Hot Coffee

Author's Note
Some way through writing this chapter, I realized it and the last chapter came out a little differently than the others. They're longer and looser, have some, uh, unusual story ideas, and they have non-sex focused sections. I think they work, though if you're looking for something short and sweet, you might prefer something else. Let me know how you found it.

Chapter 5: Hot Coffee

After a few hours drive, the sun began to set, an orange tint coloring the overcast sky. Ana lay dozing in the back seat, resting her head on Caitlin's shoulder. Luke sat up front, idly touching his cock to the porn magazines his Mother had bought him.

"How long till we get to Fallweather, or whatever?" Caitlin asked quietly, trying not to wake Ana.

"Fairweather. We're going there tomorrow - we're staying in Houston tonight." Tracey said.

Outside on the freeway, traffic grew heavier. To her left, beyond lanes of slow-moving cars, Caitlin could see a wide expanse of water stretching to the horizon. Birds circled overhead. She knew it was the Gulf, having lived near it all her life. There were no boats or beaches, just a long stretch of burnt grass at the edge, strewn with beer cans. She was not impressed.

"I don't know why we couldn't have gone somewhere cool anyway-"

She was interrupted by a low whistle from her brother, who had turned the page to discover two naked MILFs arm in arm. Across a spread of photos, it showed them kissing, playing with each others breasts, and then mounting each other to 69. His Mother glanced over to check on him. He kept playing with himself.

"-we could have gone someplace cool, instead of some nowhere city in North Texas" Caitlin finished.

"Darlin', it's like I said before - Tammy and her family live up there in Fairweather, and they offered to let us stay for the week. She's being very generous."

Caitlin sighed loudly. Just because a friend of her Moms lived up there, she hardly counted it as a reason to stay.

"Is there anywhere you'd like to go visit?" Her mother asked.

"L.A." she responded instantly.

Luke snorted, and suppressed a laugh. "Really? Cait, L.A. sucks. You can't drive anywhere and the people are the worst."

"How would you know" she shot back. "You've never been there. And, like, all the celebrities are in L.A., and a bunch of rich people."

"Trust me, Caitlin, if they come from L.A. I don't want to know them."

His Mother looked away from the road to gesture at one of the MILFs in his magazine - a woman with plump breasts, an hourglass figure, and platinum blonde hair.

"So if that lady came from L.A., you'd want nothing to do with her?" She asked warmly. In the orange glow of the sunset, Luke could see a teasing smile on her face.

"Well..." Luke trailed off. Her tits were pretty big, he thought. "I guess, I could make an exception for her. If she showed me her boobs" he said reluctantly. Tracey laughed gently, and Caitlin stared out the window. Concrete replaced grass, and she lost sight of the Gulf.

"If you went to L.A., Caitlin, what would you want to do?" Tracey asked.

She thought for a moment. The thrumming sound of tires on asphalt died down, as the SUV slowed to stop at an intersection. Cars flowed out in front of them, heading the opposite way, out of the city. Tracey tapped the steering wheel, gazing at the red light of the stop sign.

"Go shopping, first. Then, go get a drink at a rooftop bar, or someplace cool like that. And then more shopping, I think. They have real boutiques there, not like *malls* or whatever." Caitlin threw out the word with disgust.

"That sounds fun" her Mother said.

Luke flipped a magazine page dismissively. There was an advert for something called "Spermizan", with a bunch of text about larger ejaculations and "fast recovery from orgasm". This sounded interesting, and he made a note on his phone to check it out. But as he turned the next page, he saw something truly wild: a spread of photos from someplace in Canada that was an Oedipal Zone.

He had first heard about OZs when his friend from college went to one a year ago on vacation. There were rules that said firstborn sons ran the family at 21, and, his friend whispered, you could have sex with the locals - whoever, whenever, and however you liked. Luke thought he was full of shit, but after reading online, he found out not only was his friend right, but there were OZs all over. While freeuse was slowly gaining acceptance worldwide, OZs seemed to exist at the cutting edge.

