The car was packed to the brim. Every inch of the trunk was crammed with our family’s things—suitcases, bags, and random odds and ends that we just couldn’t leave behind. Our annual summer road trip had begun, and everything but the kitchen sink had entered the car. But as I stood there, glancing at the mess we called packing, one thing was obvious: I had no space left.
“Great. Where do I sit?” I muttered, feeling my irritation rise.
The back seat was supposed to be for me, but my brother, Jake, had already wedged himself in there, his lanky frame practically folded in half. His knees were up against his chest, his elbows digging into his sides. He looked over at me with a mixture of sympathy and smugness.
“Sorry, Kelly,” he said, not sounding sorry. “I got here first.”
“Of course you did,” I shot back, rolling my eyes. I smoothed down my short dress, the one I had picked out specifically for this trip. The fabric was light and airy, perfect for the summer heat, but now it felt like a bad choice as I realized my situation. There was no way I was going to fit in the back seat without being crammed against Jake like a sardine in a can.
Mom and Dad were already settled in the front, oblivious to the fact that their packing skills had led to this predicament. I leaned into the car, the hem of my dress brushing against the door, and gave them a pointed look.
“Mom, Dad, seriously. Where am I supposed to sit?”
Dad turned around, his brow furrowing as he surveyed the situation. Mom just gave me a helpless shrug, her eyes flicking between me and the overstuffed car.
“Kelly, honey, we didn’t realize there wasn’t enough space,” Mom said apologetically, but there was a hint of impatience in her voice. “You’ll have to make do somehow.”
“Make do?” I echoed incredulously. “With what? There’s no room back there! Unless you want me to sit on Jake’s lap—”
“No way,” Jake interjected quickly, shaking his head. “You’re not sitting on me.”
“And there’s no way I’m squishing into that mess,” I added, gesturing to the cluttered back seat. “It’s either the trunk or… or the roof at this point.”
Dad sighed, rubbing his temples. “Well, we can’t leave anything behind now. Maybe…”
“Maybe what? Strap me to the roof rack?” I said, only half-joking.
They both looked at each other, trying to figure out a solution, while I stood there, increasingly frustrated. I glanced down at my dress again, the soft fabric fluttering in the slight breeze. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I had imagined this trip differently—a comfortable ride with the windows down and my hair blowing in the wind. Instead, I was left trying to figure out how to wedge myself into a car without space.
“Well, I guess there’s only one thing for it,” I finally said, resigning myself to the inevitable. I opened the back door wider and squeezed in next to Jake, who groaned as I pushed against him.
“Be careful with the dress,” I muttered to myself, trying to pull it over my legs without getting it wrinkled. But there was no space—no room to move, no room to breathe. I was pressed against Jake, our legs tangled together in the cramped space, and it felt like I was wearing the car instead of sitting in it.
As we drove off, Dad put the radio on as he sang along. We hit a few potholes in the road which made me shudder.
The car lurched forward, and I instantly regretted squeezing in. The backseat felt like a prison, a tight, sweltering box where I was sentenced to spend the next few hours. As the engine hummed to life, Dad turned up the radio, his off-key singing mingling with the static. It was one of those classic rock songs he loved, and normally, I’d sing along, too. But right now, all I could focus on was the uncomfortable heat radiating from Jake’s body and the way my short dress was beginning to cling to my skin.
We hadn’t even left the driveway yet, and I was already feeling the sweat beading on my forehead. The fabric of my dress, which had seemed so perfect when I put it on, now felt too light, too flimsy against the sticky vinyl seat. I tried shifting on his knee to get comfortable, but every move seemed to wedge me further into the corner. Jake shot me a look, half-annoyed, half-amused.
“Stop squirming,” he muttered, his voice low enough that only I could hear.
“I can’t help it,” I whispered, feeling frustrated. “This is ridiculous.”
He didn’t respond; he just sighed and leaned back against the window, closing his eyes like he was about to nap. Meanwhile, I was left to navigate the tiny space, trying not to think about how cramped and uncomfortable it was. My legs were twisted awkwardly, one foot barely resting on the edge of the seat while the other was shoved up against the door. I could feel the hem of my dress riding up slightly, and I tugged it down, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.
But dignity was hard to come by when you were packed into the back of a car like a piece of luggage. I glanced out the window as the familiar sights of our neighbourhood began to blur past, the trees swaying lazily in the summer breeze. Usually, this was the part of the trip where I’d start to relax, the anticipation of our destination beginning to build. But all I could think about now was how long this drive would be.
We hit a pothole, and the car jolted violently. I gripped the seat in front of me, my breath catching as I bounced slightly upward, my thigh brushing against Jake’s. He groaned, opening one eye to glare at me.
