Strange Insertions Ch. 01

It was too hot to stay in bed anyway. Her hair was slicked to her scalp, and her naked body was sticky with sweat. She rubbed her face to wipe sweat away, and caught the unmistakable odor of sex on her hand in the process. Madeline held the breath in, the scent tickling her nostrils as memories of the night before came rushing back.

Walking in on her sister. Masturbating in bed. Oh god, Jeannie hadn't seen, had she?

Bleak, tired, and grumpy Madeline grapped her undershirt and mopped some of the sweat from herself, trying to avoid the sight of herself in the mirror.

"Come on! We've got to go!

If only the door had been a little thicker. The entire hotel would be awake soon. With a disgusted sigh Madeline dug through the disarray of her suitcase, looking for a towel and a fresh pair of panties. She was halfway to the bathroom before the door between the adjoining rooms swung open, banging against the stop and rocking back.

"Maddy come - oh shit I'm sorry - I didn't mean to..."

Madeline shrieked, whirling toward the door and trying to cover herself with a hotel towel and her own crumpled undergarments. Jeannine stood in the door, perky as ever, but looking suddenly apologetic and remarkably red. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts and a t-shirt, and even in that that her tanned skin glowed with sweat. Madeline screamed. Her sister turned and fled. Two doors slammed behind two girls. Once safely locked in the bathroom, Madeline finally relaxed.

"Well jeeze Maddy. You should expect people to catch you if you're going to strut around with all your bits showing!"

Jeannine shouted from the other room, through two doors. Madeline's cheeks reddened. If she could hear it, she was certain the neighbors could hear it too, probably even more clearly. Madeline washed up and got dressed in double time. Rushing, she took the world's quickest shower, and rushed to dress. Dewdrops of water seemed to evaporate in the heat, and she was dry by the time she'd picked out her clothing. Opting out on the panty idea, Madeline struggled into a pair of black tights. She tugged on her most comfortable bra, an old grey sports bar that fit just right, and pulled a long t-shirt over top of everything, buckling it at the waist with a loose belt. Done, perfect. She slipped into a pair of ratty Converse, stuffed the rest of her clothes back into their suitcases unceremoniously and bolted for the door.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Madeline lugged her suitcases down the stairs, one in each hand, flopping down each step for two stories. By the time she got to the lobby her family had already checked out. The car was idling in the promenade outside the glass bay windows of the hotel, the old hatchback kicking up blue smoke. Madeline sighed, tossed her room keys onto the counter and trudged outside, dragging her bags the whole way.

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It was cramped in the Engles family car. Mr Engels was driving the way he always did, right hand on the wheel, left arm dangling out the window, an unlit cigarette in his lips. He twitched the smoke back and forth on his lips as he chatted with his wife. She was in the passenger seat, window rolled securely up, hair immaculate, lipstick equally so, and a magazine spread out in her lap, largely ignoring her husband. That left the back seat to the girls.

When they'd left on the trip the twins had been thankful that the luggage had actually fit beneath the hatch, and that they wouldn't have to share their space with anything but each other. It had seemed like plenty of room. Each day for a week it seemed increasingly cramped. By the time they'd escaped Winnipeg's city limits and hit the highway, the girls had arranged their pillows and blankets for maximum comfort, sitting on. The car had no air condition, and the breeze blowing in through the open window was as stifling as the heat inside. This must be what lobsters feel like, Maddy thought. Poor things.

They left Winnipeg heading east toward home. Home was a small town just off the Great Lakes, in a patch of the Canadian Shield that had managed to stay somewhat untamed and natural despite the generally dismal conditions of southern Ontario. It was beautiful country, and it was home. Now after a week away, a week in the car with her family, and all of her recent humiliations on top of that... now Madeline wanted to get back. She had the entire weekend planned already: relaxing in the sun, soaking in the tub, waxing anything with hair on it, and watching television for hours and hours. It was either that or throw herself in the lake, depending on how quiet her sister stayed about the last twenty four hour's events. Madeline had been watching her twin sister, but so far there'd been no sign that she'd seen anything, just the usual teasing and cute smugness.

