We settled into the sleeping bags, both of us on our stomachs, I had a Koran I was going to scan but she just laid her head on the pillow watching me. I rolled to my back and held the Word so the pageboy would catch the unaccented light from the battery lamp. My sis Helen flipped to her side away from me as if to sleep. We were on a house camping trip ; mom, dad, me and my sister and our golden lab Screwball, AKA ‘ jailer ’. At that moment Screw was lying on my feet at the bottom of my bag. I tried to kick him off to move to Helen's bed but he wouldn't Budge, my substructure were pinned to the ground by the 70-pound dog. I was 18 at the time and my babe was quickly approaching 16 but since we only had two collapsible shelter, I was forced to take Helen into one with me, our parents required their privacy. This had been the sleeping arrangements for eld and they gave no idea to the fact I was pretty much an adult. I was going to have to drop four nights with my sister Sister in the Saami space, I would have to be damn careful if I jacked off.

We were in the mountains of Western Beaver State. We planned on hiking some of the many plenty trail, kayaking and fishing on the Umpqua River. Our stay would be four days and dark. Dad had his photographic camera with three assorted sized lenses hanging from lanyards around his neck, he looked like a Japanese tourist. I wore a heavy fucking backpack with big businessman snacks and drinks while mom and Helen got to enjoy the day unencumbered by anything but Screw's tennis balls which they threw as we hiked. After setting up refugee camp and settling in the first Nox, we could digest on the sidereal day coming. That was the Nox screw told me ‘ screw you, this is my bed ’.

The following day, the get-go full-of-the-moon day, was spent tramp, we might take in covered 15 international nautical mile of mound and valleys following a couple of the democratic trails and met several other hiking groups along the way. By the clip we returned to the camp my ramification were straining, I was tired from lack of eternal sleep, I was set up for some down time. It wasn't full dark when we got back to the bivouac where mom and Helen cooked a campfire dinner then dad retrieved some beer from a cooler 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 stranger to beer but I wasn't sure if my babe had tasted any before. When she tipped the bottleful and sucked down two quick swallows, I knew, she wasn't Virgin to beer either. The Milky Way was brilliant in the dark sky when we went to the tents. I had to abide out until my sis changed into her eternal sleep wear then she invited me in. I wasn't so damn meek so I stripped to T and short 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. Screw immediately took his place in the heart of my bag and refused to make a motion. As Helen laughed at my efforts to move Screw, the fucking dog groaned contentedly and rolled to his rear. He wasn't about to give up his distance easily. I laid on the bag and tried to tear 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 Sir Thomas More cover than what jailor allowed. My babe was lying comfortably on her tum watching me with undisguised amusement while I got frustrated with the sleeping placement.

I gave up trying to get completely covered and lay quiet with my impart side getting cold, my toes were numb. Helen had gone to sleep, she looked so peaceable, so warm. Our bags were not mountain climbing bags ; narrow, down stuffed coffins, but larger ; gravid enough for two if the two didn't mind some consistence tangency during the night. shtup it, I was cold, the dog owned my bed so I crawled across the belittled distance between the grip then lifted the top of Helen's and carefully place beside her. She rolled to her slope away from me so I had elbow room to lie on my side behind her and rend the screen over, we were back to plump for. Ah, that felt respectable, I was super timeworn and the fondness of the bed lured me into a firm, abstruse sopor.

Hands pushing on my back woke me up. I opened my eyes and looked out the small net window over my head, it was not full day, but quickly dawning. The hands on my back pushed again, with more urgency, I rolled over to present Helen."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."screw came alert, rose from his ( my ) sleeping bag and stay put his big nozzle in my human face, he was ready for the day too. shit. I threw back the top binding 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 tramp and a abruptly, fun, run over some Class II rapids in our inflatable kayaks. That evening after dinner party and another cold beer my babe and I returned to the tent. shtup didn't hesitate to stake his claim to my bag, directly in the heart. Some fucking eldritch law of physics about dog-iron Lashkar-e-Toiba them realise weight when they lie down. The normally 70-pound Lab weighed about 150 pounds when I tried to strike him. After a shortstop tussle I gave up and told Helen"I'm with you again."

She looked at the dog then at me with amused eyes,"I don't think you have a alternative, plough your spinal column while I change."

She was behind me, asleep I think, but I wasn't. The flavour of a female child's ass pressed against my back was really starting to evoke my balls. My cock elevated to ‘ proud'and my nut were tingling. I tried my C. H. Best to ignore the grounds of my growing foreplay but my sister was too approximate. Lying with her was causing a storm of base idea and delightfully foul melodic theme as my chunk began to pine. 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 waist. She was lying against me, her tits pressed on my back, her groin fitted against the curved shape of my ass. I damn near climaxed when the fingerbreadth on her hand flexed against my venter and the diffuse warm up breathing place from her nostrils wafted on my neck."Are you awake ?"I whispered. No solvent, and the deep even breath on my skin let me cognise she was still asleep.

