Island Fever 5: Family Ch. 20
Date: 5/18/2017, Categories: Diary, Straight Sex, Spanking, Teen, Voyeur, Author: JeremyDCP, Source: sexstories.com
[[[-IF5-P20.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 5: Family Written by: JeremyDCP M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 20: "Mini" ------------------------------------------- -*- Sunday, April 3, 2016 -*- -*- Lommedalen, Norway -*- The Norwegian scenery zoomed by and shined in all of its glory. It is difficult to describe the sheer beauty of it all; the bright green hills sloping into crystal blue lakes, with picturesque cottages nestled here and there. The view was _astonishing_. From the dense pine forests to the east, near the Swedish border, to the serrated fjords splitting isolated inlets and tranquil bays in the west, the rugged snow-draped mountains of the north glistening under the Midnight Sun in the summertime, and to the flat, coastal lowland here in the south, Norway was as diverse as it was stunning. "The dream is not about working out of a home office. It’s about working out of a home business fort." "Home forts are easy," I said in response to Alison, whose sneaker-clad feet were resting upon the dashboard of the vintage 1987 _Ferrari F40_ - one of my prized vehicles - as I sped along the Norwegian countryside on this lovely Sunday afternoon. "Just a matter of rearranging the sofa cushions." I glanced over and snuck a peek at Alison's taut, little hips in her stonewashed denim jeans as she reached into her purse and fished out her cell phone. My eyes focused on her smallish, humble breasts for a split-second, concealed by a Cincinnati Reds ... hoodie jacket, as she then flipped open her phone and began furiously tapping away on its keypad. I returned my gaze to the road in front of us, but still stole quick glances of the charming young blonde seated in the passenger seat alongside me. There was a smile upon Alison's face, so I did not inquire what exactly she was doing until the message was typed out. But, I was curious. "You texting again?" "Yeppers," Alison replied. "Lindsay sent me three texts, all in a row. Let's see... weirdo, creepy rat, and freak. I just texted her back... you looking in a mirror?" I chuckled. Lindsay and Alison were madly in love, but they were also sisters. What that meant was that they enjoyed tormenting and teasing each other from time to time. It had been that way between them, apparently, their entire lives. "I cannot believe Lindsay called you a creepy rat." I began laughing harder. "Not the dreaded creepy rat!" "I know, right?" Alison countered quickly, giggling. But then, Alison leaned over and rested her head upon my shoulder and curled her left arm around my right elbow. I felt a sense of sheer warmth and devotion cascade all throughout me at once. Alison was quickly becoming irreplacable to me. "You tired, honey?" "No," she answered, reaching up and ruffling my hair with her other hand. "I just like being close to you." My eyes went wide, a smile forming on my lips, as she pecked my cheek with a kiss and then settled the side of her face upon my shoulder even deeper than before. "I ...