Long Trip to the Cabin

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Brother and sister's accidental voyeurism leads to more.
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Part 1 of the 3 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 01/16/2018
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MrIllusion
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All of us were bored to death. Looking at my phone, I confirmed that we had spent seven hours in the car today. And still had at least four more until we would reach the cabin. I looked at my sister on my left, and she was looking out of her window, her expression almost zombie-like. Mom was sleeping in the front seat and Dad was driving, but neither of us felt like talking. We were all at that stage where all we wanted to do was grind this drive until it was over.

All except me. Looking at Carrie again, making sure that she was looking outside, I glanced at her breasts one more time. Well, stared was the better word. I was pretty sure that she knew I was looking at her, but for the past four hours she simply stopped caring. At first, when I would look at her, she would turn her head, forcing me to look away. But for a long while now, either she didn't see me or was too listless to bother.

Looking at her was the only thing preventing me from going crazy with boredom. And even after all those hours, I was grateful for her choice of clothing. Carrie had chosen to wear a close-fitting summer dress, a single, strapless piece of thin and stretchy fabric. When I had seen her wearing that this morning as she came out of her room, I had paused and gawked at her: it was remarkably sexy. It had clung to her every curve and even my dad hadn't been able to repress a double take. Before he'd been able to say anything though, my mother had said "Oh, I wish I had such a dress for today..."

My dad and I frowned at the comment, puzzled. Many hours later, very uncomfortable in my jeans and shirt in the car, I understood: Carrie was as naked as she could be and was probably more comfortable than any of us. Nevertheless, it was still a very sexy dress, and my sister was filling it wonderfully. My big sister was a year older than I was, at nineteen, and ever since she hit fifteen, her body had begun to transform. She was now the most stunning high-school senior, and despite being her brother I couldn't not notice her body.

Staring at her in the car, I marvelled once more at the size and curves of her breasts. A forbidden search of her lingerie drawer a few months ago had revealed that most of her bras were in the 32 and 34 range, with cup sizes ranging from D to F. I had a feeling that the smallest, 32D, was an old bra that probably didn't fit her very well today. I remember masturbating shamelessly over that opened drawer, enjoying the smooth feel of her bras and panties on my cock. While part of my mind had wanted to paint the entire drawer with my sperm, I had refrained and came in my hand.

Right now, I could see the uppermost fringe of a snow-white bra peaking from her cleavage. I spent long and delicious minutes staring at every square inch of her breasts and at every inch of each line, from the ones defining her cleavage to the outer contours. I could see many hints of the bra's lace through the dress's fabric, as the otherwise smooth surface had small bumps.

Enjoying this long voyeur period, I let my eyes slip down to my sister's thighs and my eyes opened wide as I saw that her dress had ridden up really high. It was normal, I assumed, that it would only creep upwards as she moved on her seat. But now it was very high... From my point of view, I could see that the dress had been pulled backwards all the way down to her ass, and I could see parts of her hip! I'm sure that if I were sitting in mom's place and turned around, I would see her panties. But I wasn't, and so couldn't, but I was nevertheless granted a very good view of my sister's sweet thighs.

And while Carrie's legs weren't as stunning as her breasts, they were sweet nonetheless. Carrie wasn't all that tall, but her legs were probably a bit longer than normal if her long smooth thighs were anything to judge by. As I stared at her flawless skin, I smiled, enjoying the long gentle curves and firm muscles. I couldn't see her muscles right now, but given how much cycling she did in the summer and skiing she did in the winter, I knew and could see that her thighs were firm.

It's strange how a dress can change things. I had seen my sister wearing bikinis many times, and was already familiar with her thighs, more of them than were currently visible. But the fact that her dress had ridden up so high made things a lot sexier. The human mind is a strange thing when it came to sex: a bikini bottom would have allowed me to see more skin, but that high hemline, trapped in the bend between her thighs and belly, was somehow a lot sexier. Right now, I didn't care about my mind and sex. All I could think about was my sister's sexy body.

Carrie suddenly moved to stretch her arms and yawn. While I briefly glanced at her breasts as she did, I had to turn away. After a long sigh, she said "Dad, can you change the radio station please?" He nodded and fiddled with the stations for a bit. "No, not that... not that either, that's boring!"