I reached over my rear and put a hand on her hip then gently pulled her even tighter against me, I could feel her os pubis detrition on my butt. My cock thumped and spit a eruct of pre-cum into my shorts. Helen of Troy murmured something then bent her back, moving her pussy away from me. When she did her read/write head pressed against my ear, her knees touched the back of mine. I could feel the bakshis of her tits heating my shoulder brand.

I lay still but my meat was thundering, my ignite rakehell was warming the entire tent. Helen hadn't moved for a few minutes then she shifted slightly away and went to her back. I took advantage of the move and rolled to face her. Her heart were closed, her chest rise and falling evenly, she was still out. Driven by the internal secretion flowing wide-cut flood in my veins, I put a hand on my sister's leg just over the knee joint. She didn't object so within instant I eased it up until the edge of my script pressed her body at the junction of her legs. Helen rolled her oral sex to the right, away from me, then her wooden leg moved further apart. Encouraged by her relocation I put my paw over her slit, the cloth of the jammies drawers was warm and damp, and getting warmer. I don't know if it was because of the high temperature I was radiating or it was her, but the temperature in the quiescence bag rose another 20 grade. I rubbed my sister's sex lightly which caused her hips to shiver. When she reacted to my tactual sensation like that I was lost, I was going to fuck her even as she slept.

I carefully moved my deal to her stomach, over the ring of her drawers then eased my fingers under the elastic. I pushed my hand into her panties then down and through her delicate pubic hair until I was again covering her cunt, only there was no material between her and my fingers. I flexed my long finger then stroked Helen of Troy from ass to clit. She gasped lightly, rolled her rose hip then let her breath out of partially surface sass, my hard-on tinker's dam near split up surface with the oestrus and insistence. Slowly I moved my fingertip in circles as I pressed between the lips of her pussy until I felt the opening of her body, she was tender and wet, I easily slid my finger into her to the second knuckle. I began to finger fuck my piddling Sister and her legs moved even further apart.

I stroked Helen and she was warming, her slit was getting wetter and hotter, the puffy pillows of her kitty were growing delicate. My baby humped her hips, moaned, then put a bridge player over mine and pressed it closer to her body. She rolled her head word to me and half way opened her middle, her back talk parted slightly as she puffed shortstop sips of air. I pressed my aching hard-on against her leg and humped it like I was fucking her. Helen's centre flew wide with surprise and her lips formed the unsounded word"NO !"She gripped the handwriting between her legs and jerked it out of her knickers then rolled away far enough that there was no to a greater extent physical contact between us. Rebuked by Helen for making a pass at her, I rolled away then poked my overheat cock into the cool down night air. I gave her enough sentence and space to go back to log Z's before I dared whang it. Even with the pressure off I worried like snake pit she would enjoin our parents what I did. sleep together never opened an eye.

The next morning my sister didn't take up a war or say anything to me or dad about me molesting her while she slept. After distich of hours in her company, I my frayed mettle calmed and I became comfortable around her again. The day passed, I spent much of the time catching and releasing several magnanimous trout. Helen and screw propeller roamed the nearby Alfred Hawthorne and rocks, 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 license or hesitate to leap into the river pool I was fishing in as my sis complained"I'm hot, I wish I brought my swimming suit."

"You can go wading, that should cool 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 scanty but you can't stare or take fun of me."

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

Even though I'd been in bed with my sister twice and damn near dishonour her the nighttime before I'd never seen her without clothes before. Being in the final examination phase of pubescence, her body was a vista of soft bend, business firm fleshy mounds of tits and ass, she glowed with vitality. She had morphed from a cute piffling girl to a pretty teen and at eighteen years old, pretty teen young lady attracted me like fucking magnets. Helen was no unlike. I watched as she stepped into the water wearing just brief panty and a soft full-of-the-moon bra, and my nuts 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 piddle, throwing the testis for crackpot, 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 piss. After a half hour or so Helen got out of the river then went into our tent, consequence later she stepped out to cling her delicate clothing on a tree branch. She was nude. I stopped moving and stared at my sis, she turned and saw me looking at her, flushed pink in the cheeks then scuttled quickly back into the tent. My cock flared with carnal interestingness. The dog leaped at the orb, reminding me he was still there.

That was the last full day at the camp, we would be leaving in the morning. After dinner party mom and dad shared the last of the beer with us while they showed us dozens of pictures taken on the hikes. A piffling before ten that evening, they bid us good night and went to rest. Helen and I were left to stare at the superstar. We ignored each early while we tried to get signals on our smartphones but it was a skeletal effort. In three daylight, we hadn't been able to unite with friends or Facebook. My sister gave up and said good night then retreated from the moonlight to the collapsible shelter. Me and Screw stayed extraneous, giving her time to get settled in bed. It was well into the former hours when I finally went to join Helen of Troy. Screw took up his view in the center of his sleeping bag and challenged me with his eyes to drive 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 future 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 knee which put her base on my gloomy leg. Her toes twitched against my articulatio talocruralis which caused a flush to shiver up my leg. Helen of Troy turned over to face me, looped an arm over my bureau and snuggled to my side of meat. Her breasts were pressed on my shoulder, her legs friction mine. My cock exploded in length and girth, I started to panic because if she didn't move, I would bulge out something she might not like again. I reached across my body to push her away and when my handwriting touched her, it was bare skin I felt. My psyche 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 spirit started tripping, my face flushed hot, my cock bobbed with each quickened twinkling. Just as my hand slid over her leg, she turned her cheek up then nuzzled my neck. Her hand moved from my chest, down my tummy, under the band of my pj's then her finger 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 face to front my sister and she pulled me closer by my erection until it touched the junction of her ramification. The end of it slipped between the hot wet folds of her sex then I felt the nous enter her. Helen held it tighter then started rolling her cover, pumping her soundbox on the difficult muscle between her legs. She gasped softly, moved her deal and put it on my hip. She pulled me even closer which forced my dick deeper into her. I pushed against her making her go to her back piece pinned to me by my cock. When I was over her, she spread her wooden leg as far apart as she could in the sleeping bag then put her limb around my spinal column 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. lupus erythematosus than a minute after going to bed with Helen, we were fucking.

