Chapter 10

Dusk was settling over the mountains as they approached Vail Pass. Chuck had to stop behind a line of traffic, and he muttered a curse under his breath.

T wonder what the hell is going on now. It isn't uncommon for snow slides to close the road in winter, but this is early summer, for Pete's sake!"

"I'll see if I can see anything," Jessica said. She got out and climbed into the bed of the pickup and said, 'Traffic is backed up as far as I can see, Uncle Chuck. It's moving on the other side, but it's down to one lane."

"You might as well get back in," he said. "We'll have to turn around and go back to Denver."

She got back in the cab and said, "What gives?"

"I just talked to a guy on the CB, and he said that a tanker sideswiped a van, and both of them turned over and blocked the highway. The tanker was carrying molasses and the van was carrying tennis balls, and both of them split open."

Jessica guffawed. "So, now there are tennis balls and molasses spilled everywhere."

"You got it," Chuck said. "It's going to take hours to get it cleaned up, and I'm not going to sit here and twiddle my thumbs."

She knew what they could do, but he probably wouldn't cotton to the idea, not stuck in traffic with cars and people all around them. Maybe he wouldn't cotton to it all, but going back to Denver would ruin her chance of finding out.

"If we go back to Denver, Uncle Chuck, we're going to waste an awful lot of time. There's an off ramp about a hundred feet behind us. Can you get to it?"

"Yeah, I probably can, but it's a secondary road. There aren't any roads around the pass, so it wouldn't do any good."

"Well, there must be some little towns along the road, and little towns have at least one or two motels. We can spend the night here, and go on in the morning."

"Now, why didn't I think of that?" He gave her a big smile. "You're pretty smart, for your age."

"I didn't know that you'd been driving almost two hours with your eyes closed," she quipped.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Look at me, Uncle Chuck. Do you see a kid?"

He looked at her several long moments, then said, "No, I guess I don't."

He jockeyed the pickup around and drove on the shoulder back to the exit ramp and joined a long line of vehicles whose drivers had the same idea. An hour and a half later, they still hadn't found a motel with a vacancy, but the traffic had thinned to a trickle.

A few minutes later, Jessica saw a small motel with the vacancy sign lit. "There's one, Uncle Chuck."

He slowed and looked the place over quickly, then said, "It's a hot sheet motel. We can't stay there. We'd be almost to Denver if we hadn't come on this wild goose chase."

"If a bullfrog had wings, he wouldn't bump his ass every time he hops," she said dryly. "Pull in. If you want to sleep in the truck, that's your choice, but I'm going to sleep in a bed, and I don't care how hot the sheets are, as long as they're clean."

"That's doubtful," he grumbled, but he pulled into the parking lot and stopped. "Wait here, I'll go in and see what they've got." He came back a few minutes later, looking dour. "They've got one room left, with a double bed. We might as well see if there's anything down the road."

"Well, I don't suppose twin beds are very common in hot sheet motels," she said as she opened the door and got out and took her suitcase out of the back.

"Jessica," he said doubtfully, "we can't stay here."

"Sure we can," she replied. "I'm all grown up, Uncle Chuck, and I know the facts of life."

"You sure as hell are all grown up," he said.

"Well, at least you admit it," she laughed. "Come on, we'll work it out. You stay on your side of the bed and I'll stay on my side, and if we happen to bump each other during the night, I don't suppose the world will end. It does have a bathroom, doesn't it?"

"Oh, I'm sure it does."

"Yeah, that's essential in such a place, I guess." She gave him a big smile. "Come on, it will be okay. You can even brag to your buddies that you slept with your niece and let them wonder what kind of guy you are."

"Don't make it worse than it is," he grumped.

She walked into the room ahead of him and turned on the lights and looked around, at the mirrors on the walls and ceiling and the big water bed. Everything was decorated in red, and the lights were purposefully dim.

"So," she said softly, "this is what the inside of an X-rated motel looks like." She spotted the TV and went across the room toward it.

"Jessica, don't," he said quickly. "That isn't a normal TV."

She picked up the remote control and turned the TV on. "It looks pretty normal to me."

"It's closed circuit, and shows only porno movies."

"So, I've seen skin flicks before." She flipped through the half-dozen channels and stopped on one showing a couple fucking. "Nice cock, but he's wearing socks! Only a nerd keeps his socks on."

"You sound like you know all about it," Chuck said.

"I know quite a bit," she chuckled, "but I'm still learning. I've always thought learning was so much fun." She left the TV on, much to his consternation, and wandered around the room. "The bed is big enough that we don't have to touch, unless we want to."

"You look like you're nineteen, but you don't talk like you're nineteen," he said.