After that, dad turned around and said in a low voice, "Why don't you change it yourself... Just don't turn the volume up, mom's still sleeping." Carrie sighed again before answering "OK."

She then unbuckled herself, leaned forward and reached for the controls before almost falling between the front seats. Carrie laughed at her own drowsy clumsiness, and leaned forward more to get better access. And that's when I saw it. Carrie had probably forgotten about her dress, about the way it had ridden up with the hours. When she leaned forward all the way, I couldn't help but look at her ass and felt a twinge of pleasure at the thought of seeing her panties.

But I didn't see any panties. It wasn't because her dress had slipped back down. Not at all. In fact, it was so high from the back that not only could I see that she wasn't wearing panties, but I could also see her pussy. A foot away from my face. Carrie had taken the comfort issue seriously, not even wanting a pair of panties to bother her. I was thus graced with a premium view of my sister's ass and pussy. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened as I stared hungrily.

While her ass cheeks were remarkable, my eyes were inevitably drawn to her pink pussy, large lips and puckered little asshole. Carrie shaved, obviously, and I could see every detail and fold of her delicate small lips as they peaked from between her large lips. When Carrie shifted her weight to the right, I saw her pussy shifting slightly, her small lips slowly sliding against each other. It was surreal, not only getting to see her pussy and seeing it in such detail and from so close! Up until that moment I would have killed to have a hazy video of her naked, and now I was granted an ultra HD first row and first-class show!

Sadly, as soon as it started it also stopped. From what my overwhelmed brain could gather, she had remained like this for about fifteen seconds, but I knew it would be seared into my mind for a long time. When she sat down and looked at me, she was puzzled by my expression and asked, "What's up with you?" I mumbled something noncommittal and hoped that she wouldn't see how flushed I was. When I looked down at my lap, I also hoped that she wouldn't look there and see my hard cock making a tent in my pants. If I had chosen to wear very light gym pants, I would have had a huge, unmissable tent there. For the first time in hours, I was glad to have chosen a pair of sturdy jeans.

Carrie decided to drop the subject and leaned against her window, looking outside. I tried to move my cock to make it less obvious, but soon abandoned. It was impossible to do it subtly, and I didn't want her to see me playing with myself! I willed myself not to look at her again, but mostly failed. I forced myself to look out my own window, but often enough I would steal glances at her thighs.

About five minutes later, I noticed that every time I looked out of my window, she would try to rearrange her dress. I smiled at first, finding the coincidence funny: we had almost the same problem. I even played with her, turning my head away from the window unexpectedly. I didn't look at her, but I could see, from the corner of my eyes, that she froze when I did. A while later, I could see that her dress was now properly lowered, covering most of her thighs. The show was over.

And then it hit me: if she rearranged her dress, it means that she had realized that it had ridden way too high. Maybe when she sat back on the slightly cooler seat... But then, if she had felt her naked pussy on her seat, she probably realized what I had seen while... Shit! She knew! I looked at her and she looked back, but while she still had that bored expression, I could also see that it wasn't the same expression as earlier. She fucking knew! When she asked what I wanted, I shook my head and looked away. The mere fact that she didn't ask again, but simply let it slip by, confirmed it.

I was now flushed as I looked outside, unsure of what to do. The silence stretched out, time passed and eventually I accepted that we simply wouldn't talk about it. A while later, my mom was awake and she suggested that we should stop for a real break. My dad said no, but Carrie and I almost cried our "Yes!" and he was overruled. The next rest area happened to be abandoned, but we didn't care much: the summer day was glorious and we decided to spend half an hour there, walking about in the forest.

Mom and dad stayed together, but Carrie and I went our separate ways. I walked in the woods for twenty minutes before heading back, and enjoyed the solitude. Of course, I couldn't help but think about Carrie's pussy, the details still exquisite in my memory. I walked around with a relentless erection, but given that I was alone, I didn't care. Walking back to the rest area, I tried to clear my head and get the blood out of there. I almost succeeded. Almost.

