Camping With Courtney

This is my entry in the

Literotica Summer Lovin' Story Contest 2024

. I hope you enjoy it, and don't forget to vote with your stars!

Be advised that this story features brother/sister romance. This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.

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Mom loved camping, probably because her parents were avid campers. My grandparents were members of a camping and hiking association, and they passed their love of the great outdoors to their daughter. Dad enjoyed camping too, but his passion was his job. I guess you could call our summer camping trip a compromise. Dad would leave work for a week, but it was usually just one week.

We had a small pop-up camper -- a little thing that we towed behind our car. At the campsite, it popped up into a respectable-sized tent. When my sister Courtney and I were little, all four of us could sleep in there. As I got older, I wanted a tent of my own -- somewhere I could get a little privacy. I almost always woke up with a hard-on, and it had become cumbersome to try to make excuses for staying in bed every morning, waiting for my erection to settle down. I eventually convinced my parents to buy a little one-person tent for me under the pretense of needing more leg room.

Courtney was happy to sleep in the pop-up with Mom and Dad. She enjoyed our summer trips to the mountains, the fresh air and beautiful scenery, but she wasn't a rugged outdoors girl. She much preferred the "luxury" of the camper. For my part, I took full advantage of my private room. I would pleasure myself every night and on those mornings when I woke up early. I just had to take care not to be too loud about it. Canvas tents are anything but soundproof.

One recent woodland excursion took place right after my sister had graduated from high school. She had a ton of plans for the summer, but was happy to include a family trip to the mountains. We always camped in the Adirondack mountains of northern New York, and some of those campgrounds were places we'd been to over and over since childhood.

The timing worked out great for me, too. My sophomore year at college had ended a few weeks before Courtney had graduated, but an internship I'd signed up for had run three weeks past the end of the semester. Not only had that meant three weeks on payroll - and thus a job-job that I could put on my resume as such - but also that, by the time I was to meet my parents and sister at the campsite, everything would already be set up. You might say I take after my father; I like camping just fine, but I'm not so obsessed with it that I'm in love with all the chores.

The day I drove in was hotter than usual, and I was looking forward to a nice swim in the lake. I pulled into our campsite, jumped out of my, car and started stripping down to my swim trunks, which I had wisely worn under my jeans. It was then that I spotted my little sister.

She was wearing a white bikini, which was modest enough -- at least as modest as a bikini can ever be -- but on her it was a feast for the eyes. At that moment, I realized that she'd morphed into a beautiful and sexy woman. Her ass was tight and perfectly round; her tits were a perky C cup. I stopped with my jeans down around my ankles and took in her beauty. She hadn't really changed much, but her nearly naked state had taken me by surprise. It took me several seconds before I managed to say something. "Courtney! Hi!"

My sister just stood there with her hands on her deliciously curved hips and a smirk on her face. Although it was just the beginning of summer, she'd obviously been working on her tan. My very next thought was,

I wonder if she has tan lines?

It only got more lascivious from there.

"Hi bro! It's about time you got here. I was beginning to wonder if you'd show up."

"Wouldn't dream of missing it!" I replied, kicking off my jeans. As I strolled over to her, she held her arms out, inviting me in for a hug. I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but god, those tits! I was falling in love with her boobs. I know she saw me looking at them. I couldn't help myself. Fortunately, everything had happened so quickly that my cock hadn't had time to rise, and although our bodies were pressed together for a few seconds, I don't think she felt my dick swelling up against her bikini-covered pussy.

Mom and Dad were sitting at the fire pit with their feet up on the bricks that surrounded the charred remains of the previous night's fire. It was mid-afternoon, and the new fire wouldn't be lit until dusk.

"Alan, it's good to see you!" Dad came over and gave me a big hug, patting my back the way guys do. Mom was right behind him with her own motherly embrace. As much as I enjoyed the independence of college life, I was still glad to see my parents.

Courtney was right beside me, and she put her arm around my waist. "I bet I can still dive better than you," she said. "I've been practicing the past couple days while you were goofing off somewhere."

"Oh, that sounds like a challenge! You're on!" We ran to the dock and jumped in the lake. We spent a couple hours in a diving competition, which she clearly won. My favorite part was watching Courtney climb the ladder up to the dock. Her bikini bottoms tantalizingly covered most of her ass, but my imagination filled in the places my eyes couldn't see.

