I'm not here to convince you or anyone else I'm a good person. You probably already think I'm kinda fucked up. Can't blame you there. But hey, I'm not the only one.
Okay, I hear you. Let's get started.
It was a family vacation. That was the intent, at least. Me, my folks, and my sister Lauren were going down to a campground in south Illinois where we would meet up with my aunt's family. We rented out an RV for the week. Lauren would have the week free from college courses due to spring break. My parents and I asked off of work. It was going to be a jolly old time.
Then at the last minute Dad came down with the flu. My father's a tough old guy, except when he gets sick. With a cold, my old man's a big baby. I felt like he was exaggerating his illness for sympathy points, but Mom took him seriously and wouldn't leave him by himself. She insisted though that Lauren and I still take the trip. Aunt Anna, her husband Trevor and their two daughters had already taken the week off too. It would be rude for none of us to come greet them.
It felt weird leaving without the 'rents, but Lauren and I agreed to head down. As kids we had been pretty close. Good friends, but far from inseparable. As adults, we got along fine but it would be an exaggeration to say we had maintained the relationship from our youth. We conversed when we were both home for whatever reason, but we didn't go out of our way to stay in touch. I had little clue what was happening in her life; she had little clue about mine.
The eight hour drive to the campsite was mostly uneventful. I drove most of the way there. She took over for an hour or two so I could rest. We left home later than we probably should have and were still on the road at two in the morning. Being the lazy souls we are, we pulled into a parking lot to get some shut-eye. I guess you could say this is where the trouble started.
We took turns in the closed-door cubicle that constituted a "bathroom" in the RV changing into our night clothes. I just wear boxers to bed most of the time. Taking into consideration that I was sharing a confined space with my sister though, I switched them out for a pair of thin sweatpants. Switched them out as in going commando. It was a lot roomier and felt kinda freeing for my boys downstairs. I made a mental note to remember this sleeping style for the future.
Lauren got changed after me. I've been trying to find a way to skip this part, but I suppose it's unavoidable. My sister is an attractive person. Sexy even, objectively speaking. She's about 5'8". She has blue eyes and blonde hair that reaches just below her shoulders. And her breasts... Well, I don't know the measurements exactly, but they aren't small. I'd never looked at her sexually before, but, I mean, I'd noticed. How could you not?
Anyway, it did not appear Lauren had returned my sentiment about dressing conservatively for bed. When she returned from the bathroom, my sister was wearing a blue t shirt cut to expose her midriff and blue panties. That was all.
It didn't hit me until then how similar my sister looked to my ex, Sara. I'm not sure why this triggered it, maybe because Sara was the only girl I'd ever seen naked in person, but once I saw it the similarities were unshakeable. They had the same color hair, similar stature, similar body types, similar breasts...
On some level I was disgusted with myself, I assure you. I was disgusted that I would compare my own blood to someone I had carnal knowledge of and concerned that, subliminally, I had somehow seen these commonalities between the two earlier on. Yes I was mostly disgusted, but another, smaller part of me was slightly excited. I barely took notice of this part of my mentality and crushed it down immediately.
I must've reacted facially in some way because Lauren laughed at me. "What do you think, bro? I look good right?"
"I don't think anything," I replied immediately. "You just aren't wearing a whole lot is all."
"Well I'm sorry Mr. Sweatpants-To-Bed, but we don't all like being covered up when we're trying to sleep. And just so you know it's only for your sake that I'm wearing this much."
I decided to end the conversation there and head for bed.
There were three places to sleep in the RV. There was the fold out-couch, which while not big was almost a proper bed, and there were two bunks, one above the driver and passenger seats and one above the kitchenette area. According to the original plan our parents were to take the bed while Lauren and I would each choose a bunk. Seeing as our parents were no longer in the equation, this left the bed up for grabs. Lauren reasoned that since I did most of the driving, I deserved the bed. I offered it to her first, but ultimately accepted it. She took the bunk over the driver's seat and we shut off the lights.
I had trouble sleeping that night, initially. I was still awake a half-hour later when Lauren climbed down from her bunk and got into the other bunk over the kitchen area. Maybe ten minutes later she climbed down again and knelt beside my bed.
"Jim, are you awake?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah," I replied, whispering in return. "What's going on?"
"I can't get comfortable on the bunks. They aren't very soft. Do you mind if I share the bed with you?"
"You can have the bed," I said, half rising out from under the sheets.
"No, no." She lightly pushed me back down. "You don't need to get up. It's cozy but we'll both fit fine, and trust me you don't want to sleep up there."
I was too tired to argue so I stayed in place. Lauren made her way around to the other side of the bed, lifted up the sheet and blanket, and crawled in. As she had said, it was cozy. Her shoulder was right up against mine, and it felt like one of us might get pushed off the bed by the other rolling at all. Almost instinctively I made the most of what room we had by putting my arm behind her neck and around her shoulders, pulling her closer in the process. Lauren did not object. She leaned into me, putting her chin against my chest. Soon I felt her heartbeat and breathing slow. Mine soon followed.
In my dreams, I was with Sara again. She was wearing my sister's night time ensemble, but it was definitely Sara. We were in my old dorm room, alone. She pulled me close and kissed me, and said some the things I wish she had when we were together. I was naked all the sudden. She was feeling me all over, rubbing against me, rubbing my penis. It was a utopia of friction. Then she was pulling me to her. The blue panties were still on, but they hardly seemed to matter. I was thrusting at her. Not really into her; it was as if I was trying to push through her underwear.
One of my hands was cupping her breast through her shirt. My hand must have been smarter than my dick, because at some point it slipped beneath the shirt. I was cupping Sara's boob, feeling it, pinching it. She was breathing hard now, panting. Sara kissed my neck. Then she whispered in my ear, "Please just do it, Jim. Do me now."
The dream ended sometime before I woke up.
When I did wake, it was to disorientation. I did not recall where I was, whose bed it was or the identity of the girl pressed so close to me. Things clicked back into place pretty quick, and I was able to analyze what had changed during the night.
Our positions had shifted substantially. We were spooning now, with Lauren as the little spoon. The arm that had been across her shoulders before was lower now. It was at her midsection just beneath her breasts, pressing her close to me. As she was lying atop that arm, there was no way to really remove it without waking her. The blanket and sheets had been cast aside in the night. Lauren's t shirt had ridden up, and I could just make out the lower half of her boobs. (Although I was not trying to, I just happened to notice them.) Lauren was also clutching my trapped arm like a teddy bear.
None of these were my most alarming discovery. What was disturbing was that I was still rock hard from my dream the previous night, and I was pressed right up against my sister's ass in a tiny bed that did not allow much maneuverability.
And
my dick had slipped through the fly of my sweat pants, meaning it was making direct contact with Lauren's panties.
I swear I almost had a heart attack. After a moment's inspection I did breathe a slight breath of relief. If nothing else, at least I hadn't climaxed in the night. That would have been impossible to cover up.
I wiggled back as far as I could get from my sister with my left arm trapped. (It was not far at all.) When I got as far as I could, I reached down with my right hand to tuck the little soldier back into my pants. Given our close proximity, this meant that my hand did make slight contact with Lauren's butt, but I tried not to think about that. I put my penis back in my pants and used the waistband to anchor it down.
My mission complete, I went about thinking how I could get free from my little sis without waking her. It wouldn't do for her to come back to consciousness and find us like this. What would she think of me?