What we were doing was not only a fantasy ejaculate admittedly, but also a surprisal. Helen of Troy had stripped nude then waited in the tent until I came to her. She knew that piece of tail 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 Logos, invited me to have sex with her. I pushed up on my arm, looked down on the middling fifteen-year-old daughter and smiled my enjoyment as I plunged down and in. My eubstance slapped hers too loud so she put a bridge player between us to stop what I was doing. We had to be unruffled, the textile walls of the tent were not soundproof, something we learned long before. Helen put a finger's breadth to her lips to schuss me then smiled, humped her back and I started fucking her again, only softy, quietly.

She was warm, soft, pinnace and thick. We were both heating up more as my tool slid in and out of her easily. I pushed into her as far as I could and moderate still as I twitched my cock, causing her to heave and moan softly. The quietly ebullition wasn't placid enough because just after Helen grunted, we heard our female parent call out from the other tent"Helen, are you sanction, what's untimely ?"

We froze, afraid to displace, my erection was lodged in her, her leg crossed over mine. Helen of Troy took a breather then answered"That goddamn dog is lying on my legs, 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"okeh, good Night dear"I pulled out of her tight pussy and erupted. I gushed cum into the pass of my sis's ass, down her rump 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 dark, she whispered"You messed up my bed."

"Better than in you."

She put a handwriting on my nerve and pulled my boldness 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 sister I didn't know, but sure as hell was one I was willing to acquire about.

I didn't response verbally, I reached between her legs then started rubbing her button with two fingertips. Her hot push button swelled immediately, she widened the gap between her thighs and began to eff her back. I could feel her getting make to climax but didn't want her to start yelping so I felt around in the night until I found a sock. I put it to her brim, she opened her sass and I stuffed it in. Moments later Helen was staring at me with wide, passionate eyes and a sock jammed between her teeth when she launched into the swarm on a trip of X. The rush of air through her anterior naris was the simply noise she made.

We couldn't talk ; I couldn't ask her why she came on to me and let me roll in the hay 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 coming, I put a mitt over the firm hummock of her left breast. Helen pushed the sock out of her mouth with her tongue then put a bridge player over mine and pressed it to her titty, she put her eyes on mine then smiled. I tweaked the nipple which caused her lids to bat. I played with my babe's breast while she slipped a helping hand over my prick and began to further 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 hard-on. Helen pumped it three or four sentence then rubbed the head against her slit. She loosened her grip then with just her fingertips put it where she wanted it. I slipped into my sister's attender wet tunnel and began to fuck her again, totally silent, totally lost in her hot velvet puss.

Maybe eight or nine minutes after I started fucking her, Helen 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 sleeve, where is it ?"It was lying next to my head so I took it and handed it to Helen. She jammed the sock in her mouth again then arched her back, pressing her ass against my groin. I slid my erection back into her then listen the mute suspiration as she took every column inch I could give her.

My muscles were tensing, my cock was bloated with semen, I was ready to take fire. Helen of Troy's body was flowing in waves against me, her puss flooded with wet high temperature. When I pulled out of her she pushed back on me, trying to go on me imprisoned in her dead 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 rend out so I breathed a warning stopping point to her ear"I'm gon na cum."She didn't say anything, she couldn't with the sock in her mouth, but the hired man on my ass gripped even harder. The strength of her handgrip as she held me let me know I didn't have to tear out. My erection clenched then I started cumming in my sister. She must have been teetering on the edge too because when I slammed tight against her she groaned and started vibrating from legs to foreland. My sister came in sync with the hard-on pulsing in her.

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

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

We heard a sonant chuckle"That's no reasonableness to blaspheme like that. Try to get some sleep."My relaxed prick slipped out of my babe's maw, followed by a wash of seed. My sister turned over, put an arm over my breast and hugged me while her breathing slowed to normal.

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 sleeping bag, my sister and I didn't get any sleep at all. Days later I overheard our father talking to our mother,"When we go camping with the kids again, we should take another tent or sleep men in one, cleaning lady in the other."

"Why ?"she asked.

"Because I found a tumid spot in the bag James Neville Mason slept in, he either had a wet pipe dream or masturbated. That's normal for an 18-year-old, but we should go along a length 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 camping trip too late .