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I woke up at the butt crack of dawn next morning, my body stiff and uncomfortable. Maybe it was from my conscience or maybe it was from the cramped space of the overhead bed. I'm pretty sure that seducing my cousins into a little handsy play wasn't going to win me any favors in heaven. I knew it had been wrong. Hell, most of my life is wrong in one way or another, but even now, the memories gave me pre-orgasmic shivers. Or. Maybe it was my bladder. I didn't really care what it was, but I was awake.
The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the sounds of the early morning traffic were a distant hum. I needed to get out of there. The air was thick and stuffy, and I could feel the weight of the camper pressing in on me, smothering me, with Lori pressed in on one side and Cary on the other. I carefully climbed over Lori, who groaned in her sleep but didn't wake up. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, a sweet floral scent that I liked.
I fought to find purchase for my toes as my foot settled on the back rest of the table bench. I climbed down to the cool floor with a deep exhale.
Michael was still asleep, his face just inches from my panty-covered ko-neko. I looked down at him, in that dim morning light and I couldn't help but give him a sly smile. He was missing out on a piece of paradise, ad here he was, sleeping through it. Another day, and who knows. But today, I still just felt caged. Trapped, and I didn't understand why.
A myriad of different scents; plastic, sweat, dirty laundry, chips and snacks all warred with my senses. I grabbed the shorts I wore yesterday and pulled them over my bare thighs, even as I slipped my bare feet into Lori's flip flops. No time to mess around with finding my own shoes. I made my way to the door, the knob cool in my hand as I pushed it open.
Pushing it open my body was finally immersed in glorious cool air . Stepping down, I closed the door softly behind me and smiled. I closed my eyes and breathed in the fresh morning, in contrast to the RV, and to be honest, even at home. I didn't mind the slight taint of diesel for the constant rumble of nearby semis. The sound of the traffic on the nearby highway was light, but ever present. A reminder of our continued journey.
As I stretched, I felt better; not as trapped. The world around me was just beginning to wake up. A slight mist lingered along the tree line, and everything was damp with dew. The RV was covered in droplets as they stubbornly refused to let gravity have its way. A small flock of birds took to the air, flying overhead on their own sojourn.
I started to walk toward the combo station, wondering what time Taco Bell started serving. Then above the electrical buzz of the lampposts and the diesel, I heard the distinct sounds of someone else up this early, rummaging around and opening and shutting doors. Curiosity got the better of me, and I edged over to the front of the RV to peer around the dew-laden RV grille.
Finding the source didn't take long. It looked like another traveler was getting ready to depart. I smiled when I recognized the man immediately. I had spoken to him just the night before. Lensman. No... Von Lensman, I corrected myself. Cedric Von Lensman, the Brit. He paused his preparations when he noticed me and returned my smile. We stood looking at each other over, in the pre-dawn light. Then, with a wave, he climbed into the cab, a beast of an RV that made my Uncle's look a toy. A man's cock next to a little boy's. I giggled at that thought. Only I could come up with that comparison.
I'm not going to lie, a part of me felt a bit sad, watching him leave. We had connected last night. So brief of a time. I wished I had gotten more time with him. He looked out the window at me as he started to pull away, and at that moment I wished I had something to give him, something to remember me by.
On impulse, I ran to the rear of our camper just as he was pulling past. I planted my feet, so that I was facing him, I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it up to my neck. I wasn't wearing a bra. I never felt the need, really. Even Lori was bigger than my 28 A's. The cool air and my giddy hormones had instantly hardened my nipples.
He stooped quickly, of course, looking shocked in the window. I stayed still, letting his wide eyes rake over my creamy white breasts, like two Japan style fluffy dumplings tipped with pink chocolate kisses. I smiled at him, and his expression widened into a hearty smile. He reached down, and picked up a small camera as he rolled down the window. He held it up, as if asking permission. I bit at my lip and gave him my best seductive smile and nodded.
I don't know how many pictures he took, but again our time was interrupted by a car pulling into the highway oasis from the other side. Just when I was thinking about dropping my shorts too. Maybe. Probably. But it didn't happen. I let my shirt fall, and Cedric Von Lensman reluctantly pulled out onto the highway entrance ramp.
