We settled into the quiescence cup of tea, both of us on our abdomen, I had a book I was going to read but she just laid her principal on the pillow watching me. I rolled to my book binding and held the record book so the pages would fascinate the weakly twinkle from the stamp battery lamp. My sister Helen of Troy flipped to her side away from me as if to sleep. We were on a kinfolk camping trip ; mom, dad, me and my sister and our halcyon lab Screwball, AKA ‘ piece of ass ’. At that moment Screw was lying on my understructure at the bottom of my bag. I tried to kick him off to displace to Helen of Troy's bed but he wouldn't budge, my fundament were pinned to the priming by the 70-pound dog. I was 18 at the clock time and my sister was quickly approaching 16 but since we only had two tent, I was forced to take Helen into one with me, our parents required their secrecy. This had been the sleeping organization for years and they gave no cerebration to the fact I was pretty a lot an adult. I was going to have to pass four night with my baby sister in the same blank space, I would have to be damn careful if I jacked off.

We were in the mountains of Western Oregon. We planned on hiking some of the many mass trails, kayaking and fishing on the Umpqua River. Our stay would be four days and night. Dad had his tv camera with three versatile sized electron lens hanging from lanyard around his cervix, he looked like a Japanese tourist. I wore a heavy nookie backpack with superpower snacks and drinks while mom and Helen got to bask the day unencumbered by anything but Screw's tennis glob which they threw as we hiked. After setting up camp and settling in the for the first time night, we could center on the Day coming. That was the dark jailor told me ‘ screw you, this is my bed ’.

The succeeding day, the first-class honours degree full-of-the-moon day, was spent tramp, we might let covered 15 land mile of Alfred Hawthorne and vale following a couple of the democratic trails and met several other hiking groups along the way. By the clock time we returned to the camp my wooden leg were straining, I was tired from lack of sleep, I was make for some down time. It wasn't full dark when we got back to the campsite where mom and Helen cooked a campfire dinner then dad retrieved some beer from a ice chest in the back of the truck. Neither my sister nor I refused when he offered us a bottle, Mom tried to object"Goddamn it Roy, they aren't old enough."

"Ah piss Margie, it's been a long hot day, we could all use one."I wasn't a unknown to beer but I wasn't sure if my sister had tasted any before. When she tipped the bottle and sucked down two quick swallows, I knew, she wasn't virgin to beer either. The Milky Way was brilliant in the night sky when we went to the tents. I had to stay out until my Sister changed into her nap habiliment then she invited me in. I wasn't so damn meek so I stripped to T and boxershorts then slipped my PJ pants on while my Sister tried not to watch. She didn't try very hard, she kept glancing at me as I changed. nookie immediately took his spot in the center of my bag and refused to propel. As Helen laughed at my endeavor to propel Screw, the fucking dog groaned contentedly and rolled to his back. He wasn't about to give up his space easily. I laid on the bag and tried to pull it over me but got only half covered, my ass was sticking out in the dark air which was getting colder. I flopped and flipped and tugged but couldn't get any more cover than what nookie allowed. My sis was lying comfortably on her stomach watching me with undisguised amusement while I got frustrated with the sleeping arranging.

I gave up trying to get completely covered and lay quiet with my left over incline getting coldness, my toes were numb. Helen had gone to kip, she looked so peaceful, so warm. Our bags were not mass climbing bags ; narrow, down stuffed coffins, but prominent ; declamatory enough for two if the two didn't mind some body contact during the night. Fuck it, I was cold, the dog owned my bed so I crawled across the small space between the bags then lifted the top of Helen of Troy's and carefully put beside her. She rolled to her English away from me so I had elbow room to lie on my face behind her and pull the covering fire over, we were back to bet on. Ah, that felt expert, I was super well-worn and the fondness of the bed lured me into a degenerate, deep sleep.

Hands pushing on my back woke me up. I opened my oculus and looked out the humble net window over my head, it was not full daylight, but quickly dawning. The hands on my back pushed again, with more urging, I rolled over to look Helen of Troy."What the hell are you doing in my bed ?"was the first thing she said.

"I was cold."

"You were cold so you think that's a good reason to sleep with me ! ?"

"Shh, you'll wake mom and dad."

She toned down the volume"Get out, god, I have to go pee and you're in the way."jailer came alert, rose from his ( my ) sleeping bag and stuck his big olfactory organ in my face, he was ready for the day too. bullshit. I threw back the top natural covering and stood, Helen of Troy quickly followed then slipped out to go pee somewhere while I changed back into my clothes. fuck followed my sister.

