My sister, Krysta, and I have always been close. Despite that we're a few years apart, we've always had a very good familial relationship. Growing up, we would rarely argue. In fact, our home life was very good. Some might say it was too good, even eerily good.
We were raised in a regulated house with rules, and we were expected to follow them. We were taught responsibility, and we were expected to always be accountable for our actions.
Neither of us bothered to rebel, and we never accepted the concept of doing so as being normal. I personally thought the idea was bullshit, just an excuse that's used by people with less discipline, less structure, and a want to escape a situation on the sole basis that they can't get their way. This was one point that my sister and I disagreed on, but only definitionally.
By the time we were in our early and mid-twenties, we'd established our own lives, but our closeness remained. Granted, we didn't get to talk, or hang out as much as we did before, but our reunions, even though rarely after an extended time, were often met with some of the happiest moments I can recount.
It wasn't long when I found my thoughts constantly returning to her. I'd think of her short blonde hair, her sexy body... I guess I should mention I developed a crush. How could I not? Most people, when they spend so much time together, tend to develop feelings of attraction. We can't help who we fall in love with, after all.
By the time I hit thirty, I was working from home, and Krysta's job would often take her out of state. We would text, and tease each other in any way we could, but for months at a time, we wouldn't see each other at all. Krysta would often default to flirty jokes, and our conversations would often lead to talking about our sex lives.
We felt no shame in sharing these details with each other, it was just a sign of our closeness, but we did know that most people wouldn't understand, and might pass undue judgment based on their own prejudice, so we kept such conversations private.
She told me she had started dating a guy, and she'd made a case to transfer to another department, so she could be closer to home more often. She eventually got a transfer.
When I was thirty-one, and Krysta was twenty-eight, again, a couple years ago, we went camping with some friends; just a couple we knew. Krysta would commonly wear a bikini top with some shorts, and when our friends weren't looking, she would bend over in front of me, or brush me in some sexual fashion that she could always explain away if I protested. I never protested, of course. I wanted more, but the act was done so carefully, I was convinced I was reading more into it than there was.
Ultimately, after the trip, I couldn't help but think about such instances. Her flirty nature in our conversations, how she'd find any reason to touch me, or hug me... her fit body brushing against me.
I found myself looking online for videos of brothers and sister having sex. Most of it was obviously fake, but some was convincing enough to enjoy. This was how I started spending my free time, along with writing my own erotic fiction, all incest of course.
Spring 2017 began, and my thoughts changed very little. Krysta had been fighting to stay home on a more permanent basis, and she'd finally won that case. After going out on the road one final time, she was allowed to start selling her company's product locally, and over the phone.
One day, as I sat at home on my computer, watching porn, my phone buzzed. I picked it up, and answered a call from Krysta.
"Hey, bro. You wanna go camping?" she said.
"Yeah, that sounds really good. When?" I said.
"How about this coming week?" she said.
"Yeah, I should be able to do that. You bringing the gear?"
"Yes, and I'll pick you up to bring you, that okay?" she said.
"Yeah, that's fine, sis," I said.
"M'kay, I'll see you then," she said.
We both hung up, and I went back to watching my porn.
The day that we got to the camp site, I started going through the gear to set everything up. The evening breeze flowed through the site, situated alongside a river, providing a cooling effect that was gentle, and nice.
"Er- um... sis," I said. "I think you forgot to bring the second tent."
She looked over at me. "Oh no, I forgot to tell you I was just bringing the large one. Is that a problem?"
"No, that's fine," I said. Thoughts raced through my mind, but I sought to stow them until I had time to think about it.
We put up the tent, and set out on a hike that followed the river. Just like last time, Krysta was wearing some shorts and a bikini top, and I couldn't help but admire her swaying ass while she walked.
"Oh! When are Jen and Tom arriving?" I asked. They were the friends we'd camped with last time, and I'd assumed they were coming.
"I didn't invite them. I wanted this trip to be just the two of us," Krysta said.
About twenty minutes into the hike, we stopped at some rocks to talk. I sat on a rock, and Krysta sat on the ground.
"I love the outdoors," Krysta said.
"Yeah, me too. I always have," I said. "We're supposed to be out here, among the trees, where we are in tune with the world around us. Humans spend too much time around technology, they lose touch with reality."
"I like it out here because it makes me feel more free," Krysta said. "Like, society is based on so many fucking rules... I feel like I can do whatever the fuck I want out here, and nobody is here to tell me I can't."
"Yeah."
The sun started going down, so we got up and started backtracking toward the camp site.
"So," Krysta said. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No," I said.
"What? Why?" she said. "If I had a guy like you, I'd do anything to keep him."
"I don't know. I just can't seem to really connect with anyone on a deep level. I mean, I've been with some nice girls, but nothing just clicked," I said.
"Maybe you just haven't found the right girl," Krysta said.
"What about you? You still seeing that one guy?" I said.
"No. Not anymore..."
"Sorry to hear that," I said.
"Don't be. He was a nice guy, but I didn't really love him. Good relationship, just... I guess like you, there just wasn't any real deep connection there."
"But how the fuck are you single?" I said. "I mean, Jesus Christ, look at you... you're a babe!"
She smiled at me. "Thanks."
"So, do you know who the next lucky guy is gonna be?" I teased her.
"Well, kinda depends on how he feels," she said.
When we got back to the camp site, we ate, then set up our sleeping bags on either side of the tent she'd brought. The center was open, so we could easily get in and out. After we'd set it all up, we both laid down on our sleeping bags.
"I gotta be honest, sis, I have a hard time sleeping when I'm clothed," I said.
"Me too," she said. "That's why I brought my bikinis."
"That's great, but... I don't think they'll fit me," I joked.
She laughed, and brought up Truth or Dare, so we played for a while. Eventually, the final dare was mine to perform, and having won last time, I sought to keep that trophy.
"Okay," she said. "I dare you to strip in front of me."
I got up, removed my shirt, and dropped my shorts, showing off my hard dick. I felt like I was living a dream, at this point, but wondered if she realized I would actually strip in front of her.
Her jaw dropped. "Why are you hard?" she said.
"Because you're hot, and I can't help it," I laughed. I laid back down in my sleeping bag, and left it open while she openly stared.
