An Eventful Drive to the Cabin by AnotherWhoWrites
Garry pulled his pickup truck over to the curb.
His sister, Allie, was waiting there. She was dressed in a colorful summer dress perfect for the day’s weather. Beside her was her suitcase packed for the long weekend.
Allie and Gary still enjoyed spending time with their parents. Neither she nor Gary were yet married, nor even engaged. At nineteen, it wasn’t so surprising that Allie still wasn’t serious about anyone, but some people thought that Gary, at twenty, maybe should be starting to think about finding someone and settling down.
Whatever.
Gary was looking forward to the weekend. The cabin that their parents had rented was a three-hour drive away so it made sense for Allie and him to share a ride. He actually was looking forward to spending time with her during the trip up there.
And she really looked great in that yellow summer dress.
Gary got out of the cab, gave her a hug and kiss, and put her suitcase in the bed of the truck with his. Allie climbed in and they were off.
Not long after starting out they realized that they were a bit hungry. They stopped briefly for a fast-food lunch and then hit the road again.
Conversation was easy. Gary hadn’t had a chance to spend time with Allie for several months. They caught up on school, their love-lives (or lack of). They ended up just listening to music and enjoying the drive.
As they made their way toward the cabin signs of civilization thinned out. Two hours in and the road now wound through sage brush and the beginnings of a sparse forest.
“Gary?” Allie said.
“Yeah?”
“Um. I feel like I really need to pee. It’s that coke I had at lunch. I shouldn’t have up-sized it. Do you think there’s a place up ahead we can stop?”
“Check your phone. I’m really not familiar with this area. Do you have reception?”
Allie took out her phone. There was reception — barely. She pulled up a local map and investigated the area according to Google.
“Looks like nothing. How far to the cabin?”
“Little over an hour. We’ll reach some civilization as we approach the cabin, and you can probably find a place to go there. Can you make it?”
She considered. “No. I really need to pee. Can you pull over somewhere that’s at least a little secluded?”
He put his hand on her thigh. “Sure.”
A short time later Gary found a pull-out that was somewhat hidden from the road. “I think this is the best we can hope for. OK for you?”
“Yeah. At this point I’m just glad not to be peeing my panties.”
She jumped out and situated herself so that she wasn’t obvious to people who might drive by. It was clear that Gary could still see her, but she hoped he would have the manners not to watch her pee.
She pulled her panties down to her ankles, lifted her dress out of the way, and squatted. She then started to pee trying to aim the stream away from her clothing.
It was such a fucking relief. She really had been on the verge of peeing in her panties before Gary found the spot to pull over.
Unfortunately, Allie had limited experience with peeing in the out-of-doors. While she had been mostly successful at aiming her stream away from her clothing in the beginning, toward the end her stream became less controllable and in the process it drenched the panties at her ankles.
Shit. She should have removed them before starting. Too late now.
Gary sat waiting in the cab. He was sorely tempted to look out the window and watch his sister pee, but he managed to control the urge.
The passenger door opened and Allie climbed into the cab. “Shit. Shit. I got my underwear all wet. It’s drenched. Do you have a baggie or something I can put it in?”
“No. Just throw it on the floor of the cab. We can deal with it later. Are you OK?”
She threw the wet panties on the floor and climbed the rest of the way in. “Yeah I’m fine. Arggh! You’d think I could take a pee without getting it all over myself. Do you have a tissue or something I can use to dab myself?”
“Check the glove compartment. I think there are some napkins in there.”
He started the engine and pulled back out onto the highway.
Allie took a napkin out of the glove compartment. “Keep your eyes on the highway” she said. He glanced over at her.
“The highway mister!”
He laughed and looked straight ahead.
Once she was sure he wasn’t looking, she lifted her dress and used the napkin to dab the moisture from her pubic hair. When she was done, she replaced her dress and threw the napkin on the floor next to her wet panties.
“OK. All better. On to the cabin” she said.
“Yes Sir! Gary responded.”
They listened to music for the next half hour until Allie said “I think I need to put my wet underwear back in the bed of the truck. I’m starting to smell it. Sorry.”
“It might blow away back there. And honestly I don’t mind the smell.”
“You don’t mind the smell of pee-soaked underwear?”
He looked over at her. “There’s a difference between pee-soaked underwear and pee-soaked panties.”
“And what’s that?” she asked.
“Pee soaked panties come from women’s underwear. And anything having to do with a woman’s vagina causes temporary insanity in men and causes them to become aroused.”
“You’re saying that the smell of my wet panties is causing you to become aroused?”
“I cannot lie. I can’t help but think about where that pee came from. And I can’t help but think about the fact that I now know there is no underwear beneath that nice summer dress you’re wearing.”
“That is gross. I’m your sister and you’re telling me that you’re turned on by having my wet panties on the floor of your truck, and by me wearing a dress with no underwear beneath. Seriously?”
“Shameful, I know. But in my defense, you have to understand that I feel like I really don’t have any control over this. Thoughts of your wet panties and uncovered vagina have an effect on me. If that upsets you you’ll have to take it up with Mother Nature. I’m just an innocent victim of her ways, and honestly am quite enjoying it.”
“OK. I’m glad you’re enjoying my panty situation. I’ll blame it on Mother Nature.” She rolled her eyes.
“And what about you? What gifts did Mother Nature give you that arouse you?”
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”
“Come on. You’ve seen porn of some kind. What affects you? You can tell me.”
“Porn? Well seeing pictures of guys with nine-inch erections really doesn’t do it for me.” She looked over at Gary. “Unfortunately, it’s getting harder to avoid seeing pictures like that.”
“He turned to her and smiled. “Harder?”
“Oh you are such a juvenile.”
“So what does do it for you?”
“I’m not sure this is a conversation I want to have with you.”
“Well, we’ve got another half-hour to go. Why not talk about sex?”
“Well obviously because you’re my older brother for one thing.”
“Come on. I admitted there are things about you that get me thinking about sex. Do you ever think about my body?”
“I don’t want to say.”
“Come on. I can tell you want to confess.”
She looked over at him as if giving up.
“In the past, I have sometimes noticed a bulge in you pajamas. I know what causes it, and I might have pictured it later in my weaker moments. OK? Happy? Can we drop it?”