The day passed with more hiking and a unretentive, fun, run over some stratum II rapids in our inflatable kayaks. That evening after dinner party and another frigid beer my sister and I returned to the tent. nookie didn't hesitate to stakes his call to my bag, directly in the centre. Some fucking uncanny law of physical science about dogs Army of the Righteous them reach weightiness when they lie down. The normally 70-pound Lab weighed about 150 pounds when I tried to move him. After a scant tussle I gave up and told Helen"I'm with you again."

She looked at the dog then at me with amused center,"I don't think you have a alternative, change state your back while I change."

She was behind me, asleep I think, but I wasn't. The feel of a daughter's ass pressed against my vertebral column was really starting to stir my clump. My stopcock elevated to ‘ gallant'and my addict were tingling. I tried my best to push aside the cause of my growing arousal but my sister was too near. Lying with her was causing a storm of immoral thinking and delightfully nasty ideas as my Lucille Ball began to smart. I was beginning to overheat. I kicked the cover off my legs to cool off and just as I did Helen rolled completely to her other side and threw an arm over my shank. She was lying against me, her tits pressed on my rachis, her groin fitted against the breaking ball of my ass. I damn near climaxed when the finger's breadth on her hand flexed against my abdomen and the soft warm breath from her nostril wafted on my neck."Are you awake ?"I whispered. No answer, and the deep even breath on my skin let me make out she was still asleep.

I reached over my back and put a hand on her hip then gently pulled her even tighter against me, I could sense her os pubis rubbing on my butt. My peter thumped and spit a burble of pre-cum into my boxers. Helen murmured something then bent her back, moving her pussy away from me. When she did her head pressed against my ear, her knees touched the back of mine. I could feel the tips of her tits heating my shoulder sword.

I lay still but my heart was thundering, my heat stemma was warming the entire tent. Helen hadn't moved for a few transactions then she shifted slightly away and went to her dorsum. I took advantage of the movement and rolled to face up her. Her oculus were closed, her breast rising and falling evenly, she was still out. Driven by the hormones flowing total flood in my venous blood vessel, I put a hand on my sister's leg just over the knee. She didn't object so within minute I eased it up until the edge of my hired man pressed her body at the junction of her legs. Helen of Troy rolled her head to the rightfulness, away from me, then her stage moved foster apart. Encouraged by her move I put my deal over her pussy, the cloth of the pajama drawers was warm and damp, and getting warmer. I don't know if it was because of the oestrus I was radiating or it was her, but the temperature in the sleeping bag rose another 20 degrees. I rubbed my babe's sex lightly which caused her rose hip to shiver. When she reacted to my trace like that I was lost, I was going to fuck her even as she slept.

I carefully moved my hand to her stomach, over the lot of her gasp then eased my fingers under the pliant. I pushed my hand into her panties then down and through her soft pubic tomentum until I was again covering her prick, only there was no material between her and my finger. I flexed my long finger then stroked Helen from ass to clit. She gasped lightly, rolled her hips then let her breath out of partially open air rim, my erection shit near rip heart-to-heart with the heat and pressure. Slowly I moved my fingertip in circles as I pressed between the lip of her pussy until I felt the hatchway of her body, she was warm and wet, I easily slid my finger into her to the second knuckle. I began to finger fuck my piffling sister and her legs moved even further apart.

I stroked Helen of Troy and she was warming, her slit was getting wetter and hotter, the puffy pillows of her pussy were growing lenient. My baby humped her hips, moaned, then put a bridge player over mine and pressed it closer to her torso. She rolled her head to me and half way opened her centre, her lips parted slightly as she puffed short sips of air. I pressed my aching hard-on against her leg and humped it like I was fucking her. Helen's eyes flew wide with surprise and her rim formed the still intelligence"NO !"She gripped the hand between her legs and jerked it out of her drawers then rolled away far enough that there was no Sir Thomas More contact between us. Rebuked by Helen for making a base on balls at her, I rolled away then dig my overheated stopcock into the cool night air. I gave her adequate time and quad to go back to sleep before I dared whack it. Even with the pressure sensation off I worried like blaze she would severalise our parents what I did. chouse never opened an eye.

The side by side good morning my sister didn't get a war or say anything to me or dad about me molesting her while she slept. After couple of hours in her troupe, I my frayed nerves calmed and I became comfortable around her again. The day passed, I spent much of the prison term catching and releasing several large trout. Helen and Screw roamed the nearby Benny Hill and rock-and-roll, mom and dad went for a hike. It was a hot mid-afternoon when Helen and the dog came back to where I was fishing. The big yellow lab didn't ask permit or hesitate to jump into the river consortium I was fishing in as my sister complained"I'm hot, I wish I brought my swim suit."

"You can go wading, that should cool down you off, at least your legs."

Helen thought a moment then said"I want to get all wet. I'll wear my bra and scanty but you can't stare or make fun of me."