My sister and I had a long history of teasing each other—just normal sibling stuff. When we'd been kids it had frequently been mean, but as we'd gotten older it had gradually taken on a more playful tone. The playfulness had gotten more and more suggestive as we'd approached adulthood, and it seemed she was taking teasing to a new level. She wasn't giving me a show by accident. She was flaunting it, and it was getting to me.

After our swim, we lay on the dock, talking, teasing each other, and enjoying the sunset. We were both a little surprised when we saw that Dad had come out to join us. "Kids," he said, "I need to talk to you for a minute. I just got a call from work. Some new, big client just signed on, and they asked for me specifically. If I pull this off, it could mean a huge promotion."

My first reaction was,

You actually take work calls while you're on vacation?

Out loud, I said, "Which means, I hope, a huge raise?"

Dad grinned. "Don't count your chickens and all that, but yeah, I'm hoping. Alan, the camp site is prepaid for the rest of the week. You can stay if you want to, but Mom and I need to leave first thing tomorrow morning. Courtney, you and Alan talk about what you want to do. You can either ride home with us or stay here and come home with your brother. Alan, you don't have a trailer hitch on your car, do you?"

"Nope. Ah, I get it. You can't leave the pop-up, can you?"

"No, which means if Courtney stays, you'll need to figure out who gets your tent."

Courtney and I exchanged looks, but she spoke up first. "I don't want to leave just yet, so I'm good with staying with my brother for a bit." Then she grinned at me. "You won't mind sleeping under the stars for a few nights, will you, Alan?"

In just a split second, my mind went through all the possibilities, probabilities and permutations, but they all concluded with one thing: alone time with my hot sister. No way was I passing up the opportunity. "Yeah, sounds good to me." I tried to sound nonchalant; I was hoping my excitement didn't show in my voice.

The four of us had a pleasant evening around the fire pit. Courtney had a thousand questions about the college I was attending; she had been accepted at the same school for the fall term. Dad remarked, only half-jokingly, that I'd need to act as her chaperone during her freshman year. He even said something about tucking her in at night. I Immediately thought of my sister in a skimpy, translucent nightie, with me kissing her goodnight. I glanced at Courtney just as that dirty thought ran through my mind, and her expression was all over the place. She gave Dad an "

I'm not a baby!"

pout and glare, but there was something else. Maybe it was that her brow was too relaxed, or that there was a stray twinkle in her eye.

As dusk descended, Dad showed me his patented method for building The World's Best Campfire. He'd given that same lesson every summer for years. It was just another of our family traditions. Once the fire was going, it provided a nice antidote to the cool, crisp mountain air.

Courtney had put on a light sweatshirt over her bathing suit, but her white bikini bottoms remained uncovered. She was directly across the fire pit from me. With her feet braced against the stonework of the pit, I had an excellent view of her crotch. I fantasized about what was hiding behind the fabric - and, apropos of nothing, I also imagined that they were panties instead of swimsuit bottoms. It definitely added something. She shifted a little, and I could swear I saw her cameltoe. That's when I realized my cock was stiffening in my bathing suit, threatening to put my bulge on display. Fortunately, I had a towel with me, and I casually draped it over my lap.

That went on for a while: Courtney changing positions, her bikini-covered pussy calling to me, and my cock throbbing under the towel. Then I noticed that she was watching me. She knew what had my rapt attention, and she was grinning. I blushed furiously, although in the flickering glow of the campfire, I had a reasonable doubt that anyone noticed.

At that very moment, Courtney stood up and said, "I'll be back in a minute." She disappeared into the pop-up tent. After a minute or two she came back out wearing a longer sweatshirt -- one that covered her bottom. That new development really embarrassed me. I had hastily concluded that her grin had been sardonic -- that she had been mocking me for perving on my own sister. I was just glad I'd covered my erection.

She retook her position across from me and braced her feet against the fire pit once again. I tried to keep my eyes from her crotch, but I couldn't maintain my resolve for long. One quick glance showed me that her longer sweatshirt was doing the trick; I couldn't see any of her bikini bottoms. She cleared her throat to get my attention as she parted her legs just a little bit. She looked at me and smiled, then parted them a tiny bit more.

