Journey To Love Pt.17

This is an erotic love story between a brother and a sister who were separated when very young and reunited after they were eighteen years old. They undertake a modern quest in a small vintage car, thus they journey into incest and love. All sexual, activity is between consenting Adults. This part does include some role-playing that includes mild dominance and subservience.

Thanks for sticking with the story so far. This episode contains some big changes to our lover's journey.

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As journeys end another one always starts. Death is the only end to Life’s journey. All humans must die it is living with the possibility that is hard.

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Sophie

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I just can't help myself. There was my man with his penis as stiff a board, naked next to me. Was it temptation or intimacy? I had to make a choice, mouth or pussy? Mouth was easiest, but our juices from last night would change the flavour and experience. Then my vagina did need warming up to get my fluids flowing, as his penis would be dry and need lubrication. Which brought me back to my mouth.

I worked my fingers in anticipation when I realised a third way: Masturbation. It's funny, I had not done this since we first made love. I spat in my hand and started to spread the load onto his firm flesh. He was obviously in a dream state but still immobilized by the drugs of sleep. I took more fluids proffered by my growing wetness.

I played with my favourite bit of flesh in the whole world. Was it that, in spite of my own vagina and sex organs? Yes, probably, because I wasn't a big masturbator before I knew Jack’s impressive cock. I was definitely obsessed with it right from the start. Fuck I loved it.

Jack started providing me with his precum fluids. I took a finger and removed a bead. It made its way to my mouth. I love the slippery feel on my tongue and the sweet flavour as that small drop coated my taste buds. I started to use both hands, kneeling over him. I was keen not to wake him. New challenge: can I make him cum in the dream world? So I stayed silent and did not stroke the rest of his body, as tempting as it was.

I wanted to catch his cum if I could, in my mouth. But then, I was also fascinated by how high he could shoot. Yet could he achieve greatness while unconscious? I could feel his body starting to twitch. My left hand did some work on my clitoris in the hope of coming with him. He was close, I added my fluids to his impending orgasm and pumped him down his length. I put pressure on his underside as I did this and suddenly he was imitating a fountain.

Bugger not to the ceiling, so I quickly opened my mouth to take his second and consequent spurts.

Jack groaned, I got coated in cum. Then I gently lay next to him as I facilitated my own climax.

I grinned. Success displayed on my cum soaked face. Jack started snoring, I presume as the dopamine effect flooded his body. I was pushing three fingers into my vagina, riding myself to a satisfying conclusion.

Finished I snuggled into my boy and smelt his overwhelming pheromones just released. Wow, I love his smell. Man smells; the hint of my olfactory memories still present within the aromas of his manhood. Yes, sperm too was a component of this experience.

I didn't quite fall back to sleep but played with his chest. I kept his nipples hard and eventually his penis started growing again. But this time he stirred and woke up.

“Wow, what a dream.”

“Tell me about it?”

“It's kinda hard.”

“Like your prick.”

“Don't confuse the symptom with the cause. Wait, crap, I'm covered in cum.”

I giggled.

“Minx, what did you do?”

“I might have helped you dream.”

“Did I really have a wet dream?”

I was now using my tongue to scoop up the cum I missed earlier. Though I had rubbed a lot of it in.

“I might have been trying to make you ejaculate without waking you. I won.”

My big cheeky grin returned.

“I was, no I think I was, shit. I was having a threesome with you and, fuck Joy.”

“Our Grandma?”

“Well yes, but like at a music festival. Like she was your age. Fuck you were like identical twins. We had a makeshift shelter, very open at the front. But people kept walking past looking in as you both had a competition to see who could jack me off first.”

“So you have a thing for Granny now, do you? Lucky for me she is dead.”

“So I stayed asleep?”

“Yes, but I only touched you cock. Okay, balls too. I swear you came about a meter high. I was hoping for the ceiling.”

“Yes, but when I did that I had some powerful visual input, plus a pent-up disposition. You had just drained me eight hours ago, plus three times yesterday. I can only produce so much.”

“Do you think you can use your hardship to give me some pleasure?”

Jack was still hard, but probably because I was still playing with him as we talked.

“I can try. But it might have to be doggy if you want me to cum again. That position really gets me going.”

Immediately I was on all fours pointing my bottom in the air expectantly. Jack did not disappoint. He drove himself into the hilt and like a madman took out his pleasure in my body. In no time I was cumming. Fuck I needed his aggression after his passive none participation. Minutes later, and at least three cummy moments from me, Jack poured what seed he had left into my depths.

We collapsed. I got caught in a thought.

“Jack if you were sleeping the whole time, might that qualify as my raping you, seeing that I hadn’t asked consent.”

“Fuck Sophie, sex has become so tricky these days. That I'm a guy, probably not considered as risky as if I did it to you. But for the moment, until I tell you otherwise, consider you have my consent whether I'm asleep or not.”

“So what if you are blind drunk and passed out?”

“I probably wouldn't even get a hard-on. But then I would never make love, or fuck you if you were passed out drunk. So fuck, where are the bloody lines.? No wonder some of my friends from school just didn't bother dating anyone.”

“We need to get moving. This has been a wonderful distraction but I'm still worried about Grandpa”.

“We haven't heard from Mum, so I guess it's not critical. But I would like to get to Bathurst as soon as we can. If we can do the photo tonight, it would be good. Daylight saving means we would even have time after tea,” Jack added

Over breakfast, we looked at maps.

“Let's try the direct route through Blayney, and hope the traffic is okay. If not, we head to the side roads. But I'm worried about hills and mountains as we enter the next stage.”

“We had better watch the temperature gauge as we go,” I cautioned.

“It's a cooler day that should help.”

Jack was sure to check over the engine and fuel situation before we went. Although it had been a few weeks since the service we had not travelled all that far.

“You drive first Sophie. I think I should do the stretch after Blayney. It's much more mountainous.”