"I won't, in fact, I'll get in the water too, in my briefs if that's okay."She didn't answer but started unlacing her hiking charge. As my sister undressed to underwear, I did the same.

Even though I'd been in bed with my sister twice and damn near raped her the night before I'd never seen her without clothes before. Being in the concluding phase angle of puberty, her body was a vista of soft curves, house fleshy mounds of tits and ass, she glowed with vitality. She had morphed from a cute little young woman to a pretty teen and at eighteen years old, pretty adolescent girls attracted me like fucking attractive feature. Helen was no different. I watched as she stepped into the weewee wearing just abbreviated panties and a soft full bra, and my freak vibrated. She turned to me and asked"Are you coming ?"

"Not yet but damn near."

"Huh ?"

"Yeah, I coming"I said as I pulled off my shirt.

We splashed and played in the refreshing water, throwing the glob for crank, laughing and bantering, just having a fun sibling episode. Neither of us was self-conscience about frolicking in our underwear, it became a non-issue as soon as we were in the pee. After a half hour or so Helen of Troy got out of the river then went into our tent, moments later she stepped out to cling her fragile habiliment on a Tree outgrowth. She was nude painting. I stopped moving and stared at my baby, she turned and saw me looking at her, flushed pink in the impertinence then scuttled quickly back into the collapsible shelter. My cock flared with carnal sake. The dog leaped at the ball, reminding me he was still there.

That was the concluding wide day at the camp, we would be leaving in the first light. After dinner mom and dad shared the last of the beer with us while they showed us slews of pictures taken on the hikes. A little before ten that evening, they bid us good night and went to take a breather. Helen and I were left to gaze at the asterisk. We ignored each other while we tried to get signals on our smartphones but it was a wasted effort. In three days, we hadn't been able to connect with friends or Facebook. My sister gave up and said good Nox then retreated from the moonlight to the collapsible shelter. Me and Screw stayed outdoor, giving her time to get settled in bed. It was well into the late hours when I finally went to join Helen of Troy. jailor took up his emplacement in the centre of his sleeping bag and challenged me with his eyes to push him away. I didn't even try. I changed to my sleep wear then went to bed with my sister. I turned off the battery lamp before I crawled into the bag next to her so I didn't see Helen as I lay behind her. When I was on my back in the bag she shifted slightly, bent her leg at the articulatio genus which put her foot on my down in the mouth leg. Her toes twitched against my mortise joint which caused a boot to shiver up my leg. Helen turned over to present me, looped an arm over my chest of drawers and snuggled to my side. Her breast were pressed on my shoulder, her legs friction mine. My cock exploded in length and cinch, I started to panic because if she didn't move, I would embark on something she might not wish again. I reached across my body to labor her away and when my hand touched her, it was denudate peel I felt. My heading jerked back, I squinted in the dark at her then moved my handwriting from her berm down her side. She wasn't wearing anything. Helen of Troy was naked under the cover. My nerve started tripping, my face flushed hot, my cock bobbed with each revive beat. Just as my hired hand slid over her leg, she turned her human face up then nuzzled my neck. Her mitt moved from my chest, down my tummy, under the band of my pj's then her digit encircled my erection. She started rocking her hips, rubbing her seawall on my thigh as she managed to push my quietus pants down, off my waist.

I rolled to my side to face my babe and she pulled me closer by my hard-on until it touched the junction of her peg. The end of it slipped between the hot wet folds of her sex then I felt the nous enter her. Helen held it stringent then started rolling her back, pumping her body on the hard muscle between her legs. She gasped softly, moved her hand and put it on my hip. She pulled me even closer which forced my putz deeper into her. I pushed against her making her go to her back while pinned to me by my putz. When I was over her, she spread her legs as far apart as she could in the sleeping bag then put her branch around my backrest and pulled me down. I was lying on her from groin to breasts, she puffed softly in my ear then began to travel with me. Less than a minute after going to bed with Helen, we were fucking.

What we were doing was not only a illusion come true, but also a surprise. Helen of Troy had stripped nude then waited in the tent until I came to her. She knew that gaoler would hijack my bed and I would be forced to part her bag with her again. My baby got hot for me, waited, then without saying a discussion, invited me to have sex with her. I pushed up on my munition, looked down on the fairly fifteen-year-old little girl and smiled my enjoyment as I plunged down and in. My body slapped hers too loud so she put a hand between us to stop what I was doing. We had to be quiet, the framework rampart of the tent were not soundproof, something we learned long before. Helen put a digit to her sassing to schuss me then smiled, humped her back and I started fucking her again, only softy, quietly.

She was warm, soft, tender and bass. We were both heating up more as my cock slid in and out of her easily. I pushed into her as far as I could and hold still as I twitched my stopcock, causing her to gasp and groan softly. The restrained tumultuous disturbance wasn't quiet enough because just after Helen of Troy grunted, we heard our mother call out from the former tent"Helen, are you okay, what's wrongly ?"

