In the late fifties Dad’s company relocated us to Connecticut. However, Mom was really close to her family, so once or twice a month… Dad, Mom, Sis and I, would make the 3 hour ride to Massachusetts to visit our Grandparents… or Mom’s sister for the week-end.
On the designated Friday, Dad would come home from work early so we could get to Nana’s by early evening. Sundays, on the other hand, we would stay as late as possible, so we didn’t usually leave till eight or nine o’clock at night.
On the way back home it didn’t take long for the weekend's activities to catch up to Mom. The late night penny ante poker games would have her asleep in the front seat within thirty minutes of leaving. Next to me, in the back seat of the ole Rambler Station Wagon, my kid sister would nod off shortly after Mom while Dad listened to the ball game on the radio.
As sisters often do… she kept her distance. She would park herself at the far right side of the seat, curling up with the thin blanket that was kept in the car for just such trips. As she fell asleep, she would curl up into a fetal position. Her back to the back of the seat, facing forward.
While pretending to be asleep… I was carefully listening to my sisters breathing. Usually insight of fifteen minutes or so she was in a deep sleep. Time for me to make my move.
Under the blanket, I slowly slid my hand up her smooth youthful leg. Over her thigh and onward to the mound between her thin legs. Once between her legs, I massaged her cunt through the thin cotton shorts. After a few minutes she stirred and reposition herself. Stretching her legs out, allowing me better access to her private spot. Ever so gently I would slip my fingers under the leg band of her loose shorts and cotton panties. In moments I was there… moving across her hairless pussy and sliding my index finger up and down her slit, feeling her little nub harden with every stoke.
Minutes later her pussy was wet. Finder her small hole I slipped my finger into her warm slippery juice. She murmured quietly and shifted some more… better access still. As my finger began a steady repetitive motion in and out of her virginal cunt my cock strained against my jockeys. I rubbed my dick through my jeans for temporary relief, but I knew that I’d soon cum in my shorts.
Patty’s pussy was eagerly meeting my thrusting digit with increasing rhythm. At times I believed that she was feigning sleep and enjoying this invasion as much as I was. For my Dad’s benefit, I yawned and leaned right to lay aside my sisters slight body. Sliding my right arm behind her back, I encircled her girlish frame, and placed my right hand over her puffy right tit. It was so soft and sponge like. Massaging the conical tit through the thin fabric of her tee-shirt, I could feel her braless hard nipple as I flicked it between my fingers. She wiggled again… making access to her girlish boobs easier still. Is she really asleep I thought again.
With my left hand still pumping at her sopping cunt I nuzzled my head under the blanket. With my nose I pushed her tee-shirt up and above her soft boobs and sucked at the puffy left tit. I inhaled the entire breast into my mouth while lapping at the rock hard nipple. She whimper ever so quietly as her breathing increased and her body shuttered for a few moments. I sure hope Dad was engrossed in the ball game.
I returned my attention to her leaking pussy, while sucking and massaging her sponge-like tits. I inserted a second… and then a third finger into her tight, hot, sopping wet cunt. As she was small I didn’t get in very far. She immediately spread her legs wide and then I felt her hand atop mine pushing me rhythmically further into her cunt. I looked at her face… with her nostrils flared wide, she still appeared to be asleep. I continued to pump her pussy as hard as I dare without waking her. I returned to sucking that delightful hard nipple and puffy tit.
“Bottom of the sixth with the bases load…” I heard from the front seat. Dad was not paying attention to anything except the game and Mom was still out like a light.
Before I knew it my fingers were up to their knuckles while Patty fucked my digits into her steaming cunt. Her hips meeting every thrust of my wrist as I pumped into her pussy. She gasped once again as her tiny frame rocked. I knew she was having her orgasm. Not her first mind you. I’ve done this before… while she slept. Moments later I filled my jockey’ s with my own hot cum. Not a problem… I keep a small rag under the seat for just such events, but I’d have to rinse my shorts before putting them into the laundry at home. We don’t want Mom suspecting anything.
After cleaning my mess I straightened Patty’s clothes and pushed away from her. Sitting up, once again feigned a yawn for Dad’s benefit, and asked if we were there yet.
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