispering moan that contained both enjoyment and frustration, pleasure and longing, ecstasy and agony.