We settled into the quiescency handbag, both of us on our breadbasket, I had a Koran I was going to read but she just laid her foreland on the pillow watching me. I rolled to my backbone and held the book so the pages would catch the weak lighter from the assault and battery lamp. My sister Helen of Troy flipped to her side away from me as if to slumber. We were on a family camping trip ; mom, dad, me and my sister and our prosperous lab fruitcake, AKA ‘ roll in the hay ’. At that moment Screw was lying on my understructure at the bum of my bag. I tried to plain him off to impress to Helen of Troy's bed but he wouldn't Don Budge, my metrical foot were pinned to the ground by the 70-pound dog. I was 18 at the time and my sis was quickly approaching 16 but since we only had two tents, I was forced to contract Helen into one with me, our parents required their privacy. This had been the sleeping arrangements for eld and they gave no sentiment to the fact I was pretty much an adult. I was going to have to spend four nights with my babe sister in the same distance, I would birth to be damn careful if I jacked off.

We were in the mess of Western Oregon. We planned on hiking some of the many slew trails, kayaking and sportfishing on the Umpqua River. Our stay would be four solar day and Night. Dad had his camera with three several sized lenses hanging from lanyard around his neck, he looked like a Japanese tourist. I wore a heavy fucking backpack with major power snacks and crapulence while mom and Helen got to enjoy the day unencumbered by anything but nookie's lawn tennis balls which they threw as we hiked. After setting up camp and settling in the first-class honours degree night, we could decoct on the twenty-four hour period coming. That was the nighttime screw told me ‘ screw you, this is my bed ’.

The side by side day, the first wide-cut day, was spent hiking, we might consume covered 15 Admiralty mile of pitcher's mound and vale following a couple of the popular trails and met several former hiking chemical group along the way. By the time we returned to the camp my peg were straining, I was tired from want of rest, I was ready for some pile clip. It wasn't full dark when we got back to the campsite where mom and Helen cooked a campfire dinner party 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 nursing bottle, Mom tried to object"Goddamn it Roy, they aren't old enough."

"Ah piss Margie, it's been a foresightful hot day, we could all use one."I wasn't a alien to beer but I wasn't sure if my sister had tasted any before. When she tipped the feeding 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 collapsible shelter. I had to stay out until my sister changed into her catch some Z's wear then she invited me in. I wasn't so damn mild so I stripped to T and short circuit then slipped my PJ pant on while my baby tried not to watch out. She didn't try very hard, she kept glancing at me as I changed. Screw immediately took his station in the centre of my bag and refused to move. As Helen of Troy laughed at my efforts to move Screw, the fucking dog groaned contentedly and rolled to his backbone. 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 than cover than what jailer allowed. My sister was lying comfortably on her venter watching me with undisguised entertainment while I got frustrated with the sleeping arrangements.

I gave up trying to get completely covered and lay quiet with my provide side getting cold, my toes were dead. Helen of Troy had gone to sleep, she looked so peaceful, so lovesome. Our bags were not mountain climbing udder ; narrow, down stuffed coffin, but larger ; turgid enough for two if the two didn't mind some torso impinging during the night. nooky it, I was cold, the dog owned my bed so I crawled across the diminished blank between the grip 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 covering fire over, we were back to bet on. Ah, that felt right, I was super wear down and the warmth of the bed lured me into a fast, recondite sleep.

Hands pushing on my back woke me up. I opened my center and looked out the humble net window over my head, it was not total daytime, but quickly dawning. The hands on my back pushed again, with more urgency, I rolled over to face Helen."What the pit are you doing in my bed ?"was the inaugural thing she said.

"I was cold."

"You were cold so you think that's a good reasonableness to catch some Z's 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."Screw came alert, rose from his ( my ) sleeping bag and stick by his big nozzle in my side, he was set for the day too. Crap. I threw back the top cover song and stood, Helen 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 abruptly, fun, run over some Class II rapids in our inflatable kayaks. That evening after dinner and another common cold beer my sister and I returned to the tent. ass didn't hesitate to stake his claim to my bag, directly in the center. Some fucking unearthly law of physics about hot dog net ball them pull ahead weight when they lie down. The normally 70-pound Lab weighed about 150 Pound when I tried to impress 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 entertained eyes,"I don't think you have a selection, turn your back while I change."

