Steady vibrations from the road added a nice backbeat to the rhythm of the lips sliding up and down Jeff's dick. The petite blond nestled between his legs looked up long enough to wink, then went back to her long-distance blowjob.

The van's driver, a longhaired, earth mother beauty, glanced over and smiled, then turned her attention back to the road. How lucky can one guy get? Two sexy girls, one customized van, and no particular place to go. And all thanks to Uncle Hiram.

If not for the sorry piece of shit that was his late, unlamented uncle, he might not be enjoying this moment inside the van. But at least his life outside the van wouldn't be so totally fucked up.

Along the road, thick woods gave way to a clearing with a small, wood-frame church. There was a treeless cemetery nearby filled with an assortment of modest tombstones. The old church stood like a faithful caretaker, worn down after years of service but still ready to perform the ceremonial duties required before those seeking permanent residence in the cemetery could gain admission.

To Jeff Malone, the rural scene brought back more memories of his Uncle Hiram. That was a very bad thing. The church and cemetery were soon out of sight. But he couldn't get what Uncle Hiram had done off his mind.

Hiram Wright was tucked away in his own well-tended burial plot. But Jeff still hated the meddling, self-righteous bastard. Hated how the sanctimonious, child molesting, son-of-a-bitch could reach out of the grave like some deviant ghost and screw up the lives of his family.

He leaned back in the captain's chair. His mood improved as he watched the blonde head bobbing between his bare legs. It belonged to Connie Stewart. Thanks to her elfin figure, the former high school cheerleader and gymnast had no trouble fitting into the van's front passenger knee-well. She'd already spent well over an hour there keeping his cock hard while keeping him on the edge of an orgasm. It was her goal, she'd said this morning, to give him a hundred mile blowjob.

Those miles were being negotiated by, Molly Wright. She was enthroned behind the steering wheel, wearing aviator sunglasses, old sneakers, and a pair of impossibly skimpy shorts that revealed every inch of her long, tanned legs. A safe driver, she was also wearing her shoulder harness. It served double-duty however, by securing the low-cut neckline of her peasant blouse under her magnificent breasts, exposing them to the view of Jeff and passing truckers. While shy most of the time, she let her exhibitionist tendencies run wild on these summer trips.

"Sooner or later, those boobs of yours are going to cause a major smash-up," said Jeff. His words were punctuated by the approving blare of an air horn.

Molly waved at the passing 18-wheeler and then glanced over at him. "Nah. They're a safety feature-wakes the truckers up. And speaking of up, is my baby sister keeping you up and at 'em?"

Connie lifted her head, letting Jeff's cock slide out of her mouth. After giving it a loud kiss, she looked first at him, then over at her half-sister. "Look for yourself. By the way, how many more miles 'til we've made a hundred?"

"About twenty."

"Don't hurry. My jaw's getting a little tired, but that's okay. I love this position. The pillows were such a great idea. I swear they've made it downright cozy and comfortable. Most of all it let's me concentrate on cousin Jeff's delicious candy cane." She laughed at her joke and then began nibbling on the shaft.

Jeff closed his eyes and groaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. In truth, he and Connie weren't cousins. Maybe cousins-in-law if there was such a thing. Molly's father and his mother had been twins. A few months after Molly was born, her father died in a car wreck. In time, Molly's mother remarried. Soon after that, Connie sprang upon the world.

It occurred to Jeff that maybe he could negotiate a quick end to this sweet torture. "I bet we've gone a least a hundred kilometers. That'd give you the European title. I'm not complaining, you understand. This has gotta be every guy's ultimate wet dream. But you've had me on the edge of coming so many times I don't think I can take much more."

Connie grinned, and flicked the tip of her small, pink tongue around the swollen head of his dick. "You know what the coaches always say. When the going gets tough, the tough get blowing." With that, she made a loud, sucking noise and Jeff's aching cock began to vanish back into her mouth.

As he watched the shaft disappearing between Connie's lips, Jeff decided that even if all the sex he was having with these two half-sisters killed him, it was one helluva way to go.

This was the first time anyone else had come along on one of the orgy-odysseys he and Molly took every summer. Although only half-sisters, the two girls were close. Connie had been hinting for years about coming with them. This year, Molly had agreed and joked that it'd be Connie's high school graduation present. But they all knew that wasn't the real reason.