Madeline was still unsettled by the way she'd seen her sister. She wasn't attracted to her sister, she was sure of that, and reminded herself so whenever necessary. No Way. They were sisters, that kind of thinking was impossible. They were more than sisters really, twins, companions, two people, one flesh. Flesh. Her sister's bare flesh kept sneaking into Madeline's mind. Mostly it had been hidden behind the glass, but it was the biggest eyeful she'd had since they'd hit puberty. It left Madeline curious, and her mind kept wandering to scandalous places, filling in for what the shower door had hid. But it was NOT attraction. Madeline was firm on that. It was just that... she'd looked like what she was doing felt so... good.

"So what are you two going to do when you get home? Start looking at college?"

Madeline's father snapped her out of her reverie. He was looking back at the two girls as he drove, hardly watching the road at all. Madeline blushed, pulling her mind away from the tingling heat that had begun to build between her thighs.

"Uh." She looked to her sister.

Jeannine grinned back impishly. "Me? Sure, college sounds good. Not Maddy though. She's going to find herself a man."

"Watch the road honey." Mrs Engels looked up from her magazine long enough to tap her husband on the knee, and pull his attention back to the highway.

"It's nothing but empty prairie till we hit Ontario babe, don't you worry. Nothing to hit but wheat and gophers."

"And other cars." Their mother's voice was terse.

Madeline wasn't listening. She was glowering at her sister. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well you're all grown up now." Jeannine ran a hand through her hair and looked her sister up and down in a knowing way.

Aghast, Madeline opened and closed her mouth. "Dad!"

"What is it?" Their father looked back again, earning a scowl from Mrs Engels as his eyes left the highway again.

"She won't leave me alone."

"What's she doing?"

"She's teasing me-"

Wiggling her butt, Jeannine leaned forward, sticking her head into the front of the car through the gap in the seats. "No way see, I walked in on her this morning getting out of bed, and boyo, my sister has sure been busy growing up. She's going to lure a man and-"

Madeline grabbed her sister by the hair, wrestling her back. Jeannine squealed, managed to free her hair and began to grapple for her sister's hands. The two sisters fell onto each other, scrambling for each other's hands, grunting, squealing at tugs on their hair and punched sides. Their parents pleas for peace were ignored, but the wrestling didn't last long. It was too cramped, and too hot to keep that kind of activity up long. Soon both girls were slumped back in their seats, sweat gleaming on exposed skin, panting for air, only light nudging each other, teasing bumps drained of their edge by the car's heat.

"We're pulling over at the gas station, you girls want anything?"

Madeline didn't notice. One of her sister's legs was still sprawled across her lap, one socked foot pressing against her thigh. Their legs were loosely crossed, Madeline's in tights, her sister's bare beneath khaki shorts. Tired and sweaty after their fight, neither of them had found the energy to complain or move, and now Madeline found herself suddenly resenting that the stop would break them apart.

Jeannine pulled her leg away, sitting up. "Yeah dad! We need ice cream or something. It's too much like a sauna in here."

Madeline retrieved her own legs, trying not to miss the contact of their bodies.

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The gas station was like any country gas station, small and dirty, just an attached diner and convenience store on a lonely stretch of highway. Around it was nothing but fields for miles, wheat waving gently in the wind. Reflections of the sun shot blinding rays off the building's windows, and the tin roof seemed to radiate heat across the dirt parking lot. There were no other cars there.

The Engels climbed from the car, staggering and grateful for the relief of the outdoors. All except for Madeline. She just stretched her legs out, sighed, and cranked down her window.

"I'm going to stay here."

Jeannine looked back and asked, almost nicely, "Want me to get you anything?"

"A pop would be good. Thanks Jeannie."

"What kind?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Kay."

Their parents were already inside, and Jeannine took off after them. Madeline, sprawled out across the backseat of the car and stretched her legs, grateful for a moment of comfort and privacy.

BZZZZ. A dull buzzing noise startled Madeline fully awake. She can't have been asleep for more than a second, the door to the gas station was still closing behind her sister's cute little backside. BZZZ. Something vibrated beneath her Madeline's body, something wedged between the car seat and her backside. After a moment of curious digging she found her sister's phone, vibrating with an incoming call. It was a little pink phone, the plastic still shiny and new, with rounded corners and a thick body. The phone hummed enticingly in Madeline's palm.

