Stranded Siblings

meoedipus

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This is real life incident about a bro-sis couple couple who get stranded on the highway. They are taken on gunpoint by some pervert robber who not only robs them but for the sake of some fun forces them to fuck each other. This leads to the couple getting their first taste and hang of incest. The robber leaves but the siblings keep on with their incestuous affair with numerous hot fuck sessions in different ways at different places.
Characters:

Tom (brother): 20 yr, 6’5”, blonde hair, handsome guy -> played by me
Sandra (sister) : 19 yr, 6’ (can be more described by Sandra herself) -> played by Sonali
Robber : Some pervert mind ;-). -> Role open
 
I will take the role of Robber, and general perverted player in this small game of sex, violence, incest and larsony.

Buckle your seat belts, because I guarantee you this will be a bumpy ride.
 
Tom and Sandra are two siblings living with there parents. Both have very good upbringing with moral values and ethics embedded solidly in them by their parents. Also due to orthodox parents none of them has given in to sex although they have had their share of girlfriends/boyfriends but only few. As siblings they share a very good rapport and are happy go lucky kind of beings. They are also quite bright students. Everything was going fine till Sandra got admission in her dream college in a far city. She had to pack and leave. As a matter of concern and love Tom decided to drive her to the other city. He was driving with a heavy heart when all of a sudden on the highway their car gave a few jerks…some smoke came out of the engine and then it stopped. Tom tried hard to start-it up again but all in vain. Now both bro & sis were stranded on the highway looking for some lift.
 
Sandra
A beautiful young lady who has had shares of boyfriends but nothing serious.
Now sh had got admission in her dream college and her brother was to drop her there safely as in the family she was still considered a kid.
They were about midway when there car broke and no matter how hard they tried they were left stranded there, both waiting for someone to give them a lift to the next town 80 miles from the place they were currently at and unfortunately they were near a millitary base so all mobiles were jammed and they were unable to call help
 
By the time he had gotten a good look at them both, he was already slowing down. They seemed so pretty together, like some matched pair of salt and pepper shakers. One look and he could tell they were related. Brother and sister maybe. They seemed close.

He hadn't seen their car but a mile or so back. These poor people were out all by their lonesome, stranded on the old devil's highway.

He drove an old beat up Ford truck. The tires were shot, it leaked oil, refused to start in the winter, and only did a few miles to the gallon, but it was his fucking truck. He loved this truck, even spent a few months living in it when times were rough.

Times weren't rough anymore though. He had himself a trailer, deep set in the desert hills, so he could not be disturbed.

"Well," He said, just the slightest hint of a southern accent. Maybe Texas, nice and friendly like. He shined them a smile of all teeth, dull unbrushed teeth.

"Don't you all look fit to be tied. Out here in the sun. Lucky I came along, you and that pretty little girl of yours would have been baking in the sun. Whoo wee it's a hot one today. Why don't you come on in? I could give you a ride somewhere."

His eyes never left the girl. The rode her like a second skin. He had been nice though, nice and friendly. Just like he practiced, not a hair out of place. He just had to get them in the car.

"Won't be someone around here for miles and miles... come on now, I'll help you on your way?"

He leaned across, opening the door for them.
 
I looked at this man.
He seemed to be a gentlemen and was speaking in a southern accent, maybe Texas but was friendly as he spoke, but somehow i felt uncomfortable as his eyes seemed to be glued on me and seemed to be checking me out. i had dated a few guys and knew when the guys had there stare fixed on you and are checking you out. It was more of tom doing the talking and i always trusted my brothers decision so i left the decesion of picking the ride from this man on him.
 
We had walked a long distance looking for some help but no use. It was pretty hot, our bodies sweating and I was really getting concerned for my sis as she was still a delicate being. Neither our phones were working. I encouraged Sandra to go a lil’ further when this worn out truck suddenly appeared from behind. The man on the steering looked at us and offered a lift. Somehow I didn’t like the way he was staring at my sister. But looking at her face and considering her poor condition I agreed after a lil’ hesitation. Still I had my arm wrapped around my sister as if to ensure her that everything is alright.
 
I look in my brothers eyes and face as i was a bit uncomfortable and he gently nodded his head and i gave him a look which meant are you sure we take a lift from this guy and he again nodded and then i quitely asked well who steps in first?
 
I found an expression of concern in my sis’ eyes as she asked me who steps first. In a n effort to assure myself that this man couldn’t do any mischief I held her hand and stepped in first in the car signaling her to follow me.
 
as my brother stepped inside the vehicle i was sure he feels the guy is ok and i put my luggage in the pick up truck and sat next to my brother on the seat and closed the door.

(I forgot to describe my clothes- I was wearing a blue figure hugging jeans and a white thin cotton tank top from which my black bra straps were peeking out which i readjusted when i saw the men's stare on me)
 
"Well there you go. No need to be shy around here. Name's Sam. There you go."