Balling Connie might be fun, but Molly was the only girl in Jeff's life. The two of them began making love back in high school. Unlike many such affairs, theirs had proven to be more than just a matter of hormones and brief opportunity. They were total soul mates and nothing their families tried could keep them apart. After repeated failures, everyone in the family had tacitly accepted the relationship, everyone but Uncle Hiram.

He was the much older brother of Jeff's mother and Molly's late father. To Jeff, the childless bachelor always seemed prissy, moralistic, and judgmental. But he was also hard working, rich and seemed to care so much for his few relatives he never missed a family get-together. It was at one of these weekend gatherings that he stumbled upon Molly and Jeff, his niece and nephew, in the act.

That day wasn't the first time they'd made love. And that may have been part of the problem. Over time, their activities had evolved from playing doctor to very serious make-out sessions. These left them drained and weak-kneed, but not satisfied. Both knew where things were heading. But they arrived sooner than either one had expected.

The next time, however, things were very different. As they counted down the days to the next family weekend, both knew what was going to happen. This knowledge sent the tension and anticipation levels soaring. When the day arrived, they were too horny to wait for the safety of night. And when it happened, the release was so great they couldn't be careful and quiet. That may be why they got caught.

By the time Molly and her family drove up, she and Jeff were almost hyperventilating with barely suppressed passion. It was just mid-afternoon, but neither thought they could wait until it got dark. Leaving the house, they tried to act casual, forcing themselves not to run as they headed toward an old barn now just used for storage.

Their final destination was a small room with boarded up windows that had once been a workshop. It seemed like a perfect spot. The barn was a long way from the house and the room was dry and reasonable clean. Jeff had even supplied it with some old blankets.

Once inside, he switched on the single light above a wall-mounted worktable. By then, Molly was standing in the middle of the room unbuttoning her shirt. Jeff started to do the same, but then realized the door was still open.

He tried to close it with one hand, but the old door wouldn't budge. While hurrying in, they'd shoved it so far open the bottom was jammed. After a short but frustrating struggle, he managed to jerk it loose. Just then, Molly said, "Would you hurry?"

He turned his head in her direction. Dust moats drifted through the sunbeam that came through the half-closed door and shown upon Molly. In that light her nude, impossibly sensual figure seemed to glow. Jeff couldn't stop staring. Her large breasts were beautifully shaped and topped with erect pink nipples. Smooth, round hips lead to legs that seemed to go on forever.

Judging from her coy smile and the look in her big green eyes, she was pleased with his reaction. It was the first time he'd seen her undressed, much less in the light of day. Their groping sessions had always been done with clothes on. Even that first time, Molly had her sweater on and it'd been dark. Now, she looked so damn sexy and desirable, all he could do was stare.

His expression must have been pretty stupid because Molly began to giggle. Then she said, "If it's not too much trouble, would you mind closing the door and getting your clothes off? I want you so much I'm about to melt."

She winked, then turned and headed for the blankets spread out beside the back wall. The sight of her bottom swaying as she walked away was tantalizing, but it didn't keep Jeff from doing as directed.

The door could be shut, but was so warped it couldn't be latched or locked. Jeff didn't care. He pushed it to, cutting out the sunshine. The small light above the workbench created a dim glow that might have seemed almost romantic, but Jeff didn't notice. He kicked off his shoes, stripped off his sweatshirt and jeans and rushed over to join Molly. She was all he cared about or noticed.

"What took you so long," she said, from her spot on the blankets. There was an eager, welcoming smile on her face as she reached up for him. But instead of their two bodies coming together, he stepped back and began to turn away.

"Where are you going?" Molly did not sound happy.

"I, uh, I left the, you know, the rubbers, in my jeans."

A smile spread across her face. "We don't need them, Jeff. Trust me. You're so sweet to worry. But I've been checking the calendar, very carefully. We're safe."

The next time Molly reached out, he slid into her arms. Foreplay was not an option. Neither could wait much longer. After a long kiss, they shifted their positions, then their hips, and moment's later his very eager cock slipped into her very willing pussy.

Their lovemaking was fast, hungry, almost desperate. Within seconds, the excruciating intensity of a long-delayed orgasm took possession of their bodies. Molly let out a sharp scream. Her hips thrust up to meet Jeff, who wanted nothing more than to sink his hard flesh into her very soul.