“Happy to let you, but mmm, for the first time you are showing misogynous tendencies.”

“I think it's my protective instincts. I want to protect the one I love. It's alright for you to nest, but I get to protect the nest.”

“Put that way, god I love you.”

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Jack

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It took two and a half hours to go the seventy kilometres to Blayney. There were some slow hills and the road was windy at times, but at least the traffic was infrequent.

We had lunch at Blayney. Their pool was an indoor leisure centre, but I was keen to push on. The air was brisk so we didn't feel the need for a swim to cool down.

"Sophie, do you know what Bathurst is famous for?" I asked as I headed into the outskirts of the city.

"Not a clue."

"Wow, you certainly have been brought up in a female world."

"What has that got to do with it?"

"Bathurst is the home of Australia’s most loved motor race. See the hill over there?"

"Mount Panorama." Sophie read the giant letters on the hillside. "So what's special about this race?"

"It's a thousand-kilometre race, up a mountain on a public road. It’s also done by supercars, so very fast. It has become a contest between Australian-made Ford and Holden cars."

"I thought these brands no longer existed."

"Okay, it embodies classic car makers rivalry of Holden and Ford, but now made by their American parent companies."

"Can other cars compete?"

"Yes, occasionally brands have done so. Unfortunately, Australia had stopped producing its own cars. So the Fords are now all Mustangs. The Holdens are now replaced by Chevrolet. It has also become a bit exclusive. It used to include all makes and classes. But we were not alive in those days."

"Wait a minute how long does it take."

"Almost a day."

"Uncle Rob and Dav used to be glued to our TV all day watching some car race."

"Are they into racing?"

"That's it, not really, almost the opposite. But they got into this one. Rob drove a Falcon and Dave I think had an old Torana."

"Then definitely this race. They used to bet on if their team would win."

"Let’s book into our accommodation, it's a bit classy. Then we can go for a drive."

"You mean we can drive on the track?"

"Yes, the race was a few weeks ago, so it has reverted to a normal road with normal road rules."

Our accommodation was right next to the main straight. It was six-star, so some luxury after Cowra. Obviously, on race weekends, the place would be packed. But it was quiet.

We booked in and went to our room. The porter insisted on carrying our luggage to the room even though it was minuscule. He even had one of those golden wheelie things. He might have started by playing the ironic card, but when he saw the cases were Louis Vuitton, he took the job a whole lot more seriously. Of course, as Aussies, we didn't tip. It was a three-room suite. We had a well-appointed living room and kitchenette, plus a king-sized bed in the spacious bedroom. The bathroom included a large spa bath.

Although it was Grandpa's money I loved spoiling my Sister with the best. It was late afternoon so we decided to freshen up and have dinner before going to look at the track.

Sophie's phone rang.

"It's Mum. Hi Mum, I'll put you on speaker Mum, Jack's here."

"Hi Jack, Sophie, thanks for letting me know about Dad, I think he is ok, but I've booked him in to see a doctor tomorrow just in case. Then I'll head back to Melbourne if we get an all-clear. He has been vague a few times. I'm not sure what that photo did, but it certainly switched him into remembering the early days with Mum.

"I think it was my outfit, it was very Hippy."

"So I saw, grandpa showed me the photo, and the others you have sent so far. You are obviously having a fun and interesting time. I hope Jack can cope with that outfit."

"Mum! Finding something cool to drive Daisy in has been a challenge. I am an adult"

"I've got to say in that picture you look great together. I'm so glad Dad persisted in getting you both together. I trust you are treating your sister well Jack."

"I try my best."

"Don't sell yourself short Jack. He was been fantastic. I love my brother."

I twinged a bit. The way she said it was deeper than normal for siblings. It has that romantic intonation in the words.

"Great to hear, well you carry on with what you're doing and I'll give you a call after the Doctors before I go home."

"Thanks, Mum," I said.

"Jack, can you say that again?"

"What thanks, Mum? Seriously thanks, Mum."

She was silent for a while.

"Mum, when I get down to Melbourne to visit, what say we get that bottle of Jack Daniels off the shelf and have a drink together."

Another silence then she whispered.

"Jack you just made a mother the happiest person in the world. How did you......?" Tears were flowing freely. "Don't worry tell me when I get to see you and hold you."

"I might not stop hugging you."

"Sophie, treat that man like the treasure he is. I think the hurt of decades is starting to heal."

"I will Mum. He is certainly my treasure. I'll hug him for you till then. Bye."

Well, they hung up after the fifth teary goodbye. Sophie was gushing tears as she hugged me close.

"Thanks, Jack. Wow, what a gift you just gave mum. You have every right to hate her."

"I don't know the circumstances, but I have been thinking about it a lot. It must have been something very serious and threatening to a mother to decide to split us. If Dad was violent and an abuser, I would understand it. But he wasn't, he was very caring in a strange way within his capacities."

We showered together but left the love-making out for now. The emotional burden of the phone call was heavy on our hearts. So we took comfort in our naked hugs and kisses under the steamy water.

Dinner was a romantic affair. We had a table for two overlooking the racetrack. As the sun set low in the sky they lit the candles on the table. We spent the time going deeper. Talking about moments we treasured in our separate lives and also talking about the future.

We held hands across the table. We shared morsels from our plates. It was more of a high-end chief experience. Amazing food but not enough in each serving to fill up. We had the gastronomy experience so the morsels kept coming. The champagne was French, the night blurred in the intimacy.

"Jack, do you think you could take me back to the room and give me that Japanese experience?"

"Yes definitely."

We settled up and I left a healthy tip. Arm in arm we walked to the room. As we did Sophie slipped into the role, becoming shyer and submissive. Taking quick glances at me and then looking away bashfully. So that is how it was going to play out. The old Sophie was back. I had to seduce her this time. All over again. The thing is the first time I wasn't the seducer, she was.