He had big calloused hands on the wheel, bringing one out to shake with them. When he had them in his grip, it was strong, but not forceful. Nice and friendly for any Texan.

He popped the truck back into drive, it groaned for a moment before pulling out into the highway again. A long line of dust and dirt fell in their wake as they drove off.

"This has got to be the worst place to break down you now? Hundreds of miles between towns and stations, and hardly anyone ever drives them anymore. Not even the truck drivers, they stick mostly to the highway. Yessir. You two are lucky I came along. Otherwise, you'd be shit out of luck."

He laughed, a good deep beating laugh, hitting his shin while he did it. He was tall, but lanky, he looked like some weird stick figure placed together in order to walk and move around. Faded jeans that looked like they hadn't been washed in years, and some shirt with writing on it, long since faded hung on him like limp drapes.

He wore a hat, covering most of his greasy hair. Not all of it though, some mullet of long curls came out the back. It looked either a dirty brown or an even dirtier blonde.

He rolled down his window, coughed up a huge ball of phlegm and spit it out onto the road.

"Here we go," He turned off the road onto a long dirt driveway. There seemed to be no end. He drove along it for another two miles, before it came to rest in the middle of the desert, one sad run down trailer lay in the middle of a pile of old refriderators, half built cars, and a couple of couches.

"Home sweet home. I've got this whole place to myself. No nosy neighbors, nothing to worry about but an occasional coyot. Why you guys seem tired, thirsty, wanna come in for some sweet lemonade? Made it myself this morning."
 
Earlier i did not know the route but as we reached this place i was really afraid and sensed danger.
I asked him in a low voice
"Thankyou sir but we would like to go to the next ton where we could get some transport"
But he seemed to have some other ideas and my brother it seemed had slowly started to get friendly with him and as he thought there was no harm in a glass of lemonade!
 
This man appeared to be a help in disguise for us. Otherwise I was wondering where could have we landed in this deserted place. He seemed to be a bit rough and maybe slightly ill-mannered but then this is the way of their life. I could understand that he hardships these poor people have to face in their daily lives manipulate their general behavior but still there is something called basic nature that doesn’t change. And the way this person was willing to help us indicated that basically he was a good natured person. He appeared to be quite friendly. Even the car this person was driving seemed too uncomfortable to handle. While talking to him I felt that we people leading a comfortable life really makes us so sophisticated. I wished we should also spend some part of our life like this to be rough and tough. Anyway, we traveled a long distance. Since the beginning I could feel that we were quite thirsty. Probably continuous sweating had reduced the liquid levels in our bodies. I was afraid of my delicate sister might not get dehydrated. And then all off a sudden this junkyard looking place appeared like a blessing in disguise. And then when I came to know that this was his living place I again felt so pity for him. However when he offered some fresh lemonade I really couldn’t refuse as I was not sure how far we are going to travel before hitting the main highway. Although she refused first I looked towards my sister and nodded in affirmative as if saying this is OK.
 
I looked in disbelief as how easily my brother was trusting this stranger and what if the drink is laced with something?
 
"Ha ha, there you go," He patted the guy on the back, a few good whallops, as Sam took out the keys and went inside. He hadn't locked the placed, hadn't felt the need to lock it in years. Who came out here, honestly? Just him and a few rattlers, that's all.

And an occasional person stranded along the roadside, of course.

He emerged from the trailed with a small pitched of lemonaide. It looked cold enough, all be it made from water sugar and some weird kool aid packet of so called "natural" lemonaide.

With some ice no one could tell the difference though. He poured them each a glass, looking out over the horizon.

"Damn if this ain't just beautiful, you know? Hot and sweaty, yeah...." He just drank straight from the pitcher. His chapped lips and curled tongue digging in to chew on an ice cube.

"So, is that your sister then?" He asked, once more giving her a couple of good looks, "Don't know if I could handle having a sister like that. I'd be all over her."

He laughed once more, dark and inviting.

"You ain't never tried to do anything with her, have you? Had some fun late at night when the parents go to bed? Slip into her room, touch her?"

He wondered what that would be like.

"She sure does look good."
 
As the stranger emerged from his makeshift type place with some lemonaide I couldn’t avoid licking my lips. I myself was feeling very thirsty. As he forwarded two glasses to me I handed over one to Sandra and took other myself. In few big gulps I emptied the glass in my stomach. As I felt some relief from my thirst I heard him saying “"So, is that your sister then?" He asked. And then my sister a couple of lecherous looks he commented, "Don't know if I could handle having a sister like that. I'd be all over her." I was furious…all his goodwill evaporated in a moment. And then his next statement entered my ears like hot lava” "You ain't never tried to do anything with her, have you? Had some fun late at night when the parents go to bed? Slip into her room, touch her?" Now this was not tolerable and utter filth. “You bastard…” I moved ahead and tried to grab his collar intending to punch hard his jaw but suddenly I felt my head spinning…things going blur and my body losing strength at each passing moment. Before I could even reach him sudden darkness enveloped my vision as I fell down on the ground with a thud.
 