“Watch it, will you?”
“Not my fault,” I shot back, though my voice lacked its usual bite. I was too hot, too uncomfortable to muster up any real anger.
Mom turned around in her seat, her concerned eyes meeting mine. “Are you okay back there, sweetie?”
I forced a smile, though it probably came out as more of a grimace. “Yeah, just… fine.”
Dad was now driving across a bumpy road, which kept making me lift up off the seat slightly with each jolt. Every time the car bounced, I had to brace myself, gripping the edge of the seat to keep from tumbling into Jake. My dress was practically glued to my skin, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to every curve. I could feel a trickle of sweat slide down my back, adding to the growing sense of discomfort that seemed to be settling over me like a heavy blanket.
The worst part was how exposed I felt. The short dress that had seemed like such a good idea earlier made me regret every fashion choice I’d ever made. With each bump, the hemline inched higher, and I kept tugging it down in a futile attempt to keep it in place. But there was only so much fabric to work with, and it wasn’t doing me any favours.
Jake, of course, wasn’t helping. He was shifting around, too, trying to get comfortable in the impossibly small space we were sharing, and every time he moved, his leg would brush against mine. It was driving me crazy—not because I was uncomfortable being close to him, but because I was hyper-aware of every single sensation. The warmth of his skin, the slight pressure of his knee against mine, the way his arm kept bumping into my side—it all felt amplified, more intense than it should have been.
“Could you, like, not move so much?” I finally snapped, trying to adjust my position without making things worse.
Jake just shrugged, not even bothering to open his eyes. “Not much I can do about it,” he muttered. “We’re both stuck here.”
I knew he was right, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. The car hit another pothole, and I let out an involuntary yelp as I was lifted off the seat again, landing awkwardly with a soft thud; he let out a moan each time. My dress, already betraying me, rode up even higher, and I had to make a quick grab to keep from revealing more than I intended.
The car jolted again, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks—not just from the sweltering temperature inside the vehicle but from the sheer embarrassment of it all. My dress was practically betraying me with each bounce, inching its way up my thighs in a way that felt all too revealing. I quickly tugged it down, but the fabric had a mind of its own, slipping back up as if mocking my efforts.
Jake groaned, this time more pronounced as I bounced and we hit another bump. His eyes were still closed, but I could see the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“This isn’t funny,” I hissed, trying to keep my voice low so Mom and Dad wouldn’t hear. But Jake’s grin only widened the jerk.
“Relax, Kel,” he murmured, barely opening one eye. “It’s just a dress. No need to get so worked up.”
I shot him a glare, my frustration bubbling over. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one getting flashed every time we hit a bump.”
Jake chuckled softly, clearly amused by my predicament. “Well, if you’re that worried, maybe you should’ve worn something less… revealing.”
My face heated up even more, his words stinging just a little. It wasn’t like I’d planned on being stuck in this sardine can of a backseat, let alone with my brother as my unwitting companion. My dress had seemed like the perfect choice this morning—light, breezy, and ideal for the summer sun. Now, though, it felt more like a liability, a reminder of how badly this trip was already going.
The car hit another bump, and this time, I was ready. I braced myself against the seat, holding my breath as I felt the jolt ripple through the car. Every bump made Jake’s body respond. But no matter how prepared I tried to be, the seatbelt dug into my side, and the hem of my dress defied me once again, slipping higher than I was comfortable with. My fingers quickly moved to tug it back down, but the damage was done. I was caught in this never-ending battle with my outfit, and it was winning.
Sensing my discomfort, Jake finally opened his eyes, his teasing smile fading as he glanced at me. “Okay, okay, maybe this isn’t the most ideal situation,” he conceded, his tone softer now. “But hey, it’s just a road trip. We’ll be at the campsite soon enough, and you can change into something more… practical.”
I sighed, leaning back against the seat, feeling the oppressive heat pressing down on me. “Yeah, if I survive until then. Damn, this bumpy road.”
The car hit another pothole, and I was lifted off the seat slightly, the movement causing my dress to ride up dangerously high. My heart raced as I quickly tugged it back down, praying that Jake hadn’t noticed how much of my thigh had been exposed. But when I glanced over at him, his eyes were closed again; his face turned toward the window as if he was trying to tune out the discomfort of the ride.
“Kelly, are you sure you’re okay back there?” Mom’s voice floated over from the front seat, her tone full of concern.
I forced a smile, though I knew she couldn’t see it. “Yeah, Mom, I’m fine. Just… trying to get comfortable.”
