Title: Cierra's Diary: Summer Magic - Chapter Two

Author: Neko Niece

Keywords: m(16) f(14) f(13) g(11), Solo-Mast, Slow-Build, Implied
Incest, Voyeur

Summary: Cierra continues her journey in her cousin's RV.  Feelings of
secual attractions frustrations begin to build to new heights.

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A Tale from Cierra's Diary

Summer Magic 
Chapter Two


   I awoke the next morning to the sudden rumble of a semi-trailer as it
traversed from idle to a full on roar.  The driver took delight in revving
his engine in the pre-dawn light.  Masochist, I thought sternly.  I was on
my stomach, propping myself up on an elbow to look out the small curtained
window as the semi pulled out, gaining speed to match the non-existent
traffic on the the highway.

   I collapsed back on my pillow, causing the RV to tremble slightly.  It
was quiet, still and stuffy in the RV.  It seemed that I was the only one
to be awakened by the ass with the trucker's cap and a obscene desire to
make noise at an ungodly hour.

   Someone's arm, Lori's I concluded, was over my shoulder and both of
Carey's legs were somehow entangled with my own.  It wasn't the first time
I had slept with someone.  Far be it from that.  But I thought this had to
be one of the most intimate non-sexual positions I could find myself in. 
With the small space of the bed, you couldn't help but be close.

   Besides, I decided, it felt nice to be crowded.  It probably wouldn't be
fun if I had to do it everyday for a long time, but the feeling was new. 
And there was a certain eroticness in the familiarity that I was having a
difficult time squashing.

   Even though I felt wide awake after being so annoyingly awakened, I must
have drifted in and out of sleep because the next thing I remember was the
rocking of the RV as my Aunt and Uncle stepped outside.  The door clicked
shut almost gently in contrast to the jouncing around.

   Somehow, I rolled myself over on my side, trying to decide if I wanted
to get up.  I truly didn't want to, but I did have to pee really bad. 
Seriously.  It was just shy of being painful.

   I was facing Carey's direction as she stretched in her sleep.  Her knees
curled after the stretch.  Unfortunately, her knee found itself embedded
deeply in my bladder.  I would have moved, but the other knee was lower,
pressing intently on my crotch, and that feeling rather over rode my need
to go to the bathroom.

   I watched Carey's face, but she was definitely sleeping, so it was just
a coincidence.  I was surprised that I slightly let down, but I was glad
too, because I didn't want to make trouble for anyone.

   I did push her one knee down so that it wasn't pressing at my bladder,
but the other, I left cradled and wedged where it was.  I am embarrassed to
admit that I pushed down with my hips just ever so slightly, enjoying the
sensation.

   But it wasn't to last as Mike began an incoherant grumbling about having
to get up.  Less careful, his own exit from the RV was more disruptive than
his parents.  Finally, he stumbled outside and the door banged shut behind
him.

   Carey groaned and rolled onto her back, and Lori by this time was
sitting up, yawning.  I took this as my cue, and with a sleepy sounding
"morning" I managed to crawl my way around Lori and climb down from the bed
without breaking my neck.

   All things aside...  I still had to PEE!

   I nodded to my Aunt as I practically danced my way toward the restrooms,
from which she was returning.  She had given me an odd look and I knew it
must have been the way I looked.  At the time, I didn't care.  Not if I
didn't want to be leaving a sopping trail.

   I had paused only to slip on my ratty sneakers.  My hair, nightshirt,
everything remain untouched and tangled.  It wasn't something most people
didn't see often enough anyway.  It's not like my nightshirt was the latest
in sexy.  It covered the right spots and that's all I was concerned about
at the time.

   It wasn't long before before I was sitting in the drafty stall.  Three
of those paper toilet seat covers separated my read end from the plastic
seat.  With my panties bunched at my knees, I sighed in content as I was
finally able to unload with a satisfying torrent.

   As I sat there giddy in the feeling of being goriously empty, my earlier
arousal began to return to smack me.  I figured what the hell.  It wasn't
like I was going to get much of a chance to be alone anyway, after that.

   Kicking off my panties I flung them over the hook on the stall door and
leaned back as comfortably as I was able to with the metal plumbing
sticking in my back.  After wiping myself, my hands quickly returned with
practiced ease.  Again I noted to myself that I really needed to find an
opportunity to shave.