Even as the waves of that first orgasm ebbed away, they continued making love. Both were young, turned-on, and wanted more. The feel of Molly's body panting under his, the taste of her mouth as their tongues danced back and forth, and the incredible sensation of her pussy wrapped tight around his cock overcame any need for rest and recuperation.

This time they didn't rush—at least not as much. Jeff let Molly set the pace, timing his thrusts to coincide with the rhythm of her movements. A series of small orgasms, each one more powerful than the last, began shaking her body. Although both were inexperienced, when Jeff felt his own passion mounting he knew to set the pace. There was an instinctive harmony between them as he guided their heaving bodies towards another all-consuming climax that left them entangled, spent, breathless and, for the moment, content.

The loud screech of wood scraping against wood interrupted their bliss. Sunshine flooded into the room. The sudden burst of noise and light kicked their hearts into overdrive. Startled, Jeff rolled off Molly and looked at the door. Even with the late afternoon sun behind him, there could no doubt the tall, cadaverous figure belonged to their uncle, Hiram Wright.

Though his hypochondria had long been a family joke, everyone knew he really did have a heart murmur. On the advice of his doctor, he faithfully took a walk every afternoon. Either he'd heard Molly's cry of joy during her first climax or seen them hurrying into the barn and had come to investigate.

At first, no one said anything. Jeff thought maybe he should get up, put on his pants and try to think of something to say. But Molly still had her arm around his neck and wouldn't let go. That restraining pressure caused him to look away from the looming figure in the doorway and down at Molly. What he saw would forever be itched in his mind.

Molly still lay motionless on her back while looking down the length of her nude body at the man standing in the doorway. Her free hand rested near the matted pubic hairs that gave mute testimony to what she and Jeff had just been doing.

She had the composed demeanor of a woman in control of herself and the situation. From her relaxed attitude, it would be easy to assume she didn't care what her uncle saw, thought, or did. But the fingers digging into Jeff's neck told a different story. And while her body looked soft and inviting, he could tell the muscles under that velvet smooth skin were tense and alert.

For all the eroticism of that pose, it was the look in her eyes that held Jeff's attention. In their cold, unblinking stare were mixed contempt, pity, and pure anger. Molly might look like a picture of earthly delight, but Jeff knew better. In reality, she was a tigress, tense, poised, and supremely capable of taking on anyone she considered a threat.

"What are you two doing?" Uncle Hiram had taken one step into the room. Jeff could see the stunned look on his face. He may have spoken to them both, but his gaze was focused on Molly's body.

"What you wanted to do for years, Uncle Hiram, but couldn't." Molly's voice was low, even, and filled with meanings Jeff wasn't sure he wanted to understand.

"What are you talking about, girl?"

"You know, Uncle Hiram, we both do. And I never said anything about it, did I? Of course, I never said yes either. But you didn't push too hard, at least not at first, and I knew from momma how much you'd helped when my Father died. So I did do those other things you taught me, you know, with my hands and mouth, to relieve your strain, that's what you always called it, remember."

By now Jeff was leaning towards Molly, not away, and her death grip had eased. They were in this together. But she never stopped staring at her uncle. "And you hadn't been that bad the last few times, not as demanding. I'd even started thinking you might be getting better. But nothing had changed, except your target. And why was that, Uncle Hiram? Were you tired of me? Was I spending too much time with Jeff? Or I was getting too old, while my little sister Connie had reached the age that really turns you on?"

"That's disgusting. I've never--.

Molly cut off his protest. "You know why Connie's not here, Uncle Hiram? She's staying with friends so she won't have to be around you. Not after what you tried to do the last time. You pushed too--."

Uncle Hiram broke in. "You little slut. Always chasing after other men, even rutting with this boy—your own cousin—and God knows who else. I wouldn't touch you now, or your scrawny sister." For all the bluster, Jeff thought he heard a note of desperation in the man's voice.

Molly's look of disgust never changed. "Connie's not like me. She hasn't learned to roll with the punches or how to go along to get along. I put up with your shit and kept quiet for the sake of my mother and keeping peace in the family. But that was a mistake. Trust me Uncle Hiram, I'll never be quiet again. Things have changed. No man's ever going to touch me again except Jeff. I'm his—if he still wants me after hearing all this."

That's when Jeff knew he loved Molly, not as a favorite cousin, but as the woman he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. For just an instant they looked at one another. He nodded and whispered, "Just forever."