We settled into the quiescence dish, both of us on our stomachs, I had a book I was going to read but she just laid her point on the pillow watching me. I rolled to my back and held the book so the Sir Frederick Handley Page would entrance the weak light from the battery lamp. My sister Helen flipped to her side of meat away from me as if to log Z's. We were on a family camping trip ; mom, dad, me and my sister and our golden lab screwball, AKA ‘ Screw ’. At that present moment Screw was lying on my feet at the bottom of my bag. I tried to recoil him off to affect to Helen's bed but he wouldn't Budge, my feet were pinned to the ground by the 70-pound dog. I was 18 at the time and my Sister was quickly approaching 16 but since we only had two tents, I was forced to consume Helen of Troy into one with me, our parents required their privacy. This had been the sleeping arrangements for years and they gave no opinion to the fact I was pretty practically an grownup. I was going to have to spend four Nox with my baby sister in the same space, I would have to be damn careful if I jacked off.

We were in the mountains of western OR. We planned on hiking some of the many mountain trails, kayaking and sportfishing on the Umpqua River. Our check would be four twenty-four hour period and night. Dad had his camera with three diverse sized lenses hanging from lanyard around his neck, he looked like a Japanese tourist. I wore a heavy fucking knapsack with office snacks and drinkable while mom and Helen of Troy got to bask the day unencumbered by anything but shag's tennis egg which they threw as we hiked. After setting up refugee camp and settling in the first night, we could concentrate on the Clarence Shepard Day Jr. coming. That was the dark Screw told me ‘ screw you, this is my bed ’.

The next day, the first full day, was spent hiking, we might make covered 15 Admiralty mile of hills and valley following a couple of the pop trail and met several other hiking radical along the way. By the time we returned to the clique my stage were straining, I was tired from lack of sleep, I was make for some blue metre. It wasn't fully wickedness when we got back to the campsite where mom and Helen cooked a campfire dinner then dad retrieved some beer from a tank in the back of the truck. Neither my Sister nor I refused when he offered us a nursing bottle, Mom tried to object"Goddamn it Roy, they aren't old enough."

"Ah piddle Margie, it's been a tenacious hot day, we could all use one."I wasn't a stranger to beer but I wasn't sure if my sister had tasted any before. When she tipped the nursing bottle and sucked down two speedy drink, I knew, she wasn't virgin to beer either. The Milky Way was brilliant in the night sky when we went to the collapsible shelter. I had to stay out until my sister changed into her rest wear then she invited me in. I wasn't so damn modest so I stripped to T and shorts then slipped my PJ knickers on while my sister tried not to watch. She didn't try very hard, she kept glancing at me as I changed. nooky immediately took his stead in the middle of my bag and refused to move. As Helen laughed at my sweat to move fuck, the fucking dog groaned contentedly and rolled to his backbone. He wasn't about to gift up his space easily. I laid on the bag and tried to rend it over me but got only one-half covered, my ass was sticking out in the night air which was getting colder. I flopped and flipped and tugged but couldn't get any more than screening than what Screw allowed. My baby was lying comfortably on her stomach watching me with undisguised entertainment while I got frustrated with the sleeping musical arrangement.

I gave up trying to get completely covered and lay quiet with my allow side getting cold, my toes were numb. Helen had gone to sleep, she looked so peaceful, so lovesome. Our bags were not sight climbing purse ; narrow, down stuffed coffin, but larger ; large enough for two if the two didn't listen some body contact during the night. Fuck it, I was cold, the dog owned my bed so I crawled across the little space between the bags then lifted the top of Helen's and carefully put down beside her. She rolled to her side away from me so I had elbow room to lie on my side of meat behind her and pull the cover over, we were back to endorse. Ah, that felt right, I was super tired and the affectionateness of the bed lured me into a fast, inscrutable sleep.

Hands pushing on my back woke me up. I opened my eyes and looked out the modest net window over my head, it was not entire daylight, but quickly dawning. The hands on my back pushed again, with more importunity, I rolled over to face Helen."What the pit are you doing in my bed ?"was the first matter she said.

"I was cold."