I watched him go, happy that he had a piece of me to remind him of the sad girl at the truck stop that. I gave him one last half hearted wave, knowing he couldn't possibly see me anymore and turned to make my way to the convenience side of the store.
I opened the glass doors with an audible woosh of differing climes. It was like stepping inside another world. The quiet fresh air and comforting dim light of outside were instantly replaced by recycled air, bright fluorescent light, the smell of cleaning products, coffee and food grease. Probably from the Taco Bell that was attached. The door gong announced my presence to no one that I could see, like in a dystopian zombie movie. It creeped me out.
A yellow Caution: Wet Floor The floor tented sign had been placed near the door. The foot mat was missing and the floor was still shiny with wetness. I strode upon the balls of my feet toward the restrooms in back. Not nearly as easy as it sounds in flip-flops. Whether it was in deference for the recently cleaned floor, or just to be as quiet as I could, I wasn't sure. Wasn't that how you are supposed to walk on a wet floor? I hadn't really thought of it before that day.
I made it to the bathroom without seeing anyone, but when I went to push open the door, the door swung open in front of me, and I was suddenly confronted by a thick older woman holding a mop. The squeal we both made, echoed in unison as we jumped back in surprise. It quickly devolved into relieved laughter, as she greeted me with a "Good Morning." I returned the greeting as we passed by each other still chuckling.
Minutes later, I exited the bathroom, and began to browse. The station attendant was back behind the counter now, counting cigarette packages. She glanced my way with a nod and a smile. I waved, and continued looking around, first at the snacks and then the souvenir sectio. Should I buy something for Mom and Mark? I asked myself, picking up a glass with a golfball embedded into the glass. Silly.
Eventually I did find a Teddy Bear Beanie Baby in the shape of a bear that had a T-shirt that read 'I [heart] West Virginia' for Mom, and a keychain with Mark's name on it, shaped like Virginia. I also bought some cool looking postcards, a bag of cheeze puffs, a dozen Slim Jims and a huge can of Jolt cola. Eighteen whole ounces. The stuff that gave kids heart palpitations and gave adults nightmares. I took everything to the counter, sharing a smile with the attendant. "Find everything ok?" she asked as she started ringing me up.
"Huh?" I responded as I was fishing my crumpled money from the bottom of my shorts pocket. "Oh Yeah," I said as my brain caught up with my mouth. Everything's good." I eyed the different candy and knickknacks on the counter, adding a box of Snowcaps chocolate, four Snickers bars, the latest issue of Teen Beat and a mini flashlight keychain with a laser on the reverse side. "Oh and a phone card please. Hundred minutes."
"Thirty-four, seventeen." She quoted me, putting everything into 2 bags. I handed her two twenties, and stuck the phone card in the back pocket of my shorts.
With a "Have a nice day," I was out the door, back in the cool, fresh air of early morning. The sun, just cresting the horizon, painting the sky with a display of reds and gold. Just as I was getting to the RV, the door opened, and Aunt Shawna stepped down, followed by Lori, Michael and finally Carey.
"There you are, Cierra," my Aunt said. "Good morning," she said somewhat cheerfully. I liked that about her, her positivity even in the early morning. Lori and Carey shuffled slightly, looking anywhere but at me or each other. Michael yawned, and grunted as he passed me. My heart sunk a little, not knowing what their expressions meant.
"You're wearing my flip-flops," Lori pointed out.
"Oh yeah, I'm sorry," I looked at her sheepishly as I stepped out of them.
She watched my feet, instead of looking up at me. "Thanks," she mumbled and slipped them on. Carey looked dead tired, and for a moment I thought she might be still sleeping as she shuffled slightly, passing her weight from one foot to the other.
"Cierra," My Aunt called my attention. I looked up at her, my throat dry an unsure. I felt off. "Did you see your uncle when you were in the store?"
