Riding Hot

She crossed her legs and wiggled her toes.

Sam cleared his throat and reached for another slice of pizza. Even as he leaned back, his eyes flickered more than once to her bare legs. A wave of guilt washed over her. Related or not, he was still a guy after all. She shouldn't be teasing him just because she was horny.

"How's St. Barnaby's?" Sam asked, taking a very small bite of the pizza.

"It's fine," Sonya replied.

"I never liked school much either."

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just... mundane."

"Oh yeah, it's an all-girls' school, right?"

"Yup."

"That must suck."

"The lesbians love it," Sonya blurted out before thinking.

To her surprise, Sam laughed. He continued to grin at her, shaking his head. Her parents would have freaked out, especially her dad.

"I take it that's not you, then?" Sam asked.

"Definitely not," she said.

"What about classes?" Sam asked as if nothing had happened.

"Boring. Except for art class. I like painting with oil."

"Oh? I'd love to see one of your paintings sometime."

Sonya hung her head. "There aren't any. Mom and Dad want me to get a real job," she said glumly.

"Painting is a real job," Sam said.

"By 'real' they mean one that makes money."

"I see. That's not what you want to do?"

"No, I want to live! I don't want to spend all day in some crappy office like Dad. I want to live in a tiny apartment with a dozen other artists and paint life itself."

Sam shook his head, smiling. "You're every bit like her."

"Mom?" Sonya snorted. "She just wants what Dad wants."

"Really?" Sam asked, taken by genuine surprise. "That's not the Lily I remember."

"Are we talking about the same person?"

"Your mother was quite the free spirit back in the day," Sam said, looking in her direction but almost through her. "She liked anything she could do with her hands. Pottery most of all. She was quite good at it too."

"Why'd she stop?" Sonya asked.

"It's... complicated," Sam said.

"That's what she keeps saying, too."

"Sometimes life just is," Sam sighed.

He definitely wasn't looking through her any more. He wasn't looking at her like an uncle looked at his niece, though. He looked her like with a mix of sadness as if she represented whatever he had lost with her mother.

Whatever had happened between the two of them, one thing was very clear. Sam loved his twin sister very much.

"Where's the bathroom?" Sonya asked, swinging her legs off the couch.

"Right there," Sam said, pointing at the left of two doors opposite the kitchen.

Standing up, Sonya once again had the feeling that he was checking her out. This time, her breasts. Was that why her mother had warned her? Did Sam have the hots for her?

The bathroom was as small as the rest of the house. A toilet, bathtub, and sink. She looked at herself in the mirror and found her mother looking back at her. The resemblance was uncanny. Was that what Sam saw when he looked at her?

It was still hard to believe that her mother had been so different. It didn't fit at all with the woman she knew. The woman she knew would never have gone on a motorcycle tour around America, let alone crammed into a tent with her twin brother.

Suddenly, she wished that she had someone she felt that kind of connection with. Lying under the night sky in a cozy forest, wrapped up in a warm sleeping bag. It had to have been incredibly intimate. Just her mother and Sam for weeks on end. Naked bodies pressed up against each other.

The thought appeared out of nowhere but once it entered her mind, it didn't want to go away. Of course they didn't have sex, that was ridiculous. They were twins. And yet, she pictured herself cooped up with Sam and she liked the idea. He was an extremely good looking man.

It was enough to feel herself get wet. She blushed and tried to hammer the thought down. It didn't work as well as she'd hoped. And he had definitely checked her out multiple times.

Feeling the heat rise to her head, Sonya took off her blazer. She undid two more buttons on her blouse, looking at her cleavage in the mirror. Definitely noticeable that she had tits but also that she wore a bra. She undid the rest of her buttons, shrugged out of her blouse, and took off her bra.

Everyone agreed that her breasts were nice. Becky kept telling her how jealous she was that she didn't have perky C cups. Sonya gave them a good squeeze. She put the blouse back on, wondering how many buttons she could get away with without being obvious.

The answer, after some trying, turned out to be four buttons undone. They weren't as big without the support of the bra but their shape was much more pronounced through the blouse. She stuffed the bottom of the blouse into the waistline of her skirt, ensuring the fabric hugged her body.

Sonya took a deep breath. She knew that what she was doing was wrong and she was only horny. Sam was her uncle. She should take the time to masturbate and get it out of her system. Instead, she wrapped up the bra in her blazer and left the bathroom.