We froze, afraid to move, my erection was lodged in her, her branch crossed over mine. Helen of Troy took a breath then answered"That goddamn dog is lying on my legs, I'm trying to quetch him back to Mason on the other sleeping bag."With that one statement Helen of Troy said two matter, she covered for the racket and hinted I was in my own bag.

Just as our mom said"okeh, good night dear"I pulled out of her tight pussy and erupted. I gushed cum into the crack of my sister's ass, down her butt to the bag. When I was done convulsing, I lifted off her and went back to my side.

Helen of Troy was grinning, her eyes sparkled in the dark, she whispered"You messed up my bed."

"better than in you."

She put a mitt on my cheek and pulled my face close enough she could breathe in my ear"Yeah, maybe, but I'm not done, I hope you can get it up again."the Nazarene, this was a Sister I didn't know, but sure as netherworld was one I was willing to learn about.

I didn't answer verbally, I reached between her branch then started rubbing her clit with two fingertips. Her hot push swelled immediately, she widened the gap between her thighs and began to have a go at it her rear. I could find her getting ready to culminate but didn't want her to bulge out yelping so I felt around in the dark until I found a windsock. I put it to her mouth, she opened her mouth and I stuffed it in. Moments later Helen was staring at me with blanket, passionate eyes and a wind sleeve jammed between her tooth when she launched into the clouds on a trip of XTC. The Rush of air through her nostrils was the only when noise she made.

We couldn't talk ; I couldn't ask her why she came on to me and let me screw her but I sure as netherworld wasn't going to complain. As her bureau rose and fell while she relaxed on the downside of her sexual climax, I put a handwriting over the unfaltering mound of her left titty. Helen of Troy pushed the sock out of her mouth with her tongue then put a mitt over mine and pressed it to her breast, she put her eyes on mine then smiled. I tweaked the nipple which caused her eyelid to flutter. I played with my sis's mammilla while she slipped a bridge player over my putz and began to encourage another sitting. She and I played, felt and got hotter until my erection was what we both wanted it to be. I pushed her so she was facing away from me then she lifted her top leg, reached between hers and grabbed my erection. Helen pumped it three or four times then rubbed the head against her pussy. She loosened her traveling bag then with just her fingertips put it where she wanted it. I slipped into my sister's tender wet tunnel and began to fuck her again, totally silent, totally lost in her hot velvet snatch.

Maybe eight or nine second after I started fucking her, Helen started flopping a script around, looking for something in the dark. I paused and pulled out then whispered in her ear,"What ?"

I barely heard the solution"The sock, where is it ?"It was lying next to my head so I took it and handed it to Helen of Troy. She jammed the wind cone in her mouth again then arched her back, pressing her ass against my groin. I slid my erection back into her then heard the dull sigh as she took every inch I could give her.

My sinew were tensing, my tool was bloated with semen, I was quick to break out. Helen's body was flowing in moving ridge against me, her pussycat flooded with wet heat. When I pulled out of her she pushed back on me, trying to maintain me gaol in her body. She felt me pulling back but put a hand on my coxa and pulled me slopped against her. She didn't want me to pluck out so I breathed a admonition stopping point to her ear"I'm gon na cum."She didn't say anything, she couldn't with the wind sleeve in her mouth, but the bridge player on my ass gripped even harder. The strength of her clench as she held me let me know I didn't have to pull out. My hard-on clenched then I started cumming in my sister. She must have been teetering on the edge too because when I slammed pissed against her she groaned and started vibrating from legs to head. My babe came in sync with the erection pulsation in her.

Just as she stopped shaking, we heard"Helen ?"

Helen of Troy jerked the windsock out of her mouth and answered as calmly as she could"That fucking dog won't move dad."

We heard a gentle chuckle"That's no reason to swear like that. Try to get some sleep."My relaxed pecker slipped out of my sister's hole, followed by a wash of semen. My baby turned over, put an arm over my chest and hugged me while her breathing slowed to normal.

I fucked Helen twice more that night and we managed to stay fresh from alerting our parents to what we were doing. The dog slept carefree on my quiescency bag, my baby and I didn't get any sleep at all. daylight later I overheard our Father talking to our female parent,"When we go camping with the kids again, we should learn another tent or catch some Z's men in one, char in the other."

"Why ?"she asked.

"Because I found a large stain in the bag James Mason slept in, he either had a wet dreaming or masturbated. That's normal for an 18-year-old, but we should keep a aloofness between him and Helen from now on, she doesn't need to be exposed to his nighttime activities."

I smirked, because he was one encampment tripper too late .