Summary: A brother & sister find a special way to stay warm in nature
NOTE 1: This is a 2012 Earth Day Contest Story.
NOTE 2: Thank you, as always, to Estragon for copy-editing my work.
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My parents were born maybe fifteen years too late. They are hippies in every sense of the word. Our only family tradition was our yearly week with Mother Nature. Every year my parents would choose some beautiful remote place, an untouched piece of nature, and we would live off the land for the week. We had been to the Amazon, Alaska, Africa, and Egypt during the past four years. This year my parents surprised us with a hiking trip in the Canadian Rocky Mountains. My sister had turned eighteen a couple of weeks before, and she was going to school in Oxford in the fall, so we all knew this may be our last family Mother Earth trip, even though we all promised to keep up the family tradition at whatever cost.
The first two days of the hiking trip had been an unequivocal disaster. We were all athletic and loved hiking so it was a great choice. Unfortunately, the weather gods were not kind to us. It down poured the whole time. The first day we didn't get half as far as we had hoped, and getting the tents up in the rain and wind was nasty. We went to bed early hoping the next day would be better.
The second day deceived us, Mother Nature clearly smiling as she teased us with her beauty and then unleashed her wrath. The sun was shining when we woke up, but by noon the sun had disappeared not to make another appearance all day, and the clouds pissed on us for a second straight day. Setting up camp was again an adventure and when it began snowing in the evening, on May 17th, we again went to bed early. That was the problem with Canada, there was no such thing as a time when there was no chance of snow.
Although my parents had always been prepared for the weather, they had not expected the below freezing temperatures that Mother Nature had thrown at us in May. My sister, Mary, whined, "I almost froze to death last night. I am not sure I can handle another night like last night."
My Mom set the spark that would start a forest fire of pleasure when she suggested, "Well, do what you two used to do."
"What is that?" my sister asked.
"You two used to zip your sleeping bags together and sleep as one," my mom revealed.
I pointed out, "Mom, we were ten."
She shrugged, "Just saying, it is one way to keep warm tonight."
Such a small thing, but like most things in life, it is the small things that slowly domino into something so much bigger. And it was that night, in the strange snowy conditions of the Rocky Mountains, that I first fucked my sister.
It started innocently enough. My sister and I were in our separate sleeping bags trying to get warm and get a good night's sleep. About twenty minutes into our attempt to sleep my sister said, "I am freezing."
My intentions were sincere and harmless, but it was one simple question that began our incestuous relationship. I asked, "Is there anything I can do?"
She asked, "Can we zip are sleeping bags together so I can steal your body warmth, like Mom suggested?"
Another innocent suggestion; the thought of fucking my sister wasn't even remotely in my head yet. Not to say I had never considered it, because I had, especially lately. My sister was two years younger than me, a young, ripe, 18-year-old young woman who had blossomed in her grade twelve year. Her chest developed, her ass firmed up. She had hazel eyes that looked right into you and her chestnut hair flowed to her shoulders. She was pretty in the old fashioned way in that she didn't wear a bunch of make-up like most woman do nowadays to conceal their insecurities, she didn't dress like a whore like so many teens did seeking attention instead of respect, and she was well-educated and showed it; unlike most of the vapid girls I had dated, but usually broke up with because they couldn't hold up a conversation. So, like all boys who had an attractive sister with big breasts, I stroked myself to thoughts of her on occasion. That said, I had never considered it a real possibility.
We zipped up our sleeping bags together like we had when we were kids and she cuddled into me to get warm. Almost simultaneously, as if the universe was playing incestuous Cupid, we heard Mom moaning in the nearby tent. My parents were pretty liberal in our upbringing and didn't hide that they still were passionately in love with each other. We had heard them having sex at home and on our trips for as long as I can remember.
My sister giggled, "Apparently they found their own way to get warm."
I quipped back, "Yes, but they are just warming up."
My sister laughed, as we knew the dirty talk would begin soon.
We listened intently for a couple of minutes before Dad finally said, "You like that, baby?"
"Oh yes, Cam, you feel so good in me," our mother replied.
I continued my witty commentary. "It seems to be heating up in there."
My sister was still shivering and asked, "Could you wrap your arm around me, Allen?"
I obliged, wrapping her up in my warmth.
Our Dad continued his dirty talk. "Bounce back on my cock, baby."
Mom must have obeyed because her moans increased exponentially.
I joked, "Dad is really kindling Mom's fire."
My sister retorted, "The flames of passion are keeping them warm."
Moans of our parents continued until Mom begged, "Harder Cam, harder, I'm so close, oh yes harder, harder, fuuuuuuuck!"
"And the volcano erupts," I announced.
My sister sighed. "I need my volcano to erupt. It has been dormant for way too long."
I played along with her confession. "It's too bad you are my sister. I have been told I can really light a fire."
