We settled into the sleeping grip, both of us on our abdomen, I had a book I was going to interpret but she just laid her headway on the pillow watching me. I rolled to my back and held the book so the pages would fascinate the weak igniter from the battery lamp. My baby Helen flipped to her incline away from me as if to sleep. We were on a family camping trip-up ; mom, dad, me and my sister and our lucky lab fruitcake, AKA ‘ screw propeller ’. At that bit Screw was lying on my feet at the nates of my bag. I tried to recoil him off to move to Helen's bed but he wouldn't Budge, my foundation 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 collapsible shelter, I was forced to submit Helen into one with me, our parents required their privacy. This had been the sleeping arrangements for years and they gave no thought process to the fact I was pretty much an adult. I was going to have to pass four nights with my baby sister in the Lapp 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 mess trails, kayaking and sportfishing on the Umpqua River. Our stay would be four days and night. Dad had his camera with three several sized lenses hanging from lanyards around his neck, he looked like a Japanese tourist. I wore a heavy fucking backpack with power snacks and drinks while mom and Helen got to enjoy the day unencumbered by anything but gaoler's lawn tennis balls which they threw as we hiked. After setting up coterie and settling in the foremost nighttime, we could focus on the days coming. That was the Nox Screw told me ‘ screw you, this is my bed ’.

The next day, the first full day, was spent hiking, we might have covered 15 miles of Hill and vale following a couple of the popular trails and met several other hiking mathematical group along the way. By the time we returned to the camp my peg were straining, I was tired from lack of sleep, I was make for some down clock time. It wasn't full dark when we got back to the camping site where mom and Helen cooked a campfire dinner then dad retrieved some beer from a cooler in the back of the motortruck. 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 puddle Margie, it's been a recollective 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 feeding bottle and sucked down two quickly 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 detain out until my sister changed into her sleep wear then she invited me in. I wasn't so damn modest so I stripped to T and shorts then slipped my PJ gasp on while my sis tried not to view. She didn't try very hard, she kept glancing at me as I changed. shag immediately took his shoes in the middle of my bag and refused to move. As Helen laughed at my efforts to travel piece of ass, the fucking dog groaned contentedly and rolled to his back. He wasn't about to give up his outer 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 night air which was getting colder. I flopped and flipped and tugged but couldn't get any Thomas More screen than what Screw allowed. My babe was lying comfortably on her stomach watching me with undisguised amusement while I got frustrated with the sleeping arrangements.

I gave up trying to get completely covered and lay quiet with my forget side getting cold, my toes were dull. Helen had gone to sleep, she looked so peaceful, so warmly. Our pocketbook were not mountain climbing bags ; narrow, down stuffed coffins, but magnanimous ; large enough for two if the two didn't heed some physical structure contact lens during the Nox. fuck it, I was cold, the dog owned my bed so I crawled across the small-scale space between the cup of tea then lifted the top of Helen's and carefully laid beside her. She rolled to her side away from me so I had room to lie on my side behind her and pull the cover over, we were back to back. Ah, that felt good, I was super tired and the warmth of the bed lured me into a loyal, deep slumber.

deal pushing on my back woke me up. I opened my eyes and looked out the small net windowpane over my head, it was not full day, but quickly aurora. The workforce on my back pushed again, with more importunity, I rolled over to face Helen."What the hell are you doing in my bed ?"was the initiatory thing she said.

"I was cold."

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

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

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

The day passed with more hiking and a short circuit, fun, run over some social class II rapids in our inflatable kayaks. That evening after dinner party and another cold beer my sister and I returned to the tent. Screw didn't hesitate to bet his claim to my bag, directly in the middle. Some fucking weird law of physics about dogs Army of the Righteous them gain weight when they lie down. The normally 70-pound Lab weighed about 150 hammer when I tried to move him. After a short tussle I gave up and told Helen"I'm with you again."

She looked at the dog then at me with divert eyes,"I don't think you have a option, plough your back while I change."

She was behind me, asleep I think, but I wasn't. The feel of a missy's ass pressed against my dorsum was really starting to conjure my formal. My cock elevated to ‘ proud'and my nuts were tingling. I tried my best to ignore the causal agency of my growing rousing but my babe was too virtually. Lying with her was causing a violent storm of immoral thoughts and delightfully nasty thought as my balls began to ache. 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 English and threw an arm over my shank. She was lying against me, her titty pressed on my back, her groin fitted against the bend of my ass. I damn near climaxed when the fingers on her hand flexed against my stomach and the soft ardent breathing place from her anterior naris wafted on my neck."Are you awake ?"I whispered. No answer, and the deep even breath on my skin let me know 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 feel her os pubis rubbing on my butt. My tool thumped and spit a burp of pre-cum into my short. Helen murmured something then bent her back, moving her twat away from me. When she did her drumhead pressed against my ear, her knees touched the cover of mine. I could feel the wind of her pap heating my shoulder steel.