"Only my body is nineteen, Uncle Chuck. My mind is a lot older." She stopped at the door and read the sign on the back. "Oh, look, this says there's an indoor swimming pool and a Jacuzzi on the back of the motel. Check-out time is ten, so I guess we won't have to get up at the crack of dawn."

She set her suitcase on the bed and took out her personal items and carried them into the bathroom, and he watched, wondering what he'd gotten himself into. They should have gone back to Denver, where she could sleep in her own bed and he could sleep on the couch or something.

She came out of the bathroom and said, "You didn't bring a suitcase, did you?"

"I expected to be back in Grand Junction by now," he replied.

"I've got two toothbrushes, if you want to use one." He frowned, and she chuckled. "Okay, so you don't want to share my germs. I don't have anything contagious, but it's up to you. I saw a little convenience store about a quarter mile back down the road. You can probably get a toothbrush there. You can use one of my disposable razors in the morning. A new one," she chucked again, "not one that I've shaved my legs with."

"I'll be back in a few minutes," he said.

"Oh, see if they've got any wine," she said. "If we're going to be here all night with nothing to do but watch skin flicks and try to avoid touching each other, we ought to have something to drink. Besides, wine helps me sleep."

"We aren't going to watch skin flicks," he said firmly as he went out the door.

"Don't forget to call Aunt Laura," she said just before the door closed.

When he came back, she was wearing her robe, and he breathed an inward sigh of relief. At least she'd put on her pajamas or whatever while he was gone.

"They didn't have wine," he said, "but they did have some cheap champagne, so I got a bottle and some plastic glasses."

"How nice," she said, "you think of everything. I got a bucket of ice from the machine down the hall. Put the bottle in it, and I'll have some when I get back."

His eyes widened in alarm. "Back from where?

There's no place around here you can go."

"I'm going to try the Jacuzzi. Want to join me?"

"I don't have a bathing suit," he replied, hoping that would put an end to this nonsense.

"I do," she said lightly, "but I didn't want to take the time to dig it out of the bottom of my suitcase." She pulled her robe open wide and gave him a long look. "I'm going to wear my panties. That will be okay, won't it?"

Chuck stared at his nearly naked niece with dismay, his eyes as big as saucers. His jaws flapped several times and his tongue fluttered and darted in and out of his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word.

Eileen knew that she wasn't a raving beauty, but she got by. She put out, eagerly and with gusto. She didn't spread for every guy, just those she liked, but she was very friendly and seldom met a guy who didn't have some redeeming quality. If nothing else, a cock would do, and the size didn't matter too much. She knew how to get the most out all of them.

Moisture seeped into her pussy as she shucked her robe and stepped into the whirlpool. She'd had two guys at once, but never three, and was looking forward to the experience. She visited the motel quite often, and knew that people usually stayed in their rooms during their short stays, so the pool and Jacuzzi didn't get much use.

It didn't make much difference to her anyway.

She liked this place, where she could make out in a water bed and watch herself in all those mirrors. She had something about being watched, and the mirrors gave her that impression. Even if somebody did come in, it would probably be a couple, and they might even join in and they could have a little orgy.

Now that they were bare, Chuck saw that Jessica's tits were bigger than they looked under her blouse, and her long fat nipples protruded from large, light brown areolae. He stared at the heavy mounds with reverence and licked his lips, then suddenly found his voice and blurted, "God damn, Jessica, you can't run around like that!"

Jessica gave him a fake look of innocence and said, "Why not? My panties cover as much as my bikini."

He looked at the shadow of her lush bush under her thin panties and shook his head. "Well, by God if they do, you can't wear your bikini in my town without going to jail. And what about the top, aren't you going to do something about your top?"

"My top?" She faked a puzzled look, then looked at her chest and said, "Oh, you mean my breasts. Is something wrong with them?"

God, no, they're fantastic! He licked his dry lips and swallowed hard a couple of times. "They're bare, Jessica! You can't...put something on, a bra or something."

"Oh, I'm not bashful, Uncle Chuck. Are you going with me?"

"No way," he said quickly.

"Oh, come on, you can wear your shorts. I don't think anybody will care enough to say anything, if there's anybody else even there. They're probably in their rooms, doing what comes naturally in an X-rated motel. Why stay in a place like this if you don't have a little fun?"

"Some people stay in a place like this because they don't have any choice," he said.

"I didn't nag you that much," she laughed. "The sign on the back of the door says that clothing is optional in the pool and Jacuzzi, so I might even be overdressed. See you later."

Chuck stared at the back of the door a few moments, then started undressing. If he didn't go with her, and she got into trouble, his sister would not only blame him, she'd have his head on a cheap brass platter at the next family get-together.