Ever since he'd found out, he'd tried to raise the subject with his Mother to get her opinion. She had only ever laughed him off, or gently changed the topic. He had also realized he'd never heard anything on the news about an OZ or from conversations with anyone older than him. He was beginning to suspect that people weren't talking about the Zones to prevent guys like him from finding out about them.

It was darker outside the SUV now, and Luke angled the magazine to get more sunlight on the pages. A writer had gone to visit an OZ up north, and had written an article full of wild sex stories: orgies, constant sex, and fetishes he'd never even heard of before. She described it as the most intense thrill of her life. It finished by saying she was moving to the OZ to start a new life there.

Luke leaned back in his seat. Moving to an OZ? He'd had no idea you were allowed to move to a place like this. 'This changes everything' he thought. His mind was racing. The photos in the article showed some incredibly hot women, with photos of them posing clothed for the camera or working day jobs, all mixed in with lurid shots of them having sex. 'If I can move us to an OZ, that means never having to sneak around again. And think of all the insane sex we can have!' He made a no-brainer decision: if there was anything he could do to move his family to an Oedipal Zone, he would do it.

"You enjoying your magazines?" His mother asked, interrupting his thoughts. They were paused in traffic, and Tracey was looking down at her son with interest.

"Yeah." Luke paused. "Y'know I've never read a porn magazine before this" he said.

"Huh" his Mother said, surprised. "Well, when I was young, that's how you got pornography. On magazines and tapes." She lapsed into silence for a second. "...I suppose it's all on the internet these days."

"Right" Luke responded. "So, listen Mom, I was thinking-"

"That'd be a first" Ana's voice mumbled from the back of the car, sleep still thick in her voice. Caitlin and Tracey started to laugh.

"Oh, real funny" Luke said with a hint of irritation. "Look, Mom, I was reading in here-"

"Can you hang on for a sec, honey? I know it's somewhere around here..." Tracey glanced left, clicked the turn signal and pulled the SUV around a corner. They were into the outskirts of Houston now, driving past pharmacies, bars, and grocery stores. "Your Mom wants to get her caffeine fix, and there used to be a great drive-through place up ahead..."

She pulled the car into busy lot. Across the road, a small, newly painted building stood beneath a coffee cup sign on a pole. "This must be it" Tracey said confidently. "You want me to get you guys anything?" she asked, stopping in the drive-through line. There was a murmur of no's in the car.

Luke's eyes caught sight of a glowing illuminated sign on the side of the building, reading "BARIS-TATAS". Underneath the neon, he could see painted onto the white wall: "Hot Coffee, and Even Hotter Girls!" As he tried to make sense of the slogan, his Mom pulled up to the service window.

"Hi! Could we have a-"

At the window stood a barista, shirtless and smiling, her exposed breasts prominently on display. She had one hand on the cash register, and looked up to take her order. Seeing their confused looks, her smile grew into a grin.

"Welcome to Baris-tatas!" She waved her hand, breasts jiggling as she did so. Her nipples were covered with two bright yellow star stickers. "I'm Kaley, and I'll be your barista for today! What can I get for you?" She asked cheerily.

"Uh, I..." There was a long pause as Tracey looked at the young woman. Caitlin leaned forwards into the front of the SUV, and upon catching sight of the barista, burst out giggling. She collapsed back into her seat. Her sister looked at her, confused, and Caitlin responded by pointing. Ana glanced cautiously out of the window, and made eye contact with the barista. "Oh my god" she breathed and tried to hold back surprise.

"First time at a bikini baristas?" asked Kaley, seemingly not put off by the girls reaction.

"Uh, yes. First time." Tracey said slowly, "This used to be, ah, a bit different."

"Yeah, it was a Roy's Coffee Stop. I used to work there - I mean here, I guess?" The barista stepped to the side, and reached to grab something out of view. Her breasts swayed as she moved. Luke's eyes were transfixed on the shining gold stars on her chest. "This job pays a lot better, though. We've been so busy since we opened!"

