A few minutes later she emerged fully dressed from the tent and said to her children, "I'm going to walk down to the lodge and buy a few supplies. I'll leave you two in charge of the camp, and maybe you can do a little cleaning up, if you don't mind."
"Sure, Mom," said Cindy, "there's nothing else to do." Rick said nothing, only looked miserably and sullenly at his mother.
When Betty had disappeared down the trail, he got listlessly to his feet and said to his sister, "Well, where do we start on this cleanup shit?"
"Oh, I don't know," Cindy said. "Who the hell cares?"
They glanced at each other and realized they were in the same foul mood. "Let's bag it," Rick said, "at least for a couple of hours. Mom and Dad won't be back till supper, they won't know any different."
"That's okay with me," Cindy said, "but what should we do? Honestly, Rick, I've never been so bored in my whole life!"
"Me, too," Rick said. "I don't see why people get so fucking excited about camping. There's nothing to do. Except walk, or swim. I guess we could do that, we could swim."
"Whoopee," replied Cindy dully.
Nevertheless, she followed Rick down the trail toward the river. There seemed nothing better to do. She tried to shift her thoughts, to think of something encouraging, but she couldn't forget yesterday. In particular, she couldn't help remembering how wonderful it had felt when Daddy licked and kissed and touched all the sensitive parts between her legs, or those exciting moments when she had played with his big cock and almost found out what fucking was like. Why was Daddy being so ridiculous, so stubborn? Why did he want to make both of them so miserable? She felt she would never understand the mysterious inner rules by which adults seemed to operate.
Rick walked along the trail a little ahead of her, kicking stones and trying to control his temper. It was wrong to take it out on his sister, it wasn't her fault that he felt so lousy. His balls ached with need, and all he could, think about was sex, sex, sex. It was worse than ever before, partly because his mother had awakened him to new pleasures, and partly because, having experienced some sex with a real live woman, he would never be content again with merely jacking off. Damn, damn his mother! Damn the stupid laws of society which seemed to rule her life!
"Let's turn off here," Cindy ways saying. "I found a really nice pool here a few days ago."
"Okay," said Rick, following her down a side trail. They walked along the river bank and presently came to a sharp bend in the river where huge boulders concealed a small, deep, sheltered pool. There was no wind here, no current, and there were places on the rocks to sun bathe or dive from.
"Hey, pretty nice," said Rick. "Just like in the movies."
"Me Jane, you Tarzan," Cindy said. "Man, it's hot here! I'm going to get right into the water!"
Rick felt hot and sweaty, too, and without further talk he and Cindy began to strip off their clothes. Only when they were down to their underwear did it occur to them, simultaneously, that it was the first time they'd undressed together since they were very small children. Preserving a casual, nonchalant attitude, they began sneaking looks at each other, filled with curiosity. Cindy wondered if Rick's body would be hard and hairy like their father's, and how big his cock would be. Rick wondered if he would find his sister's slim, immature femininity as attractive as his mother's full-blown figure.
They were both initially disappointed. To her dismay, Cindy discovered that her brother's body was almost completely hairless, except for the half-formed wispy pubic patch, and that his penis seemed only about half as big as Dad's. Rick discovered that, compared to his mother, Cindy was practically built like a boy, with small hips and buttocks and tiny breasts no bigger than tangerines, her mons patch very skimpy and wispy. Both brother and sister sighed and dived into the water.
They swam around lazily without speaking to each other, for about ten minutes, when suddenly Cindy gave a piercing shriek.
"It's a snake!" she screamed. "Ohhhhhh, Rick, help, help!"
Rick glanced in his sister's direction and saw a small garter snake swimming innocently in a corner of the pool. Snickering, he waded over and picked it up just behind the jaws, then placed it in the main stream of the river, where the current carried it away.
"Gotta watch out for those cobras," he said and laughed.
"Oh, you think it's funny, don't you!" Cindy snapped, beginning to cry. She was very pale and shivering wrapping her arms around her little tits. "Well, I happen to be scared of snakes, Rick! I'm really scared of them! Yecchh!"
"Hey, I'm sorry!" Rick replied, moving quickly to put his arm protectively around her shivering shoulders. "I shouldn't have said that! Everybody's afraid of something."
Grudgingly she let her cheek fall against his chest. "If we find one more snake," she said, "I'm leaving."
"Aw, it was just a garter snake," Rick said soothingly. "They can't hurt you."
"But it scared me," Cindy insisted. Then suddenly she giggled. "In fact it scared me so much, I have to pee."
"Now that you mention it…" said Rick.
They climbed out of the water, and Cindy automatically looked all around to see if they were alone. "Aw, hell," Rick said, "there's nobody around for miles. Don't worry about it."
Cindy shrugged. Then she squatted, and Rick saw a thin yellow stream issuing from between her legs. He aimed his cock at the bushes and began to urinate, too, although he found it hard not to look at his sister. Cindy was watching his penis with apparent fascination. Then their eyes met, and they both blushed. Finished, they hurried back into the water, but neither of them put much spirit into swimming. Both of them kept sneaking looks at each other's body.
Cindy yawned elaborately. "I'm bored with swimming," she said. "I think I'll lie on the bank and try to get a tan."
"Me too," said Rick, with equal lassitude.
They climbed onto the grassy bank again and lay down about a foot away from each other, both of them on their backs.
"Aren't you afraid of getting a sunburn in the wrong place?" Rick said.
"I could ask you the same question," Cindy shot back.
"Well," he said lamely, "a few minutes won't hurt."
"I wouldn't risk it," Cindy mischievously insisted. "Could make you sterile."
Rick snorted. "What would you know about that?"
"I had sex education in school, just like you did," Cindy replied indignantly.
"Oh, sure," said Rick, "but that doesn't tell you what sex is really like."
"That's true," said Cindy wistfully. "I wonder, what it really is like?"
"I guess that's something you have to find out for yourself," Rick answered, "when you're old enough."
"When are you old enough?" his sister asked eagerly.
Rick pondered. "Well, everybody says you have to wait till you're grown up."
"Bullshit!" Cindy said, "I don't know why, but adults seem to want to hog all the best things, including sex. I don't see any good reason why we have to wait."
"Me, either," Rick said. "Hell, we have as much right as they do to enjoy ourselves."
"Right on!" said Cindy. "Have you ever actually done it, Rick?"
Her brother blushed. "Well, no. I've almost done it, though. Once I got Linda Green's pants off and touched her pussy."
"Linda Green!" said Cindy, wrinkling her nose. "Yucch!"
Rick laughed. "Well, I thought she'd be easy. Have you ever done it?"
"No," replied Cindy wistfully. "Oh, Rick, sometimes I think I just can't wait."
"Me, too," Rick said gloomily.
They lay in the sun, sighing, and said nothing more each other for a while. Cindy was thinking of more things she wanted to talk about with her brother, who seemed to be in the same pickle that she was. Perhaps Rick could give her some advice. She rolled over on her side to face him, started to open her mouth, and then stopped. She was so close now to his penis, and she just had to have a look at it.