Just Follow Your Instincts

Story codes: Mf, inc, cons

The following is a work of fiction.

Part 1 of 2

When I was nineteen, I took a trip out west and spent the summer.
The reason for the trip was to get some field experience and make
some money at the same time. I had just finished my first year at
college and had the opportunity to spend most of the summer
working with a real geologist in an uninhabited area out west.
There would be some hard work and a lot of camping, both of which
I enjoyed, but I would also get some college credits. A big win
all the way around.

I actually took this trip with my younger sister, for reasons I
will explain. I have been keeping track of the events in my life
for some time, documenting them in a journal. I particularly like
to write about trips I take. You never know what might be
interesting to you years later. In fact, I have taken this
particular journal down from the shelf and read it many times
over the past few years.

A lot of important events had occurred in our family in the year
that lead up to this trip. My parents had started construction on
a new house the previous fall. They had already sold our old
house and were renting it back until the spring. At that point,
they planned to move into the new house. Since this would have
been shortly before I returned home for the summer, there would
be no problem having enough room. However, they had to move to an
apartment because the new house caught fire and burned to the
ground before it was finished. At least we didn't lose any of our
things.

Shortly after the fire, my mother had a back operation and was
put in a body cast for six months. Dad was spending all of his
spare time getting the construction site cleaned up and
construction started again. Since my sister was in school, my
aunt moved in to take care of mom. That made things awfully
crowded in the little apartment.

Oh yes. My sister. Christine. My sister is several years younger
than me. I hardly knew her until that summer, since we were so
far apart in age. Until that Summer, we almost never did anything
together, unless it was a family event. She had her friends and I
had mine.

Things were not going well between her and our parents. My dad
called me at school several times that winter to complain that
Christine was being very obstinate and difficult. I thought she
was just going through the stages of being a teenager. Dad didn't
think so. He said I never went through that kind of phase. Who
knows, maybe I still will.

Christine had started dressing in black, gothic looking clothes
and began staying in her room most of the time, being
uncommunicative and anti social. Chris even dropped out of
sports. She had been the captain of the cross country team and
was an excellent soccer player. 

She started wearing makeup that made her face look deathly white
and her lips black. When she started bugging dad to let her get a
tattoo and some piercings, he just about lost it. He wouldn't
even tell me where it was she wanted the piercings.

What really topped things off was when she began insisting that
everyone call her Sarah. We often called my sister Chris, or
Chrissy, or even Teen but her name, Christine, had a lot of
significance for mom and dad. They had named me and my sister
after dad and his sister. Dad's sister was only two years older
than him, and as a result, they were very close. In fact, it was
my Aunt Christine that came to stay with mom while she
recuperated from her back surgery. It was Chris's insistence that
we call her Sarah that made dad the maddest.

Anyway, about the trip. Even though I had two weeks from the end
of school until my job started, I planned to leave as soon as I
could when I got home from school. There really wasn't any room
for me to stay in the small apartment and having one more person
around would just add stress for my mom. Despite the fact I would
have to do a lot of driving, I was looking forward to the trip. I
planned to take advantage of being out west by doing some site
seeing along the way.

So, with everything that was going on at home, I volunteered to
take Chris with me as I drove out to my job. She would stay with
me a few days after we arrived, and then fly home. Chris didn't
seem to object to the idea. At the time, I figured she just
wanted to get out of the house and away from mom and dad. Maybe
she thought she could talk me into letting her get tattooed and
pierced. I think mom and dad were relieved that she had someone
to supervise her for at least part of the summer. As for me, I
could use the company for the drive and it wouldn't hurt to get
to know Chris a little better. After all, she was my sister.
Little did I know how much I would get to know her.

We left on Monday June 7. We finally got underway, with a stack
of maps, automobile club guide books, travelers checks, one of
dad's gasoline credit cards, camping gear, and Chris's clothes.
We got a much later start than I had hoped, but what the heck, I
had two weeks. I drove 340 miles before stopping at a motel in St
Louis. My sister was in a stupor the whole day, must have spoken
a total of three words. For example, I would say, "Want some
lunch?" and her response was, "Whatever." When we did stop for
food, she complained that they didn't have anything she could
eat. I gave her every opportunity but she would not speak up and
tell me where she wanted to eat. When she did order something
that she thought she might like, she just picked at it and
complained to the waitress. I was beginning to see why dad was
going crazy.