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Sophie

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It was not hard to go all shy, I did have six years of practice. I wore my yellow dress to dinner and a full lacy bra. I normally wore bikini tops in my travels, so it was interesting to have my girls so restricted. Also, this bra was tight. It had fitted well before. I must ask Jack if he feels my breasts have grown.

For panties I put on a plain white pair, to suit the Japanese schoolgirl vibe. So I was well covered. At one stage on the walk to the room, I felt Jack move his hand to my butt. I batted him away demurely, with an embarrassed girlish giggle.

Inside the door, Jack pulled me to him, but I turned away so I slipped in next to him sideways. He nuzzled my neck and whispered.

"It's okay, let me teach you."

I bowed my head. His arm wrapped around my midsection and caressed me through the dress. I giggled. He moved to kiss my ear lobe. I sighed but pulled away from the intense feelings that travelled to my groin.

His hand travelled to my breast, but I softly said "no" and pushed his hand away.

"Just so I'm sure my Sister our safe word is 'Spider'."

I nodded and said, "Yes."

Jack continued to feel my torso. His right explored while his left hand fiddled with the buttons below my breast.

I pushed that hand away but a button did come undone. He turned me and went to kiss me. My head tilted away and his lips landed on my eyelids. He kissed these gently. I was already getting so wet down below.

With his hand, he turned my chin to him and stole a kiss before I could turn away. I was too busy pushing his hand from my breast. It was a three-fronted attack.

"No" I squirmed but he ignored me. His left hand slipped over my shoulder and made its way to my breast under my dress straps. I did not notice the two buttons he successfully undid with his other hand. One button remained holding my dress together.

Jack turned me so my back was against the door. He took one hand and held it above my head while he kissed me again. His lips stayed and again an embarrassed "no" was muffled in his mouth.

I squirmed a bit but realised I could feel his hardness pressed into my abdomen. He fought to slip his tongue into my mouth. I did not try to stop him, but neither did I open my lips for him. The kiss continued but the attack was persistent with his free hand. My other arm and hand were pinned against the door by his shoulder and chest. I was captive, I could smell his body releasing pheromones that made him hard to resist.

Jack then slipped his hand into my dress and up to my breast. I felt my hard nipples press into his palm through the bra. By now I actually wanted him to just take me. My desires rose in inverse proportion to the speed of my seduction.

By now his kisses were persistent, sometimes I would escape his lips, only for him to use them on my neck and ears.

"No Jack, oh god no," I swooned against him. He slipped his upper hand into my bra and made it to my throbbing nipple.

"No, no, oh oh."

He slipped his hand out only to cup my buttock and pull me to his groin. His hardness was pressing into me. His desire was obvious.

Then he released my hand above his head only to bring it to my waist where he lifted me with ease and carried me to the bed. I buried my head into his neck and groaned my built-up pleasure.

No sooner was I lying on the bed, than Jack was half on top of me, his hand went back to my breast. I pushed at him and tried to push him away, but he took my hands in his and brought them above my head. Then he held them there as if tied. His body slid over mine and his mouth travelled down my chest to suckle my breast through the fabric of my bra.

"No, no." I squirmed but all he did was go to the other breast and take my nipple in his teeth.

Fuck, I wanted to cum right then. Shit, this was intoxicating. He joined my wrists and held me with one hand, which gave him freedom to continue his assault on my body. He pulled my bra over one breast and proceeded to consume the naked breast with his mouth. The other hand slipped behind me as I squirmed and undid the bra. Released, he moved it up my arms and lightly wrapped it around my joined hands to, at least, symbolically affect their capture.

Then the nipple play began. Flicking quickly, pinching, kissing and suckling. This went on for minutes, hours, I was losing track of time. Then I came. It was a quiet cum. I tried to make it a submissive groan, when I wanted to shout out, just fuck me! My dress was still largely on me, but this did not stop Jack from pushing it to my waist and exposing my now-soaking white panties.

He groaned, I could tell my brother was as keen as I was to penetrate me but we both knew he had a way to go.

"No no," I wiggled my body under him trying to avoid his groping hand that was working over my white panties. Jack released my hands and immediately I covered my eyes with an arm.

Embarrassing, "No, no, ah." My other hand feebly attempted to bat his fingers away. I refused to look at my brother. God, I missed his eyes. They were his soul in lovemaking, but I denied myself the pleasure.

Jack's other hand continued their assault on my nipples. Fuck. He just played with my panties over my sopping sex. Finally, I felt him move his body down. His nose led the way. I could hear him sniffing in my sweet aromas. His chin nuzzled my panties, and then he brought his mouth to the white cotton and started to suck and lick my mons. Again he was careful to avoid my clit. I tried to push his head away. I really tried, I swung my head from side to side.

"No, no, no, no, no!" But he resisted and put his hands under my buttocks and raised me up as an offering to his mouth instead. Shit. I came again as his tongue worked its way under the side elastic of my panties and worked its way toward my vagina.

With his teeth, he pulled my panties to the side and tongued my labia, both major and minor. My arm covered eyes and I pushed and pulled at his hair. It was getting harder to resist. Fuck he spent at least five minutes just using his tongue in this position. I rolled through waves of climaxes. If the goal of Japanese men was to make the woman cum and cum and cum, Jack was a champion. His hands finally went to the sides of my panties, he pulled them down and I tried to pull them up in a token gesture.

"No, no, no." I really needed to know that Japanese word. My mind was screaming yes, yes, yes. As well as enough, enough, enough. How many more cums can a girl have. Then he clamped his lips down on my clit and I sprayed so hard. I screamed into my elbow, biting down as I did. When I chanced quickly at my lover I saw Jack's hair was plastered to his head and his face sopping. His grin was contagious but I refused to engage.

He moved back to my tits. I held my right hand over my sex as he moved to prod me with his hard dick. He held me down again and forced my hand away. I rocked my hips making it hard for him to line up.