   Both hand rubbed deliciously hard down my inner thigh, following my
outer valleys to either side of my labia.  I squeezed my thighs, trapping
my forearms, feeling the muscles around my privates stretch.  Releasing my
impromptu obstruction, I used a hand to cup the fullness of my labia,
squeezing gently as my other hand traveled up under my nightshirt to
massage my breast.

   The wetness I felt had nothing to do with urinating and everything to do
with arousal and desire to have something fill the growing firey void. 
Knowing that I didn't have the longest time in the world, I didn't tease
myself as I normally would have.  Instead I ran my finger along the breadth
of my clitoris, snaking its way down and inside.  My tightness
involuntarily gripped at the finger's intrusion, sending shivers of delight
throughout my body.

   My thumb and forefinger twisted at my puckered nipple, twisting and
pulling it slightly, adding its own ripples to the growing storm.  My
breathing was becoming heavy as the pad of my palm slid across my clitoris
with every up and down stroke of my finger.

   That was when I heard Mike calling my name.  "What?" I yelled out.  My
head still swimming in pre-orgasmic intensity.  My fingers did not stop,
even when he called out again from outside the bathroom.

   "Are you ok?" he asked.  His voice never seemed so sexy to me as it did
at that time.  "I heard you groan."

   "Just...  tired," I told him.  My body was shaking in its need to
orgasm. I mashed my breast into my chest and rolled my eyes.

   "Yeah, all right," he said.  "Do you want me to wait for you?  We
could...  uh...  walk back together?"

   No, come in here and fuck me, I almost said.  "No," I managed.  There
was silence.  It was surreal that I was having a conversation with Mike as
I was getting myself off.  "Mike?"

   "Yeah?" he asked.

   I bit my lip.  No.  It would get both of us in trouble I decided. 
"Never mind...  See you back at the RV." I couldn't quite keep the quiver
out of my voice.

   "OK," he said after a moment, and I heard his footsteps receed.  I
closed my eyes as I imagined what could have happened had I lured him in.
No longer just my finger, but it was Mike's penis thrusting inside me and
it was his mouth that had set upon my breast.

   With a final shudder I hit that familiar plateau and another fraction of
a moment later I was crashing.  The air seemed to solidify and colors took
on texture as every nerve ending in my body exploded into euphoric ecstasy.


   I was still sitting there panting, trying to regather my wits when I
heard Lori and Carey walking up, talking animatedly to each other.  Their
sneakers abnormally loud on the crumbling concrete path.  I shot a quick
oath against morning people as I wiped again and grabbed my panties.

   By the time I was done and exiting the stall, they had come in.  "Hey,"
Lori said.  "You rushed out so quick, you didn't take your clothes.  So we
grabbed some stuff for you along with your toothbrush."

   "Thanks," I smiled genuinely grateful.  I washed my hands thoroughly. 
This was going to be a rough three weeks if I couldn't find private time to
myself every once in a while.

   "I picked out your clothes," Carey announced.  The perpetual grin still
plastered on her face.

   "I'm sure their fine," I assured her as I took the bundle from Lori.  "I
appreciate it."

   I gladly ran the toothbrush through my cottony mouth, the taste of mint
permeating my senses until I couldn't stand it any more.  I spit into the
sink and rinsed my mouth by cupping my hand under the running faucet.

   Looking over, I saw Lori with her head buried in the sink, two sinks
down.  She was letting the faucet sluice hot water over her hair.  She
looked up at me through the side and grinned.  "When you travel in that
home-sicle," she said as she reached for the bottle of Pantene, "You learn
to take what you can get."

   I laughed.  It wasn't the first time I had seen someone do it.  In a
washroom in the middle of no where, yes.  Ok, it had surprised me.  I admit
it.  But it made sense.  "Need a hand?" I asked coming up to her and taking
the bottle from her.

   "Yeah," she said, dripping wet with her hair over the top of her head.
"Thanks!"

   "No problem," I said as I squeezed out a generous amount of the gelly
shampoo into my hand.  I set the bottle down and loosely rubbed my palms
together to get about the same amount on either side before reaching down
to start massaging a good lather into her clingy hair.