From my vantage point directly across the fire pit, I had been the only person to have a view of her crotch before. We hadn't changed seats when she'd changed her sweatshirt, so I was the only person who could see that my little sister had removed her bathing suit. The flickering firelight danced across each of us, but it also lit up her pussy nicely. I could see under her sweatshirt, right up to her little peach. I could see her smooth mound, a slit dividing it in half. As she moved her legs together then apart repeatedly. I could see her pussy opening slightly, only to close tight again as her thighs cut off my view.

Courtney looked at me and smiled broadly. Her eyes kept moving between my eyes and the towel on my lap. She raised her eyebrows a few times, which I took to be a question: "

Is your cock hard?"

I made a slight nod in reply, because my cock was indeed very hard. She made a theatrical sad face and chuckled at my predicament.

"Alan, are you teasing your sister?"

So close, yet so far, Mom,

I thought to myself.

You do always take her side.

I put on a huge, obviously fake smile and asked, "Who, me? Now why would you think that?"

"Okay," Dad said, "now you two behave, alright? Court, I know you're an instigator. Don't torture your brother." Dad was so spot on that I had to look at him to make sure he hadn't seen her torture device -- the thing that was making me squirm: her cute twat.

Mom stood up and announced, "Well, I'm going to bed. Ben, we have a long drive ahead of us in the morning. You should come to bed, too. Goodnight, kids." My sister dropped her feet to the ground and pulled her sweatshirt down as far as it would go. Mom gave us each a kiss on the forehead and started towards the camper. "Courtney, try to be quiet when you come to bed. G'night!"

Mom and Dad headed towards the pop-up and their final night's sleep in the tent. As soon as the tent zipper proclaimed that the 'door' was shut, Courtney moved over next to me. "'Don't torture your brother,'" she said quietly in her best Dad imitation. "Is it torture if the victim loves every second of it? I know you enjoyed seeing my furry kitty. Admit it. I made you hard, didn't I?"

My concern over the meaning of her grin was fading fast. "Is this something they teach in your senior year now? How to flash your brother? Did you get an A? Because I think I'd give you a C-plus."

"C-plus? C-plus? Why that low? I think I deserve a much better grade." She leaned against my arm and whispered in my ear. "What do I have to do to get an A?"

I turned and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll be holding private lessons starting tomorrow. We'll see if we can get that grade up. I'm sure you can do it; I know you're good at getting things up."

She chuckled and gave me a little side hug. "It is good to see you, Alan. Seriously. The boys in school are just that: boys. Over this past year, I've been thinking about you a lot. Is that weird? Is it okay that I fantasize about my own brother?"

"You'll never hear me complain. Just don't discuss it with Mom, unless she brings it up first. Hmmm. That could be interesting. Maybe Mom fantasizes about me, too!"

Courtney punched me in the arm. "I'm not sharing! Besides, she's leaving in the morning, and I'm staying here with you. You're all mine!"

We sat watching the fire slowly die, snuggled up against each other. My dick was finally starting to relax, and my erection was pretty much gone. As the blood left my penis, my brain started working again. "Court, you know I love you, and you know I enjoy this teasing, but you also know we can't really do anything, like physically. You know what I mean? I'm not trying to insinuate anything. I'm just saying."

She looked at me with a blank stare. "You want me to leave with Mom and Dad?"

"No! No, that's not it at all!" I took her hand in both of mine. "I want you to stay. We can have a lot of fun, but I just think we have to be aware of... things." I paused, pondering the wisdom of saying what was on my mind. I decided to press on and just say it. "You did just show me your vagina. It's just, I don't want to commit incest. Not that I think you would, but I... I can see where I... that is, I could see where I would be tempted. You know?"

A smile started to steal over her face. "Yeah, I get it. You want to fuck me, is that it?"

Just moments ago I'd felt like my brain had been working better than my cock, but, just like that, my lower head was taking over again. I grinned and said, "You're goddamn right. You figured that out all by yourself? You know, Dad was right: you

are

an instigator."

We laughed at ourselves, and then sat in the fire's glow, the wood nearly consumed. I tossed in another couple small logs. I didn't want the night to end, but I also didn't want to have to set an alarm to take care of the pit.

"I'm glad you're staying, Court," I said. "Did I make it awkward for you, saying I'd like to fuck you? I was just teasing, but I won't be upset if you decide to leave in the morning."

