Part 1: Blossoming Desires

Please note: The characters in this story are all 21 years old, or older. This story deals with taboo situations among family members.

Matt's family were the type you would see all wearing the same t-shirt at Disney while on vacation. They were close and did lots of family activities, traveling broadly around the country, everyone showing up for the kids' games together, or just hanging at home watching a movie on a Saturday night. They were close, with loving, supporting parents, and the kids sharing a camaraderie that most families would envy.

Matt and his sister Angie, a year his junior, could play with each other for hours, growing up. They could alternate between playing with Barbies, or playing with Nerf guns. They found the fun in everything. Sometimes it irked their friends, because they wanted play that was more gender stereotype-based. Matt and Angie didn't care, they played to have fun.

Every summer since Matt and Angie were very young, their family planned an annual camping adventure, usually in a national park. The whole family were natural campers, comfortable outdoors with little to no conveniences. Sometimes it was car camping, but sometimes they backpacked long distances into the back country. Their Dad was an experienced climber, and over the years he had taught the kids how to boulder safely, spotting for each other. When they were competent, and old enough, he introduced them to climbing. Angie and Matt were naturals, scampering up pitches that would give more experienced climbers pause.

Arriving home after his second year of college, Matt was happy to be away from the academics demands of his studies and was looking forward to the annual trip. Had flown in on an early evening flight, expecting to see his Mom and Dad waiting to pick him up. Instead when he took his phone off airplane mode, he received a text with some bad news. His Dad had tested positive for covid that afternoon, and his Mom was sure she was also sick, though still testing negative. He would have to take a ride share home.

When he got to the house, the sun was starting to set, but Matt didn't see any lights on. He used his keys to let himself in the front door.

"Mom, Dad?" he called, but heard no response.

His phone buzzed less than a minute later as he was looking for his parents.

"Sorry Matt, but your Dad and I have locked ourselves in the pool house so you and Angie won't get sick. Come on out by the pool and we can talk."

Matt put his things in his room and then went out thru the patio doors to the pool area. The pool house was actual more like the pool cabin. Matt saw his Mom at the screen door. She looked sick, no doubt about it. She also looked sad.

"Hey Mom, how are you feeling?"

"I've been better, and I think it will get worse, like your Dad. He's asleep now," she responded.

"When did all this happen?" asked Matt.

"A few days ago your Dad said he felt off, but thought it was allergies. Then I started feeling funny, too. Last night he tossed and turned like crazy, and this morning he was running a fever. I went out and picked up some tests, because I felt like I was headed in the same direction."

"He tested positive for covid, but I didn't. I'm pretty sure I'll be positive soon enough."

"I'm sorry Matt, I know you were looking forward to family time, but I think it is best we stay here, and you and Angie go camping without us. Even if this passes for your Dad in a day or two, it may be longer for me."

Matt did look disappointed, and concerned.

"Ok," said Matt. "Let me grab a chair. I'll hang out here and I can bring you up to speed on recent college events."

"No, Matt, sorry," said his Mom. "I'm tired and I can feel my throat getting scratchy. It's starting to kick in. I'm going to turn in early. Don't forget to pick up Angie at the airport tomorrow."

Matt watched his mother retreat into the pool house to her bedroom.

The next day around noon, Angie walked through the airport looking for Matt. She already knew about her parents' predicament and that they were opting out of the camping trip. The news had taken the edge off her excitement. Like Matt, she was glad to be away from the academics and had been looking forward the camping trip.

Dragging her suitcase behind her, and her day pack over her shoulder, she was looking around for Matt, but didn't see him where her family usually hung out waiting.

Strange. It's not like Matt to be late, she thought. She looked at her messages, but the only one from him said he was headed to the airport to get her. It was thirty minutes old.

"Where are you?" she texted.

A few seconds later she received the reply, "I'm here, you're looking the wrong way."

Angie turned around and looked in the direction of where the hired drivers usually congregated. She saw men standing there in uniforms with signs that said "MacKenzie," "Collins," "Smith," and others. As she scanned the line, her eyes fell on the last person. It was Matt in a t-shirt, shorts, flip-flops and sign that said "Angie."

Angie started to laugh and trotted towards her brother. Matt had a big smile on his face. When she got to him, she leaped into his arms and hugged him tight. Matt returned the hug. They held each other for a few seconds then broke apart.

"It's great to see you sister!" said Matt.

"I missed you, brother," she replied. Angie took a step back and squeezed Matt's shoulders.

"Someone's been hitting the gym," she said.

"Yeah, a little, I guess," replied Matt.

Matt reached past her and grabbed her bag. They headed to the car. After some preliminaries where they related their recent travel experiences coming home, the conversation fell on the planned camping trip, and their parents illness.

"We're both home for five weeks," said Angie. "Let's just wait a couple of weeks to go camping. Maybe they'll feel up to it?"