My 'No's' turned to grunts, err, err err. Jack bit down on my neck and his hand guided his hardness to my core. One push and he was home. That one push fulfilled my need that had been there from the beginning, aching, aching, aching for his cock. That one push also brought with it another climax.

Through my hand, I could see my lover pumping hard. I don't know if I felt so much as observed his actions. My mind and body had disassociated. I was a mess.

Next, I knew Jack was thrusting in his final release deep into my womb. Warmth gushed as spurt after spurt fulfilled me. I came again, I squirted again, my whole body shook and spasmed in uncontrollable muscular convulsions.

Black, blank, nothing.

Jack told me later that I truly passed out. He ran the large spa bath and sponged me with cool washers. When I woke he gently carried me to the bath and ministered to my needs. Water bottles lined the ledge and he encouraged me to hydrate. My mouth was parched and dry.

"I love you Sophie, but please I don't want to do that again. I think it was too much. I was scared I had put you in a coma."

I turned and kissed him.

"Jack, never say never, but for now I agree. That was the most erotic thing I have done, which means we have done. Thank you."

Jack continued his tender care in lifting me from the bath, drying me, and then carrying me to bed.

"I love you, Sophie."

"I love you, Jack."

We slept like babies naked in each other's arms.

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Jack

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The sun broke through the dawn and shone a beam of light on my Sister's naked body. I thought back to last night. As erotic as it was somehow I was uncomfortable. Permission is important to me and even though I had it last night, I wanted our relationship to be equal. Not built on dominance.

Deep down my male conditioning was saying fuck it be a man. But I missed the intimate connection. The looking into my Sister's baby blue eyes as my penis joined her. The sharing was more important than the possessing. I knew Sophie was mine and I was hers. Ours was an equal love. Somehow last night was an expression of destroying that equality.

Yes, she had cum countless times and I only once. I was so proud of that. But that was not what this was about. There was a darkness in the Japanese method built on a culture that was not ours. Was it wrong for them? How did they adapt to a growing equalisation of the sexes? These were questions for their culture. But it was not me, the Jack I was, nor the Jack I wanted to be.

My sister stirred untouched except for my eyes. She saw me looking and rolled onto me. I was greeted by a beautiful deep kiss.

"I agree Jack, let's not do that again. It was too much. I never want to shield my eyes from your eyes again."

"I love you, Sophie. I woke thinking the same thing."

"I don't think I can have sex this morning though. My bits are still numb."

"Well, I suggest breakfast in bed then a drive in a famous racetrack."

After breakfast, we went out to do a few laps.

"You drive first Jack, it's your dream," Sophie said as we stood next to Daisy for Photos. The hotel was right on Conrad Straight.

"Should we send a pic now or after we do a lap?"

"Now just in case we don't make it around. How long is a lap?"

"Just over six kilometres."

"So how fast do they do it in?"

"Two minutes six seconds is the record."

"Wow, and that is up that mountain and back down."

"Yes, and some of the bends are second-gear bends. We need to watch Daisy on 'The Dipper', we could easily roll on that one. Three wheels will be challenging."

"So if we do it in fifteen minutes we will be doing well."

We took the picture and sent it to Grandpa. I half expected Grandpa to video call straight back. But figured we Sophie could drive with him over the course if he did, driver cam.

I drove us around to the start line. Signs were everywhere warning of speed cameras and that this was a public road, Drive on the left there will be oncoming traffic.

We pulled over at the start line for some more cheeky photos. It was a thing. It was Thursday and there was no traffic.

"Sophie set your stopwatch. I won't speed, but I do want to know the difference."

Sophie counted me down and I took off as fast as Daisy would allow. It was like a snail compared to my memories of getting to the first corner to go up Mountain Straight.

Here's the thing, in a race car they eat this section up. In Daisy, the gradual gradient just slowed us. By the time we got to 'the Cutting,' we were crawling at nine kilometres an hour in second gear.

We had our comms on, we felt like we were a race car with that active.

"Shit Sophie, this is so steep. I never realised."

"I think you need to revise fifteen minutes we are eight already."

I glanced at the temperature warning light. It was off but Daisy was struggling and we had more hill to go.

I needed to change down to first gear. It was with some relief we were starting to reach the top along ‘Skyline. I saw the temperature light flicker. Fuck. But we were at the top. I held my breath and backed off on the engine, as we started to speed up along the top. We had come over the top and were nearing the Esses. I put the brake on to now take off speed as we were about to go steeply downhill. The road just fell away below me into the famous S-bends that caught so many drivers. I changed down to third to take off more speed and to relieve the brakes. The Big Dipper was next. I was struggling to contain her. I did not want to roll on the dipper.

We slipped a bit but luckily she held and I slowed down further to negotiate Forrest Elbow. This was almost a hairpin bend. I remember Tigger warning when he was stuck up the tree, 'It's not the going up, it's the coming down.'

"Yes" I yelled as we turned onto Conrod Straight.

This was the fastest part of the track. But straight down, they added some bends at the end to slow traffic before the last corner, but essentially we had made it. I started to cruise down the long hill.

"How fast are we now Jack?" Sophie said looking over my shoulder.

Shit, my precious sister didn't have a seatbelt. I forgot that.

"We are up to forty-five - about seventy kmh."

We were adding speed. I was still well under the road speed limit of 100km, but we were almost redlining. I gently added some brakes, I could smell them. The single rear drum must be hot. I was able to keep her steady at sixty mph, the fastest she has been. As the road tapered to flat I brought her back to a safer fifty mph as we negotiated the curves. I slowed further as we went past our Hotel.

Just then the phone rang.

"It's Mum!" Sophie yelled.

"Just a minute mum." I heard her say

"Don't forget the time Sophie."

"Shit yes, hold on Mum."

We were coming up to the finish line.

"Now."

"Got it"

"Jack is just pulling over Mum so we can talk."

"What was the time Sophie?"