"No kidding!" said Tracey, politely. The barista lent out of the window, and her breasts flopped forwards, hanging down as she passed a leaflet to the car. Luke breathed heavily out of his nose, and his dick, which had been rapidly hardening, now felt hot and tight. His jeans weren't zipped, and his underwear was showing. The thin material barely covered his shaft, feeling strained and constricted. He began gripping and squeezing his groin, eyes locked firmly on the topless woman visible at the window.

"That's our menu, it's got everything on there" said Kaley, gesturing at the leaflet. "What would you like? We've got hot coffee, teas, chocolates..."

"Oooh, do you have an Oatmilk Honey Latte?" Tracey asked, scanning the menu.

"Sure, coming right up!" said Kaley. She tilted her head towards the side, catching sight of the twenty-something guy in the passenger seat. He seemed to be breathing heavily, fidgeting and clutching his groin hard.

"How about you?" she said with her best customer-service cheeriness. "Would you like a hot chocolate or something?" As she spoke, Kaley reached up to brush off some imaginary dirt on her right boob. She had noticed the guys seemed to like it when she did that.

Luke began gripping and pulling hard, feeling pulses of pleasure every time he touched his dick. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but just groaned quietly.

"...that's my son, you'll, um, have to excuse him. He can get a bit excited!" Tracey said apologetically. She turned to Luke, and whispered quietly "Remember to behave!"

"I am!" he shot back quickly. "I just need to..." he couldn't stop touching his dick while he stared at the barista's chest, admiring her slender figure, and chestnut brown hair pulled into a cute ponytail.

"Does he need to jack off?" asked the barista politely. She was waiting patiently at the window.

Tracey stumbled for a second. "Ehm, er, I suppose he- well. He's got a condition you see and-"

"Oh, no it's OK, lots of guys come through here, he can go right ahead. I don't mind!" she said without hesitation. She tried to straighten her back, gently pushing out her breasts to be more prominent. As she posed, Luke grunted heavily and plunged his hand beneath his underwear to his cock, now covered in sticky pre-cum. He broke his gaze for a moment to look at his mother, who sat confused by his side. Flicking his eyes between her and the barista, he paused for moment, unsure of what to do.

But it was only a moment, he couldn't take it anymore. Pulling at the material, his dick bounced out of his underwear, and he began openly masturbating while staring at her chest. Her breasts jostled as Kaley shook them, before turning left and right to show him some sideboob. She tried to keep her movements professional, rather than raunchy. She pretended to reach for coffee mugs or sugar packets to get her chest moving. After all, she could give them some fun, but she wasn't, like, a stripper or anything, she rationalized.

Tracey slowly turned her head to see her son's hard dick and pre-cum dripping all over the seat. "Oh, gosh..." she whispered, and turned back to look at the barista. She was only thankful that the girl didn't look upset at her son's lewd display.

Luke grunted loudly, furiously moving his hand forwards and back on his cock. A warm rush of pleasure was spreading through his dick, and the orgasm building in him felt larger than normal. He let out an quiet, strangled "eughh" sound, and his eyes squeezed shut as his pace increased.

"He's quite vocal, isn't he?" offered the barista to Tracey. Kaley grabbed her breasts and shook them slowly, earning another grunt from Luke. Tracey smiled awkwardly and nodded, becoming nervous as another car pulled up behind them.

She reached out and touched Luke's arm. "Honey, we sh-"

Luke's cock reared up, unloading a white hot spray of cum across the dashboard of the car. He gasped, and a sprinkling of cum trickled out onto the seat. 'That was a big one' he thought. Slightly dazed, he kept groaning and pumping his cock, as it oozed sticky white juices.

"Oh my gosh- I don't-" his mother began, staring at the mess. "Girls?" she called out behind her shoulder "Tissues!?"

