How close is too close?

It was another bright day at Azure Rocks. The morning sun shimmered among the trees, twinkling green as it cascaded on to the main road. On this main road, Heather's car raced past. Heather, herself, was driving, donning sunglasses to see the road for the sun. Beside her sat her cousin, Kurt, slumped down in his seat and yawning.

The car was was speeding but Heather was confident of her ability to navigate these roads. She'd been to the cabin many times and she knew these roads well. She remembered as a young girl watching from the car window, marking every curve and dip in anticipation of her time hiking in the woods and swimming in the lake. And she recalled those every time she came here, and noted what had changed. They fixed that pothole, they widened the road here. She knew these roads better than anywhere else in the world.

She also knew that it was unusual to see cars stopped along these roads. There were enough roadside parks and rest stops that stopping at the side of the road was unnecessary, unless it was an emergency. So, she was doubly surprised to find two cars stopped beside the road.

"I could have driven myself, you know," Kurt said beside her, yawning again.

"Shush," Heather ignored him. "There's something going on up ahead."

Kurt sat up in the passenger seat and saw what she meant. Two cars sitting at the side of the road wasn't as strange to him as it was to his cousin, but the more he looked at the vehicles the more he came to believe that he recognised one of the cars.

"Isn't that Brandon's car?" Kurt asked, trying to picture the car at the side of the road sitting in front of the cabin as it had for the past few days.

"Oh, shit, you're right," Heather agreed, taking her foot off the gas and slowing down as she approached the cars. "Let's see if he's alright."

"It doesn't seem like he got very far," Kurt noted. "Has he been out here all night?"

Heather didn't answer, too busy trying to see into Brandon's car as she past by slowly in her own. In the backseat, she saw Brandon sitting up right and topless. Nothing odd about that in itself. But it was odd that he wasn't alone. A dark haired brunette sat on his lap, equally topless, her tits flopping up and down as she bounced in his lap. And just as Heather's car crawled past, the brunette turned her head to look at them.

Heather yelped, turned her eyes straight ahead and slammed her foot back down on the gas. The car spun off, zooming down the road. Not even really thinking, Heather looked over her shoulder, almost expecting to still see the naked pair, but she was too far ahead now to see anything at all. When she looked over her shoulder, the car swerved and Kurt had to grab the wheel to keep it steady.

"Geez, Heather, I'd like to reach the hospital without the need of an ambulance," Kurt remarked sarcastically as Heather returned her eyes to the road. "Did you recognise that hot brunette that Brandon was fucking?"

Heather nodded, eyes wide and biting her lip. She knew who it was, but her mind was telling her that it couldn't be. It was impossible. And it felt as though saying the name would make it possible, real. As if the naked bodies fornicating before her eyes hadn't been real enough.

But Kurt was waiting, staring and she knew he wouldn't let up until he knew the name. Until he knew who she was and her relationship to Brandon.

"That was Madison," Heather whispered, hardly believing the words coming from her lips.

"Who the hell is Madison?" Kurt asked, frowning. At first there had only been four girls, but new ones just kept coming out of the woodwork.

"That...that's his sis....sister," Heather's voice trembled as she said the word aloud, the thought that followed echoing in her brain. "Brandon was fucking his sister."

Kurt laughed, his confusion giving way to disbelief. But Kurt's disbelief was different from Heather's. He could easily accept that siblings could fuck, and did fuck, and in this case were fucking in the back of a car on the side of a public road where anyone could see them. He just didn't think Brandon had it in him to fuck his own sister.

"Wow, that's amazing," Kurt said. "I guess that's how he's getting over Ashley."

"You don't find it just a bit perverse?" Heather tilted her head.

Kurt shrugged.

"You've engaged in a bit of **** with yours truly, least you forget. True, Chloe was there for the climax..." he emphasised the word climax. "...but **** in a threesome is still ****."

"I guess, but we're just cousins. It feels like there's enough wiggle room there. Hell, cousin marriage is still accepted in some places," Heather said, thoughtfully. "But siblings just seems...too close, don't you think?"

"So long as he's not forcing her, what does it matter to me?" Kurt argued. "And Brandon doesn't seem like the kind of guy who'd **** his sister to have sex with him, no matter how bad a place he was in because his girlfriend cheated on him."

"No, you're right," Heather admitted. "Brandon wouldn't **** her. Still, I really surprised that they'd do something like that."

"How 'bout you pull this car over and we see if I can't convince you how normal it is?" Kurt suggested with a smirk as he reached over and squeezed her thigh. "We could even do a little bit of brother-sister roleplay."

Heather matched his smirk, but slapped his hand away.

"Maybe later. If you go to the clinic and get the condoms for everyone, then we can consider it your reward," she offered, and laughed when Kurt cheered, taking his whooping as acceptance of her terms.