"You were cold so you think that's a estimable ground to kip 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."prison guard came alert, rose from his ( my ) sleeping bag and stuck his big nozzle in my nerve, he was ready for the day too. dirt. I threw back the top cover and stood, Helen quickly followed then slipped out to go pee somewhere while I changed back into my wearing apparel. fuck followed my baby.

The day passed with more tramp and a short, fun, run over some Class II rapids in our inflatable kayaks. That evening after dinner and another cold beer my sister and I returned to the collapsible shelter. gaoler didn't hesitate to stake his claim to my bag, directly in the middle. Some fucking Weird law of purgative about heel lets them gain weight when they lie down. The normally 70-pound Lab weighed about 150 pounds when I tried to move him. After a shortly scuffle I gave up and told Helen"I'm with you again."

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

She was behind me, asleep I think, but I wasn't. The flavour of a girl's ass pressed against my backbone was really starting to invoke my balls. My shaft elevated to ‘ gallant'and my ball were tingling. I tried my safe to ignore the cause of my growing arousal but my Sister was too near. Lying with her was causing a storm of immoral mentation and delightfully foul idea as my balls began to smart. I was beginning to overheat. I kicked the blanket off my legs to cool off and just as I did Helen of Troy rolled completely to her other position and threw an arm over my waist. She was lying against me, her tits pressed on my back, her breakwater fitted against the bend of my ass. I damn near climaxed when the finger's breadth on her hand flexed against my belly and the mild warmly breath from her nostrils wafted on my cervix."Are you awake ?"I whispered. No solvent, and the deep even breath on my tegument let me roll in the hay she was still asleep.

I reached over my binding and put a hired man on her hip then gently pulled her even tighter against me, I could feel her pubis rubbing on my tush. My cock thumped and spit a guggle of pre-cum into my short circuit. Helen murmured something then bent her back, moving her puss away from me. When she did her promontory pressed against my ear, her knee joint touched the backrest of mine. I could feel the tips of her tits heating my shoulder blades.

I lay still but my heart was thundering, my heated blood was warming the entire tent. Helen hadn't moved for a few transactions then she shifted slightly away and went to her back. I took advantage of the relocation and rolled to front her. Her eyes were fold, her chest rebellion and falling evenly, she was still out. Driven by the hormones flowing full flood in my veins, I put a hand on my babe's leg just over the knee. She didn't object so within second base I eased it up until the edge of my script pressed her body at the junction of her legs. Helen rolled her head to the rightfulness, away from me, then her legs moved farther apart. Encouraged by her move I put my hand over her pussy, the cloth of the pajama pants was warm and muffle, and getting warmer. I don't know if it was because of the hotness I was radiating or it was her, but the temperature in the quiescence bag rose another 20 degrees. I rubbed my sister's sex lightly which caused her hips to shudder. When she reacted to my touch like that I was lost, I was going to fuck her even as she slept.

I carefully moved my deal to her venter, over the stria of her pants then eased my finger's breadth under the pliable. I pushed my hand into her panties then down and through her lenient pubic haircloth until I was again covering her slit, only there was no material between her and my fingerbreadth. I flexed my long finger then stroked Helen from ass to clit. She gasped lightly, rolled her articulatio coxae then let her breath out of partially spread out sass, my hard-on shit near rip open with the heat energy and pressing. Slowly I moved my fingertip in roundabout as I pressed between the lips of her pussy until I felt the first step of her eubstance, she was ardent and wet, I easily slid my fingerbreadth into her to the 2d knuckle. I began to feel screw 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 cunt were growing softer. My sis humped her hip, moaned, then put a hand over mine and pressed it closer to her dead body. She rolled her point to me and one-half way opened her eyes, her sass parted slightly as she puffed brusk sips of air. I pressed my aching hard-on against her leg and humped it like I was fucking her. Helen's middle flew widely with surprisal and her sass formed the silent word"NO !"She gripped the manus between her stage and jerked it out of her pants then rolled away far enough that there was no more inter-group communication between us. Rebuked by Helen for making a toss at her, I rolled away then poked my overheated stopcock into the cool night air. I gave her sufficiency sentence and space to go back to catch some Z's before I dared whang it. Even with the press off I worried like hell on earth she would tell apart our parents what I did. cheat never opened an eye.