"We can't," said Matt. "Our wilderness permits can't be changed. We have to go on these dates, or not at all."

"Shit!" said Angie. "Well that's fucked up. We've never gone without the entire family before. It won't be the same." Angie looked disappointed.

"Yeah," was all Matt said.

They talked about recent events for the rest of the trip home.

When they arrived, Matt parked in the garage. Angie ran to check on her parents, while Matt carried her bags up to her room. Their rooms were still in their high school colors. The walls were filled with posters, and pictures, and sports medals. Matt looked and around laughed a little, remembering all the crazy things on her wall. His room was nearly identical, with a high school boy's preferences. Where she had Brad Pitt and Twilight posters, he had Porsches and Sports Illustrated swimsuit models.

Matt was on his way down to the join his sister when he met her on the stairs coming up.

"They're asleep," she said. "Let's have some lunch. But first I want to change. It's hotter than I expected, and I need something cooler."

"Ok," said Matt. He continued down while she headed up.

Matt pulled together a big salad. He was putting it on the table along with some salad dressing bottles when Angie came in.

"Do we have sparkling water?" she asked.

"Mmm-hmm," responded Matt, pointing towards the kitchen while he added plates and silverware to the table. Angie was behind him at the fridge. He heard the fridge door close, followed by the can being opened with a pop and hiss.

Matt turned around and sat down. There stood Angie taking a long pull from the can. She wore a sheer cover-up over a small black bikini bathing suit. Her body was lean, but pretty pasty-white. She obviously had continued to play volleyball and keep herself in shape, but she didn't get much sun. She had beautiful full breasts, tight abs, and a narrow waist. Matt let his eyes trace the shape of her body from head to tow as she guzzled the water.

"Wow," thought Matt.

Finishing her drink, she paused a second and ripped off a loud burp. Then she smiled at Matt and sat down.

Matt shook his head slowly.

"Classy," he said.

Angie just winked at him.

"Feeling cooler now, are we?" asked Matt.

"Yes, much," replied Angie. "I'm going to lounge by the pool until the parents awake. After I eat, I mean."

"I'm not sure we have a enough sunscreen in the house for your snow white skin," teased Matt.

"Not everyone gets to go to college in sunny California," said Angie, through a mouth-full of salad.

"What about, you?" asked Angie. "What are you doing this afternoon?"

"I was going to check the climbing gear. I want to be sure everything is ready. There's a new climbing store in town I was going to check out, but I want to go with a list if we need to replace stuff."

"Good idea. Do you need my help?" asked Angie.

"With the gear? No I got it. But do you want to go check out the store with me?" asked Matt.

"I do," said Angie.

After they finished eating, Angie offered to clear up the kitchen. Matt headed out the garage and pulled down the ladder to the attic. He found the bins with their climbing gear and spent almost two hours meticulously going over all of it, cleaning it, looking for wear and tear, and ensuring everything worked as intended. When he was done, he decided they needed a couple of new cams, and carabiners. Shirtless because the day was warm, he picked up their climbing harnesses and walked out to the pool. When he exited the garage door, he paused at the site before him.

Angie was lying face-up on a lounger. Her chair was positioned to let the sun fall across her with as little shadow as possible. This angled her so that she was facing the door of the garage. Matt walked towards her noticing aspects of her for the first time. She had the straps of her bikini top undone and piled on the top of the small fabric areas covering her breasts. Well, not much more than her nipples, thought Matt. Her breasts looked quite large. Her knees were up and partially spread apart. Matt could see the thin fabric of the bikini bottom, barely covering her vulva. The fabric rested in a way that it outlined her underlying lips. Matt felt his dick twitch at his sister's provocative exposure.

With a closer examination, her skin looked like it was taking on a pinkish color.

"I think you're starting to burn," warned Matt.

Angie barely moved, and said, "I'll take any color at this point. What's that?" she asked.

"I brought our harnesses to try on," he replied.

"Ok, give me a second," said Angie. She expertly retied her bikini straps without accidentally flashing Matt. She stood and Matt took note that the small bikini top left a lot of top boob, side boob, and bottom boob to be admired. He tried not to stare as he handed her the harness, but the blood flow to his dick was unmistakable.

Angie loosened the waistband and leg loops then stepped into the harness, pulling it up like a pair of shorts. She had guessed right on how much to let it out, and needed to make minimal adjustments to get the fit right.

"How's that," she asked.

"Let's see," replied Matt stepping up to her. Before she could react, he grabbed the tie-in loop and lifted, pulling Angie up. Her feet left the ground and she hung suspended from the harness. She yelped and grabbed on to Matts arm.

"Holy shit! Where did all those muscles come from?" She had a good grip on his bulging biceps and triceps.

Matt winked, "Like I said at the airport, I work out." The he gave her a parodied smile and lifted his eyebrows like "The Rock" Dwayne Johnson.

Angie laughed. "I can see that, now put me down, please."