   I was midway through doing her hair as we chatted away at our favorite
subject - boys - when a bit of movement caught my eye and I happened to
glance up into the mirror.

   Butt.  Someone's small, bare butt winked at me from one of the partially
closed stalls.  She was bent over at the waist to strip off her panties.  I
couldn't help but stare as she untangled her panties from her feet.

   The unexpected shock caused me to momentarily stop scrubbing Lori's
hair. "What's wrong," she asked, trying to peek up at me and still keep her
hair un the sink.

   Her voice managed to bring me out of my near catatonic state, and I
quickly resumed the scrub down with a hasty explanation.  "Thought I saw a
spider," I croaked.  Which of course, earned me a laugh.  I already knew
that Lori was not at all afraid of our little arachnid friends.  On the
contrary, she thought the little fang filled, venom dripping, obelisk-eyed
monsters were...  well, CUTE!

   In the meantime, my eyes were still glued to the mirror.  With the flash
of sandy brown hair as the girl stood, my suspiscion was confirmed.  Carey.
I should have yelled to her to shut the stall door as she changed, but for
some reason, I couldn't.  My eyes were drawn to her tiny frame like yelling
'Free Beer' at a Red Neck Convention.

   She stood completely nude except for the pink and blue flip flops she
wore on her feet.  I couldn't help but watch as she turned half toward the
door.  She held another pair of panties.  They were white with lavender and
yellow flowers on them.  The waistband was a matching shade of lavender.  I
only saw for a moment as she turned for the better light, but the sight is
forever etched in my mind.

   I have seen other women and girls down there before and it never had any
real effect on me before.  Perhaps it was the dreams, or the close
proximities.  Perhaps it was just my body screaming out that it wanted sex
no matter who it was with.  Perhaps it was a combination of things, or
perhaps it was none.

   All I can tell you is that i think my heart stopped beating when I saw
her ko-neko that first time.  Yes...  That's what I call it.  I like
neither the crude and vulgar, nor the stale overused or even the sterile
clinical terms that are put forth with the expectation that everyone will
be happy.  So yeah.  I made my own.  Don't like it.  Tough.  It's my
memory. I get to use the words I want to use.

   Now, getting back to what was important.  As I said, I only saw it for a
moment, outlined in the unflattering light of half a florescent light
fixture.  The smooth skin, soft and pale.  Like how mine used to be, and
how I tried to make it again with limited success with a razor.  It looked
so perfect the way it was.  Pristine and innocent.  My fingers faltered on
Lori's scalp again.  My heart tugged at my tummy, and further below.

   I knew my time was running out, and I tried keeping an eye on Carey,
even as I turned on the faucet to rinse Lori's hair.  My hands trembled as
I ran clear warm water over her head, as I watched Carey's bend down with
one hand balancing her weight against the wall as she snagged her foot
through the leg hole of her panties.  Then the same with the other, pulling
them up her slim legs to finally cover her small rear end, inching her
fingers under the leg lines to comfortably situate the fabric over her
cheeks.

   I honestly wasn't sure how I managed to stall long enough, but by the
time Lori picked her head up out of the sink, Carey was completely dressed
in shorts and a "2 cute 4 U" blue Tshirt and was exiting the stall.

   She announced she was headed back to the RV, and we let her go.  I was
feeling a bit fatigued and I guess it showed, because Lori asked if I was
all right.  I nodded and said I was.

   After repeated offers to wash my hair for me as she pulled on a pair of
jeans under her nightshirt, she finally gave up and went back to the RV.  I
was left with a pile of clothes, thoughts that I shouldn't be having and an
itch that just would not go away.

   It took me a while to wind down as I sat there on the plastic faux
granite of the multi basin sink.  With my hands planted on the edge of the
cupboard, I swung my feet lazily trying not to think of anything but
managing only to think about my ex-boyfriend.

   With an indignant sigh, I pushed myself from the sink and landed on my
feet.  My sneakers making a right smart THWAP as the loose rubber met the
cement floor.  I thought I had better get dressed before another search
party was formed.  So I grabbed my clothes and went into the same stall
that Carey had occupied.  I tried not to think about it as I double checked
the lock to make sure it was bolted securely.