"Nineteen minutes and forty-two seconds."

"A new record for slowness."

We pulled into a side road and stopped.

"Sorry Mum," I said, " we just finished a lap at Bathurst."

"You mean Mount Panorama Jack?"

"Yes."

"Rob will be jealous."

"Not at our time!" I laughed.

"Ok seriously kids, you need to get back to Albury as soon as possible."

Our hearts sank.

"Grandpa?"

"Yes, he is in hospital. He wants you back."

"Is he okay?"

"We are not sure he is having some sort of mini-strokes, they call them TIA's. He is going in for an MRI at the moment. But he wants to talk to you two in person if at all possible."

"Will he die?" Sophie breathed the question.

"The specialist does not think so, but nothing is guaranteed. Particularly with the blood system to the head. He likely will need surgery if he has a blockage in an artery. We will know more in a few hours."

"Mum, if we started driving now we would take two to three days to get there in Daisy. It's not safe to drive at night."

"Jack I trust you to figure a way out. But whatever you do get here safely. I don't want to lose any of my family. I need to go, I'll call as soon as I have more information."

We were holding each other in shock.

"What do we do Jack?"

"I know we can't drive back in Daisy but we can't just leave her."

"We can hire a car I guess."

"Let's go back to the Hotel and think."

I turned Daisy down a side road that ran behind the pit lane.

"Jack, how do race cars travel between races?"

"In one of those." I pointed at a big pan tech on an advertising billboard.

"So what about we get a truck to take us?"

I stopped, the solution was on the tip of my brain, to mix a metaphor.

"Daisy is small, why don't we hire a truck."

"Or a delivery type van."

"Yes, that would work."

"Let's pack, and do some searching for a hire place."

We hurried back to the Hotel. We didn't have much to pack.

I rang a car hire place. I asked some questions. Yes, it was possible. So we booked out of the Hotel explaining our circumstances. They didn't charge us for cancelling. Sophie navigated us to the hire place.

We started to tell them our problem when they asked,

"How old are you."

"Nineteen, nearly twenty."

"I'm sorry sir, we can't hire a car to you, as you're under twenty-five." Sophie burst into tears.

"There is no way?"

"Sorry sir, no one will. Particularly a P plater."

I held Sophie and we walked out together. There in the yard was the perfect van, A Ford Transporter.

"No Jack we can't steel it."

"No, but we could buy one."

I raced back into the dealer.

"Do you sell secondhand rentals?"

"Yes but not here, they all go to Sydney to sell."

"So if a Ford Transit was to be sold what would it go for?"

"I'll look it up for you. ... Two-year-old rental, around fifty-four thousand."

"So we could do it with a slightly older model."

"I guess if you have the money."

“Are there car yards here that might stock them?”

“Sure to.” He gave us directions and wished us luck.

“Sophie, how much money do you have? I think I have about fourteen thousand left.”

She was silent as she logged in and I followed Google to a car sales area.

“Around thirty, no thirty-five thousand three hundred.”

We pulled up and scanned the yard. I checked mine.

“I have fifteen-four hundred left. So we will have transfer fees, rego and insurance. But we have about forty-five thousand to spend.”

“Ok let's find a van.”

Unfortunately, most of the vans we found were fitted out inside, some for camping, some for trade tools and racks.

We had no luck in the first few yards?

“What about that one Jack?” Sophie pointed to a vehicle at the back of the next lot.

“It's a Benz, so probably too expensive, but let's look at it.”

Sophie raced to the back and peered in the rear window.

“It's empty Jack.”

“Great I went to the sticker to check the price.”

“I'll give you a good trade-in on that yellow thing.”

“That yellow thing is probably more expensive than this van,” I countered.

“You are probably right son.”

“The question is will it fit in the back?”

He lifted the back tailgate.

“Easily.”

"Don't say anything, I think I'll need to bargain," I whispered to my Sister.

I looked over the van, tapping panels, looking for rust, I had no real idea what I was doing but hoped to look knowledgeable.

“So what was it used for?” I asked

“Just a local business for running around Bathurst.”

“Plus back and forth to Sydney no doubt. The mileage indicates some travel.”

He smiled.

“But can you get finance, you are young?”

I looked at him as if to say fuck off.

“So the sticker says forty-five grand. I don't want to trade Daisy in, just transport her. Given you add extra for covering trade-ins, what can you do it for?”

“Well, I could go to forty-two-five hundred. But I'm not sure I can get finance for you. Do you have a parent to take the loan?”

“So you won't take cash.”

He spluttered.

“What's the price for cash?”

“Come in and I'll talk to our finance person.”

Sophie and I sat in the office of the showroom while he went next door.

“I love you, Jack, keep up the good work.”

Another older man came in and introduced himself.

“Well we could do it for forty-one thousand but you will need to sign away your cool-down period rights.”

“Could we drive it way today?”

“Why the rush?”

“We have to get back to Albury quickly, the car doesn't travel well or fast. We just did Mount Panorama in nineteen minutes. Our Grandpa is in hospital with a stroke and wants to see us urgently.”

Sophie started crying. It was genuine but it helped.

“Well if we have a deal, let's get the paperwork done.”

“How do I transfer that much at once?” I asked.

“Well, we can do it in a few ways, maybe a deposit. Then lump sum transfer of the balance.”

“It's coming from two people's bank accounts.”

“Well if you can do five grand each immediately and the rest on a bank transfer, that will work. In the old days you would be lining up, to get a bank check.”

“You're not worried about us cancelling that?”

“No, we will have your driver's details and records. But just to confirm you have enough can you show us your current balance?”

“Yes, we can do that.”

All we had to do was show him our balances on our phone screens.

“I have to say, not many nineteen-year-olds have that much available,” he said as he recorded our licence details.

It took forty minutes but we had a car. I rang up the insurance and got a cover note. Rego we could fix in Albury.

“Can you help us get Daisy in the back, please? I asked. ? Four of us can lift her easily.”