She dropped it onto her stomach, not bothering to look at the call display. It sat there for a moment, but a shift of her body sent the phone rolling the rest of the way down her t-shirt to settle into the cranny of her thighs. Nestled between the teenager's thighs, the phone gave one final buzz and went still. "Oh jesus." Madeline nearly sat up, her legs coming together and trapping the phone. She'd been horny already, but that buzz was nearly too much.

Digging through her purse, Madeline pulled out her own phone and hit the autodial. Between her legs, the cellphone buzzed again. Her thighs twitched. "Oh my god."

Madeline took a guilty look toward the store. Her family was still milling around inside, trying to decide what to buy, enjoying the air conditioning and chance to stretch their legs. There was nobody else around. Just an empty parking lot, a buzzing phone, and a horny teenaged girl.

The phone had stopped ringing again. Eyes still on the building, Madeline slipped it under the elastic of her tights, trapping it between the spandex fabric and her aching pussy. She closed her thighs around it and pulled the t-shirt back down.

With a shaking hand, sick with excitement, Madeline reached for her own phone again. At any moment her family could come back. It was so wrong. What would people think? Madeline keyed in her sister's number, and had to bite back a whimper as a fresh round of vibrations rocked against her clit, sending spikes of pleasure shooting up her spine. The warmth in her pussy had turned to an aching need that consumed her attention, and easily overrode prudence.

The sound of boots crunching on gravel brought Madeline back to the real world. Her parents were there, her mother with a purse under one arm, makeup somehow not touched by the sweat and heat, her father with a plastic bag and a tired swagger. Jeannine bouncing ahead of them. There was no time to retrieve the phone. Madeline snapped her own phone shut and the vibrations died. She ached for more, but let the phone drop to the seat and reached for her seat belt. The tights kept the buzzing phone trapped against her pussy, bombarding her clit with waves of sensation. If her pussy got any wetter the phone would slip right in, she was sure of it. Madeline's crotch made small, reflexive jerks as the toy vibrated between her swollen lips. She clutched the seat beneath her with white knuckles, letting go only long enough to call the phone and trigger fresh rounds of pleasure every time it stopped.

There was a crunch of gravel beneath boots. Eyes snapping wide, Madeline looked up at her family. Had they seen? Sweat ran down her neck and she sat up as quickly as she could, trying to look calm as the phone finished its last round of vibrations against her wet pussy.

The car doors opened, one by one, and her family climbed in. Jeannine tossed a cold can of pop into Madeline's lap. It rolled down her stomach to her thighs, the same way the phone had, and when the ice cold can tapped the hidden phone against her clit it nearly sent Madeline over the edge.

Her sister had not seemed to have noticed. "Hey I got you root beer, is that okay?"

Madeline nodded shakily, mouth suddenly very dry. She could feel the hard plastic lump of the phone still trapped between the fabric of her tights and her yearning pussy. Squirming, she pulled her loose t-shirt a bit lower, and squeezed her thighs together around the incriminating phone.

Jeannine cracked her own drink and slumped back in her seat. "It's even hotter in here than when we got out."

Madeline opened and closer her mouth, struggling for a response. Everything was happening too quickly, she was too wound up, too embarrassed, too horny. Her mother reached back and touched her forehead with a cool hand. "Are you okay dear? You look pale? Have you been drinking enough water?"

"I'm fine!" She snapped, voice squeaking. Her mother turned back to her magazine with a shrug and sound of the car's engine starting cut off further discussion.

For one moment Madeline felt relieved. Having her sister's phone trapped between her thighs embarrassed her, but the feeling also turned her on. She had a dirty secret that nobody in her family could guess, and the very idea kept her pussy wet and tingling. The feeling lasted about five minutes and a kilometer of road before Jeannine interrupted it.

"Hey has anyone seen my phone?" Jeannine was digging through the clutter around their feet, looking under the pillows. "It was just here..."

Madeline was keeping her mouth shut, hoping desperately that the search would end, that the phone would stay forgotten and that they could just keep driving. She twisted the hem of her t-shirt nervously, holding it down near her knees. Her sister unsnapped her seat belt to search the floor of the car.

Mr Engels looked back. "I'm sure it'll turn up."

"I haven't seen it since the gas station! What if I left it inside?"

