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: "