It was very easy.

“You will need to strap her down.” The finance guy said as we looked at Daisy snuggled in the back.

“Oh, we don't have straps.”

“There is an auto shop around the corner, you can buy some there. Lock the Sprinter up and I'll give you a lift. You two have made my day. Ok yes, we made some money but this is a sale for the storybooks.”

We went and as it always comes out, the nature of the challenge became the topic of discussion. We were met back at the car yard by a few of the workers, the I assume mechanic who supervised strapping her in and suddenly we were on the road.

It was nearly one o'clock. Sophie was looking at me grinning.

“Jack, do you realise we can sit together for the first time while we drive?”

“Yes, and you have a seat belt. I realised as we came down Conrod Straight that our speed in Daisy was so dangerous for you. So how far to Albury from here?”

“I assume we are going to Albury Hospital. Wait on. Shit, it's only five hours nonstop.”

“And we took what nearly a month to get here?”

“Well, you did need to give me some loving on the way.”

Google was giving directions.

“Do you realise we are going back through Cowra?9

“It makes sense and a lot of other places I presume. Well before we leave Bathurst we should fill up and eat. Service station food from now on.”

Sophie rang Mum to tell her we should be in Albury before visiting hours at the hospital close. And to boast about how I got us a good deal on the Van.

We chatted together on speaker for a while. The results of the test were not in yet. It could be tomorrow. But Grandpa had lost some function in his left side. But he was talking and glad you were trying to get back.

“Give him our love, but maybe don't get his hopes up of us getting there tonight. If we do it will be a nice surprise.”

“That's wise. He needs to sleep this afternoon. We don't want him awake anticipating.”

I pulled into a service station.

“Shop for snacks while I fill up Sophie.”

I paid for the fuel and noticed Sophie had a load of snacks to go.

“It's only five hours darling.”

“Yes but do you realise we have the room?”

“Ok, but maybe not so much the money now.”

“What do you want to eat?”

“I think I could have two pies.”

“Well I only want sandwiches, but I'll get some spares. Can I drive while you eat the pies? You can feed me a sandwich or two.”

The van was luxury, it might have been ten years old but it was a Merc.

“Look Soph, cup holders.”

“Air conditioning!” Sophie squealed.

“Do you notice a thing? Listen.”

“Quiet, it's so quiet, Dairy is still doing a hundred ks an hour.”

So the journey began, well actually the end of our Journey.

…….

Sophie

……..

The journey south went fast, as did the Sprinter. Such an amazing contrast to Daisy, who seemed content snuggling down behind us. We swapped drivers every hour so we didn't have to take much downtime.

I started to think through the change of plans, when I realised we would have to cancel the wedding plans. A sadness washed over me. It was bad enough that Grandpa was in hospital. But the realisation that life was going to change inexplicably in the next few hours gripped my heart.

We had to confess our incestual love to Gramps, in case he died. As worrisome, would telling him tip him over? Into death I mean. Somehow I suspected he had twigged but to what? This was his doing. But I doubt Jack or I would blame him.

Jack was dozing next to me. I wanted to put my hand on his leg, to hold him, but these modern cars with bucket seats prevented this. Besides they were too far apart.

We were getting closer to Gundegai when I saw the sign. OMG, we had to stop for this, even if only for five minutes. I slowed for the turn-off when the words came back. I sang them.

“Da da da da da da beneath the sunny skies

Where the Dog sits on the Tuckerbox

Five miles from Gundegai.”

“You have a nice voice, Sophie, you should sing to me more.”

“Shucks thanks.”

“Wait are we at the Tuckerbox?”

“I think it's that fountain just there.”

It was late afternoon, the place looked rundown and sad. We hopped out and read about the legend of a dog who refused to hop off his master's tuckerbox as the swaggy lay dead beside him. The story had become an important part of Australian folk law.

“Sophie I think this place is on our list. I know we didn't drive Daisy here but we need a photo.”

“How about I back up the van and open the tailgate so she can at least photobomb the picture.”

“Great idea.”

I couldn't get the van to the front of the statue but I was able to back reasonably close behind it. I opened the back and made sure the interior light was on. We got a few photos. Just then the sun broke through the gum trees and highlighted the dog and Daisy behind him. Perfect. Maybe it was a good sign. The sun will shine on us.

“I have to go take a leak,” Jack said and followed the signs to the toilet.

“Shit they are closed.” He called back to me.

“Find a tree.”

Jack sprinted over to the paddock fence behind the car park and watered the parched ground.

“It's sad Sophie, this place is so run down.” He commented as we climbed back into the van. Jack started back to the highway.

“There's the reason Jack. A bloody big fuel and comfort station four hundred meters up the road. They are sucking the tourist traffic away from the very reason it is here.”

“Just like these highways suck the life out of small towns.”

“Yes, towns we have actually taken the time to explore and love. But you have to go off the main roads and go slow.”

We were just under two hours away from the Hospital.

“Let's eat dinner after we visit Grandpa. I don't want to stop again if I can help it.”

“We still have enough supplies so let's do it. Jack, I realised something when I was driving last. We have to cancel the wedding.”

“Sophie, wrong word, postpone.”

“Ok but when, until when?”

“Well let's see how it goes with Grandpa first. But we are closer to Ben and Jan, I'm sure Gerry and Jillian would be happy to come down. They could even bring a balloon.”

“That could be just as romantic. Do you think I should ring them now to tell them about the change of plans?”

“No harm in that, I will cancel the accommodation tomorrow.”

I rang Jan and then Jillian. Both were very disappointed, but Jan immediately saw the bright side, we were just down the road from them now, so we made tentative arrangements to visit them on their farm later the next week. Jillian said when you know, we will be there.

I guess I had chatted a bit, as the next thing I knew, we were turning off the freeway and into the outskirts of Albury.

I rang Mum to let her know were were almost there.