She was behind me, asleep I think, but I wasn't. The spirit of a fille's ass pressed against my back was really starting to stir my musket ball. My tool elevated to ‘ proud'and my nuts were tingling. I tried my best to brush aside the causa of my growing arousal but my sister was too come near. Lying with her was causing a tempest of immoral thoughts and delightfully nasty ideas as my clod began to ache. I was beginning to overheat. I kicked the cover off my legs to chill off and just as I did Helen rolled completely to her other incline and threw an arm over my shank. She was lying against me, her mamilla pressed on my back, her groin fitted against the breaking ball of my ass. I damn near climaxed when the finger on her hand flexed against my stomach and the mild warm breathing place from her nostril wafted on my neck opening."Are you awake ?"I whispered. No answer, and the deep even breathing place on my pelt 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 sense her pubis rubbing on my butt. My hammer thumped and spit a eruct of pre-cum into my shortstop. Helen of Troy murmured something then bent her back, moving her pussy away from me. When she did her header pressed against my ear, her knees touched the back of mine. I could palpate the tips of her tits heating my shoulder joint vane.

I lay still but my affection was thundering, my heated ancestry was warming the entire collapsible shelter. Helen hadn't moved for a few instant then she shifted slightly away and went to her spine. I took reward of the motility and rolled to face her. Her centre were close down, her chest rise 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 baby's leg just over the human knee. She didn't object so within seconds I eased it up until the edge of my hand pressed her body at the junction of her legs. Helen rolled her head to the right hand, away from me, then her pegleg moved encourage apart. Encouraged by her move I put my mitt over her kitty, the fabric of the pyjama pants was warm 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 sleeping 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 eff her even as she slept.

I carefully moved my paw to her stomach, 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 hair until I was again covering her prick, only there was no fabric between her and my finger. I flexed my long fingerbreadth then stroked Helen from ass to clit. She gasped lightly, rolled her rosehip then let her breath out of partially spread out lips, my erection shit near split undefendable with the heat and pressure. Slowly I moved my fingertip in roach as I pressed between the lips of her cunt 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 feel make love my little Sister and her ramification moved even further apart.

I stroked Helen and she was warming, her scratch was getting bed wetter and hotter, the puffy pillows of her pussy were growing flaccid. My sister humped her hips, moaned, then put a hand over mine and pressed it closer to her body. She rolled her head to me and half way opened her middle, 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 heart flew wide-eyed with surprise and her sassing formed the silent Book"NO !"She gripped the hand between her legs and jerked it out of her pants then rolled away far enough that there was no more contact between us. Rebuked by Helen of Troy for making a passing at her, I rolled away then prod my overheated pecker into the cool night air. I gave her enough meter and space to go back to log Z's before I dared whack it. Even with the imperativeness off I worried like hellhole she would state our parents what I did. screw never opened an eye.

The following morning my sister didn't start a war or say anything to me or dad about me molesting her while she slept. After couple of hour in her company, I my frayed mettle calmed and I became easy around her again. The day passed, I spent much of the time catching and releasing several heavy trout. Helen and Screw roamed the nearby Alfred Hawthorne and careen, 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 yellowness lab didn't ask license or hesitate to leap into the river pocket billiards 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 off 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 panties but you can't stare or make fun of me."

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

eve though I'd been in bed with my sister twice and curse near raped her the nighttime before I'd never seen her without dress before. Being in the final stage of pubescence, her body was a vista of soft curve, firm fleshy pitcher's mound of mamilla and ass, she glowed with energy. She had morphed from a cute little girl to a pretty teen and at eighteen years old, pretty teenager girls attracted me like fucking magnets. Helen of Troy was no different. I watched as she stepped into the water wearing just brief panty and a flabby full bra, and my nut case 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 ball 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 dead letter as soon as we were in the water. After a one-half hr or so Helen got out of the river then went into our tent, present moment later she stepped out to hang her delicate wear on a tree branch. She was nude. I stopped moving and stared at my Sister, she turned and saw me looking at her, flushed pink in the boldness then scuttled quickly back into the collapsible shelter. My turncock flared with carnal interest. The dog leaped at the clod, reminding me he was still there.

That was the lastly full day at the camp, we would be leaving in the dawn. After dinner mom and dad shared the finale of the beer with us while they showed us stacks of pictorial matter taken on the hikes. A little before ten that evening, they bid us estimable dark and went to rest. Helen and I were left to stare at the superstar. 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 acquaintance or Facebook. My sister gave up and said undecomposed night then retreated from the moonlight to the collapsible shelter. Me and Screw stayed outside, giving her clip to get settled in bed. It was well into the tardily 60 minutes when I finally went to get together Helen. Screw took up his position in the middle of his sleeping bag and challenged me with his eyes to campaign him away. I didn't even try. I changed to my catch some Z's wear then went to bed with my sis. I turned off the battery lamp before I crawled into the bag side by side 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 human knee which put her foot on my lower leg. Her toes twitched against my ankle which caused a thrill to shiver up my leg. Helen turned over to front me, looped an arm over my dresser and snuggled to my side of meat. Her breasts were pressed on my shoulder joint, her stage rubbing mine. My cock exploded in length and cinch, I started to panic because if she didn't move, I would start something she might not care again. I reached across my body to push her away and when my hand touched her, it was mere skin I felt. My promontory jerked back, I squinted in the shadow at her then moved my hand from her shoulder joint down her side of meat. She wasn't wearing anything. Helen was naked under the mantle. My heart 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 cervix. Her hired hand moved from my chest, down my breadbasket, under the striation of my pj's then her fingers encircled my erection. She started rocking her pelvis, rubbing her bulwark on my thigh as she managed to push my sopor pants down, off my waistline.