"Phoo, it's warm in here," she said nonchalantly, sitting back on the couch. She pushed the rolled-up blazer next to her purse.

The look on Sam's face was priceless. He looked at her like he'd just walked into the Louvre and she was the Mona Lisa. It only lasted for a brief second before he regained his composure but it told her everything she wanted to know. Seeing a man — any man — look at her with the hunger that Sam just had sent shivers down her spine.

Instead of lying back on the couch, Sonya sat facing him and put her feet up on the coffee table, just shy of touching the cardboard box of pizza. Plenty of leg and the blouse wasn't thick enough to stop her pokeys from being plainly visible.

The only problem was that Sam was looking anywhere but at her. Of course, he wasn't going to ogle his niece while she sat there, staring at him.

As luck would have it, her phone buzzed with a notification. An idea popped into her head shortly after. She slid further down the couch and raised her knees until her feet were on the edge of the table, catching it with her toes. Sam's face disappeared from her view and only the top of his head remained. She positioned her feet a few inches apart but kept her knees closed.

The short skirt wasn't long enough to be held by her knees and it slid down her thighs. It was the perfect opportunity for Sam to ogle not just her legs but also her panties. They were just standard-issue cotton briefs she wore every day to classes. She hadn't planned on wearing them for most of the night.

"Are your parents arriving soon?" Sam asked, sounding hopeful.

"Let me check," she replied.

The notification was for a text from Becky. She opened it to find herself looking at her best friend with a nice, fat cock in her mouth. Becky smiled at the camera, throwing up a V sign. Sonya wondered what her parents would think if they ever found a picture of her like that. Dad would flip. Up until today, she would have been certain that Mom would have flipped out, too, but talking with Sam made her rethink everything she knew about her own mother.

Then she wondered what her parents would do if they walked in on her straddling Sam. Her stomach lurched at the thought. She checked the map app. The highway was just a solid red block. Traffic jam — five miles.

Without any warning, Sonya spread her knees. She caught Sam red-handed, hungrily staring between her legs. He snapped his head away so fast that something made an audible pop. He adjusted himself in the seat, acting as if he spotted something interesting out the window.

"It might be a while, there's a traffic jam," she said.

"Oh, hrm," he grumbled. "I'm thirsty, do you want anything?"

"A coke would be great."

Sam shot out of his chair and fled to the kitchen, just out of sight of her. Her heart thundered in her chest. She pushed down the folds of the dress and looked between her legs. The panties pressed firmly against her vulva, clearly outlining her pussy. The wet spot was unmistakable.

If only it were as easy as dropping her panties and begging him to fuck her. She got up and followed him in the kitchen. He turned around with two cans of coke in his hands, jumping when he saw her.

"Can you teach me how to drive a bike?" she asked.

"I, uh, don't think that's a good idea," Sam said, handing her the coke.

Sonya pulled the tab and took a sip. "Please?" she asked, giving him the puppy eyes.

"Lily would kill me."

"I promise I won't tell her anything that happens tonight," Sonya said, biting her lip. The excitement course through her veins.

"It's cold and dark," Sam said, swallowing a lump in his throat.

"Let me put my socks back on, then," Sonya replied, not giving him a choice.

Traipsing back to the living room, she picked up her socks. She quickly pulled them on, unsure if there was a way to do that in a sexy manner. Not that there was a need for it, Sam had stayed back in the kitchen, well out of sight. She slipped back into her shoes and unrolled her blazer.

In a moment of recklessness, she pushed down her panties and stuffed them into her purse along with her bra. The thrill of going bare sent shivers down her spine. It was an act of premeditation that she couldn't lie to herself about. She was going to flash him at some point.

From there, she headed straight to the garage, waiting for Sam to follow. He did.

"Have you ever been on a bike before?"

"Nope."

"Maybe it's better if I drive the first time so you can get an idea of what it's like."

"Sounds good," she said, beaming at him.

Sam went to the shelf and picked up two open-face helmets. He handed her the red one and put on the black one. He reached for the top shelf and pulled down a cardboard box. Out of there he grabbed two knee protectors and handed them to her.

"Put these on."

"Yes, sir," she said, strapping them around her knees.