“I just left the hospital, Grandpa is doing okay, but you will notice changes. I'm heading to the farm. When you are done, come on out. I'll get beds ready for you.”

“We might be late, we are going to eat after visiting.”

“That's fine, I'll stay up, I'm so excited to see you two.”

“We will ring when we are heading to the farm.”

“Okay see you soon.”

“Text me the room number.”

“Will do.”

The hospital was not far off the freeway, so soon Jack was parking the Van.

“Before we do this Sister Dearest, I need a hug.”

“And a kiss Jack.”

“Yes. I'm afraid I'm nervous. Not just about Grandpa’s health but about telling him.”

“Should we put it off till we know what's wrong?”

“It's tempting but I think we need to come clean now. Particularly as no one else will be around. God I don't want to do it with Mum, or our Uncles around.”

“Well, let's do it. I took one last hug and smell of my brother and we held hands walking to the entrance.

“Jack the rings.” I could feel his on his finger.

“Maybe leave them on. They might help start the difficult conversation.”

“I like that, besides I want to own our relationship not hide it.”

“Maybe we will need to take them off tonight when we get to the farm.”

“Let's decide that after we see Grandpa's reaction.”

We navigated the warren that is every hospital, getting directions along the way. Outside the room, we heard Grandpa talking to a nurse. He sounded playful. I looked up at Jack, his eyes told the same story I was feeling. Slowly we let go of each other's hand and stepped through the door.

“Joy you came!” I was shocked oh no, not again. Then he burst out laughing.

“Just kidding, Sophie come here and give me a big old hug. You too Jack.”

As we hugged he said. “I've been waiting so long for this day. I just didn't expect I’d be in a hospital.”

“How are you, Grandpa?”

“Well this arm is not working so well, but I don't feel crook. A bit woozy at times. I see the specialist in the morning, something is wrong up here in the noggin. But that doesn't matter I have you back. How did you get back so fast?”

We told him about the Van.

“Great thinking, I love that problem-solving.”

“But we didn't finish the quest,” I said.

“Oh yes, you did.”

“But we are only halfway through,” Jack added.

“Boy, the quest wasn't about the places but the journey. That journey was about getting to know and love your sister. I think you passed it weeks ago.”

“Grandpa, that's the thing. Maybe, no I think I failed. Sorry Grandpa but, I ah...”

“Spit it out.”

“I love my Sister but… too much.”

“Not possible.”

“I mean not, .… not just as a sister.” Jack held his head down looking at the white sterile bed sheets.

“I mean we are lovers,” he whispered. “I couldn't help myself. I failed as a brother.”

Jack couldn't see it but I did. The light in Grandpa’s eyes caught fire.

“Look at me, Jack. I know. I couldn't be happier.”

“But, maybe you don't understand?”

“Oh I do, you're fucking your Sister. As I said you have surpassed the quest.”

“But, what? Oh, but it's not fucking. It's making sweet love.”

Suddenly I was crying and hugging Grandpa. Grandpa was crying and he pulled Jack in with his one good hand to complete the hug.

“You're not mad at us?”

“Look Jack that was brave of you. That took guts. You passed a character test just then that most men would run from.”

He looked at our questioning eyes.

“I know, I have a lot to tell you and explain. Now give me a look at those rings Sophie dear.”

He held my hand up to the light. The diamond sparked.

“Beautiful. You know you both were not too good at hiding these. They were clear in a few photos. The only thing I'm disappointed in is that I missed the wedding.”

I immediately hugged him. “But you haven't, well not our ceremony. We had to postpone it to come back. We wore these as decoys early on so the motels and people we met would think we were married.”

“But we fell in Love well before the rings,” Jack clarified.

“I'm getting tired, and you have had a long trip. But you have made an old man very happy.”

“A few things before we go,” Jack started. “We are going to stay on and help you with the farm. We actually decided that a few weeks ago, but now it's clear you need the extra hands.”

“But we will want to sleep in the same bed Grandpa,” I said as I was still hugging him.

“I hope you always do. Wow, this day just gets better.”

“Also Mum, and our Uncles. I don't want them to beat me to a pulp when they find out,” Jack continued.

Gramps roared laughing.

“I'm sorry, I guess from your perspective that is a genuine concern. As soon as I get out of this Hospital we will have a family truth-telling session. We all have some home truths to share with you both. A lot of old family secrets that can now come out.

“Oh, and I've arranged for you to meet with my lawyer and accountant regarding your inheritance on Monday. Mainly just paperwork for you to sign. But they have some good news and will be able to answer questions.

“Now I think I need to sleep. Your Mum is keen to get some time with you tonight.”

We kissed him goodbye. Then turned and hugged each other before we left the room.

“Have a kiss too. It will help release the nervousness.” Grandpa chirped behind us.

“So we kissed, a loving soulful expression of our love.”

“Ah, that takes me back, Bye kids. If I die tonight, I know I will die happy.

“You are not going anywhere, Grandpa. See you tomorrow.” Jack stated.

We almost skipped through the quiet ward and passageways back to the Van.

I was feeling so happy and so randy after our visit. This was going to work out alright. Maybe better than our wildest hopes.

Jack opened the van and I slid the side door open.

“Get in here Jack. I want to be I do something I had planned on but missed out.

Jack jumped in and I closed the door.

“Make love to me on Daisy. I'm so happy and I want to celebrate.”

“I had better turn off this interior light. We will still get some from the car park.”

The car park was almost empty. So I felt we were relatively safe.

“If the Van starts a rocking don't come a knocking,” Jack shouted into the emptiness.

At that point, I wrapped my hands around his neck and dragged him into a long seductive kiss. He backed me onto Daisy’s fender. With my butt supported, I wrapped my legs around him.

“Aren't you forgetting something, my sexy Sister?”

“What?”

“Clothes, too many.”