On the second day, things were not any better. I never realized
how long it takes a female to get ready, even though she will be
in the car all day and no one will see her. Face makeup takes
most of the time, then she wraps herself in black clothing with
lots of chains and metal bracelets and sleeps all day. I thought
she might like a nice meal at a good restaurant for dinner, but
she sent her food back three times and was snotty to the waiter.
This will be great training for when I get married. I drove 495
miles, ten hours on the road but the longest driving day is yet
to come. We stayed in a campground that night outside Jackson
Mississippi, but in one of their little cabins, not in a tent.

On the evening of the third day, I checked us into a nice hotel
in New Orleans. It was several blocks from the French Quarter so
it was cheaper and easier to get a room. We had driven only 178
miles but we got a late start and besides, I wanted to spend some
time here. In the evening, I took Chris to dinner in a small
place on Bourbon Street. I enjoyed my cochan de lait but she
picked at her meal as usual. It was dark by the time we left the
restaurant so the street had come alive with music and the
evening crowd. I was just about set to enjoy the sight of all the
lovely young women baring their breasts when I lost sight of
Chris.

She was no where to be seen. I tried standing on the steps
leading into the shops, even climbed a little way up a lamp post.
Still no sign of Chris. I searched up and down a few of the side
streets but eventually I had no choice but to go back to the
hotel and maybe contact the police. All I could think about were
the drunk and disorderly men that would want to get a piece of
her, and knowing her, she just might let them!

Of course she was at the hotel when I got there. She made some
excuse about getting lost and then getting scared so she came
back to the only place she knew was safe. Well, I had to give her
that, although I was still upset about losing my evening of
observing all those naked breasts.

We stayed one more night in New Orleans then drove on to San
Antonio, Texas. I had intended to camp but the drive was about
550 miles. It was the longest drive so far, so I checked us into
a small motel. I was starting to get tired and edgy because of
the long drives on the road with no one but "The Sphinx." I was
short with Chris in the lobby but she was acting so strange,
almost like I was threatening her. Once in the room, I offered to
take her somewhere to get something to eat but she wanted to stay
in so I ordered a pizza. While we waited on the pizza, she kept
picking up the phone like she was going to call someone, but she
hung up whenever the guy at the front desk would answer.

About two minutes after the pizza delivery guy left, there was
another knock on the door. I peeked through the peep hole and saw
two policemen standing there. I let them in and Chris again went
into one of her strange acts. I was starting to get used to her
antics but this wasn't a good time for one of her acts. Not in
front of the police. The guy at the desk had picked up on her act
and decided that I had kidnapped her. He called the police and
they arrived, demanding an explanation. When I tried to explain,
Chris denied everything. The police were about to put the
handcuffs on me when she broke out in laughter.

She confessed to the charade, but they didn't think it was funny.
Eventually, they called dad and of course he began to worry that
something really was wrong. Finally, we got it all straightened
out.

She was still thinking this was kind of fun until the policeman
in charge asked her, "Do you see any of us laughing?" Then he
threatened to handcuff her and take her downtown until he was
sure everything was cleared up. She finally started to worry a
little, and when he had the door to the room open, ready to put
her in the squad car, she broke into tears. I think she finally
got the picture, how serious this was.

The next day we checked out of the hotel and went to a
campground. We got to see a lot of San Antonio, spent some time
in the parks and along the river walk. That night Chris spilled
her water bottle in the tent and soaked both our sleeping bags,
so about two o'clock in the morning we ended up sleeping in the
car. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep.

The next day we drove to El Paso, Texas, a distance of 582 miles.
It was a good twelve hours on the road so I was bushed. We ate a
quick dinner and went to bed. I don't think there was much to see
in El Paso anyway.

In the morning, we set out for Tucson, Arizona, about 300 miles
away. I planned to camp there two nights so we could spend a full
day looking around. After we had driven about 150 miles, Chris
announced that she had left her bag at the motel. Even though I
believed it was an honest mistake, I lost my patience. The car
skidded to a stop in the gravel and I pounded my fists against
the steering wheel. If it had been just a tooth brush or even a
hair dryer, I would have just bought her a new one at the next
town. But her entire bag?! I wanted to say, "One more stunt like
that and I'm sending you home in a wooden box!" but I didn't.
Instead I turned the car around, drive back the 150 miles, picked
up her bag, and retraced the miles again.