"Here you go!"

Tracey turned to see a handful of tissues in the barista's hands. The girl had leaned over, offering them through the car window. Tracey paused, frozen for a second, before taking them.

"Thank you?" she said, with a mixture of surprise and gratitude.

"Don't worry about it! I keep a couple spare back here for spills." The barista disappeared for a moment before returning with a coffee cup, her chest jiggling. "Here's your Oatmilk Latte - that'll be $3.75 and tax."

After Tracey had paid, and given a generous tip, they had parked in a spare parking space. Luke tried to mop up some of the semen, while Tracey blew on her coffee, taking small sips. Ana sat with her legs resting on Caitlin's lap, while the younger sister played with her phone.

"What's it like, Mom?" asked Ana, running a finger through Caitlin's blonde hair.

Her mother took a larger sip. "Mhmm, it's good" she said, with appreciation. "Honey, you missed a spot" she said to Luke, nodding to a particularly large stain, while holding the warm coffee cup with both hands. The minimalist logo emblazoned on the front showed a pinup-style woman with large breasts, under the words 'BARIST-TATAS Est. 2021.'

Tracey placed the cup down. "What a world" she muttered.

"I know, right?" said Luke, dropping the tissues on the floor of the SUV. "That was dope!"

Tracey ruffled her son's hair affectionately. "Does that mean good? Well I'm glad you had fun" she said softly. In truth, she was still thrown by the whole experience. Between car sex, pornography, and topless baristas, this trip had become much more sexual than she was expecting.

She stared out of the window at the cars slowly moving through the drive-through. "Do any of y'all feel like the world's getting a little..." Tracey trailed off.

"Horny?" Caitlin offered.

"Yes, I suppose that would be the word" her Mother said.

"Well, we did *finally* get some free use laws in Texas and Louisiana a few years back." said Ana. "Even if they don't allow **** - there's been decreased crime rates, better life expectancy, people report being happier and more successful."

"Plus there's been tons of sex ads online too. Like on Youtube and stuff." Caitlin agreed.

"Oh yeah?" asked Tracey, draining the last of her coffee.

"Sure, like, tutorials for different positions, stuff to buy like naked makeup, plus the fully nude music videos. Shelby King's was so good. Mom you should check it out."

"Was she that singer who had an orgy on stage?" Tracey sounded polite but dismissive.

Caitlin sighed. "That was, like, a media stunt or whatever Mom, she's actually all about her music. It's really personal."

Ana rolled her eyes. "Why all the questions, anyway? Did you like the old coffee shop or something?" she asked.

"Well, no, the old man who used to run it was a little rude... They have some nice staff now, I think." Tracey said. "I just feel like there's something a little, I don't know, tacky? About all this openness... I mean what happened to some nice quiet evening sex in your own home?"

Caitlin and Ana giggled. "Oh Mom, you're like so old fashioned." said Caitlin.

The older woman bristled. "Well, is having sex with your son or your daughter, old fashioned? No one around here would accept us if they knew that."

No one in the car spoke a word. Luke looked over his shoulder, but neither of his sisters met his eyes. Carefully, he folded the porn magazine, and slipped it back into the paper shopping bag. 'Maybe they wouldn't accept us here, but they would in an OZ', he thought.

"Don't worry about them, Mom" he said quietly. Tracey had looked a little upset, but she smiled.

"You're right, darlin'. Now," she said quickly, trying to change the conversation, "we've got a hotel to check into, and then we'll grab something to eat. How does that sound?"

She was met with a chorus of agreements as she restarted the engine, and merged back into the rush hour traffic. Night was falling. It was a warm, late summer dusk when they arrived at the hotel, pulling into an underground parking lot, dimly lit by fluorescent orange lights.

Tracey and Ana opened the rear of the SUV to unload their luggage, as Caitlin sat in the back seat, door ajar. She dragged her converse sneakers slowly across the concrete, scrolling through her phone, bored. Her friends were chatting about her absence, in between music, guys, and parties. A notification popped up. Caites, babe, where are you now? Miss you. A string of emojis followed.