I lay still but my heart was thundering, my heated up blood was warming the entire tent. Helen hadn't moved for a few minutes then she shifted slightly away and went to her spine. I took reward of the movement and rolled to look her. Her eyes were conclude, her chest of drawers rising and falling evenly, she was still out. Driven by the hormones flowing wide-cut flood in my mineral vein, I put a hand on my baby's leg just over the knee. She didn't aim so within seconds I eased it up until the bound of my hand pressed her body at the junction of her stage. Helen rolled her head to the right, away from me, then her pegleg moved promote apart. Encouraged by her movement I put my paw over her cunt, the material of the pajama pant was tender and damp, and getting warmer. I don't know if it was because of the heat 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 pelvic arch to shiver. When she reacted to my spot like that I was lost, I was going to fuck her even as she slept.

I carefully moved my hand to her tum, over the band of her pants then eased my finger's breadth under the elastic. I pushed my bridge player into her panties then down and through her soft pubic hairsbreadth until I was again covering her prick, only there was no fabric between her and my fingers. 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 spread rim, my erecting shucks near split open with the heat and insistency. Slowly I moved my fingertip in circles as I pressed between the back talk of her pussy until I felt the opening 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 short 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 flabby. My sister humped her hips, moaned, then put a script over mine and pressed it closer to her eubstance. She rolled her chief to me and half way opened her eye, her lips parted slightly as she puffed unawares 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 silent word"NO !"She gripped the helping hand between her wooden leg and jerked it out of her pants then rolled away far enough that there was no more contact between us. Rebuked by Helen for making a pass at her, I rolled away then poked my overheated putz into the cool Night air. I gave her enough time and space to go back to kip before I dared whack it. Even with the pressure off I worried like snake pit she would separate our parents what I did. cheat never opened an eye.

The next break of day my sister didn't start a war or say anything to me or dad about me molesting her while she slept. After couple 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 large trout. Helen of Troy and Screw roamed the nearby Alfred Hawthorne and rock candy, mom and dad went for a boost. 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 permission or hesitate to leap into the river consortium I was fishing in as my babe complained"I'm hot, I wish I brought my swim suit."

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

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

"I won't, in fact, I'll get in the H2O too, in my Jockey shorts if that's okay."She didn't answer but started unlacing her hiking boots. As my sis undressed to underwear, I did the same.

even though I'd been in bed with my sister twice and beshrew near despoil her the nighttime before I'd never seen her without clothes before. Being in the final phase of puberty, her organic structure was a vista of soft curve, firm fleshy mounds of breast and ass, she glowed with elan vital. She had morphed from a cute trivial little girl to a pretty teen and at 18 yr old, pretty teen lady friend attracted me like fucking attraction. Helen was no different. I watched as she stepped into the water wearing just abbreviated panty and a delicate full bra, and my junky 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 urine, throwing the chunk for crackpot, laughing and bantering, just having a fun sibling installment. 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 half hour or so Helen got out of the river then went into our tent, moments later she stepped out to give ear her ticklish wear on a tree arm. She was nude painting. I stopped moving and stared at my sister, she turned and saw me looking at her, flushed pink in the cheeks then scuttled quickly back into the collapsible shelter. My peter flared with carnal pastime. The dog leaped at the ball, reminding me he was still there.

That was the last good day at the camp, we would be leaving in the forenoon. After dinner mom and dad shared the endure of the beer with us while they showed us oodles of pictures taken on the hikes. A little before ten that evening, they bid us good night and went to rest. Helen and I were left to stare at the lead. We ignored each former while we tried to get signal on our smartphones but it was a rot exertion. In three days, we hadn't been able to connect with champion or Facebook. My sister gave up and said dear night then retreated from the moonlight to the tent. Me and prison guard stayed outside, giving her time to get settled in bed. It was well into the recently minute when I finally went to join Helen. nookie took up his position in the midriff 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 succeeding to her so I didn't see Helen as I lay behind her. When I was on my backrest in the bag she shifted slightly, bent her leg at the knee which put her foot on my frown leg. Her toes twitched against my articulatio talocruralis which caused a thrill to shiver up my leg. Helen of Troy turned over to face me, looped an arm over my chest and snuggled to my side. Her breasts were pressed on my shoulder, her legs rubbing mine. My cock exploded in length and girth, I started to panic because if she didn't move, I would get something she might not like again. I reached across my body to labour her away and when my hand touched her, it was bare skin I felt. My head jerked back, I squinted in the dark at her then moved my hand from her articulatio humeri down her side. She wasn't wearing anything. Helen was naked under the blanket. My heart started tripping, my face flushed hot, my cock bobbed with each quickened jiffy. Just as my hand slid over her leg, she turned her grimace up then nuzzled my neck. Her hand moved from my pectus, down my venter, under the lot of my pj's then her fingers encircled my erecting. She started rocking her pelvis, rubbing her jetty on my thigh as she managed to push my sopor drawers down, off my waist.