Well, we tore at each other's clothes until we were stark naked and they were strewn around the floor. We repositioned ourselves back on the fender. Jack’s hardness pressed upright in my folds.

“Shit this is exciting, I don't think I’ll last long.”

“Well put it in me, dear BIG Brother.”

He lifted one leg up to his shoulder as I positioned him at my entrance.

I felt Jack restrain himself as he slowly pushed forward. I was so wet, even without a warm-up. He tilted forward and his tongue took my mouth. He gathered a slow rhythm and pace, plunging deep and withdrawing slowly. Our Van took up the rhythm of our love and rocked gently.

“I love you, little Sister, so much.”

“Thanks, Bro but please fuck me hard.”

It's like I threw a switch. Jack thrust hard and pistoned into me like a true one-pistoned two-stroke.

“Yes, fuck, cumming.”

“Not so loud,” Jack cautioned as he covered my mouth with his hand.

He continued in with his frantic pace. I slipped from one climax to the next. He picked me up carried me deeper into the rear of the van and parked me on the rear racks but our cases were still attached. He was still fucking me as he stood.

“Not working, Back to the front.”

He carried me back to the snub-nosed front. There was no hood.

“Turn around,” Jack said as he withdrew.

I turned and lay across Daisy. I put one foot on the bumper and then the other. My rear was presented open and ready. Jack thrust into me and doubled his pace from before. I screamed into my arm as he took me to new heights. My body spasmed around his thick cock.

Jack grunted and plunged deep, releasing load after load of baby-making spunk into my womb. He kept me pinned to the car as I quaked through my final climax.

“We don't have anything to clean up with Jack.” yes we do, my inner monologue said, towels in the back, but I wasn't letting that get in the way of a good tongue cleaning.

“I have my tongue,” he said.

Immediately he was on his knees cleaning my cum and his sperm off my legs and vagina. He even licked up to my tight butt hole.

“Fuck Jack, no not there.”

“Okay,” he grinned and turned me around to tackle my spend from the front. I was turned on but I did not need to or want to cum again.

“Now you Jack.”

I pulled him up and we swapped places. I slurped his semi-limp cock into my mouth and took my pleasure as he stiffed once again.

“Enough Sophie. I need to eat a proper meal. And Mum will be waiting.”

We scurried around in the dark and gathered our clothes. Dressed, we kissed.

“It might need to be Macca’s as it's late,” I suggested

We kissed.

“Well need to wash your face, Jack, you smell of me.”

“You might have my sperm in your hair.?

“I suppose it might be hard to keep all this from Mum, but we can try.

“I think rings off until we get the lay of the land. Maybe until then Truth-telling, whatever that brings.”

“Besides Grandpa can moderate any angry reactions.”

“Even one-handed, he is a tough old bugger. But what was with his reaction? So strange. It is like they are all in on it.”

“Perhaps they were, big brother. But shit, you realise we will be in separate beds in separate rooms tonight.”

“Don't worry sweetheart, I'll sneak in when Mum has gone to sleep.”

I had always been circumspect with Mum during her calls. Keeping things on the pragmatic about where and when. But missing out on the love revelations. I don't know how I did it. But I mainly sent photos that were about the place, or of Jack, clothed. I sent some selfies as well.

Jack was starting to pull out of the McDonalds when he asked,

“Um Sophie, where is the farm?”

“Near Gregory.”

“That's fine but where near Gregory. Grandpa picked me up from the Station and your mum drove you.”

I checked Maps.

“Jack there is no Gregory in NSW.”

“Well, we had lunch at the pub there. It was before we got to Culcain. You had better text, Mum.”

“Already on it.”

We waited until a message came back.

“That's funny. You know how we were getting Town names wrong? Well, it's Gerogery, not Gregory. I always thought it was Gregory as a little girl. In fact, the Farm is in East Gerogery. Let's go, it will take about twenty-five minutes.”

Driving into the dark with my illicit lover and Brother. It was like driving into the unknown. But the known I knew. I knew I loved my Brother, and we both had the support of Grandpa. Google didn't do farm tracks. It suggested we walk the last bit. Jack went back and forth trying to remember the road we had come down on twenty-seven days ago.

“Is that an RMB number?” He stopped and got out with his phone torch.

“This is it.” He gave a thumbs up.

There was no moon, but a farmstead had lights on ahead. We came to that cattle grid and knew we were in the right place. Jack stopped.

“Remember the cattle grid, Daisy, welcome home,” Jack spoke over his shoulder to our faithful car.

“Well here goes,” Jack breathed. “Remember I love you, Sophie.”

“I love you so much, Jack.”

“Together in love.” we choruses.

……….

Note: the next few episodes will be different. It's a bit more of a choose-your-own love story for a while as there are many threads to tie up.

Journey to Love 18. will cover the Truth-telling. But will be short. But I will post multiple parts and you can choose what order you read them in. They are:

‘Grandpa's story’ as a self-contained narrative. That can be read without having read anything to this point.

‘Mum's story,’ which again will be self-contained but reveal the cause of the split of the siblings.

‘The uncle's story,’ which will feed out of Mum's story.

You can choose to read them in the order posted, or read part 18 until you get to the person's story who is next on the truth-telling, read their story. Then go back to episode 18. To continue until the next story.

Sounds complicated. It could be. But I hope in telling the other stories it will encourage new readers to the series. I will post them as ‘Grandpa's story JTL.’ etc

I will cover Grandma's story in the form of a diary.

None of these stories will be longer than one post, but some could be long.

After this, we will get to the wedding as JTL 19 plus.

At some point, we will get all the other side stories as separate tails of Sibling love.

That said none of this is written yet. So hopefully I can keep up the pace. But I'm excited to tell the other stories. They have been thought about as I've written this epoch.

I also have some other short stories I wish to write that have been put on hold. So keep on following my work.

Oh and please comment, this is the only way I can know if I'm hitting the spot. It also gives me warm fuzzies that this journey has been worthwhile.