Luke lingered by her door, watching his mother bend over. She pulled some luggage free from the SUV, and stood it upright, clearly flustered. He didn't move to help her, but stood feeling his balls through his pocket.

"Sasha's texting me again..." Caitlin said idly.

"You worried about what to say to her, about her boyfriend?" Luke asked, as his Mother bent over again to grab another suitcase. Through the thin material of her summer dress, he could see a great outline of her ass. And as he watched, he remembered he'd torn her underwear off earlier in the day. A faint smile hovered at the edge of his mouth.

"You think I should text back?"

"Sure, but I would keep the boyfriend stuff 'till you can see her in person, y'know?" Luke said. Reluctantly, he looked away from his Mother. He rested his arm on the roof of the SUV and leaned in to speak to Caitlin. "She'd take it better that way, I think" he said.

Caitlin nodded, and tapped out a quick reply, thumbs sliding across the touchscreen. Her brother watched her, the blue-white light of her phone illuminating her face. She furrowed her brow, reading the message. He moved into the SUV, placed a leg on the seat in front of her, and stretched to kiss her cheek. She was still, and silent aside from the regular tapping of her fingers. She flipped over to Instagram.

He moved further into the car, hands pressed into the seat. Caitlin shifted to let him in, lying on her stomach. Her hand landed on the damp tissues from his earlier orgasms, and she brushed them to the floor without looking. His kisses grew impatient, moving up and down her face. She smiled, still looking at her phone.

He grabbed her legs, fingers feeling her soft skin. Almost as soon as he began touching her, he became pushy, pulling at her thighs, hips, and her slim breasts. Caitlin's body moved as he handled her, while she held her phone straight, eyes fixed on a flurry of messages.

His hands stopped. She heard a light metallic scrape as he unhooked his belt. Then he was pulling at her cutoffs, exposing the top of her butt.

"Here?" she mumbled.

He didn't speak, just grabbed at the cutoffs again. They were a tight fit, usually helping to show off her slim figure. He reached inside them, fingers pressed against her ass. He pulled. The cutoffs slipped further, her cheeks now squished together and catching the orange light in the shadowy interior. Another pull, and her ass bounced into the open air. Luke dropped the shorts. They fell out the door and onto the concrete.

Luke mounted her. He awkwardly thrust into her pussy, angled too low. His body was pressed on top of hers, and he tried to pull her upwards to compensate. As he ran his hands over her butt cheeks though, he couldn't help but quickly grope them.

He shoved forwards again while he fondled her, and this time his dick slipped out completely, ramming into the car seat. He winced. Caitlin swiped through pictures on Instagram.

Grabbing her hips, he pulled them up to his level. His legs were kneeled on the back seat and his back was straight. Cautiously, he tried a slow pump into her, and was rewarded with a hot, wet sensation and a gasp from his sister. He pumped again, and then again, much faster. Light bounced around the interior of the car as her phone wavered.

His hips began a steady fucking motion, pushing and bouncing against her ass. As he dug deeper, he could quietly hear her breathing get rougher. His balls began to swing wildly, and slapped against her skin, making a wet, sticky noise.

Her phone hit the floor with a thud. Gripping the edge of the seat for leverage, she began sliding her ass back, helping his stride. Glancing down, he could see the bright rectangle of her screen, an Instagram profile and a grid of photos: women on the beach, posing with animals, showing cleavage and a glass of wine.

Luke pushed himself deep into her pussy and bent down to whisper in his sister's ear. "You feel so fucking good, sis" he muttered to her.

Caitlin's eyes were half-shut, her mouth open to moan but muffled against the car seat. He sat up again, and continued fucking her doggy style. He had to go faster. Pound her pussy. Enjoy the warm, deep thrusts. He watched her ass jiggled with every impact. 'This is it' he thought, his mind a blur, 'This is what I want.'