I breathed in relief. I felt my face tighten into the default smile, developed over my years. "No, Aunt Shawna. Maybe he was in the bathroom while I was getting my stuff," I offered with a slight shrug with the two plastic bags I was carrying.
"Oh probably," she agreed. "I just wish he'd waited for us. "You too Cierra, you are much too young to be going out by yourself in a place like this. No telling what kind of people there are in these trucks. Why, you could be snatched off your feet and off onto the highway in seconds."
"Mom," Lori breathed with a slight whine as she tugged on her shirt sleeve. "Bathroom?" She still didn't meet my eyes, and twisted her waist, squeezing her thighs.
"Yes, right. We're going." My Aunt really did like to talk. I fought myself from rolling my eyes. "Cierra, wait for us in the RV please. Girls, come along." She turned to lead my cousins, like leashed pets, toward the combination rest stop. I( watched them go for a moment, before climbing into the still warm, and stale RV.
I set my bags under the table, out of the way, and curled myself up on the corner of the couch seating that Mike used as a bed. His blanket and pillow still strewn from the night. I pulled the corner of his blanket over my bare knees. I dug out my novel from my bookbag, and was soon lost in the world of Gentle Rogue that Johanna Lindsey had crafted so beautifully. Yes, romance novels. A secret luxury of mine.
It seemed like only moments when I heard the door open and felt weight step onto the step. My attention was torn from Captain James Malloy and Georgina who had been posing as a cabin boy on his ship. I had ripped the racy cover off when I had bought it at home, and doodled on the cover page. My Mom never even questioned it, nor recognized one smut book from another. I tucked the book away back in my bookbag as Mike came into view.
"Hey," he said, looking ay me briefly.
I watched him as he looked down at his blankets. "Hey," I returned. Ever the strong conversationalist.
"That's my blanket," he mumbled. Really? That's all he had to say? Didn't matter I guess and I flipped the corner off my legs. He stood there a moment, like he was going to say something else, but then gathered his blanket and pillow, throwing them atop the overhead where we slept.
He turned to me then and opened his mouth, but quickly turned away when the RV door opened again letting Carey and Lori in, followed by my Aunt and Uncle. Mike sat across the aisle from me on one of the table benches.
"Quick breakfast today," my Uncle announced. "I want to be out of here within the half hour," he said as my Aunt brought 4 bowls and spoons to the table. Lori wedged into the seat opposite Mike and Carey sat beside her. Milk and a box of Fruity Pebbles were deposited in front of us. No one moved, or even looked at each other, and of course my Aunt and Uncle were oblivious.
Uncle Andrew, fresh brewed coffee, in hand, stepped outside to check the outside of the RV. Did he think someone jacked our tires in the middle of the night? Aunt Shawna took a yogurt from the fridge and headed to the back of the RV, to start pulling the sheets from the bed. I'd forgotten. Last night would be the last one in the camper. We'd arrive at my cousin's house sometime today, and suddenly I wasn't sure. Had I broken them?
After a minute of no one saying anything, Mike reached for the cereal. It broke the ice enough that his sisters followed suite. I drew up my knees and rested my chin there, my arms around my legs. I watched them eat. Particularly their eyes, and I began to understand as they refused to look directly at each other.
I was relieved. They weren't mad at me, or at least I hoped they weren't. This was embarrassment. Straight up, the walk of shame. I was pretty sure that they would get over it, in time. Needless to say, it was a pretty quiet morning. My Aunt and Uncle just took it to be that we were just tired of being stuck in the RV, and promised that in just a few short... SHORT? ...hours we would get home. Their home anyway.
By the time Uncle Andrew gets behind the wheel, Aunt Shawna brushes past with a plastic mug of, I am presuming hot tea, to sit in the passenger seat. Lori begins to collect the bowls, turning to me. "Aren't you going to eat?" She asks nervously.
I shake my head. The RV rumbles to life. "No, I'm not really hungry."
Lori had just put the plastic bowls in the sink, as her father starts pulling out into the parking lot and toward the highway. My Aunt puts on an oldies station playing 60s and 70s and Lori sits back down at the table. I take out my Teen Beat.
