Rick's text said, "Reservation made for a week from Friday, Wallace Creek Park."
Ever since a chance encounter in the Smoky Mountains, I've known that I love my brother Rick. I've loved him since we were kids, but I hadn't told him or even admitted it to myself since he found me with a girl at camp while Mom and Dad were on an all-day hike. It's hard to imagine anything topping that afternoon, but the night we made love at his apartment was pretty sweet. This would be the first time we could spend the night together. It would also be the last time I saw him before I went back to college. "C U then," I replied. Later I told him about the sexy bikini I'd bought for the trip.
I didn't want both of us polluting the air by driving separate cars, and he wasn't taking the day off to make the trip, so he picked me up at the city bus stop near his apartment. As soon as my bags were in the trunk, I got in next to him. "Would you believe this is the first time I've been on a vacation and sat in the front seat?" I asked.
"It's overrated," Rick said. "Most of the fun is in the back seat."
I gripped his knee. "You naughty boy!" I told him. Then I said, "I'm gonna hold you to that. And I'm prepared this time, too."
"Prepared how?"
"A week after the last time we got together, I got an IUD put in," I explained.
The park wasn't quite an hour away, just far enough for the drive to be fun. We played the same car games we'd played as kids, but now we were free to make adult responses. It's funny how, now that I
wanted
to be on a vacation with my brother, the time flew.
We should have had plenty of time to put up the tent, but his tent is so different from Mom and Dad's that Rick practically did it by himself, and the sun had nearly set by the time we were finished. "That's too bad," I said. "I was hoping to show you my new bikini."
"We'll have time tomorrow," Rick said. "I wanna build a fire anyway."
That I was able to help with. Part of my responsibility was the food for the campfire. I had graham crackers, marshmallow and chocolate. The chocolate had melted while I was on the bus, but that just meant we broke off irregular pieces instead of clean rectangles. It was almost poignant. The s'mores were delicious, but Rick kept getting the marshmallow on his fingers when he'd take it off the stick. "Well, that puts a crimp in my plans for the night," I joked.
"What do you mean?"
"That's one less part of your body you'll be able to put inside me later."
"Be right back," he said. He got his toiletries out of his backpack and left. When he returned, he showed me his fingers, so clean he could have modeled men's jewelry. "I figure since you've been with girls till now, this is kind of important to you."
"That's sweet," I said. "And hot." As soon as he sat down, I moved onto his lap and dipped his hand inside my shorts.
He felt around till he found my clit and rubbed it through my panties. "Like it?"
"I'll like it better in a minute," I said. I stood up and took my shorts off. Once I was back on his lap, he slipped his hand under the elastic, and this time he rubbed my clit directly. "That's much better," I said. I turned and kissed him on the lips. He moved further down and sifted through my pubic hair. The fact that he was doing this first instead of aiming straight inside me made me think of the one girl that I'd dated for a month. I took his other hand and put it under the hem of my T-shirt. He didn't try to find my breasts; he just rubbed my back for a little while. That felt so good that I got in closer. He put a finger on each side of my pussy lips and stroked the outer flesh up and down that way. "Oh, Rick, that's so good," I cooed.
"Glad you like it," he said, "but I'm getting a little uncomfortable." As he spoke, I could feel his cock getting hard and pushing against my leg.
"I know what to do about that," I said. "First we need to put the fire out." I got off his lap.
Rick got up and found our cooler. The ice had melted into water, and he poured it over the fire until the last ember died. "Stop one fire, start another," he said.
I was already crawling into the tent. I stopped to turn around and say, "You better believe it." I went inside, took my shirt off and got into my sleeping bag.
When Rick came in, he too was down to his underwear. He got into his sleeping bag. I ran my hands over the bag until I found his cock and started rubbing it. "I love you, Marissa," he whispered. I lifted the top of my bag to show that I was topless. "I
really
love you!" He lifted the edge of his, and we moved together. "You've got the same sleeping bag you had the last time we all went camping. I don't have the same one, but it's just like it. Unzip yours," he instructed. I did, and he re-zipped them so it was one large sleeping bag. We had a long kiss while he slipped his hand back into my panties. He went back to playing the way he'd been doing before.
"Yeah, you do it better," I sighed.
"Do what?"
"You asked me last time if you did it better than a girl. Maybe it's the ones I've been with, but I really like what you're doing.
He had started to separate my lips, but he stopped. "Then I'll keep it up," he said.
"That's okay. I'm ready now!"