He heard a 'thunk' sound as his Mother closed the back of the SUV. They was a low murmur as she spoke with Ana. It broke his concentration, and he noticed his hands were slipping off Caitlin's hips. She lifted her mouth from the cum-stained car seat.

"Hard-er" she whispered, her voice breaking.

He pumped again into her rear, enjoying his hands-free movement, and then brought his palm down as fast as he could on her ass cheek.

The skin cracked loudly, echoing in the car and into the parking lot outside. Caitlin made a strangled sound of pleasure against the car seat. Outside, his Mother and Ana fell silent. He placed a hand on the small of her back, and pushed, pressing her pussy down. His dick pistoned again, hitting her harder with an even deeper angle. His sister let out a loud, albeit muffled, groan. As he moved in and out, a shadow fell over the car interior.

"Luke Baxter, what on Earth do you think you ar- GET YOUR DICK OUT OF YOUR SISTER!" His Mother shouted.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and then his cock was spinning in the air, loose from his sister's pussy. He stumbled backwards out of the car, and grabbed the door for balance. He turned to see Tracey, as her grip became a vice pressing into his shoulder.

"Ow! Ow, ow, ow!" he cried out.

Caitlin had fallen to the floor of the SUV, her naked legs twisting as she tried to regain her balance. She had one hand on the seat, and another on her pussy, furiously masturbating, fingers flying across her clit, in a vain attempt to replace her brother's dick.

"Mom!" she yelled in irritation. "What the hell! Let him finish fucking me!"

"You watch your tone, young lady!" Tracey shot back. "This is a parking lot, not a whorehouse! What is it with your generation and public fucking?!"

Luke had regained his balance enough to stare at his sister, still masturbating, and reached down with his free hand to pump his cock.

"Need I remind you that we do not do this in public" Tracey hissed into Luke's ear. Breathing heavily, his eyes were locked forwards, singularly staring at his sister's pussy. She had slumped back onto the seat, her ass in the air, displaying her pussy to her family as she **** her fingers in and out.

Blood coursed in Luke's head, and he ignored his Mother's warning. She was furious he would risk their secret relationship on such a vulgar public display. Private actions were one thing, but this was something dangerous and stupid. Family members were not allowed to have sex under their state's freeuse laws. Everyone knew that.

"M-mom" he stumbled getting the words out, unable to engage his brain. "I got to do it. I got to fuck her." He lunged forward, and she tried to hold him back. He had a height and weight advantage that made it nearly impossible.

"No you do not. Just wait until we get inside!" The fury had mostly dissipated from her voice as she realized the position she was in. She was **** to beg. She had no way to actually stop him, and he wasn't listening to her.

Luke broke free of her grasp for a second, and in a flash was half-way back inside the SUV. His hand lurched forwards and seized his sister's thigh. He pulled. She shot across the backseat and collided with him, her thigh bouncing against his dick. On the verge of re-entering her, his Mother threw an arm in front of him, blocking him from his sister.

He groaned in frustration.

"She's your sister!" she hissed at him. He couldn't hear her. He could only see the wetness on Caitlin's pussy, and feel the pulsing pressure in his dick.

As the family argued, a sedan accelerated into the parking lot. It swept past them without slowing, air whipping past them. Tracey hurriedly moved to the side, as if she could somehow block what was happening from view.

Ana stepped up behind her Mother and separated the two of them. There was a brief pause as Luke tried to collect his breath, and she tried to appeal to her Mother.

"Mom, come on, no one knows we're related here, OK? And freeuse is legal now, anyway. Mom, c'mon!" she said. "Just let him have this! This is ridiculous!"

"Please" Luke begged through gritted teeth. He wasn't pushing his Mother anymore - physically anyway.

Tracey was outnumbered, and she knew she had no leverage. She looked between her daughter, still masturbating in the SUV, and her son, who couldn't stop touching his dick. She came to a decision.

