More fantasizing as the trip begins

Last day before takeoff. Dad got a couple people to help load up our stuff, but I ended up doing most of the work anyway. Did my sister help, you ask? Yeah, nah. She's been free use for a couple years, and while her booty's not as thick as Mom's, she's still PLENTY fuckable.

The moving guys were on her from the moment they stepped in the door, taking turns with her holes while the other worked. I had to pick up the slack, and after a couple hours I got pissed. I tried to complain to Mom and Dad, but they both told me to work it out with my sister. When tried THAT, she told me to fuck off (at least I think that's what she said; her mouth was pretty full).

So now my arms are sore, and most of my own stuff isn't packed yet. I guess I'd better do that... Riiight after I jerk off to the thought of what I'm gonna do to my sister once we're all in Madreput.

It's finally D-Day. I'm writing this in the airport, while my parents are arguing and my sister's grabbing a smoothie. Actually, she picked up her drink fifteen minutes ago, but some genius chad-looking fucker had the bright idea of fucking her throat then cumming in the cup. When he was done another guy took his place, then another... By the look of that line-up, it'll be a few minutes before she prances over and sticks her nose in my journal.

Anyway, Dad fucked up our departure time, so we'll be here for a while. He's fighting with Mom about money again, too. Apparently he spent EVERYTHING on our brand-new Florida home: no back-up plan, no savings. This is a one-way ticket. He keeps telling Mom "it'll work out great" and "it'll be the best thing that ever happened to us..." Man, it's getting hard not to laugh.

Sis coming back brb

On the plane now. Probably can't write much, family's sitting close and I'm super tired... Long day at the airport, thanks to Dad.

So yeah, the plane's half-empty. I guess all that stuff I read about nobody wanting to travel to Oedipal Zones was true... Parents lose all their rights there, and it's not like teenage sons are the ones planning family vacations.

Apparently people travel OUT of Madreput sometimes, though. The dude sitting next to me is on his way back from a business trip, by the sound of it.

I guess the next seat over belongs to his partner, but she sure isn't doing any sitting. She's been on her knees since we boarded, except when I had to get up to use the bathroom (now that was an awkward shuffle).

At first I thought she was his girlfriend or whatever, but nah. He made a phone call a few minutes ago, and when he said "I'm calling home" she replied "say hi to Mom and Dad..." So yeah, brother and sister I guess. So, he makes the call and starts acting all grumpy, nagging his father about chores or some shit while his sister gets back to blowing him. About halfway through he nuts in her mouth, and after that his tone got a little less shitty. He's smiling as he wraps up the call: "Go ahead and fuck Mom... Yeah, regular rules... You're welcome."

Holy shit. Good thing nobody in MY family was paying attention, huh? Wait, no, I guess it's too late for them to do anything. The train's got no brakes, motherfucker!

Speaking of motherfucking, the next time I write I'll be balls-deep in Mom. Talk to you then.