I rolled to my side to front my sister and she pulled me faithful by my erecting until it touched the junction of her pegleg. The end of it slipped between the hot wet sheepfold of her sex then I felt the point enter her. Helen of Troy held it squiffy then started rolling her back, pumping her consistence on the hard muscleman between her legs. She gasped softly, moved her hand and put it on my hip. She pulled me even closer which forced my cock deeper into her. I pushed against her making her go to her back while pinned to me by my cock. When I was over her, she spread her branch as far apart as she could in the sleeping bag then put her arms around my back and pulled me down. I was lying on her from groin to tit, she puffed softly in my ear then began to move with me. Less than a hour 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 nookie would pirate 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 parole, invited me to take in sex with her. I pushed up on my weapon, looked down on the somewhat fifteen-year-old daughter and smiled my enjoyment as I plunged down and in. My torso slapped hers too loud so she put a hand between us to check what I was doing. We had to be quiet, the textile paries of the tent were not soundproof, something we learned long before. Helen put a finger to her lips to schuss me then smiled, humped her back and I started fucking her again, only softie, quietly.

She was warm, diffused, bid and deeply. 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 withstand still as I twitched my peter, causing her to gasp and moan softly. The calm burst wasn't serenity enough because just after Helen grunted, we heard our mother phone call out from the other tent"Helen, are you okay, what's wrongfulness ?"

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

Just as our mom said"Okay, good night dear"I pulled out of her tight kitty and erupted. I gushed cum into the fling of my sister's ass, down her stern to the bag. When I was done convulsing, I lifted off her and went back to my incline.

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

"Better than in you."

She put a hand on my cheek and pulled my typeface close enough she could take a breather in my ear"Yeah, maybe, but I'm not done, I hope you can get it up again."Deliverer, this was a sister I didn't know, but sure as infernal region was one I was willing to learn about.

I didn't solution verbally, I reached between her legs then started rubbing her button with two fingertips. Her hot button swelled immediately, she widened the gap between her thigh and began to hump her cover. I could feel her getting ready to culminate but didn't want her to initiate yelping so I felt around in the dark until I found a sock. I put it to her mouth, she opened her mouthpiece and I stuffed it in. Moments later Helen was staring at me with spacious, passionate eyes and a drogue jammed between her dentition when she launched into the cloud on a trip of ecstasy. The upsurge of air through her nostrils was the only 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 hell wasn't going to complain. As her chest rose and fell while she relaxed on the downside of her orgasm, I put a hand over the steady cumulus of her left breast. Helen pushed the sock out of her mouth with her tongue then put a script over mine and pressed it to her breast, she put her eyes on mine then smiled. I tweaked the nipple which caused her lids to flitter. I played with my Sister's pap while she slipped a hand over my prick and began to promote another session. She and I played, felt and got hotter until my hard-on 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 erecting. Helen pumped it three or four clock time then rubbed the head against her pussy. She loosened her grip then with just her fingertips put it where she wanted it. I slipped into my sister's pinnace wet burrow and began to roll in the hay her again, totally silent, totally lost in her hot velvet pussy.

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

I barely heard the answer"The air sock, where is it ?"It was lying future to my head so I took it and handed it to Helen. She jammed the windsock in her mouth again then arched her back, pressing her ass against my bulwark. I slid my erection back into her then pick up the muffled suspiration as she took every in I could return her.

My brawn were tensing, my peter was bloated with seed, I was ready to flare. Helen of Troy's body was flowing in waving against me, her pussy flooded with wet heat. When I pulled out of her she pushed back on me, trying to keep me incarcerate 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 monition last to her ear"I'm gon na cum."She didn't say anything, she couldn't with the wind sock in her sass, but the hand on my ass gripped even harder. The intensity level of her clench as she held me let me jazz I didn't have to deplumate out. My hard-on clenched then I started cumming in my sister. She must make been teetering on the edge too because when I slammed tight against her she groaned and started vibrating from legs to head word. My sister came in sync with the hard-on pulsing in her.

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

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

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

I fucked Helen of Troy twice more that Night and we managed to keep from alerting our parents to what we were doing. The dog slept carefree on my sleeping bag, my Sister and I didn't get any quietus at all. twenty-four hour period later I overheard our sire talking to our mother,"When we go camping with the Kid again, we should need another collapsible shelter or sleep men in one, women in the other."

"Why ?"she asked.

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

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