A taste of Imogene

Charlotte extended her hand through the open window to graze along my cheek. Behind me I absentmindedly noted the sound of the sliding door, and Imogene's movement.

"Want a kiss?" Charlotte smiled at me, speaking louder than I thought necessary. She leaned in, and my lips met hers tenderly, her hand continuing to slide back around my head to wrap around the back of my neck.

"That was for her," She whispered against my lips. "I want her a little jealous."

"And this is for you." I felt her other hand at my mouth.

Her middle finger pressed against my lips, demanding entry. Her digit caressed my lips, leaving a slight trail of moisture. A moment more, and I eagerly opened my mouth. Her finger gently slid inside, leaving a soft taste on my lips. It almost tasted like...

My eyes opened wide as I realized that Charlotte was slipping a finger that had just been inside my little sister into my mouth. I must have missed the part where that happened when I was watching the road.

"Laaahk how she tastes?" Charlotte teased. "If you want... I can make it happen."

A flash of arousal burned through me as Charlotte pulled her finger back and traced it across my lips. The taste of my sister lingered on my tongue, familiar and yet so wrong. I shouldn't be getting turned on by this, my mind raged at me. I shouldn't be thinking about caressing Imogene's body before...

Charlotte stepped back from the door, and turned her gaze towards the cabin. Her hands came apart in a inviting gesture, and I realized I was still sitting there with an expression of shock on my face.

"Just think about it," Charlotte smiled, turning and causing a slight billow to the shirt she wore. I realized that the buttons had been almost completely undone at some point, and only one button kept it even slightly closed.

I noted after another moment more that I had just been staring at her. I yanked my gaze to the Cabin, where Imogene stood staring back at the van with a look of anticipation. Shaking my head, and trying desperately to clear the fog of lust that was descending, I opened the door and intended to exit the van when I felt a hard pressure on my crotch. I groaned when I realized that I hadn't bothered to remove my seat belt before trying to get out of the Van.