When I heard a sharp noise, I turned around and went to investigate. After climbing halfway up a slope, I saw my sister's head through the branches. Her long hair was softly fluttering in the wind, and with the sun on her face, I acknowledged once again that my sister was a pretty girl. One of my friends couldn't see that his sister was beautiful, and he thought that it was weird that I thought Carrie was. I was her brother, for Christ's sake! But brother or not, I couldn't help seeing her pretty mouth, delicate jawline, bright eyes and the hint of freckles on her nose at high summer.

But as Carrie stood up, I realized that she had been crouching. When I saw that her dress was scrunched around her waist, I also realized that she had been peeing. I didn't have any fetish about pee, but seeing her naked from the waist down was more than enough to rekindle my flagging erection. Carrie stepped away and walked a few steps before stopping. She was turning towards the sun and closed her eyes. She opened her arms, let her head lean backwards a bit and simply enjoyed the sun...

...just as I enjoyed her semi-nudity. I was captivated by the sight, enhanced by the bright sun that made her skin sparkle. Clearly Carrie hadn't shaven everything, as there was a very generous patch of hair above her lips. She had shaven her lips very cleanly, but had left a large triangle of dark hairs above. My jaw dropped open as she brought one of her hands to that patch and gently scratched the skin beneath. She then pushed her hand lower and for a moment, I wondered if she was going to masturbate right there and then! She didn't, but she still rubbed her fingers against her pussy a few times.

Seeing that, I brought one of my hands to my crotch and squeezed my cock. Doing so, I shifted my weight and pushed harder on the small tree I was using for balance. And it cracked. Not enough to make it fall, but it definitely cracked. More than loud enough for Carrie to hear. In an instant, her dress was down and a second later she had spotted me. "Ryan! You bastard! What the fuck are you doing?" Carrie started walking towards me and soon was right in front of me. "The fuck is wrong with you? Spying on me? Isn't it enough that you got to see— "

And the she stopped, almost saying that she knew that I had seen her. "I'm sorry sis... I really am."

"You followed me?" she asked, a bit calmer.

"No!" I cried, placing my hands on my head. "No, no, no... It was an accident. I swear."

"You swear?" she asked me to confirm.

"Yes, I do swear."

Carrie sighed. "Well. Ok. But why didn't you go away when you saw me?" I closed my eyes and shook my head. I took a deep breath but had no idea what to answer. Instead, she asked again "Well, I'd like an answer!"

"I don't know... You... Oh fuck. I don't know."

"That won't cut it, brother. Just admit that you're a pervert or I tell mom and dad!"

By now she didn't look angry. She even had a malicious smile on her pretty lips and I couldn't help but feel a pulse of pleasure as she combed a hand through her hair, pulling it back. She really was beautiful. "Carrie, I'm not a pervert. I just... Oh what the heck. Don't tell mom and dad OK..." I took one last breath, looked her right in the eye and said "You're just so damned beautiful. Beautiful and sexy. I simply couldn't help myself. But I swear I didn't follow you, or do anything of the sort on purpose."

Carrie clearly hadn't expected to hear those words. I was nervous as hell, breathing hard, and began to feel bad as the silence lengthened. Unlike many brothers and sisters, Carrie and I had a pretty good relationship. Then again, this was way out of the ordinary. "Ok then. Show me yours." she suddenly said.

"What?" I asked, surprised.

"You heard me. You saw my pussy from every conceivable angle today, so I wanna see yours."

I couldn't read her expression, but she seemed to be serious about that. "I can't..."

"What? What do you mean you can't?"

"I'm... It's not..." I mumbled.

"You're hard?" she whispered, clearly surprised. "Really?" I nodded. "Then I really want to see!"

My eyes got wider in surprise. "Carrie! Come on... Let's forget about this and go back to the car..."

"Ok." she said, and for a brief moment I thought I was off the hook. But then she added "I'll forget about this if you can promise me that you'll forget everything you saw about my pussy."

My shoulder dropped. "You know I can't do that..." But Carrie was grinning, already knowing I couldn't. "Are you serious? You want me to drop my pants?" She nodded, still smiling. I sighed, knowing that it was much better to show her than to let her tell mom and dad. I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them and pushed them down. My cock was now pushed sideways to my left above my thigh. When I pushed my boxers down it became free and sprung upwards.