"Will you stop it?" she said. "I already said I fantasize about you. What do you suppose those fantasies are about? I can tell you, they aren't about you and me going swimming, or watching the fire in a fire pit. I fantasize about you and me in bed. Naked. Touching each other. Kissing. Hugging." She sat quietly for a few seconds. "I fantasize about you fucking me."

Hearing her say the words sent a surge through my cock. My recurring erection was back. "Me too. But we can't do it. It's wrong."

"I know. But it's fun to think about. Didn't you enjoy my little display?"

"Oh yes, I sure did. You're naked under that sweatshirt, aren't you?"

"I am. Wanna check?"

"Are you offering?"

Courtney glanced over toward the camper to make sure her audience consisted of only me. Then she locked eyes with me and started to lift up her sweatshirt. First she uncovered her pussy, her pubes trimmed nicely into a triangle, her inner labia just peeking out of her slit. She slowly continued to uncover her stomach, then her gorgeous tits. She pulled the sweatshirt off completely, leaving her sitting next to me, stark naked. "How's that, bro?"

"Courtney, what if Mom or Dad come out and see you?"

"I'll say it's your fault. I don't know how, but, yeah, I'll blame you." She laughed, her naked boobs bouncing beautifully as she did. I was entranced.

"Courtney," I said softly, "you're insane, and you're driving me crazy." My dick was at full staff once again. It had been up and down so much that it was getting sore.

My sister leaned over and kissed me. I grabbed her and held her against me. Our tongues found each other and did their own sensual dance. She reached down between my legs and squeezed my cock, making it jump and strain against my bathing suit. I took one of her naked breasts and massaged it, rubbing her nipple in the palm of my hand as I groped her.

She slid one hand under the waist band of my bathing suit and wrapped her fingers around my stiff shaft. I raised my hips up enough to allow me to pull down my trunks. Courtney looked into my eyes and began to give me the most amazing hand job I'd ever had. She started off slowly, stroking the length of my cock. With her other hand, she tugged on my pubic hair.

My sister was totally naked, my swim trunks were down around my ankles, and our parents were inside a canvas tent not fifty feet from where we were. It was true that we weren't fucking, but we'd crossed another line. I had her breast in my hand; she had my cock in hers. I felt a need to catch up to her, so I slid my hand between her legs and up against her cunt. Courtney spread her legs apart for me, and my fingers went to work on her pussy. I found her little button, and as I tweaked it, I kept an eye on the tent. If someone had come out right then, there would have been nothing in the world we could have done to explain away our actions.

Courtney moaned, and I held a finger up to my lips. "Shhhh!" I whispered. "Don't give us away!" I'd been struggling with wanting to moan myself. Her hand on my cock had slowed to a stop, as her full attention was on her own pending orgasm. At that point, she was just using my dick as something to hold onto. She curled up her other fist and bit down on her fingers, stifling her whimpers. I leaned over and took a nipple in my mouth, never slowing my attention to her pussy.

My sister's nipple tasted wonderful. I latched on and sucked, my tongue running around the areola. She arched her back, pushing her breast into my face. I rubbed her clit, which had grown firm and was poking out of her hood. Her cunt was leaking its juices all over my hand, giving me lubrication to stick two fingers inside her. "Alan! Oh my god!" she whispered. She was still holding my cock, and she was breathing fast and deep. Then her orgasm arrived, and she bucked as she came. She clamped her legs tightly together and pulled them up, trapping my fingers inside her cunt. She bucked a few more times, her mouth hanging open, but not making a sound. I lifted my head from her bosom and kissed her deeply.

She had been squeezing my cock so tight that I was afraid she would bruise it. After her orgasm passed, she relaxed her grip and started masturbating me again. Her soft hand slid up and down my shaft, precum dripping from my end. Courtney looked in my eyes as she jerked my dick, a little smirk on her face. I kept thinking about how our parents were so close, about how we were lit up by the firelight, and about the fact that other campers were in the park with us. We could have easily been caught, and the idea pushed me over the top. I gritted my teeth and shot my load all over my sister's hand. She didn't slow down, and I had to grab her hand to stop her because the feeling was way too intense. She held my cock as the last of my sperm dripped down my shaft onto her hand, which she then wiped on my towel.