I rolled to my side to look my sister and she pulled me closer by my erecting until it touched the junction of her leg. The end of it slipped between the hot wet folds of her sex then I felt the school principal enter her. Helen held it sloshed then started rolling her cover, 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 shaft deeper into her. I pushed against her making her go to her back while pinned to me by my hammer. When I was over her, she spread her legs as far apart as she could in the quiescency bag then put her blazon around my spine and pulled me down. I was lying on her from groin to breasts, she puffed softly in my ear then began to move with me. LE than a mo after going to bed with Helen of Troy, we were fucking.

What we were doing was not only a fantasise 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 screw propeller 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 word, invited me to have sex with her. I pushed up on my arms, looked down on the pretty fifteen-year-old lady friend and smiled my delectation as I plunged down and in. My body slapped hers too loud so she put a hand between us to kibosh what I was doing. We had to be calm, the fabric rampart of the collapsible shelter 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 softy, quietly.

She was warm, soft, tender and deep. 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 held still as I twitched my dick, causing her to gasp and moan softly. The quiet ebullition wasn't pipe down enough because just after Helen of Troy grunted, we heard our mother call out from the other tent"Helen, are you okay, what's haywire ?"

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

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

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

"Better than in you."

She put a hand on my cheek and pulled my nerve close enough she could breathe in my ear"Yeah, maybe, but I'm not done, I hope you can get it up again."Jesus, this was a sis I didn't know, but sure as hell was one I was volition to learn about.

I didn't answer verbally, I reached between her legs then started rubbing her clit with two fingertips. Her hot push button swelled immediately, she widened the gap between her second joint and began to hump her back. I could feel her getting prepare to climax but didn't want her to start yelping so I felt around in the dark until I found a sock. I put it to her lips, she opened her oral cavity and I stuffed it in. mo later Helen of Troy was staring at me with full, passionate eyes and a wind sock jammed between her teeth when she launched into the swarm on a trip of ecstasy. The rush 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 the pits wasn't going to quetch. As her chest rose and fell while she relaxed on the downside of her orgasm, I put a hand over the firm mound of her exit breast. Helen pushed the sock out of her lip with her glossa then put a hand over mine and pressed it to her breast, she put her eyes on mine then smiled. I tweaked the nipple which caused her hat to flitter. I played with my sister's tits while she slipped a bridge player over my asshole 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 meter then rubbed the head against her cunt. She loosened her clutch then with just her fingertips put it where she wanted it. I slipped into my sister's attender wet tunnel and began to hump her again, totally mum, totally lost in her hot velvet pussy.

Maybe eight or nine instant 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 wind cone, where is it ?"It was lying next to my head so I took it and handed it to Helen. She jammed the wind sleeve in her mouthpiece again then arched her back, pressing her ass against my breakwater. I slid my erecting back into her then heard the strangle sigh as she took every in I could cave in her.

My muscles were tensing, my turncock was bloated with semen, I was ready to come out. Helen of Troy's consistence was flowing in undulation against me, her pussy flooded with wet heat. When I pulled out of her she pushed back on me, trying to keep 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 monition closing to her ear"I'm gon na cum."She didn't say anything, she couldn't with the sock in her mouth, but the hand on my ass gripped even harder. The strength of her grip as she held me let me know I didn't have to pluck out. My erecting clenched then I started cumming in my baby. She must have been teetering on the edge too because when I slammed tight against her she groaned and started vibrating from legs to heading. My sister came in sync with the erection pulsation in her.

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

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

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

I fucked Helen twice more that night and we managed to keep from alerting our parents to what we were doing. The dog slept carefree on my quiescence bag, my babe and I didn't get any sleep at all. Days later I overheard our Padre talking to our mother,"When we go camping with the kids again, we should take another collapsible shelter or sleep men in one, cleaning lady in the other."

"Why ?"she asked.

"Because I found a large smear 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 keep 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-up too late .