"We won't be going fast enough for any serious injury but you never know. Driving a bike can be dangerous. Are you sure you won't be too cold? I don't have any protective clothing your size but— "

"I'm fine," Sonya said. "I want to do this."

Sam looked at her like he wasn't sure she did but didn't know what else to do. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and swung his leg over the bike. Sonya followed suit. The cool leather made contact with her thighs and pussy and a wave of giddiness washed over her.

"Make sure you hold on tight," Sam said.

The garage doors opened and cold night air swirled inside. Goosebumps rose on Sonya's legs. She wrapped her arms around Sam's midriff and pulled close. The man was very warm and firm. She was just tall enough to look over his shoulder.

The engine roared to life and memories of her childhood bubbled up. The sound was comforting. With her feet up on the brace, the seat fortunately wasn't right on her naughty bits. She wouldn't have lasted thirty seconds if that were the case. The headlights illuminated the street in front of them.

Sam righted the bike, pushed in the kickstand, and the bike lurched forward. Biting cold air slammed against her face. Sam turned right, deeper into the neighborhood. For a second, Sonya thought they were going to tip over and clutched herself tighter to Sam.

Then they rode down Orchard Lane and scariness of the whole thing faded. Unlike inside a car, she felt the rush of air on her face. She felt the bumps in the road. It was an awesome sensation to really feel the speed at which she was going. Enough to make her forget about her plans.

Another right turn onto Vineyard Road. Was this how her mother had ridden with her twin brother? Clutching him tightly, protected from the cold by his warmth, feeling his strength, and smelling his scent? She took a deep breath, relishing the musk. That drew her attention back to the gorgeous man she held.

The engine revving up inside of her was much louder than that of the bike. Keeping one arm firmly clutching Sam's stomach, she let her other hand wander lower. Sam made another turn onto Field Lane. It was a long and narrow road with almost no houses on one side.

The bike suddenly swerved when Sonya's hand reached Sam's thigh. He caught it, keeping it steady again. She bumped into the outline of something hard through the jeans. Tracing it from tip to base let her know it could only be one thing.

Uncle Sam was hard. She rubbed the shaft using thumb and middle finger, feeling it grow under her touch. She nourished it.

The bike slowed down near the end of Field Lane at a spot where there were no houses. Sam cut the engine, pushed out the kickstand, and awkwardly climbed off the bike in front of her.

"What are you doing?" he asked sternly.

Ignoring the question, Sonya slid onto the driver's seat. She looked at her uncle and shot him a very innocent smile.

"Can I drive now?" she asked, batting her eyes.

The pain was written all over Sam's face. Hunger fighting with his common sense. The eternal struggle of men everywhere. The tent in his pants was formidable, yearning to be free.

Something had to give first. Sonya reached for the key still in the ignition.

"No, don't!" Sam yelled, rushing forward.

"Well, are you going to teach me or not?" she asked again.

Sam closed his eyes and groaned. "This is a bad idea."

"I know, but I want to," she replied. "Don't you?"

"You don't know what you're saying."

"Hop on and find out how serious I am," she replied, patting the passenger seat.

Hesitantly, Sam approached the bike. He sat down on the back seat and the whole bike descended with his weight. He kept his distance, sitting at the very back of the vehicle.

"The right-hand grip is the throttle. If you turn it forward, it accelerates."

Sonya reached back and fished for his right arm. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward until he was able to grip the handle. He was long enough to reach it from the back seat but not without sliding forward. She leaned into his body.

"The left side is for the gears. Have you ever driven a stick shift before?" he asked.

Another question Sonya ignored. She reached behind again but this time she went for the goods. It was a tight fit but she managed to pull down the zipper.

"Sonya," Sam said, pleading.

"Just pretend that I'm Lily," she replied.

It just slipped out of her, she wasn't sure why. Sam froze and tensed up, holding his breath. She used the opportunity to reach into his fly and fish for his cock. Her fingers wrapped around the thick, warm shaft. It was so big, it almost didn't fit through the opening. She had to pull the jeans sideways and tug hard but it finally popped free.

Sonya slid forward up onto the gas tank and pushed his cock down against the seat. She slid back until the tip of his cock wedged between her folds. The rest happened on its own. She pushed back on his cock, amazed at how big it was. Bigger than any guy she had sex with. It didn't seem to stop, either.