   I wedged my clothes on top of the double roll toilet paper dispenser,
right between the cigarette scorch marks and the scratched out phone number
undoubtedly written by some lonely guy in a plea for someone to call him to
play with his ten inch dick.  Yeah.  Right.  Like that would ever work. 
Even if it did, she was sure to die laughing at the size discrepancy.  Or
die period if he was some lunatic.  I mean, who in their right mind would
write these things on toilet walls anyway?

   I stripped off my nightshirt, pulling it over my head, pulling my hair
over my face as I bent over slightly.  I hung the shirt on the peg on the
door and shook my head while running my hands through my hair in an attempt
to root out the snarls before they dug in.  I wasn't to the point yet where
I actually needed a shower, but I would have liked one anyway.

   Next I rolled my panties off my hips and spread my thighs a bit so that
they dropped to my ankles from gravity.  I stepped out of them, leaving
them on the floor for the time being as I unfolded my clothes to see what
Carey had brought for me.

   I took a quick inventory.  Socks, two.  Bra.  My Spongebob hipster
panties.  They were cute but sexy as hell.  I chuckled as I wondered what
she had thought of them, then decided she probably hadn't thought anything
about them.  She's just an innocent kid, I reminded myself as I stepped
into the panties, positioning myself into them.  Not at all like I was.  I
smiled.

   Denim shorts and my black Lord of the Rings Tshirt topped off the
outfit, and soon I was completely dressed.  Rolling the previous day's
panties into my nightsirt, I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and
headed out the door.

   By the time I got back to the RV, breakfast was being served.  My aunt
had used the inside stove to scramble eggs.  Immediately upon my return I
was handed a plastic plateful of eggs, microwaved sausage and a large blue
plastic cup full of orange juice.  I tossed my nightshirt to my open pack
in the corner and gladly took the food as I was pretty damn hungry.

   While my aunt and uncle elected to eat outside where it was cooler, us
kids stayed inside.  Then again, if the adults stayed in, then we would
have been the ones to go outside, probably sitting on the hot pavement as
opposed to the folding canvas lawn chairs.  It's just the way it was, is
and always will be I think.

   So me, Lori and Carey sat talking at the table that had only a short
time ago, been a bed.  We giggled together, planning out our summer
together as we ate.  Mike sat in the corner of the couch he had slept on
the previous night.  He was quieter than usual and several times I caught
him staring openly at me.

   I didn't mind though, honestly I enjoyed the attention and every time I
caught him looking, our eyes would meet and I would smile.  Especially
since he had been the star of my latest fantasy.

   He would of course, blush and look away, pretending pretty uselessly
that his only interest was for his half eaten plate of eggs.  From what
I've seen of Mike's eating habits was that food disappears without even
touching his plate.

   It was an incredible feat.  You could literally get your food before he
does, yet somehow by the time you sit down and pick up your fork, he was
already done.  Usually he was midway to helping himself to seconds.  Yet
today, he'd barely eaten anything.

   I wasn't the only one to notice, as Lori suddenly leaned over the table
and whispered probably a little too loudly that she thought Mike liked me.
It was my turn to blush as both Lori and Carey broke out in abject
laughter. Carey was quick with the chime in with the gradeschool rhyme
"Cierra and Mikey sittin in a tree..."

   By the time Carey had reached "G" Mike had angrily shoved his plate into
the sink and was out the door.

   Carey had a smug look on her face though Lori looked a tad bit worried
even through her laughter.

   I heard my uncle ask where Mike was going, and the reply that came back
was "Away from here."

   "He'll be back," Carey said confidently and picked up a sausage and
stuffed it into her mouth in total unconcern.

   True to her prediction, Mike was back after about 20 minutes.  He had
reclaimed his seat and did his best to look sullen.  I felt bad for poor
Mike.  There just isn't a whole lot of places you can walk to in a rest
stop off the highway, I thought to myself.

   Ten minutes after that, we were on the road again, though Mike remained
quiet and mostly unresponsive.  He actually stayed in his foul mood
throughout the entire day which of course affected everyone else.

   For all that was different between us, the trip was the same as the
previous day.  I soon found myself being lulled to sleep, taking up the
whole cushion by the table.  With my feet dangling over the edge of the
seat and my arms folded across my belly, I fell into a fitful sleep.

   So passed the day, and long into the evening.  There had been some
talking, a bit of cards as well as the board game Trouble.  Mostly there
was just a whole lot of staring out the window in unmerciless boredom.

