You know, family can be a funny thing. It's interesting how bonds between people can form and evolve over time. You can start out having one type of relationship with someone, and in the blink of an eye, that relationship can change. I should know, it happened to me.
Let me start at the beginning. My aunt, Sage, and I are only eight years apart. My grandmother had my mom, Simone, when she was twenty. And then, twelve years later, my grandma Savannah had my aunt Sage. Eight years after that, and following after her mother, my mom had me when she was twenty. And so, even though she is my aunt, Sage and I were pretty much raised together, closer to siblings than aunt and nephew.
We grew up in the same neighborhood, only two blocks away from each other, so we spent a lot of time together. Granny 'Vannah would watch me when I was a toddler, and they said I would always run and hug Sage when she came home from school. It was even joked that she was my first kiddie crush. Whatever it was, I loved spending time with Sage, and even as we got older, she would babysit me if my mom needed it. Those were some of the most fun times of my life.
The other fun times we had were the annual family camping trips. My parents would take me and Sage on a camping weekend every summer. Sage and I would have separate tents, of course, but that didn't stop us from spending time in each other's tents late into the night laughing and playing card games. Hell, Sage is the reason I'm a good Spades player.
Even after Sage got married to Dorian, the camping trips continued. My parents invited Dorian along so that he would feel more included in the family. Dorian was from Montreal and enjoyed the outdoors, so he fit in easy on these camping trips. But that also meant that Sage and I weren't spending late nights in each other's tents anymore.
So, as usual, I was looking forward to our camping trip. My parents had told me that they wouldn't be able to join us this year because of a last-minute work thing my dad had. Instead of canceling the trip, though, Sage and Dorian said they would be happy to take me along.
I was just hanging around the house when the doorbell rang. I answered it, and saw Sage standing there in a pair of jeans, pink tank top, and matching pink sneakers. Her hair was styled in short twists, with the sides of her head shaved.
"Hey there, Issie. You ready for our trip?" she asked, pulling me into a hug.
"Of course I am, Sage. You know I've been ready for it since last year," I said, returning the hug with a smile.
"Well, with your parents not watching over us, we might be able to have a little more fun," she said with a sly wink.
"Yeah, your sister's always trying to be both our mothers," I answered, continuing a long-running joke with us.
"Hi Sage!" my father bellowed, coming down the stairs.
"What's up Byron?" my aunt replied.
"Thanks again for taking Isaac with you."
"It's really no problem. I always enjoy spending time with Issie. You know he's my favorite nephew."
"I'm your only nephew, Sage."
"And?" she said, with a playful shrug.
"Well, me and Simone have to get ready for this banquet, so I'll leave you two. Have a good time, son," he said, giving me a quick hug.
"Thanks. I will dad."
He went upstairs and I grabbed my bag from where I left it in the living room. "I'm all packed and ready to go," I said, smiling.
"Then let's hit the road." I walked out behind her to the van she and Dorian rented for the weekend.
The drive up to the campground was pleasant, but uneventful. The three of us listened to music and talked for the hour it took to reach our destination. Once we got there, we fell into the routine of unpacking our gear and setting up camp. The spot we picked was fairly secluded, but still only a couple of minutes of walking to the lake.
That first night, Dorian and I managed to catch a couple of fish from the lake, which we cooked and washed down with a couple of beers. Sage, Dorian, and I enjoyed the feeling of the night air with the slight buzz from the drinks.
After a few hands of poker, with some trash talk added in, we decided to retire for the night. I retired to my tent, undressed down to my underwear, and slid into my sleeping bag. It was warm enough that I didn't even bother to zip it up, just left it open on the side.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I know that at some point in the night, I was awakened by an unexpected feeling. I was laying on my side, and I felt a body pressed up against my front. I came to realize that my dick was out, rock hard, and buried in someone, who was grinding against me.
"Huh, wha?" I mumbled, still very groggy from the beer and sleep.
"Shhhh, don't worry baby. I'm almost done," I heard a woman say. It took a few seconds for the recognition to burn through the fog and for me to realize that was Sage whispering to me.
"Sage?" I asked, confused as fuck. Was this a dream?
"Oh, D, I need this dick," she said, moaning. I felt her round ass moving against me. "Grab my hips, baby," she whispered. I reached and put my hand on her hip, not sure what else to do. Rubbing my hands down her leg, I felt her underwear pulled down to her knees.
"Oh fuuuuck," Sage continued to moan. "You feel so fucking good."
Instinct began to take over through the haze, and I started moving my body in sync with the woman fucking me. Was this really happening? Was I really being fucked by my aunt?
Even though those questions slowly made their way through my mind, I have to admit that, at the moment, I didn't give a fuck about the answer. I was buried deep in her pussy, and it felt good, real or imagined. I moved my hand up her body, gliding it over her stomach and reaching up under her t-shirt. I was happy the garment was loose-fitting, making it easier to grab her tits and play with her nipples. This made her moan, and I felt her entire body shudder against me. Her pussy tightened around my hard manhood, and I knew she was cumming. The orgasm flowed through her, some of her juices leaking out. That was all I needed. I roughly squeezed her tit and pushed my cock in deep, hold it in place as I dumped my entire load in Sage's womb.
As soon as we were finished, I felt Sage move slightly away from me so she could pull up her underwear. "Thanks, baby, I needed that," she said, turning to kiss me on the lips. Before I could even put my dick away, Sage gently pushed my onto my back, lay on my chest with a leg draped over me, and quickly fell asleep. Still confused, and with my orgasm adding more fog to my brain, I closed my eyes and joined her in slumber.
I woke up the next morning, still confused and not sure what the hell happened last night. I was alone in the tent, and my boxers were around my waist where they were supposed to be. I sat up and rubbed my face, trying to get the fuzzy out my brain. I heard the voices of Sage and Dorian outside my tent, so I got dressed and stepped outside.
My aunt and uncle were cooking eggs and hash in the skillet, so I took a seat and joined them for breakfast. Sage engaged me in normal conversation, although I noticed that she barely looked at me while we talked. It was only noticeable to me because I grew up with her. It seemed like she was intentionally avoiding eye contact with me.
After breakfast, Dorian said he was going for a quick swim in the lake. I offered to stay behind and tidy up, and Sage said she would help. I took this as a chance to clear the air about what happened last night in my tent.