Mrs Engels sighed. "Oh honey, just pull over so she can look properly. The poor girl is worried."

"Wait!" Jeannine cried out, "I think I found it!" She dug a phone out from the blankets and held it up. Her face washed with relief, and then just as quickly, with disappointment. "It's just Maddy's. Maddy, do you have mine?"

Madeline shook her head, afraid to test her voice.

Mrs Engels looked back. "You still don't look well dear. Are you sure you're alright?" Madeline was caught in a nightmare. The car had slowed, and pulled off the road. She was painfully aware of the presence of the phone between her thighs and suddenly sure that everyone was looking at her, that they knew her secret and were tormenting her for pleasure.

Jeannine rolled her eyes. "Whatever Maddy. I'm just gonna call it on your phone." Madeline jerked upright, a protest dying on her lips. How could she explain her refusal?

"Uh. Okay. Look. I'm sure it'll turn up."

Her sister wasn't listening. Time slowed to a crawl as Jeannine punched in the number. The first buzz of the phone sent a shock up Madeline's spine and she nearly gasped out loud. She clenched her thighs together to mute the sound and closed her eyes, trying to stay calm and quiet as the phone vibrated insistently, nestled between the lips of her cunt.

"I think I can hear it. Everyone shutup."

For a moment the only sound in the car was the buzz of tires on pavement as cars passed them. Madeline desperately clenched her thighs, sure they'd follow the sound to her, sure they'd hear her panting or smell her arousal. She could only pray that they wouldn't. It was hot out, and the car was already full of the smells of sweat and breathing. Beneath the other smells, the salty tang her own arousal could only be a subtext, an edge that they wouldn't recognize. She could only hope. Madeline steeled herself and turned to her sister.

"Look," she said, voice squeaking. "I don't hear it. Let's drive back and check the gas station."

In the front seat, Mr Engels nodded. "Sure. It's not far."

The trip back was a sweet hell for Madeline. Every few minutes her sister would call her lost cellphone and look around, pushing at the blankets, cocking her head as though she might almost hear the buzz of it. Madeline just shivered and bit her lip. Did Jeannie know? Was she doing that on purpose? If she did she didn't show it. Her eyes gleamed and her lips were pursed with concentration, and although she kept shooting Madeline looks there was no teasing smile. Please don't let her know. The thought replayed itself in Madeline's mind. A part of herself didn't care if her sister knew, and the idea that her sister was getting her off on purpose drove Madeline crazy. Every time the phone rang she'd close her eyes, shivering with pleasure as she edged towards release, all the time pretending to be listening for the phone's ring.

When they got to the station Madeline flung herself out of the car, squeaking that she had to go to the bathroom. The first few steps were an undignified waddle, her knees still weak from pleasure, phone still pinned in place between her clenched thighs, Madeline deathly afraid that if she relaxed it would slip down the leg of her tights. She made it halfway across the gravelled parking lot before the buzzed again. She cast one wide eyed look back to the car where her sister sat, face a picture of innocence, head cocked as though listening for the phone. Shaking away her sister's image, Madeline turned and scurried the last few feet into the gas station.

The washroom was located outside the building, and the door kept locked for customer use. The attendant looked bored, and hardly seemed to notice Madeline's flush of humiliation or the trembling in her voice as she asked for the key. He took his time digging it out from behind the counter, and by the time he handed it to her the teenager was ready to scream.

The washroom was around the side of the building and Madeline hardly remembered the trip from the desk to the door. It was a single dingy room with no mirror and an empty towel dispenser. The walls were covered in graffiti and the cramped space smelled of urine and the same floor cleaner they used to clean the gymnasium at school. Safely inside, Madeline locked the door and tore her tights down to her knees. The phone rattled down onto the floor, gleaming with juices. Slumping back against the cracked wood of the door she spread opened her sex with one hand and reached for her clit with the other. Madeline's crack practically steamed with anticipation. Her clit was slick, and her fingers slid across it frantically. It hard took a touch to send her into a knee shaking orgasm. Madeline cried out, not caring who heard, and slumped to the floor as her knees gave out. Drenched with sweat and mind fogged by the aftermath of her orgasm, the girl sat panting on the filthy floor, back to the door, thighs wet with girl cum, face flushed.