This is the last chapter of seven in Book 1 of the
Charlie and Mindy
tetralogyâwhich is a story of forbidden love between a brother and a sister. I am rewriting and reposting a series I removed over two years ago.
It takes time for the chaste love between a brother and a sister to become erotic love between a man and a woman, and the first few chapters of this book chronicle that transformation, so the early chapters of this book may not be what you're looking for. While there is sexual activity in every chapter, the "good parts" of the story don't appear until later chapters.
You can follow Charlie and Mindy's hike on USGS topographical maps or on on-line versions of them. (There are a number of good ones on the Web.) The Meadow Lake Trailhead, which they used, is at 42° 53' 20" N, 109° 40' 53" W.  Mapsâeven USGS mapsâoften show it incorrectly as a pond or even as a pair of ponds.
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Sunday
We'd been asleep for a while, when I woke to find Mindy crawling out of the sack to pee. I decided that I probably wouldn't get back to sleep unless I did the same. So I crawled out, too.
The moon, just past full, shone from the south. It gave enough light to see by, and I didn't need a flashlight. As I stumbled groggily away from camp, Mindy passed me on her way back.
"Eek!" she teased. "There's a naked man in my camp!"
"Yikes!" I smirked. "There's a naked woman in mine."
By the time I returned, Mindy had gotten back into the doubled sleeping bag, and wrapped herself in her half. I got in and zipped us up. She rolled toward me again, put her head on my shoulder. Once again, I drew her warm naked body close to my own. Sleepily, she kissed me on the neck.
"Charlie, will you Do It with me again?" she asked dreamily, abstractedly.
I replied, just as fuzzily. "Of course."
I began to doze off.
"I didn't mean next week, you big dope!" She was a bit exasperated at my denseness. "I meant
now!
"
Her hand had found my cock, was manipulating it.
"Oh, I see." I repliedâstill fuzzily. "I'll think about it."
My cock, growing rapidly, had already made my thoughts clear. And so did the rest of me, as I rolled toward her. I found her lips, and kissed her as my hand sought her furrow. She was already hot and wet. I guessed that she'd been awake for a while, thinking about it.
I broke the kiss. "God!" I said. "You are so randy!"
"Look who's talking, Mr. Every Morning Boner," she had time to say before I kissed her again. "Mmmmm," she moaned into my mouth as I stroked her clit gently.
Her left hand pumped my cock, back-handedly. Her right arm slid under my neck and encircled my head, holding me tightly. I held her naked chest tightly against mine; her firm tits and hard nipples pressed against my chest.
Fully aroused (erotically, if not mentally), I released her; she rolled her over onto her back and let go of my head, freeing us to move. I rolled on top of her, and she brought her knees up, parted her thighs.
While I supported my weight on my knees and elbows, she reached down between us, and guided me into herself. Slowly, I pushed into her. She brought her arms around my neck, wrapped a leg about each of my thighs, and drew me into herself. We moaned in delight as I slid easily into her welcoming heat and moisture.
We lay there for a while, not moving, enjoying still unfamiliar sensations, quivering with excitement, desire, and anticipation. United as we were, and in spite of the difference in our heights, my mouth would still reach hers. We kissed, sleepily and tenderly at first, but with increasing passion. As our hunger for each other grew, I found that, all unknowingly, I was moving inside of her, had been for a while, sliding in and out; found that she was responding to my motion with countermotion of her own
It was then a few hours before sun-up on Sunday, and I had come six times since Monday eveningâin just over five days, that is. The last of those times had been the most compelling orgasm I had ever experienced. Admittedly, I was just 19 years old, and so probably at the height of my sexual powers. Nevertheless, it is fair to say that I'd lost some of my urgency. But the ancient rhythm still held me in its thrallâjust less forcefully.
We did moan; we did groan; we did clutch at each other; we did utter nonsense at each other. But, compared with our first time, this was slow and gentle. Comparatively speaking, that is. I was still a teenage male in rut, and it would be a few years yet before I learned how to enjoy sex in a truly slow, truly gentle way.
It would be years, too, before I learned much about controlâor maybe there's no learning involved, and it just takes years to outgrow a male teenager's inability to exert control. At any rate, more slowly than before, more gently than before, altogether lovingly, we brought each other to our pinnacles.
When she reached her peak, she exploded under me. She shuddered and writhed, grunted and moaned; she thrust her groin against me. I thrust my cock deep into her channel and held it there, pressing our pubic bones against each other. Her body stiffened; I felt her contracting around me, trying to squeeze the cum out of me. And her contractions pushed me over the brink to my own explosion.
I shuddered and moaned with her, driving my cock as far into her as I could. My cum spurted into her, once, twice, and again and again and again. When her orgasm released her, she softened and relaxed under me. She wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly while my own spasms continued. And, again, just when I thought it was over, another overwhelming spasm of bliss overcame me. My body stiffened one final time and, involuntarily, I thrust myself into her with all of my strength; she responded by thrusting herself back against me.
As before, that spasm lasted for half a minute, and then I sagged into her arms. Somehow, I retained enough control to keep most of my weight on my elbows, lest I smother her.
"You can put your weight on me, lover," she said. "I won't break."
As I did, I brought my arms under her shoulders and clasped her to me. She held me tightlyâaided by my own arms and the part of the 190 pounds of me that lies above my hips. We lay there, each of her legs still wrapped about one of mine, her pussy still enveloping my cock. Softly, we moaned at each other. From time to time I nibbled on her ear or her neck. Every now and, my cock jerked in a little spasm or her passage contracted around it. Every once in a while, one of us shuddered with another aftershock.
"Uhh," she said, after a bit, "maybe I won't break, but I'm having a little trouble breathingâŚ"
I got back up on my elbows; I had enough sense to do it without suggesting that I could have told her so. The moon gave enough light through the trees that I could see that she was smiling at me. I smiled back at her, lowered my head, and kissed her tenderlyâas I had by the lake before supper. She returned the kiss as tenderly.
"I'm glad I'm in love with you," she said.
"It's the best thing that's ever happened to me," I replied. "Falling in love with you myself is the second best."
My cock had softened, and one of her random contractions squeezed it out of her. She reached up and kissed me again. I rolled off of her, over onto my back, to my side of the bag. She rolled halfway with me, placed her head on my shoulder, brought her knee up until her leg rested across my thighs. I wrapped my arm around her and held her warm, naked little body tightly. I felt her wonderful tits against me. Her hot little pussy, wet with my cum, rested against my hip. I shuddered with another aftershock; she shuddered in an aftershock of her own.
"Mmmmm," she moaned lightly into my ear.