She didn’t sound convinced, but she didn’t push it, probably too focused on the road ahead and whatever directions Dad was muttering under his breath as he navigated the bumpy road.
“Could this road be any bumpier?” I muttered under my breath, more to myself than to anyone else. But Jake heard me, and I caught a smile as he opened one eye to look at me.
“I kind of like it,” he smirked at me.
“I bet you are,” I said as I sighed as the car hit the biggest bump.
The car shuddered violently over the bump, and I instinctively grabbed my dress’s hem again, desperate to keep it in place. My heart pounded in my chest from the constant motion and sheer embarrassment of my situation. I could feel Jake’s smirk lingering between us, and I knew he was relishing every uncomfortable second of this ride.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I shot him a sideways glance, my voice tinged with annoyance and resignation.
“Mmm, maybe,” he grinned like a kid at Christmas.
I rolled my eyes at Jake’s response, feeling my frustration bubbling over once again. His grin was infuriatingly smug, and I had to resist the urge to smack it right off his face. Of course, he would find some way to enjoy this miserable situation. He always did.
“Glad one of us is having fun,” I muttered, trying to shift in my seat without making things worse. But it was pointless. Every time I moved, I felt more trapped, more aware of just how little space I had. The heat from Jake’s body was oppressive, and the fabric of my dress seemed determined to cling to every inch of me. I was uncomfortable, and the ride felt like it was stretching forever.
Jake, meanwhile, was entertained. He kept glancing at me with that insufferable grin, enjoying every moment of my discomfort. It was typical Jake—finding humour in my misery. But deep down, I knew he didn’t mean any harm. He tried to make the best of a bad situation, even at my expense.
“Enjoy it while you can,” I shot back. “Because once we get to the campsite, I’m changing into the baggiest, most comfortable thing I own, and this dress is going straight into the bottom of my suitcase.”
“Aw, don’t do that,” Jake teased. “It’s a nice dress. Bit short but nice.”
Hitting a few more bumps as I kept moving around against him, I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks again as Jake’s teasing words hung in the air. The car lurched over another bump, and I shifted awkwardly, trying to find comfort in the cramped space.
“Jake, seriously, could you just—” I started, but my words were cut off by another jolt that sent me bouncing against him. The close quarters drove me crazy, every little movement amplified by the tight space and the unbearable heat.
Jake just chuckled, clearly unfazed by the discomfort. “What? I’m not doing anything; you love it. Squirm and bounce on me all you want, Kel,” he said innocently, though the grin on his face told me otherwise.
“You know, Kel,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “I think you’re just making it worse for yourself. Relax a little, and maybe it won’t be so bad.”
He leaned back, clearly enjoying himself, his grin infuriatingly smug. “You know, you could try enjoying the ride,” he suggested his tone light but with that same teasing edge. “I mean, it’s not every day you get to be this close to me.”
I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a smile despite myself. “Oh, lucky me,” I muttered, though I couldn’t help but feel more at ease. Jake had that effect on me—he could turn even the most frustrating situations into something bearable just by making me laugh or shifting the focus.
The car hit another bump, jolting me upwards slightly, and I felt Jake’s body tense beneath me. The sound that escaped his lips—a mix between a groan and a whimper—made my cheeks flush even more. It was impossible to ignore the close quarters; every little movement seemed to intensify the already uncomfortable situation. My heart pounded a mix of embarrassment and something else I couldn’t quite place.
“Jake, seriously, quit it,” I said, trying to sound firm, but my voice became more flustered than I intended. “This isn’t funny.”
Jake’s grin only widened, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looked at me. “I’m not doing anything, Kel. It’s just the road. You’re the one who keeps bouncing all over the place.”
“Maybe you should just stay still,” Jake suggested, his voice still teasing but softer now, as if he was trying to offer some peace. “The more you squirm, the worse it gets.”
“Don’t you think I am trying my best…” I cut off as I could feel something digging into my bottom.
“Is that… Eww, gross,” I said, but at the same time, I couldn’t believe I got him hard. So he likes to tease me; it is time to step things up and tease him.
I pressed my bum down with pressure against his crotch and made circular moments.
As I pressed my bum against Jake’s crotch, I could feel his body respond. At first, I was horrified—I had never intended to arouse him like this, and the realization that I had made him hard in such a confined space was mortifying.
But then, a strange sense of power washed over me. Jake was enjoying this uncomfortable situation just as much as I hated it, and now, the tables had turned. I had his arousal to tease him with, to make him feel just as trapped and frustrated as I had been feeling.
I kept moving my bum in slow, deliberate circles, relishing the feeling of his hardness pressing against me. Jake’s breathing grew ragged; his eyes squeezed shut as if he were trying to fight off the sensation. I couldn’t help but feel a little thrill at the thought of teasing him like this—of making him squirm and writhe in discomfort just as I had been doing.