A car drove by, and for a moment, I could see that Rick was smiling because of the headlights. "Me too," he said. He got his middle finger in, and then his index finger.
He only went in and out a few times before I told him, "I want your cock."
"You don't want me to go down on you first?" He was taking his underpants off.
"In the morning," I said. "Right now I want you inside me." I had taken my panties down to my knees but it was enough.
Rick rolled over between my thighs. "Glad you got that IUD so quickly," he said.
"You have no idea," I answered. I couldn't see, but I felt his cockhead breaking through my cunt lips and moving its way up along the back wall. "Oh, shit, Rick, that's so good."
"I have the most beautiful sister in the world," he whispered.
"And I have the tenderest, most loving big brother," I added. "Harder!"
As if he were reading my mind, he went a little faster, but he still wasn't doing what you'd call pounding. He was just keeping up a quick pace. "Oh, honey, Oh, honey!" he cried.
I ran my fingers up and down his back. I didn't notice whether his dick had gotten longer, but I could definitely feel it getting wider inside me. No set of fingers, male or female, had ever opened my pussy up that wide. "Fill me up, Rick!" I moaned. I pulled my knees forward, forcing my panties off my right foot and rubbing my heels on his butt.
"Get ready, Marissa!"
Just as I'd noticed his dick getting wider, I could feel a bulge in his flesh moving up the length of his shaft. Then I noticed that he'd stopped thrusting. "Give it all to me!" I ordered.
"Whatever you want, baby!"
I had lied about the IUD. It wasn't that I wanted to get pregnant; I just didn't want to use a condom this time. I couldn't have started on the Pill in time for it to do me any good, but I figured Rick might believe that I'd been able to get the IUD that quickly. Just as I wanted, I could feel his sperm flowing into me, and the thought of one of them finding an egg made me indescribably happy. "Come in my cunt, Rick! Come in my cunt!"
"I am! I'm coming in my sister's pussy!"
I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. "I know. It's wonderful!"
"Oh, God, Marissa, I love you so much!"
My brother. My man. My lover. The man I'd loved for so long was finally seeding my womb, and the emotion overtook me. I told him, "I love you, too," and I quickly sucked his tongue into my mouth. I wanted to hold him closely and never let go. When I couldn't hold him any longer, he slipped out of me, and I felt some of his cum dripping off his cock onto my leg. He rolled off me and onto his back. I turned my back to him and told him, "I wanna wake up with your arms around me."
"Maybe I have something better planned," he said.
"Whatever you want," I told him. "I'm yours completely." I still kept my back toward him. He conceded and put his arm over me. I'd never felt so loved as when I went to sleep like that. I woke up in the middle of the night, and he was still holding me that way. I put my shirt and underwear back on so I could go to the bathroom. I imagined that I didn't need a flashlight to find my way because I probably had that glow I'd heard about. When I returned, I lay on my back so I could look lovingly at my big brother while I went back to sleep.
I woke up to the smell of a propane stove. Once I was fully awake, I could smell the pancakes Rick had cooked above the smell of the stove. I looked through my bag and put on my halter top and my shortest shorts. When I came out, I saw that he was wearing a muscle shirt and cut-offs. (I refuse to call it by the name that trivializes domestic violence.) I told him, "You've never been sexier to me than you are right now."
"Then why do you look disappointed?" he asked.
I stood behind him and grabbed his dick. "It's not what I was hoping to eat for breakfast. Or what I was hoping you'd eat."
"Tomorrow," he promised. I pressed my tits into his back. "Okay, tonight."
"You mean I'll get to eat a wiener by the fire?"
Rick laughed out loud. "That's the first joke in the history of that double-entendre that's actually funny," he said.
I looked at the stove and saw a pan with syrup in it. "You remembered everything!" I exclaimed.
When we sat down to eat, Rick told me, "I was as shocked as you when I found out that some people put cold syrup on things."
"Philistines," I commented.
Rick held his finger up. "And just like with the marshmallow, I know you don't wanna get an infection down there, so I'll be sure to clean it off before tonight. In fact, I'm looking forward to it."
"Really ...," I said.
We found a self-guided nature trail and used it as an occasion to walk through the woods holding hands. From one station we could see a creek and we decide to head there afterward. A couple who were probably in their thirties saw us kissing with our mouths open, and we heard the woman express her disgust when they were a couple stations ahead of us. Rick yelled in their direction, "Imagine if they knew we were cousins!"
I laughed and told him, "She's probably looking for a place to throw up."