   When we finally did stop, it was at another rest area.  One, apparently
that they had stopped off at before.  Uncle Adrew announced that providing
they get an early enough start the next morning, they would be home late
tomorrow night.  One more day is all I...  we had to suffer.

   "Dad, is there enough time for a shower yet?" Lori asked longingly.

   Shower?  My ears perked at the sound of that.  I knew they had a small
limited shower in the RV, but it was only to be used for emergencies.  That
was one of the first things they'd told her, early on in the trip.

   It was my Aunt Shawna that answered the question.  "As long as the three
of you stay together and don't leave the showers until you're all ready."

   Ah, ok.  The rest stop had showers.  It sounded a bit creepy to me.  Ok,
alot creepy.  I remembered the previous night all too well, and how freaked
out we'd gotten.  But their enthusiasm as Lori searched out towels and
Carey grabbed the shampoo and soap began rubbing off on me and I too joined
in the mayhem of gettin my nightshirt and grabbing my razor and Satin Care
gel.

   I wasn't sure how the showers would be.  I hoped they'd be separate
stalls like at the camping grounds my mom and I always stayed at.  If it
was communal showers, it was going to be a bitch explaining why I shave my
ko-neko.  Yet, it was best to have it handy just in case I got a chance to
use it.

   It didn't take us long to pile from the RV and to my surprise and to the
credit of the rest stop owners or caretakers or whatever, it wasn't at all
creepy.  The parking area was well lit and inviting.

   As I looked around for my first time, I was surprised to see a Shell gas
station with a combo Taco Bell/KFC built into the same large building. 
Semi-Trucks were parked in rows along the back, all with their idle
running, trailing puffs of carbon.  It was darker where the trucks were
parked, but there wasn't any reason to go back there anyway, she reasoned.
There were more than a few other campers and RVs in the area where we were
parked at and the general busyness comforted me.  An elderly couple waved
to us from a plastic table as we walked by.  There were four other tables
on the small stretch of grass in front of the building, most of them being
used.

   "Come on you guys, hurry up!" Carey had run ahead and yelled back at us
as she pulled open the glass door.  She looked up at the automatic chime
and wrinkled her nose in amusement.

   When we stepped inside, the smell of fried chicken, refried beans and
cheese mixed with the slight odor of old gasoline enveloped me.  My stomach
rumbled, reminding me that it had been long hours since the bowl of nuked
ravioli earlier in the day.  I dug in my pocket and pulled out the small
wad of cash I had brought with me.  "Hey you guys want something?  I'd kill
for a taco."

   "Oh I want one!" Carey begged as her eyes lit up.

   "I don't know," Lori said a little reserved.  "Mom and Dad think were
just getting a shower.  They'll probably have dinner waiting for us."

   "Please," pestered Carey as she looked up at me with a face I honestly
couldn't say no to if I tried.

   I turned to Lori.  "We won't eat much.  Just a snack.  It won't hurt
anything." I grinned at her, urging her into the secret.

   "All right," she agreed, returning my smile.

   "Great!  Tacos ok for you guys?" I had asked.

   "With hot sauce and cinimon sticks!" Carey exclaimed.

   "Sounds ok to me," Lori had said.  "You sure you can afford it?"

   "Yeah," I nodded.  "Babysitting really pays off." I almost said
something about the large birthday gift my other uncle had given to me
privately, but thought better of it.  I did chuckle to myself in amusement.


   "I wish I got paid to babysit," Lori said with a pained look at Corey
who returned her look with a scowl.

   I laughed.  "You guys grab a seat and I'll get the food."

   They nodded and went to sit down.  I ordered the 10 taco meal deal. 
Supreme of course as there is no other way.  I added two extra drinks and
cinamon twists.  All total it cost me just short of twenty dollars, but it
was ok to me.  I had fun treating my cousins and acting like a big spender.
It was just too bad Mike was still being a closede mouthed jerkwad.  It
would have been fun flirting more with him.

   "Eat up," I said as I brought the tray back to the table.  The look on
their faces was so worth it.

   "A little snack?" asked Lori with a quirky smile.

   "All right, many little snacks," I answered with a grin as I sat down
and pulled open a paper wrapped taco.

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