“We’re just going to hang out here, okay?” Dawn sighed.
“Sure thing,” I nodded, immediately unclipping the buckle between my shoulder straps and the one around my waist, moving to drop my pack. “Maybe just hang out at the lounge? Play some pool?”
“Oh no, no,” Dawn smiled serenely and then glanced over at Brooke. “Why don’t the two of you still go? You can’t ruin the morning’s fun just because of us.”
I looked over and Brooke’s eyes went up in hopeful anticipation. Apart from that first time on the ridge, we’d never had sex alone.
But the magnetic pull of my love for Dawn drew me back. “But, I want to be with you,” I whined.
“You will be,” Dawn said warmly. “I’ll see you at lunch. Some time alone with your sister will be good for both of you and besides, we’re going to have to get used to being apart.”
I frowned unhappily. “I don’t want to get used to being apart.” In the back of my head, I couldn’t believe I was arguing against this. Was I really turning down an opportunity for sex in favor of… billiards and ping-pong? But then I looked in Dawn’s eyes and I knew. I LOVED her. Of COURSE I wanted to be with her for every minute possible before we were separated.
Dawn’s expression softened. “Ben, of course I’m not going to force you to be away from me. But seriously, it’s a good opportunity to hang out with Brooke. And it’s a good time for me to hang out with DJ. Just for one morning.”
I sighed and nodded. “Okay, okay.” I leaned in and planted a juicy kiss on my girlfriend. And when I pulled away I murmured forlornly, “See you at lunch.”
Brooke and I hit the trail and just as we got started, I turned to her and said, “Don’t take it personally. I don’t MIND being out here with you.”
My little sister just smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it. You love your girlfriend, I get it.”
“I just don’t want you to feel like I’m… settling… for second best or anything. Dawn’s right. You and I haven’t spent any significant time alone together since… well… ever.”
Brooke giggled and slipped her hand into mine. “Yeah. Well once we get back home, we’ll have a lot more time alone.”
Her comment started my brain churning. While I’d been constantly thinking about my impending separation from Dawn, I hadn’t given serious thought to what would happen between me and Brooke once we returned to Orange County and the real world. In a contemplative voice, I mused, “So… when we get back, you’re still planning to have sex with me?”
“Of course!” Brooke grinned and squeezed my hand. “You think I’m giving up these amazing orgasms just because camp is over? You and Brandi managed to pull it off. And while it may not be every morning, I plan to have you thoroughly screw my brains out as often as possible!”
My little sister’s enthusiasm brought a smile to my face and a little rise in my shorts. The prospect of having a live-in, tight-body nymphomaniac in the next room seemed very convenient and exceedingly pleasurable. But the big brother concern in me overrode my initial lust. I bit my lip and cautioned, “Brooke, you know we can’t do this forever.”
“Who said anything about forever?” She shrugged. “You’re graduating and leaving for college after next year. We have that long at least.”
“But Brooke, you know you should be getting out and meeting other boys.”
“I will, I will. I’m still hanging out with Andrew Hemingway right now, aren’t I? If he’s lucky, he’s even going to get to second base pretty soon.”
I coughed nervously, washing the image out of my head. “Yeah, don’t tell me about that, please. I don’t want to hear about your sex life.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I mean, if you’d just told me that Andrew stuck his finger inside you I’d turn around, go back to camp, and beat the living shit out of him. Sorry. Big brother instincts.”
Brooke giggled. “Okay, if he does, I won’t tell.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. But seriously, Brooke. I DO want to know that you’re going out and exploring that. Dating and boys are a big part of growing up and learning to socialize like an adult. I’m just afraid that if you’re getting all your sexual needs taken care of at home, you won’t have the drive to go find yourself a real boyfriend.”
“Look at it this way, Ben,” Brooke smiled sweetly at me. “If I’m getting all my sexual needs taken care of at home, I can meet and flirt with boys WITHOUT getting so horny I let them take advantage of me. So I can get all that social practice and flirting fun without taking any risks. Doesn’t THAT appeal to your protective big brother instincts?”
I smiled. “Actually, yeah, it does. But you might get labeled as a tease if you push them too far.”
“Better a tease than a slut.”
I smiled. “True.”
“And THIS way,” Brooke stopped me and pulled me around so that we were looking right at each other. She reached her arms up around my neck and smiled with obvious lust in her eyes. “If YOU’RE getting all your sexual needs taken care of at home, then maybe, just maybe, we’ll figure out a way to keep you from doing anything to ruin what you’ve got going with Dawn.”
I leaned my head away from her. Feeling hurt, I exclaimed, “What?”
Brooke put on her evil grin. “C’mon, Ben. We both know you don’t have the greatest record of being a loyal boyfriend. I talked to Dawn already. She’s hoping I can keep you on a leash. I’ll be watching and reporting back to her.”
I rolled my eyes and sarcastically moaned, “Great…”
Brooke giggled and leaned up to kiss me. She felt really good, and when she pulled away, she stayed with her mouth just half an inch away from mine. “C’mon, Ben. Don’t moan about it. Because I plan to keep you well satisfied.”
That morning, Brooke showed me that even without Dawn and DJ there to help, my little sister was certainly capable of fulfilling my sexual needs. She wasn’t experienced or skilled just yet, but she had an exquisitely tight pussy and an abundance of energy.
For my pleasure, Brooke showed off her rapidly improving blowjob techniques, working me over to a quick climax and swallowing every drop down her gullet. Then, she let me pin her to the blanket and pound her with extreme brute force. The cute brunette was quite flexible and she split her legs to the sides in a big V, with her feet pointing back past her head while I held her tight ass in my hands and reamed her out at maximum depth.
My thrusts were accompanied by her gasping moans. My mind was sent into pleasure orbit as she husked, “Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me, big brother! Nngh! Harder! HARDER! Pound my little pussy!”
Finally, I spurted my incestuous load into my little sister, creaming her spasming snatch until it overflowed.
Then for her pleasure, Brooke roughly rode me to three shrieking orgasms while I palmed her tits and thumbed her clit. Her third climax came when I circled my hand around and popped a finger into her clenched asshole, and the resulting inner clamping around my shaft forced me to erupt like a geyser into her quivering quim.
We then took a short break, cuddling and basking in our incestuous sibling love. While a novice to most sexual things, Brooke was an accomplished kisser and we spent a lot of time just rolling around the blankets, rubbing our bodies against each other and devouring each other’s mouths.
If you’d told me a year ago that I’d have sex with Brandi, my hot older sister, I’d have said you were crazy. Yeah, I’d harbored the fantasies, but things like that just didn’t happen in real life.
If you told me I’d be rolling around naked and playfully kissing little Brooke post-coital in Dawn’s and my special spot, I’d have tried to kick your ass for even suggesting my younger sister was capable of such a depraved activity.