She was quiet in the car the rest of the day. She normally didn't
say much, so I mean she was unusually quiet. We set up camp then
ate dinner at an Irish   Spanish restaurant in downtown Tucson.
The next day we went to the Arizona Sonora Desert Museum, the
Saguaro National Monument, Mount Lemon, and the Titan Missile
Silo Museum.

That night, Chris got up at about 2am and headed for the
bathroom. I heard her unzip the her sleeping bag, then the tent.
As I lay there half asleep, I heard a terrible crash and a
wailing noise that could only come from Chris.

Of course she didn't take a flashlight like I had instructed, so
she had wandered off the path on her way to the bathroom and
tripped and fell into a patch cactus. As a result, she woke up
the neighboring campers, sprained both wrists, and developed an
extremely bad rash on her hands and arms. This took the rest of
the night to get fixed up at the local emergency room.

She came away with her arms bandaged from her fingers to her
elbows. It was pretty clear I would now have to feed her along
with everything else. She couldn't use her hands and couldn't
bend her elbows.

We were now ten days into the trip. It was June 15. I wanted to
get to Durango, Colorado by the end of that day so we could catch
the Durango to Silverton train at 9am on Thursday. We got an
early start okay, but I had driven only about 100 miles when all
of a sudden Chris started to cry. She was crying very hard so at
first it was difficult to understand what she was saying. When I
figured out that she was saying, "I'm bleeding!" I jerked the car
off the road and screeched to a stop. The crying went on unabated
so it was a little while before I figured out she was having her
period.

I was at a total loss as to what to do. Up until this time, all
the girls I had known even remotely intimately had never
discussed the details of their periods. I had the opportunity to
watch one of them remove her tampon one time, but only one time.
That was it. The sum total of my experience with this type of
thing.

I knew she would be unable to do very much for herself with her
hands bandaged the way they were so I asked her if it was alright
if I helped her. The crying lessened and she nodded yes. However,
when I asked her where her tampons and pads were she said between
sobs that she didn't bring any. So, she was totally unprepared.

I grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the back seat and,
unfastening her pants, I slipped them inside her pants down to
cover her crotch. Fortunately, she had been wearing less and less
of her chains and metal paraphernalia so it was easier to get her
pants unfastened. I was hoping that would suffice for the time it
would take to find a place to buy some supplies.

I drove off and when we got to the next town, I stopped at one of
those big discount stores that seem to be springing up
everywhere.  I parked out at the edge of the parking lot, went in
and bought tampons (medium size, I didn't know), pads (medium
again), baby wipes, and three dark brown towels. Back at the car,
I got the sheet out of my pack and I spread it out across the
back seat. Then, using the tent and some water bottles for
weights, I positioned one edge of the sheet in the shelf of the
back window. I told Chris to get out of the car so I could throw
the contents of the back seat onto the front seats.

With both of us now in the back seat, I spread the sheet across
the top of us and tucked the loose edge under the head rests of
the front seats. That left us under a little makeshift tent in
the back, out of sight of anyone that might be close by. She was
crying again, not as hard as before. I explained that I was going
to pull her pants down, she responded by saying I should take
them off. I spread one of the towels beneath her butt and
unfastened her pants.

When she was naked from the waist down, I opened the box of
tampons and took one out. I felt like a doctor and tried to treat
her that way by not staring too much at her. However, it was
impossible not to notice how sexy she was, the small wisps of
pubic hair, the large soft labia. I carefully spread her outer
lips, then her inner lips, and when I found her entrance, I tried
to insert the tampon. It was slow going. I wished I had bought a
smaller size. When I finally got it in, I turned around and
stretched out on the seat beside her. I pulled her close and
waited for her crying to stop. She has been such a shit so far
this trip but she looked so innocent and vulnerable lying there,
almost completely at my mercy.

I must have dozed off myself. I woke up to find her stroking my
hair. Her makeup was a mess, most of it smeared on my new flannel
shirt. Fortunately, she hadn't been wearing quite as much the
last couple days.

I offered to let her sleep a while in the back but she didn't
want to. Once I was sure she was okay, we put the stuff from the
front onto the back seat. I went back into the store and bought a
box of small size tampons. Then we set off again and even though
I had to change her tampon several times, we made it to Durango
in plenty of time before dark.

