I've always loved getting my back scratched. This is what would lead me into the steamy darkness of a wonderful, incestuous relationship. That feeling of nice sharp fingernails dragged gently, softly down my back always soothed me, even when I was a child; even when I was quite an adult.
Mom and I were always close; in a way that she wasn't with my brother. She and Dad had always had a very loving, affectionate relationship. I was more like her and Daniel was more like Dad. Not that my brother Daniel got along great with Dad, they were just more similar and had similar interests. They were into cars and sports, I was more into being quiet and reading, playing by myself when I got tired of the neighborhood kids. Mom had been like that, or so she told me.
Daniel was older than me by 3 years, but the age gap seemed much greater. There was no way he would ever allow his bookish younger brother to hang around with him and his friends. I didn't have lots of friends, but they were markedly different; bookish, nerdy, creative. My parents worried a bit that we weren't closer, but had no idea how to make it better.
One spring, in my 18th year, they decided to take a family trip to the mountains of Colorado. Forced to be together, with no one else to hang out with, it was assumed we would bond a bit, being manly in the great outdoors. Mom wasn't really into camping that much. Dad and Daniel were, and often went camping, just the 2 of them. A few times we had gone tent camping as a family, which was fun, but still not our favorite thing. This trip was to include a 2 night camp out in the wilderness. Not too difficult, as you could drive right to the camp site.
Mom and I made camp while Dad and Danny went exploring. They had tried to get us to go, but the day was growing late and Mom wanted to start dinner. I had noticed an exquisitely cute girl 2 sites over and was more interested in her than humping it up to the falls. It was chilly out, being spring, the snow had only melted a month before and the river was flowing heavily. I started the fire while Mom started dinner. I set up the chairs and made a reasonably cozy campsite.
Afterwards I strolled up the bank of the river, mostly to get a closer look at the cute blond with her hair pulled up into a sexy knot at the back of her head. She glanced over at me a couple of times as I passed, and her brilliant blue eyes made my heart pound. In a short time I was half a mile up the river. I sat on a rock in the slanting evening sunlight, at the edge of the pounding water, as the sun slipped lower and touched the mountains. I thought I had better head back as I had no flashlight if it got dark on me.
It was almost dark by the time I got back, expecting a telling off about being late for dinner. I strolled into the camp site and saw Mom sitting there alone by the dwindling fire, arms around her knees.
"Where did you get off to?" she asked, a slight edge to her voice. I told her that I was just up the river, watching the sunset. "Where the hell are your father and brother?" She asked no one in particular, now her voice very edgy. "They leave us to handle everything here, and simply head off by themselves. Plus, dinner is ready. It's getting cold!"
"We should just eat then." I told her, sitting in the chair next to her. "Let them eat cold food." She agreed and we did, sitting quietly munching chili and potato salad, pickles and garlic bread. "They're going to love this garlic bread cold." I muttered. Mom laughed. She asked me to clean our plates as she was going to set up her and Dad's bedding, and disappeared into the huge 12 man tent that we used for car camping.
I cleaned our plates and stuff by the glare of the Coleman lantern and then went in and started setting up my air mattress and sleeping bag. I left Daniel's, rolled up by the side of the tent. We busied ourselves with these minor chores while we waited. We then went back to the fire and waited some more. Mom was really getting mad about them taking off and being gone so long.
"Did they take flashlights?" she finally asked. I told her that I didn't know. She seemed genuinely worried now, so I got up to check the stock in the box where all there lights were kept. They were all still there. I returned and told her so. "God damn it!" she swore exasperated. "Do you think they went way out and got stuck in the dark?" I agreed that it was possible, but reminded her that Dad was always prepared. He must have taken a small headlamp at least.
We sat by the fire awhile longer, adding logs and staying warm. "We could go look for them." I offered. Mom asked if I even knew which way they went. "Well, they headed up the river, I assume they were headed for the falls. Follow the river and we'd probably find them." She agreed. We sat a while longer. Mom kept looking over her shoulder up the river, as if expecting them to wander into the firelight any moment.
We sat there for another hour, chatting quietly about the trip so far, my relationship with my brother, school, that girl 2 sites over. She chided me over my shyness around girls and we both laughed a bit, but she was increasingly uncomfortable about Dad and Daniel being gone so long. I knew she was going to give them such a telling off when they got back.
"Should we go check with the rangers?" she wondered. I told her that the station was closed when I passed, but that they were probably cruising around. I would flag them down when they went by. We sat in silence now, staring into the flames. It was really getting late. Clearly something was wrong. They must really be lost.
"I hope that one of them didn't get hurt." She said quietly, sounding very distressed. Moments later the headlights from the ranger truck flashed on us as it approached. We both jumped out of our chairs. We flagged him down and explained the situation. He introduced himself as Ranger Mike and asked what time they had set out. We told him the time and he calculated that they would have just reached the falls at sunset, but that they would have passed the upper ranger station to get there. Perhaps it got too dark and they hold up there, he wondered. He got on the radio and called the ranger upriver. Had he seen the two guys pass by? The ranger responded that he had and warned them that it was getting dark. His voice sounded irked, that these yahoos had given him a 'Ya ya ya' reply and continued on.
Both rangers sounded a bit put out that now they had 2 people lost in the dark. They agreed that they would set out in the dark and go find them. Our ranger, Andrew, told us to hang tight and wait for them to bring the guys in. We gave him their names and descriptions and he headed off to arrange a search party, telling us to sit tight and not go anywhere; they didn't need more people going missing in the dark.
Mom and I returned to the fire to wait. Mom was really mad by now, but nervous at the same time. I could tell she was hoping that they were just lost, a stupid thing, and not hurt. She would give them such grief later.
By now it was midnight and we were both nodding off by the fire. "Screw this!" she said angrily. "I'm freezing. Let's go to bed. They can wake up when they get back." She stood and marched to the tent, unzipping it roughly. I banked the fire a bit and followed. I went in the turned to zip it closed. Mom stood there staring at the 2 sleeping bags that she had zipped together for her and Dad. "Well your father isn't here to keep me warm, so why don't you climb in with me?" It wasn't really a question.
I watched as she quickly tossed off her jacket and shucked off her jeans. She was wearing silk long johns, top and bottom, and pulled a Flashdance move, unhooking and removing her bra from underneath her shirt. I noticed the gentle sway of her unharnessed breasts and the instant erection of her nipples, poking through the tight material of her shirt. They hadn't drooped a bit, just moved gently side to side as she went about clamoring into the huge sleeping bag. She hissed and gasped at the cold as she climbed in. "Oh jeez. Hurry up and get in here and warm me up! It's freezing!"
I tossed off my clothes, down to my t-shirt and long johns and climbed in with her, zipping the side shut. Mom immediately squirmed up against my back and wrapped her arms around me, mashing her breasts into my back. "Mmmm yeah! Better! Thank you sweetie." She continued to wriggle against me, getting comfy. "I am so pissed at your father!" she whispered into my ear. "Your brother too, but your father always has to prove he's so macho. And your brother just follows right along. It's like those two are in competition."
