Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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In the blackness of the night I could hear the wind brush through the branches of the trees above us. The moonlight lit up the roof of our small two-person tent. Crickets provided the background noise somewhere in the distance. I couldn't sleep. Nature wasn't for me.
Every year since I was about five the family went on a weekend trip into the Washington woods. It was fun as children. Running freely, scared of walking into bears and what not. But I was twenty now. I didn't understand why I still had to join on this stupid trip. Annoyed I rolled onto my side, accepting my fate of insomnia in the wild.
The summer heat was doable, but I was still hot in my pyjama pants. Next to me, my brother Brock was sleeping like an ox. His heavy breath ending in a roaring snore. His big chest moving up and down. Gods he was built. At 24 he was a real man. Whereas I was 5"7 and couldn't gain weight or muscles no matter how I changed my diet, he was ripped head to toe.
I heard an owl close by. Ugh, how was he asleep right now?
I continued to listen to his ragged breath for at least a half an hour, hoping it would sooth me into sleep as if I were counting sheep, until I couldn't stand it anymore. I rolled over to him with as much noise I could make in my sleeping bag. The warmth of his body somewhat made me less courageous, but I still lifted myself up and hovered over him. When he started snoring again, I pinched his nose.
His mouth automatically fell open and sucked the air in. He didn't seem waken. But my plan seemed to work. He stopped snoring. I laid down next to him. His skin felt so warm, so familiar. I looked at the muscles and veins in arms. The brown hairs that covered the lower half while his biceps were smooth as a baby. I didn't yet want to turn back away from him. It reminded me of all the summers before, where we were stuck in a tent while our sister Jenny and our parents were cozy in the caravan. The things we did and never spoke of.
I forced myself to turn away again. We weren't reckless boys anymore. In fact Brock and I hadn't seen each other since Christmas. As close as we had been as teenagers, sharing our passion for motorbikes and hiking, we were in different places now. Most of all, I was gay and proud of it. I had the time of my life in college and fucked as many men as I possibly could. Brock had been in a relationship for eleven years. Yeah, I'm not kidding, he's been with Carly since he was 15. But she had a demanding job and never joined us for these outings. I liked it better that way. For all our separation, this was still our time together.
I turned around on my other side and looked at the canvas of the tent swaying with the wind. I'd fall asleep soon enough I told myself.
Suddenly Brock started grunting. He turned on his side and... his arm fell on my body.
Brock worked in construction and never needed to work-out. He was naturally strong like a mountain. His large hand grabbed my tiny waist and pulled my entire body closer to his without any effort. Did he think he was at home with Carly?
My stomach turned. My mind was spinning. These sensations were arousing, because I had many men who treated me like this after they had fucked my brains out. But I had to tell myself this wasn't an erotic moment. This was my brother. My big brother on our family weekend. My dick didn't listen and grew in my pyjama pants.
I panicked. What if he noticed?
I tried to move my body out from under his strong grip without him waking up, but his arm easily kept me locked in. And every time I moved, the sleeping bag slipped further off until my naked upper body was stroking his naked muscled arm. My dick jumped. Fuck, for once could I not be turned on? This was not the time!
I felt Brocks warm breath in my neck. God that felt good. A part of me wanted to scoot backwards and snuggle up. Just hug him like brothers do. Why was that weird?
No. No, if he was awake he wouldn't do this. He thought I was Carly and he would let me go if he knew what he was doing. Enjoying this final moment of intimacy, I cleared my throat to wake him up.
Nothing happened. Should I try again? As I was ready to call his name, I felt his head move closer to my neck. His warm breath wrapped itself around me, making my skin tingle. His wet lips placed a tiny kiss on the back of my neck.
"Can't you sleep little brother?" I heard his deep voice say.
He was awake?
Brock grip didn't soften, instead, he pushed his hand closer to my waist and pulled my lower body towards him. And then I felt it. His huge, rock hard cock through his boxers.
I knew Brock had a big dick, but I had forgotten just how big. My lower ass cheek felt a rock hard ridge, curving all the way up until his cockhead poked against the small of my back. It must be at least 7, no 8 ,inches I thought. I felt my asshole twitch. No, stop. He was just being a dufus.
"Let go of me," I said, acting as if he was wrestling with me and I was still his younger brother who didn't want to play his games.
He laughed, bellowing like he always did. I loved that sound.
"Come on," is all he said, while he pulled out his other arm and wronged it under my neck, wrapping both his arms around my frail body.
I turned around and pushed him away, rolling out of his grip.
"I'm trying to sleep," I said jokingly.
"Me too, but I can't," he said, while boyishly grabbing his boxer and rearranging his dick.
I looked at it. He sported a huge tent.
He caught me looking at it. I heard his breath increase.
It was silent. It stayed that way for a couple of seconds.
"Carly doesn't touch it anymore," he said.
