Date: Mon, 11 Sep 2023 18:34:51 -0500 From: Krisje Mastres Subject: Vibrations: A Bumpy Car Ride Saga Vibrations: A Bumpy Car Ride Saga By Kristje [This story is a work of fiction, written by an adult, and the narrator's claims to be underage are a storytelling device. This story contains sexually explicit and incestuous content involving minors and is for adults only.] I'm Steffan, and I'm 13 years old. Since I was 11, I've always secretly liked riding in the car, for, I know, a weird reason. Please don't tell anyone. It feels really good...down there. Like...on my balls and underneath them on that skin. Bumpy roads and the vibrations in the seat feel like static down there. It spreads out past my balls and into my peen. It gets really hard and starts flexing on its own without me touching it. And my butthole too. I know it's super weird, but it's so sensitive back there. At the end of the ride, I feel warm and sweaty all over in a good way. Like I've been refreshed from head to toe. The first time I felt that good feeling, I was 11, and my parents and me were going to my grandparents' house, who live about an hour away. I was just reading a book and minding my own business when it started to feel like I was being lightly massaged down there, electricity pulsing out from it down my legs and into my peen, which got as hard as it had ever been. I'd opened my waistband to look at it, confused at what was happening at first. Alone in the back seat, I started thrusting my hips back and forth against the leather. I was panting and letting out light moans from the intensity, and my whole body was shaking so much I couldn't keep my hands and legs still. But my reverie was interrupted. My mom suddenly turned down the radio and asked what I was doing, snapping me back to my senses and making me realize I was being super weird. Since then I've gotten smarter and improved my poker face so I won't get myself in trouble. When I know I'm going for a long ride, I wear loose gym shorts with no underwear. The seat I choose is also very important. The far back left. I cannot under any circumstances ride shotgun. On my 13th birthday, my parents informed me we'd be taking a five hour drive to Arizona to see the Grand Canyon, and my favorite cousin Elias would be coming with us. He was 16, and everything about him was perfect and took my breath away. He had a head of blond hair that shone in the sun and bright blue eyes. He worked out a lot to play football and had ripped muscles, and he was always so nice to me. Whenever I was around him, I got a warm feeling inside and wished we could be even closer. I wished I could live with Elias and have him be my brother instead of the arsehole Kjell, also 16, who always stole from me and hit me, along with not being as pleasant to look at. *** We left at 4 in the morning for some stupid reason, and I was a zombie that blacked out everything up until getting in the car, but still managed to execute my plan. I was wearing the long t-shirt I wore to bed, baggy gym shorts, no underwear, and no shoes and socks. Five hours of heaven minus whatever I would sleep through. Kjell kept flicking stuff at my face and wouldn't let me get back to sleep though. He denied it when I told on him, and we were already starting our vacation with a fight. But then we picked up Elias and things got way better. He climbed in the back between us. We were cramped back there just the way I hoped. I smelled his body spray and leaned against him as much as I could without being suspicious. It wasn't long before my peen started to grow and get hard. I'd never done any of this so close to someone and didn't know if I could actually keep it secret. I pretended to read a book, my heart pounding in fear as I started to feel the tingy massage starting, my hunk of a cousin pressing into me too. The road was too flat, too new, and I was too scared to enjoy it. But then, about 20 minues later, Elias announced he was hot and pulled his shirt right off, revealing his bulging pecs and abs, lightly moist with sweat. Never had I been so close to the goods, and I couldn't help turning my head to look, not noticing I was breathing hard and salivating. He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "You can take yours off too if you're hot." I looked over at Kjell, and he was asleep with his earbuds in. I was trembling and couldn't stop shaking, my penis flexing before we'd even got to a suitable road. I knew Elias wasn't stupid, and he could feel my fear at the very least. And indeed, he whispered, "It's okay. You're young. You aren't as big yet." I pulled my shirt up and over my head, feeling a pleasantly cool breeze on my bare chest. I threw my shirt behind me into the trunk area, and Elias wordlessly put his arm around me again. My heart was pounding. I was still shaking. I looked down, and erection was hidden by the baggy folds of my shorts and being hit by gusts coming in through my leg holes that almost made me gasp from their combination with being touched by my hunk of a cousin. I closed my eyes and desperately tried to perfect my poker face, but felt myself slowly slipping away and becoming more aroused and more out of control. Elias pulled me closer so my cheek rested against his chest and started gently started massaging below my ribcage with his fingertips. He had to be feeling my quick heartbeat. I was mortified. It was still dark through the windows, but the sun was just beginning to come up. And then, the moment I'd been waiting for finally happened, but at the worst possible time. We'd gotten to a very degraded and bumpy part of the interstate, sending constant vibrations up my seat and into the most sensitive part of my body, covered only by a baggy piece of fabric. Each surge went up my already-strained peen, causing it to twitch and rub its sensitive head against my shorts. Elias' hand on me turned into another conduit of pleasure, a warmth that started there and radiated straight down into my shorts from another direction. The intensity was rapidly building up and out of my control. I let out an involuntary squeak, and my breaths turned ragged as I tried desperately to silence them. My legs were both shaking, and I couldn't stop them. "You like that?" whispered Elias. He moved his fingers down past my bellybutton, his moist arm now around me and sending his musk straight into my nose. That was all it took to push me the rest of the way over. I let out a long moan and then another as my entire body tensed up and felt weightless, then all released at once in a moment of bliss. My penis began twitching out of control in my shorts, and I could feel something warm and wet coming out of it. I'd never felt anything like that before and came down from it wondering only how I could get back there again. I never wanted to leave my cousin's arm, thinking he was the key to it all. He rubbed my tummy, and I put my hand over his. "Damn," he whispered. That was all he had to say and summed it up pretty well. Damn. And then, in one last act that floored me with excitement, he moved my hand, which had been pressed between us, to his own crotch and pressed it down into his leg through the fabric, where his long and very hard snake rested. He exhaled deeply at my touch and then released my hand. "Think I can get there on just the vibrations?" He snickered. I smiled, wondering if he meant exactly what I just did, but wasn't sure. I looked over at Kjell, and he was fast sleep, drooling, with a huge boner bulging out of his shorts. I slipped my hand into my own shorts, not bothering to be secret anymore, and came out with a white slimy fluid that had gotten all over in there. It had come out of me. It wasn't pee. Was it sperm? It had to be. What a way to find out I was now capable of making a baby, not that I wanted to any time soon. Elias laughed when he saw it on my hand and grabbed my arm, moving it to his mouth before I could object, then licked it off my fingers. He clicked his tongue as he ate it. "Did you have pineapple lately?" I stuck out my own tongue at him. "No, did you?" I could tell we were going to have a lot of fun sharing a cabin this week.