I stared at Carrie as she herself stared at my cock. In any other circumstances, I would have laughed at the way her face mirrored mine a few minutes ago: her jaw dropped and her eyes got wider. She even knelt to take a closer look, and while I was feeling very strange, I was still aware that a sexy girl was inches away from my cock, and I was harder than I had ever been before in my life. As she still stared at my cock and balls, I asked "What? Never seen one before?"

"Actually, no..."

"Really?" I said, the surprise freeing me from the paralyzing emotions. "None of your boyfriends?" I had been sure that she had been sexually active.

"Nope..." she replied, eyes still glued on my cock. "Shit, that's big!" she giggled. When she quickly looked up at me, I realized that she was also very nervous. "And beautiful." Using a low voice I knew was calmer than she must have felt, she said "You have a really, really nice cock, brother."

"And you have an amazing pussy, sister! And breasts, too, of course." I tried to emulate the same voice she had used.

We both laughed as she stared at my cock. "Oh, my god... It's leaking! Is that... Is that precum?"

"Oh, come on now! Get up!" I said as I pulled my boxers back up. "I only got to see yours for a few seconds!" I replied.

"Well, this was punishment!" she grinned.

A few moments later I did pull my pants back up and Carrie was still grinning and blushing. "That was... entertaining. And informative... Thank you for that brother." she paused, then looked at me with a different expression on her face "As a little token of my appreciation for your honesty and your... err, cock, you have my permission to try and see up my dress for the entire week... Deal?"

"Deal!" I replied quickly.

"Now... think you'll be able to get back in the car without our parents noticing that fucking tent in your crotch?"

"Give me a minute..." I said, smiling.

When she walked away, she lifted her dress up to let me see her ass a few seconds and said, "Good luck with that!" without turning around.

I was laughing as I stared at her lovely ass while she moved away. I wondered if I should masturbate right then to relieve some of the pressure. I certainly was hard and excited enough! A few minutes later, as I slowly walked back towards the car, I tried to understand just what happened. When Carrie had seen me through the trees, I had been afraid that she would explode. She had, but just briefly, as if in reflex. A few minutes later, she was walking away, flashing me her ass, probably thinking about my cock. This was insane. As I thought about the fact that she was probably either a virgin or that she had had sex in utter darkness, which I thought dubious, I started to believe that she was as intrigued about sex and cocks as I was about sex and breasts and pussies...

When I sat in the car next to her, she grinned briefly before settling down for a few more hours of road. I was almost sleeping when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I reached for it and was surprised to see a text from my sister "Did you masturbate in the woods after I left?" Glancing at her, I laughed and typed "No!"

"I think I would have..." she sent back.

I shook my head and grinned. "Naughty wench!"

Next to me, Carrie sighed, then laughed. We eventually made it to the cabin and settled in. After a late and light dinner, we were all exhausted and went to our rooms to sleep. The cabin was rather small, with a living room, kitchen and bathroom on the first floor, and two rooms on the second floor. The second floor didn't cover the whole cabin and there was a mezzanine from where we could see down into the living room.

As usual, mom and dad would share one room and Carrie and I would share the adjacent one. When we found ourselves alone in the room, the door closed, we looked at each other. For the first time, it felt strange to be in that room with her. And it was clear that she was feeling the same way. "Why don't you turn off the light", she said.

I did, turning the room pitch black. I heard her undressing and was briefly tempted to turn the light back on. I didn't though, because she would have seen my erection once again. I imagined that she was wearing her usual night gown, but as I heard her climbing up the little ladder to reach the upper bed, I pictured her fully naked, her round ass swinging with her steps. I stripped down to my boxers and got into the lower bed. And then, silence. We usually chatted a bit before going to bed here, but now the silence stretched.

Once again, I couldn't help but imagine her barely dressed right above me, nor could I get her pussy out of my mind. I wondered if she thought about my cock as well. I almost asked her, but refrained. We had shared a very strange moment in the forest, and I didn't want to push it. About twenty minutes later, we started hearing very faint sounds of our parents having sex. I snorted as I heard them, and then heard Carrie giggling from above. "That helps to make things less uncomfortable for us..." she whispered sarcastically.

"Are you uncomfortable because of what happened today?"

MrIllusion
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