"Want to play cards?" I hear Mike ask Lori half-heartedly. She shook her head. Carey looked at them both, then at me. Of any of them, she seemed more confused, than embarrassed. After about 15 minutes of awkward silence, Corey crosses the aisle to sit and lean up against me. "Can I read with you?" she asks. I smile at her, and put my arm on her shoulder and move the magazine to be between us. Within another ten minutes, Lori moved tentatively to Carey's side, looking over her little sister's shoulder.
"Mike, can you hand me those bags under the table?" I point at the plastic bags that had been kicked to the back corner under the table. He reaches down to retrieve them, handing them to me. I rummage throw the bag, pulling out a handful of Slim Jims. "Anyone?" I offer. That got the smiles that I had hoped, and the rest of the trip turned out to be rather pleasant.
Carey, especially fell in love with Jolt, as we passed it along. I learned with horror, that Aunt Shawna limited caffeine. They weren't allowed pop, except at special occasions, or when visiting. As such, we shared the Jolt in secret. By the time we pulled off the highway into the small town where they lived, the Slim Jims, the Snow Caps, Snickers and half the bag of Cheeze Puffs were gone.
I watched out the window as my cousins point out different locations in Brawling's Greene Virginia, such as the skating rink, theater and the middle school. The town was a typical American main street type of town, typical of what you would see on TV. Hardware stores, thrift, gas station. Then we were through town, driving down a bumpy country road with huge leafy trees throwing their branches over the road. The sun made a strobe light between the branches as we bounced down the road.
At last, Uncle Andrew turned down a long dirt driveway. Carey was bouncing on her knees, telling me to look, as a large two-story white house. A long porch stretched along the front of the building. Cement steps sit off center from the porch, and lawn chairs sat empty, waiting. I looked around and the grass was nicely mown, and there was a bushy apple tree in the middle of the yard, and a large barn on the left of the house. Further out, there were fields and field of some crap. It wasn't corn. I could tell, but more than that. Well it was green and all in rows.
I was about to comment on the lawn and crops, when I noticed some guy on a riding lawn mower, come around from the back of the house. He had his shirt off in the afternoon sun. Seeing us, he stopped and waved. "Who is that?" I asked as the guy took his straw cowboy had off and wiped his arm across his forehead. He has light brown hair, cut short. I watched as he dismounted the mower, his strong six-pack abs stretching and ass tight in his jeans. He looked to be in his late 20's, maybe early 30's. I bit my lip, trying not to smile.
"That's Chet," Lori said. Carey was waving at the window as the RV pulled up to a stop in front of the house.
"We're home," announced Aunt Shawna, completely unnecessarily as she pushed open the passenger door. Carey was already outside, the door banging against the side of the RV. Mike wasn't far behind her.
"Carey! Watch the door!" Uncle Andrew yelled, as he stepped out into the hot sun.
Lori took my hand, pulling me to my feet. "Come on, I want to show you my room." I squeaked as I grabbed my bookbag and let her drag me from the RV.
"Ok, but first, you have to introduce me to Chet." I said as I jumped down onto the dusty ground.
She turned to look at me with confusion, then to Chet, who was getting a hug from Carey while talking to Uncle Andrew, then back to me. Comprehension hit, with her eyes going round, like her open mouth. "Ohhhhh. Cierra!" she hissed. "Cierra Bleu Franklin!"
Yes ok, Bleu was my middle name. And yes, I know how it sounds. Imagine how I had felt in middle school. A name like that. But it did lead to some interesting encounters, which I just may write about at some time. I'd asked my Mom once, why Bleu. She said she was high on epidermal and just thought that Cierra Bleu sounded pretty.
"He like OLD!" Lori kept right on going. "And besides, he's like married, and has a kid." She practically hung on my shoulder, trying to whisper-shout into my ear.
"So?" I said calmly. "I mean, look at him. He's hot," I told her. I took her hand and started marching over.
"Oh my God," she said, "You're actually..." She didn't get to finish as we were within earshot now. We both drew closer at the tail end of the conversation. Carey had climbed up onto the lower's seat, watching with that silly grin of hers.