"Fine!" she snapped "Quietly, OK? I don't want to hear a word out of you!"

Defeated, her arm dropped limply to her side and Luke darted into the vehicle. With barely a pause he thrust back into his sister, throwing out a slurred "Thank you!" as he did so. His sister cried out in pleasure, throwing herself onto him, enjoying a furious back and forth fucking with her brother. Her nerve endings burned with feeling. Losing her brother's dick had only heightened her anticipation, and elevated her lust. She let out a full-throated, quivering moan of pleasure.

"QUIETLY!" Tracey yelled.

Luke wildly threw out a hand to try and block his sister's mouth and follow his Mother's orders. It collided with an arm rest, surprising him with pain.

"Aw, fuck!" he groaned loudly.

His Mother stood behind him, incandescent with rage. This was salt on a fresh wound. She grabbed the car door and slammed it shut, trapping the siblings in the SUV. The sound of their fast-paced fucking suddenly muted.

Through the tinted car window, she could just about see her son fall forwards, before regaining his balance. The two of them quickly recovered their pace, and despite the glass, she could hear her daughter's high pitched cries as her brother groaned in deep satisfaction. She stood outside the car, a look of thunder on her face.

As much as she thought she understood the often very simple needs of her son, she could not understand why he had done this. If people were to find out their family had sex, the consequences could be unthinkable. A series of potential punishments for Luke coursed through her mind. She stood, bouncing her foot while she thought. Ana waited awkwardly next to her, trying not to make eye contact.

The SUV, very slowly, began to squeak. Then louder, as it rocked ever so slightly. Tracey's hand shot out and rapped on the window. After a second, she heard a loud grunt from inside. The SUV stopped moving.

"So..." Ana said, carefully. Her mother turned to look at her. Ana caught the expression on her Mother's face. 'Oh fuck' Ana thought. She immediately broke eye contact. The excuses for Luke's behavior died in her throat.

After possibly the longest minute of Ana's life, the door to SUV popped open. Luke's head edged out, his face flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Uhh" he said as he caught sight of the two women watching him. He tried to climb out of the SUV. He paused. From behind him, his sister said something. "I don't know" he mumbled. "Why would I know where they are?"

He began looking around the SUV. His Mother hissed in irritation, bouncing her foot even harder.

"Oh shit, here they are-" Luke bent down to pick up a pair of denim cutoffs off the concrete and passed them back inside the car. "Oh good grief" his Mother muttered under her breath.

In silence, brother and sister stumbled from the SUV, mostly clothed, slightly shaken and unstable. Luke finally saw his Mother's face. He felt a wave of ice pass through his chest. The dopey smile plastered on his face disappeared.

'Here we go' he thought.

Luke and Caitlin stopped just in front of their Mother. Ana stood as far back as she could. Nobody spoke.

"Girls" Tracey said finally, in an completely dead-even voice that Luke had only ever heard twice before. "Give me a moment alone with your brother. Now."

The sisters looked at each other, relief clearly visible. Ana paused, looked around the parking lot, and realized she was in a city she barely knew, with no real idea where she was.

"Uhm, where- where do you want us to go?" she said in quiet voice.

"I don't care" her Mother snapped.

"We'll-go-check-in-right-now" Caitlin said as fast as she could. She started speed walking to an elevator on the far wall. Ana jogged to catch up with her. Caitlin turned as she walked, hair spilling over her shoulder. She pushed it back, and locked eyes with her brother, whose expression simply read "Help. Me."

'Sorry' she mouthed, and rounded a corner as her Mother exploded, firing out a series of "How could you"'s, "What possessed you?"'s, followed by a "No, answer me, what is wrong with you?!". Caitlin was pretty sure her mother could be heard three stories up. She entered the dingy elevator, followed quickly by Ana.

"-that you can't even keep your dick out of your sister for two measly minutes-"

Caitlin hit the 'Ground Floor' button, and the doors slid closed.