Bracing herself on the handles, she leaned forward and pushed until he was all the way inside of her. It was incredible. He was so big. She pulled herself forward and pushed back.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, shuddering.

"Forgive me, Lily," Sam whispered.

Gripping Sonya's waist, Sam pulled her upward and back. The bike rocked with his thrust. She put her feet up on the pedals and pushed herself off. Sam slid forward into the driver's seat and pulled her back down. His hot breath tickled her neck.

An entire week's worth of pent up frustration was too much to hold back. Sonya's leg trembled and she let herself be swept away by the powerful forces of her orgasm. Her entire body and mind trembled with the awesome waves while Sam continued to stoke the fire. She squeezed her breasts and rubbed her clit, trying to prolong the sensation for as long as possible.

Just as her rapture ended, Sam's began. He stopped lifting her up and instead held her down on his cock as it twitched and pumped his load. She wiggled her hips, encouraging him as much as she could.

Then everything went quiet. The cold night air wrapped around the pair like a blanket. Sam's cock started to shrink inside of her but neither of them moved.

"Oh God," Sam groaned and slid back.

He got off the bike and hurriedly stuffed his cock back into his pants, pacing around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Sonya waited for her the brain fog to clear from her own mind. She waited for the realization to set in that she had just fucked her uncle and what a terrible mistake she had made. She waited and waited but it never arrived. She looked at her uncle and she wanted more.

"You have a nice cock," she called to him.

"We should go home, this was a mistake."

"You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. What's the problem?"

"Because you're my... niece," he said, shaking his head. "Move back. I'm driving."

Sonya swung her leg over the bike and hopped off, making sure to pull up her skirt while doing so. The look on his face was worth the freezing air on her pussy. Sam grabbed the handle but hesitated, looking at the seat.

A small puddle of juices and cum occupied the driver's seat. Sam looked at her as if it was her fault. She promptly leaned down and dragged her tongue along the leather seat. The flavor of her own pussy mixed with the slightly-soapy but overall not bad taste of her uncle filled her mouth. She swallowed what she could, going back for more.

"There," she announced, looking him in the eye and wiping a strand of cum off her lips. She pushed it back in her mouth, licking her finger. Sam's jaw dropped.

The seat was still wet but it was just saliva. Sam closed his mouth again and swung his leg over the seat.

"You... weren't a virgin before this, were you?" he asked timidly.

Sonya laughed, hopped on behind him, and squeezed tight.

"Definitely not. I was actually on my way to an orgy tonight."

"An orgy?" Sam asked, sounding quite curious.

"Yes. A bunch of us girls invited a whole bunch of guys and we planned on just going to town all night."

Sam shook his head. "You really have grown up, Sonya," he said.

The engine revved up and Sam turned the bike around. Sonya's hand crept lower and lower until she found his cock again. It was much smaller but when she gave it a squeeze and started to rub, it grew again. She wasn't done for the night.

*********

They turned onto Orchard Lane and Sam swerved the bike so hard they nearly crashed. Sonya squeezed her eyes shut and braced for impact. It didn't happen. When she opened her eyes again, she saw it, too.

There was a shiny, black Mercedes parked in front of 923 Orchard Lane. Her parents had arrived. Lilianne stood by the door and Kyle was by the open garage. They looked like they either came or were about to go on a fancy Valentine's Day date. Her mother wore a gorgeous red dress that clung to her body like a compliment. It was even shorter than Sonya's skirt and her left shoulder was bare. Diamond earrings glittered in bike's headlights. Kyle wore an expensive-looking suit, missing only the tie.

Both of them were looking at the motorcycle.

"Fuck," Sam cursed, slowing down.

"Don't worry, I won't tell a soul," Sonya said quietly.

"Sonnie," Kyle yelled, walking up to the bike with outstretched arms.

Sonya hopped off the back of the bike, holding her skirt down with her hands to make sure her father didn't get an eyeful of her pussy still dripping with Sam's cum. No sooner was she on the ground that Kyle embraced her in a big hug.

"We were so worried," he said, kissing the top of her head. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," Sonya hissed, trying to escape the hug. "I just wanted to know what it's like to ride a bike."

"And you let her?" Lilianne rounded on her twin brother.

There wasn't a lot of time to appreciate just how similar the two of them were. Sonya quickly stepped between her mother and her uncle.