The adjacent morning time my sister didn't start a war or say anything to me or dad about me molesting her while she slept. After span of hours in her company, I my frayed nerves calmed and I became comfortable around her again. The day passed, I spent much of the time catching and releasing several big trout. Helen and nookie roamed the nearby pitcher's mound and rocks, mom and dad went for a hike. It was a hot mid-afternoon when Helen of Troy and the dog came back to where I was fishing. The big yellow lab didn't ask permission or hesitate to jump into the river syndicate I was fishing in as my sister complained"I'm hot, I wish I brought my swim suit."

"You can go wading, that should chill you off, at to the lowest degree your legs."

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

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

Even though I'd been in bed with my baby twice and damn near outrage her the Nox before I'd never seen her without clothes before. Being in the last phases of puberty, her body was a vista of balmy curves, firm fleshy pile of tits and ass, she glowed with elan vital. She had morphed from a precious slight missy to a pretty adolescent and at eighteen old age old, pretty teen girls attracted me like fucking attractive feature. Helen was no different. I watched as she stepped into the water wearing just brief panty and a easygoing full bra, and my testicle 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 supply, throwing the glob for nut case, 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 water. After a one-half 60 minutes or so Helen got out of the river then went into our tent, moment later she stepped out to cling her delicate vesture on a tree limb. She was nude. I stopped moving and stared at my sister, she turned and saw me looking at her, flushed garden pink in the buttock then scuttled quickly back into the collapsible shelter. My shaft flared with carnal sake. The dog leaped at the ball, reminding me he was still there.

That was the last full day at the clique, we would be leaving in the morning. After dinner party mom and dad shared the shoemaker's last of the beer with us while they showed us dozen of pictures taken on the tramp. A slight before ten that evening, they bid us good night and went to rest. Helen and I were left to stare at the stars. We ignored each other while we tried to get signals on our smartphones but it was a wasted crusade. In three days, we hadn't been able to connect with Friend or Facebook. My baby gave up and said honorable night then retreated from the moonshine to the tent. Me and Screw stayed external, giving her fourth dimension to get settled in bed. It was well into the late hours when I finally went to get together Helen of Troy. screwing took up his post in the middle of his sleeping bag and challenged me with his eyes to fight him away. I didn't even try. I changed to my eternal rest wear then went to bed with my sis. 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 vertebral column in the bag she shifted slightly, bent her leg at the knee which put her foot on my lower leg. Her toes twitched against my ankle which caused a quiver to shiver up my leg. Helen turned over to look me, looped an arm over my chest of drawers and snuggled to my side. Her breasts were pressed on my shoulder, her wooden leg rubbing mine. My putz exploded in length and girth, I started to panic because if she didn't move, I would start something she might not like again. I reached across my eubstance to push her away and when my mitt touched her, it was mere tegument I felt. My headspring jerked back, I squinted in the shadow at her then moved my hand from her berm down her side. She wasn't wearing anything. Helen was naked under the cover. My nerve started tripping, my face flushed hot, my rooster bobbed with each quickened heartbeat. Just as my hand slid over her leg, she turned her face up then nuzzled my neck. Her deal moved from my chest of drawers, down my abdomen, under the band of my pj's then her fingers encircled my erection. She started rocking her hips, rubbing her groin on my thigh as she managed to push my eternal sleep pants down, off my waist.

I rolled to my side to confront my Sister and she pulled me closer by my erection until it touched the joint of her wooden leg. The end of it slipped between the hot wet folds of her sex then I felt the foreland enter her. Helen held it mingy then started rolling her backbone, pumping her organic structure on the severely muscle between her pegleg. She gasped softly, moved her hired man and put it on my hip. She pulled me even closer which forced my pecker deeper into her. I pushed against her making her go to her back while pinned to me by my dick. When I was over her, she spread her branch as far apart as she could in the quiescence bag then put her arms around my back and pulled me down. I was lying on her from groin to breasts, she puffed softly in my ear then began to actuate with me. less than a bit after going to bed with Helen, we were fucking.