I was shocked as this man said all these disgusting words and my brother stood up, but i got a bigger shock when he fell down in a heap on the floor.
I panicked what had happened to him.
He was still breathing that meant he was alive, finally i looked at the guy and yelled what the hell have you done to him? what was mixed in that stuff?
 
"Funny, shouldn't have worked that fast," He took out the small pharmacy bottle, shaking it. The pills inside rattled with a centered stillness that made him think of the artic tundra. He checked the side.

"Maybe I shouldn't have used so many."

He shrugged his shoulders, kneeling down to where the man now slept peacefully. The glass of lemonaide had shattered on the ground, ice cubes melting in this horrid heat. He grabbed for the back pocket, revealing a wallet.

"Well, come on girly... looks like it's just you and me now. We gotta get your brother some help, otherwise he might just end up dead."

He pulled the gun from behind him, placing it against her brother's head.

"You try to run away, call for help, or fight me then I'm going to splatter little brother's brains all over this desert, you understand? This will be nice and simple, you two just do as I say and in a couple of hours this will all be over."

He smiled, looking inside. Some 83 dollars in cash, checks, credit cards. Why, look if he didn't just hit the fucking jackpot? How fun is that. He slipped the wallet into his own back pocket and put one arm around the brother.

"Come on, girly girl. Get over here and help. We'll drag him to that couch over there. Then you and me get to have some fun."
 
OOC:
Dear...sorry but normally I am out on weekends. So won't be able to post for a couple of days.
 
I was really scared now, either i ran off risking my brothers life and then put my own too as i did not think i would be able to run too far from this man or stay there and let him have his way with me and save both our lives.
i was really scared but i really had no options and chose the later as the only possible way out!
 
"That's a good girl," The inside of his trailer matched the outside pretty well. Old cartons of fast food and tv dinners were piled up in discrete corners of the house. Laundry lay about the floor, a trail of ants went in and out from part of the wall that had broken down, apparently carrying some molding leftover that he hadn't quite gulped down. Two couches on the far side faced a television that look stolen.


He pulled down brother's limp body to lay on the couch. On one of the table stands were a set of handcuffs. He cuffed brother's arms to a nice sturdy pole above his head. Nice and helpless, ain't that pretty.

Then, he sat back next to brother, watching little sis work out in her poor helpless head just how fucked she was. A smile crept into his face, as he adjusted his pants.

"Now, here we are, two friendly guys, sharing some lemonade, having a good time. And there's this cute little muffin of a sister. Mmmm, well, I got the money and credit cards from him. But what about you? Haven't gotten anything from you yet."

He leaned over, his hand running down her curved hip.

"Why don't you get out of those dirty clothes? Hmm, get a little more comfortable for me?"

He pulled out the gun... eyes wandering all over.

"Come on now, girly girl. Don't be shy."
 
I was crying and tried to beg him to let us go ut i knew very well that there was no escape so after some time i undid my top and jeans and stood before this stranger of a man in just my bra and panties tryingg to hide my modesty by putting my hand on my private parts trying to block his view, but i knew i was failing at it
 
"Ain't your sis looking fine?" he asked, putting his arm around the unconscious man. A shame the poor guy has to be knocked out. She was putting one one hell of a show.

Sam shook his head, "Come on then. I said all of it. Don't want to tease a guy like me... why, no telling what I might do."

So shy, tears streaming down her face, as pale hands hid her supple figure, keeping the best parts away from his prying hands.

"You're a virgin aren't you? Ain't no one seen you like this before I bet. Your first time, shouldn't it be with someone you love and care about, like your brother here? Don't worry, he'll make sure nothing happens to you."

He was getting wicked ideas in his head, thoughts and plans mulling over.

"Come on little virgin, do your brother proud. Dance for me... maybe I'll let you go."
 
I was shocked but i ask "Will you let us go safely if i dance in front of you, do you promise?"
you simply kept quite and i thought i saw you nodding your head and i started to dance slowly swirling my body and hips a bit, tears were filled in my eyes as i knew the state of nakedness i was in, but still i thought if a dance could get both of us out of this mess why not?"
 
"Yes just like that, but closer. It does me no good a pretty little thing over there all by yourself."

He guided her over to where he sat, where her brother lay only a few feet away. Her hips moving back and forth, nearly hypnotic. His hands went to her hips, helping her ease out of those uncomfortable panties.

"There you go," he said, smiling, as he helped her grind against him, "Yes... baby girl. That's how you dance."

He felt himself growing hard, her bare ass diging into his crotch, getting him nice and stiff for her. He knew she felt it, could feel her pull away, but held her close.

"Now, now... I was promised a dance. You want to stop, fine... then you two can just stay here for a nice long time. Keep dancing, sis, keep wiggling right in front of me."
 
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