"Not a problem, Andy," he had said. "I knew you would all be back today. Didn't want your lawn to look like an overgrown mullet." He smiled as he shook hands.
Uncle Andrew nodded. "Well, we owe you. Maybe you guys can come over for a barbeque next weekend?"
"We'd love to," Chet answered, and my Uncle turned to leave and he turned his attention back to Carey, whom he ruffled her hair. She laughed and pulled away with a "Hey."
"Glad to be home?" he asked, turning toward Lori. I watched his eyes flicker to me. Wonderful green eyes that started at my bare feet, and traveled up my legs to my eyes. "And who's this?" He smiled for me. I twirled a strand of hair in my fingers as I looked up at him, with a slight downward tilt of my face. I put all of my weight on one foot and let my off-knee bend ever so slightly. In other words, I was turning on everything I had, short of undoing his zipper or ripping my clothes off.
"This is our cousin Cierra," Lori stated as I looked into his deep green eyes. I could feel the pit of my ko-neko ache with need, my body responding to his sweaty, finely conditioned body with a familiar wetness. God, he even smelled delicious.
"She's really cool," added Carey from the mower seat, as she leaned over the steering wheel. I shot her an appreciative glance before returning to his eyes. I looked up at him now, a pouty smile that I am told is irresistible to most guys. I knew I had him as his eyes flickered down my body before coming bak to my eyes.
He held out his hand to me. "Nice to meet you Cierra. Staying long?"
I put my hand in his, cupping his fingers in my palm, not to simply shake it. He held his hand there for a moment before dropping his hand to his side nervously. "For the summer," I told him.
"Good, well I guess we will see you again then," he said backing up slightly. "Well, um, I better get home. "Be seeing you, erhm, yeah." He wiped his forward and set out.
Once he was beyond the house and out of sight, I turned to Lori and met her gaze. We both broke out in giggles and she hit her shoulder against mine, sending me off balance. "Hey," I intoned, indignance belayed by my laugh. Carey was laughing too, in her 'I don't get it, but I don't want to be left out" way. I shared a grin with her as I recovered my balance.
"Oh my God, I so don't even believe you did that!" laughed Lori. "It was like... SO impressive. I've never seen him get like that before."
"Like what? Chet?" Carey looked back at where the older man had retreated out beyond the house. "What happened?" Both Carey and Lori turned to me. I hate to say it, but I blushed.
"What?" I asked defensively. "I didn't do a darn thing," I smirked, my lips tight, trying not to grin.
"So much bullshit," she said not hiding her own grin. "Cierra practically had Chet eating out of her hand like it was all he could do to not jump her bones like right here."
Carey's eyes opened wide. She looked back again in the direction Chet had taken, before turning back to appraise me again. "Chet? You? Really?"
Lori was giggling again, and hung her weight on my arm. "Yep, and She is going to teach me exactly how she did it."
I looked at her, slightly surprised, but made no move to detangle myself. "I am?"
"You are," Lori agreed for me, her eyes dancing with mirth.
"I want to know too," said Carey rather fast, stretching one leg down off the mower as she slid from the seat.
"You can't," said Lori as she yanked my arm toward the house.
"Why not?" Carey whined.
"Because you're too young," Lori countered the classic big sister move. The ultimate Clam Jam. Poor kid.
"Am NOT!" she yelled.
"Are too," Lori was not afraid to devolve into that argument.
"Look," I said as I extracted my arm. "No more bickering, ok?" I sighed and bit at my lip. "I don't know if I can teach you guys anything. Mostly it just comes with practice. You get to kind of know what guys respond to. But sure. I guess I can try."
"Both of us?" Carey asked.
I folded my arms. "Yes, both of you."
Lori blew out air through her lips, in an exaggerated sigh. "Ok fine, but we need to make ourselves scarce for a while before..."
"Hey kids," yelled Aunt Shawna as she came out onto the porch. "Come help unload the RV." She started down the steps.
Lori groaned. "Ugh. Too late." All cheerfulness was forgotten in the light of forced labor. I followed my cousins determined to help the best I could.