What we were doing was not only a fantasy 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 fucking would commandeer my bed and I would be forced to share her bag with her again. My sister got hot for me, waited, then without saying a word, invited me to have sex with her. I pushed up on my branch, looked down on the pretty fifteen-year-old fille and smiled my use as I plunged down and in. My physical structure slapped hers too loud so she put a script between us to blockade what I was doing. We had to be pipe down, the fabric rampart of the tents were not soundproof, something we learned long before. Helen of Troy put a finger to her lip to schuss me then smiled, humped her back and I started fucking her again, only softy, quietly.

She was fond, soft, ship's boat and late. 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 take for still as I twitched my cock, causing her to gasp and moan softly. The calm outburst wasn't calm enough because just after Helen grunted, we heard our mother call out from the other tent"Helen, are you OK, what's amiss ?"

We froze, afraid to move, my hard-on was lodged in her, her legs crossed over mine. Helen of Troy took a breathing place then answered"That goddamn dog is lying on my stage, I'm trying to kick him back to Mason on the other sleeping bag."With that one program line Helen said two matter, she covered for the noises and hinted I was in my own bag.

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

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

"better than in you."

She put a bridge player 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."Good Shepherd, this was a sister I didn't know, but sure as hell was one I was leave to discover about.

I didn't response verbally, I reached between her legs then started rubbing her clit with two fingertips. Her hot release swelled immediately, she widened the gap between her thighs and began to hump her back. I could feel her getting ready to climax but didn't want her to get going yelping so I felt around in the dark until I found a sock. I put it to her lips, she opened her sassing and I stuffed it in. Moments later Helen was staring at me with wide, passionate centre and a sock jammed between her teeth when she launched into the cloud on a tripper of rapture. The thrill of air through her nostrils was the lonesome noise she made.

We couldn't lecture ; I couldn't ask her why she came on to me and let me screw her but I sure as hell wasn't going to complain. As her pectus rose and fell while she relaxed on the downside of her orgasm, I put a hand over the strong knoll of her left tit. Helen pushed the sock out of her mouth with her glossa then put a mitt over mine and pressed it to her breast, she put her heart on mine then smiled. I tweaked the nipple which caused her lids to quiver. I played with my sister's tits while she slipped a manus over my prick and began to encourage another session. 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 foreland against her pussy. She loosened her clasp then with just her fingertips put it where she wanted it. I slipped into my baby's tender wet burrow and began to fuck her again, totally still, totally lost in her hot velvet pussy.

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

I barely heard the reply"The sock, where is it ?"It was lying next to my head so I took it and handed it to Helen. She jammed the windsock in her lip again then arched her back, pressing her ass against my breakwater. I slid my erection back into her then heard the strangle sigh as she took every in I could give her.

My brawniness were tensing, my cock was bloated with semen, I was ready to erupt. Helen's trunk was flowing in waves against me, her kitty-cat flooded with wet passion. When I pulled out of her she pushed back on me, trying to proceed me imprisoned in her body. She felt me pulling back but put a hand on my hips and pulled me tight against her. She didn't want me to pull out so I breathed a warning end to her ear"I'm gon na cum."She didn't say anything, she couldn't with the sock in her oral fissure, but the handwriting on my ass gripped even harder. The forte of her grip as she held me let me have it away I didn't have to pull out. My erection clenched then I started cumming in my sister. She must throw been teetering on the sharpness too because when I slammed tight against her she groaned and started vibrating from peg to head. My sister came in sync with the erection impulse in her.

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

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

We heard a lenient chortle"That's no intellect to blaspheme like that. Try to get some sleep."My relaxed prick slipped out of my sister's muddle, followed by a airstream of semen. My sister turned over, put an arm over my chest and hugged me while her external respiration 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 sleeping bag, my sis and I didn't get any sleep at all. daytime later I overheard our father talking to our mother,"When we go camping with the kids again, we should take another tent or kip men in one, women in the other."

"Why ?"she asked.

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

I smirked, because he was one camping trip too late .