“Kelly, stop it,” Jake muttered, his voice low and pained. “This isn’t funny.”
But I didn’t listen. I kept moving my bum in circles, letting my hair brush against his face and my breath tickle his ear. Jake’s body was tense beneath me, his hardness throbbing against my bottom as I teased him with every movement.
“Please, stop,” Jake begged, but I could hear the slight hint of pleasure in his voice. He was trying to resist, but his body was betraying him.
I grinned, feeling more in control than I had in hours. I kept moving my bum in circles, my movements becoming more exaggerated as I teased Jake with the feeling of my body pressed against his.
“Kelly, please,” Jake moaned, his voice low and ragged. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Maybe I don’t want to, Jake,” I said, my voice sultry and teasing as I ground my hips against him. “I want to see how far I can push you.”
He leaned towards my ear and whispered, “I don’t care that your my sister I could just fuck you. Lift a little for a bit.”
I looked to see if our parents were looking, but they seemed too absorbed in their conversation. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I considered Jake’s suggestion.
I lifted my hips slightly, just enough to create a small gap between Jake’s body and the seat. I felt him, and on the bottom of my dress, he lifted it slightly, and he slid my panties to the side. I heard his zipper, and he then guided me slowly back down on his cock.
I let out a soft gasp as I felt Jake’s cock press against my pussy, the sensation almost overwhelming. I had never been this close to him, let alone in such an intimate way.
Jake’s grip on my hips was firm, holding me in place as he began to move inside me. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, the feeling of his cock inside me almost too much to bear. I couldn’t believe this was happening—that I was having sex with my brother in the back seat of a car.
But even as the shock of the situation hit me, I couldn’t deny the intense pleasure building inside me. Jake’s cock was thick and long, filling me up in a way I had never experienced before. Every thrust was met with a soft moan, my body responding to the feeling of him inside me.
The car hit another bump, and Jake’s grip on my hips tightened. I could feel the car bouncing around us, the movement adding to the intensity of the sex. Jake’s thrusts became more urgent, his body moving in a steady rhythm as he pounded into me.
“Turn the radio up, Dad,” Jake said as I slowly slid up and down him, trying to be quiet.
I nodded, biting my lip as Jake’s thrusts became more insistent. The feeling of his cock inside me was almost too much to bear, the pleasure building inside me like a dam about to burst.
Jake’s grip on my hips was firm, holding me in place as he drove himself deeper into me. The car jolted over another bump, and Jake’s thrusts became more urgent, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body.
“Fuck, Kelly, you feel amazing,” Jake muttered, his voice low and strained. I could hear the passion in his voice, the sheer desire to make me scream with pleasure.
The music from the radio drowned out the sound of our breathing, but I could still feel Jake’s cock pounding into me. I moved with him, our bodies in sync as we reached the same intense climax.
The pressure was building inside me, every thrust pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Jake’s breathing was ragged, his hips moving in a frantic rhythm as he tried to push me over the edge.
I let out a soft moan, my body tensing as the orgasm crashed through me. Jake groaned, his body stiffening as he followed me over the edge. The pleasure was intense, like a tidal wave crashing over us both. As I bounced on him, he pressed his face into my back to muffle his grunts as he came.
“Ungh, fuck,” he moaned and grunted silently.
Jake slumped against me, his body spent from the exertion. I leaned against him, feeling the exhaustion wash over me.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies still tangled together. I could feel Jake’s heart pounding against my back, the evidence of our illicit encounter still inside me.
I slightly lifted as his cock fell out and a bit of cum. I adjusted my panties and let him put his cock away before sitting back down.
“Feel better,” I said, smiling.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his voice low and regretful. “But… I can’t deny how good it felt.”
I nodded, my own feelings mirroring his. “Neither can I,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.
We sat in silence for a moment, both lost in thought. But even as the regret of our actions lingered, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of connection between us. Jake and I had always been close, but this encounter had brought us even closer—it had created a bond that I knew would last a lifetime.
The car hit another bump, and Jake’s hand gripped mine. I laced my fingers through him, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. At that moment, I knew that no matter what happened in the future, Jake would always be there for me—a constant source of comfort and support.
As the car pulled into the campsite, Jake and I slipped out of the backseat, our bodies still tangled together. Mom and Dad were too busy unloading the car to notice, but I don’t think I would have cared even if they had.
Jake and I had shared something unique that would bind us forever. And even as we went our separate ways, I knew we would always have that memory to reflect on—a reminder of our special bond.
The end.
