Disclaimer: All characters within this story are over 18 years of age
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"Shhhhhhh," Claire whispered to me. She separated our faces briefly, giving me a concerned look. "You're making too much noise."
"Okay," I responded, hurriedly replacing my lips back into contact with hers. My eyes closed and Claire's hands sifted through my hair as we kissed with fiery passion. The quiet smacking of our saliva-filled lips emanated throughout our family tent. Only the sounds of the nighttime forest worked to drown out our kisses.
Within the sleeping bag, our legs were tangled. Claire had her right leg on top of mine, like a hook holding me in her grasp. Our chests touched and I held her closely with my arm. Our warm bodies melted into each other's.
In no rush and savoring every kiss, Claire slowly dropped her hand from my hair to my back, from my back to my stomach, and lastly, from my stomach to my crotch. Over my boxers, she grasped my already rock-hard cock, slowly stroking me.
I was in heaven yet again. After the previous night, I worried if I ever would get to be with Claire again. I was glad when the night was as cold as the one prior and Claire let me sleep in her sleeping bag. Even more glad when in the middle of the night I was shaken awake by my hormone-filled sister. It must have been around three in the morning.
Then there we were, making out in our shared sleeping bag. A younger brother and his sweet older sister, only a few feet from their sleeping parents. It was so naughty and wrong, but so filled with love that it felt like the most right thing to do.
Our tongues did the tango as they danced in each other's mouths. Claire's hand pulled on my penis, making quick work of my boxers as she pushed them down my legs. Her hand on my bare cock gave me butterflies. My virgin-no-more cock was being played with once again.
I brought my own hand from Claire's body to her stomach, not stopping my descent until I reached her panty-covered vagina mound. Her warmth was radiating and I could feel it atop her cotton panties. I was mere inches from feeling her vagina with my hand for the first time. I edged closer and closer to her waiting sex as I slipped my hand between her legs. I reached a wet spot on her panties as I began to feel the contours of her vagina. I was so close. So badly I wanted to be one with Claire once again. To be inside of her.
Suddenly, a cough came from the other side of the tent. Claire and I froze, scared to death. Both of our respective hands retracted back to our bodies. Another cough rang out followed by some movement and shifting. I was facing our parents' side of the tent and over top of Claire's body, I could see movement in the dark.
Our dad was awake and it looked like he was putting on his jacket. He must be leaving to take a piss, I thought. My heart was racing and being so close to Claire it felt like I could feel her's racing too. Were we loud? How long had he been awake? Were we caught?
I couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen if we were caught. My erection disappeared immediately. My boxers were down towards my ankles by that point, but I didn't dare move a muscle. The sound of the tent zipper echoed through the night. I watched as our dad stepped outside and zipped the tent back up.
Only then did Claire and I breathe. I pulled my boxers back up my legs, quietly hiding my penis. I looked at Claire and I had no doubt she could see how worried I was by my face. Like the caring big sister she was, she mouthed an, "It's okay," to me. I hoped it was.
Our dad returned only moments later, supporting my theory that he just had to pee. I lay still as he got back inside the tent, removed his jacket, and returned to his sleeping spot next to our mom. I hoped we weren't the reason he woke up and noticed he had to pee.
The tent was once again silent. Only with the forest's nightly sounds playing like a record in the distance. Crickets, animals, and the sound of wind rustling through the trees. I prayed for the rest of the night that we weren't caught. Only after some time had passed, did my worrying succumb to my sleepiness. I fell asleep next to Claire.
I woke up to the loud chirping of birds. The morning rays of sunlight were shining through the fabric of our tent. The air was still cool, but I could already tell it would be a nice day. One by one we all woke up, got dressed, and left the tent, entering our campsite.
The site we chose was secluded for privacy, but still close enough to the public bathrooms, lake, and hiking trails. There weren't many people at the camping park that early in the season, so the sounds of nature could be heard uninterrupted. No voices, music, or cars driving around. My whole family loved to be outdoors and we cherished the few camping trips we were able to take since Claire and I have gotten older.
I watched as Claire was the last of us to leave the tent. She wore an oversized crewneck sweater and biker shorts that put her toned legs on display. Her blonde hair was in a loose ponytail with two strands hanging from both sides of her temple, perfectly framing her beautiful face. She could have been wearing anything and she would've still looked like an angel.
Quickly, my mind was brought back to the scene from last night. It was like Claire was the only thing that occupied my mind. I've had crushes or been infatuated with girls before, but this felt different. I couldn't explain it if I tried.
As a family, we ate breakfast. There was no mention of incest and our parents were acting normal. Claire and I assumed we were in the clear. Our family played some card games until it was time for lunch. We all ate together on the picnic table. After lunch, we were all sitting around the campsite, doing our own thing. My mom and Claire were both reading books and my dad was playing around with his portable mini BBQ that he hadn't figured out how to properly work yet.
"I'm gonna go to the lake," I told my family. I wanted to move around and walking to the lake seemed like a good idea. It was only a 15-minute walk from where our site was.
"I'll come," Claire said, closing her book and setting it aside on her lawn chair. She sprung from her seat and I followed her lead.
"Don't get lost," my mom said as we left the campsite, not even looking up from her book.
"Only if Claire leads the way," I joked.
"Ha... ha," Claire responded in a sarcastic laugh. Both of us could have gotten to the lake with our eyes closed. We had been camping at this park many times throughout our lives and it had become a family favorite for the spring. However, Claire was never the best with directions, so there was a chance she would still get lost. We always poked fun at her for being directionally challenged.
We walked side by side for the whole walk, chit-chatting about random topics. School, sports, whatever the other had been up to the past little while. It was always nice to talk with Claire. I considered her one of my best friends.
Eventually, we arrived at the lake. It was calm in the spring weather with minimal waves. There were some people around the beach shore, but none were swimming. The water was still too cold at that time of year. We decided to do a mini hike on a trail that runs along the water's edge. It was an easy hike that we had done many times before.
It was great to soak in the beauty of nature around the water. I followed Claire's lead as she led the way down a thinner part of the trail. I couldn't help but glance a few times at Claire's shapely bum. Her shorts clung to her skin, leaving little to the imagination. She was fit and her butt showed all of her hard work staying active. It had the perfect plum shape and I could tell it was firm with each of her steps. Not to mention I had felt it against me two nights ago.