The next morning we rode the narrow gauge train from Durango to
Silverton. I changed her tampon and stuffed her panties with pads
just before we headed for the train, hoping that it would do
until we got off the train. Fortunately, it did.

This train ride was one of the main attractions for me on this
trip. I had been looking forward to it for a long time. It was
everything I expected it to be and more. We got to Silverton
around noon and after lunch we checked into the Wyman Hotel. Then
we spent the afternoon wandering around town. For some reason,
Chris was calm and talkative, so I took a chance that she might
like one of the special candlelight dinners at the hotel.

It turned out to be a great idea. The meal was perfect and so was
the evening. Chris wanted to know about the job I was headed to,
so we talked a lot about that. She wanted to know what I would be
doing, how I would do it, and why.

I was glad to tell her all about it. You see, a lot of what we
know, or think we know, about the Earth is based on assumptions,
assumptions about how long it takes for things to happen and
assumptions about the effect of natural forces over long periods
of time. For instance, we think we know approximately how old the
Grand Canyon is based on what we know about erosion and the
heating and cooling effects of the sun on the rock. But we don't
know for sure, especially about the long term effects of the
sun.

A geology professor from Colorado had obtained some grant money
to study heating and cooling of rock surfaces and he contacted me
to see if I would be willing to help him collect some data from
some canyon walls in the west. Since it involved some rock
climbing and repelling, he wanted someone younger to undertake
that part. That's where I came in. I would be the one placing the
sensors on the rock walls. For once, Chris seemed genuinely
interested in something and asked a lot of intelligent
questions.

After dinner and a short walk, we headed for the room. I dropped
into bed after my shower and Chris went in to take hers. I chose
the bed furthest from the TV in case she wanted to watch
something before sleeping. However, when she came out of the
bathroom, she came up to me and said, "You're on my side."

I thought, "Why doesn't she sleep in her own bed?" but I was
simply too tired to think much of it or to say anything about it.
So, since I was lying on the bed facing out, I simply rolled over
and slid across to the other side. She surprised me by sliding in
and snuggling up close to my back. I could feel the tips of her
nipples like sharp points on my back and then she put her arm
across my shoulder and kissed my neck.

I could feel her breath on my neck. I lay there for a few more
moments taking it all in before rolling over to face her. Neither
of us spoke for the longest time. We just stared into each
other's eyes. I just couldn't believe we were lying there like
that. I took off my shirt and pulled her closer. I let my hands
drift down her body and when I discovered she was nude, I took
off my pajamas.

From there on, it became kind of hazy, everything moving in slow
motion, each one inching slowly forward, exploring more brazenly,
trying to find the spots and movements that the other liked. It
was as if we were driven by instinct.

I have to admit, after having sex with her, I had to forgive her
for all her past iniquities. Sex with Christine that night was
the most enjoyable thing I had ever experienced. I think over in
my mind the other girls I have had sex with: Linda was first, and
second; then a few times with Merry; Shirley maybe six times;
then Jane once; finally, Mindy at college. Out of all of these
girls, I would not trade a week in bed with one of them for one
night in bed with my sister Christine.

I woke in the morning to the sound of water running in the
bathroom. Chris came out and went straight to the phone. When she
picked it up I asked her who she was calling. She turned away
from me and said, "Dad." By the way she was acting, I figured she
was going to tell him I raped her. I figured I better get ready
for this so I went into the bathroom to get my morning relief..
When I came out she handed me the phone and said, "He wants to
talk to you."

"Dad?"

"Son, listen, I understand Christine wants to spend some more
time with you on your trip. I know she is a big bother and I told
her I don't know if you can work it out with Professor Hinton."

I tried to work something in when he stopped, "Dad, it's .." but
he went on.

"Son, it would really help me out. The insurance company won't
let us proceed with the clean up until they finish their
investigation and your Mother has just started to turn the corner
in her recovery."

"Dad, if she wants .."

"Now, if you need more money, I'm sure she will need different
clothes for the field, just use part of your money and I'll wire
some to the University before your trip back."

"Dad .."

"Son, it would be really great if you can work it out."

"Okay dad. It really shouldn't be a problem."

End of Part 1 of 2

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