Matt put her down. She took off her harness.

"How does yours fit?" asked Angie to Matt.

Matt repeated the same process as Angie, loosening the waist strap, and leg loops. He stepped into the harness, and pulled up.

A couple of things happened. First, the leg loops stopped low on Matt's quads, unable to move higher. Second, his dick was pushed up awkwardly by the harness waist band, because it was obviously too tight. His partially hard dick was clearly outlined in his thin shorts as it was squeezed up. It nearly popped out the top of his shorts before he stopped pulling up on the harness.

Angie's jaw hung open briefly, before she realized. Thank goodness Matt was looking down as he struggled. Angie stood in awe of the size of his thick dick as it strained to break out of his shorts. She wished it would. Her brother had a nice looking dick, from what she could tell. She felt it arousing her desires.

Matt gave up with a sigh. He reversed his effort, pushing the harness back down his legs, much to Angie's disappointment.

"I guess it's a new harness for me," said Matt.

"Mmm-hmm," said Angie nodding in agreement. She was happy to be wearing sunglasses that hid the look of desire in her eyes.

Stepping out of the harness, Matt said, "I can add that to the list of a couple of carabiners and cams. Do you mind heading out to the climbing store now? I'd like to get that out of the way."

"Ok, I'll go change."

"Me too," said Matt. "I'm going to wear my climbing shorts to make sure of the right fit."

Angie led them into the house up the stairs. When they got to Angie's room, she stopped and said, "I think I'll take a quick shower. I hate the feel of sunscreen under clothes."

"Ok, but be quick," said Matt.

"I will," replied Angie.

Matt's and Angie's rooms shared a bathroom with a shower. They each had their own door, and each could lock the other's door. Somehow, after so many years with this arrangement, they had never walked in on each other.

Matt heard Angie get into the shower. He sat on his bed. He had tried to play it cool, but he was mortified that he had nearly popped his dick out of his shorts while trying on the harness. Surely Angie had seen his blunder. Add to that he had gotten a little chubby when he saw her lying out tanning. Well, maybe she hadn't noticed.

He got up and rummaged through his suitcase to find a pair of climbing shorts. They were durable, but light denim, form fitting so they wouldn't snag on anything while climbing. He dropped his shorts to the floor and pulled them on. not bothering with underwear. Matt preferred going commando during warmer months. He pulled on a plain, grey t-shirt to match.

Angie had finished her shower and toweled-off. When she went into her room she closed the bathroom door. Then she paused. The few minutes she was in the shower, she had been thinking of Matt's nicely developed body, and especially his dick. The thoughts made her a little horny and she had taken a minute to finger herself. She knew she didn't have time to get herself off, so she decided she'd have to wait until later for a little her-time.

Thinking back, she had noticed Matt hesitate by the pool, while she was sunbathing: he had been checking her out. She decided to play a little game with Matt, so she opened the door again just a small bit. She walked over to her full length mirror and angled it slightly so the view from the bathroom would see her in front of her tall dresser. She had a small mirror on top that she moved so that she could see back through her mirror into the bathroom, but placed it so it wouldn't be obvious. She pulled on some sexy panties, picked up her brush, and waited.

After a few minutes, Matt figured Angie had finished her shower since the water had stopped. He quietly knocked on the door, but got no response. He slowly turned the handle and opened it. Looking inside, he saw she was gone. Matt stepped in to brush his teeth. As he was doing that, he noticed Angie's door was open a bit. He heard her in her room. Surely she was dressed by now. He moved closer and looked. He stopped brushing.

Through the narrow opening, Matt could see across Angies room to her full length mirror. In it, he saw Angie's reflection. She was partially turned away, only wearing a pair of thong panties. Her ass was pretty much naked and looked unbelievably beautiful. He had a view of her side boob, and her nipple. She was busy brushing out her damp hair. Her boob bobbed up and down with the motion of her arm. Her breasts were definitely more than a handful each by his estimate.

His voyeurism left him feeling both guilty and aroused. He felt his dick swelling in the form-fitting shorts. Soon it would be uncomfortable, but he hesitated to pull himself away. He took a step back from the door in case she turned around. He figured she would blast him for creeping on her if she saw him.

Angie was standing to give Matt a decent side view of her. She went about brushing, watching him watch her. It excited her. She could feel her arousal getting stronger. She decided to up the ante and turn towards him, without actually looking at him.

As Matt watched, Angie started to turn in the direction of the mirror. He was about to get a full frontal view when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He snapped out of his trance and pulled out the phone while stepping back to the sink. It was a message from his Dad.

"If you go out, please pick up some more nasal tissue, and toilet paper."

"Will do," he replied, then "heading to the new climbing store to replace some gear. Be back in an hour."

He got a thumbs-up emoji from his Dad.

Matt spit out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth. He looked at the fogged mirror and wiped with his hand. That's when he noticed that a bunch of toothpaste had escaped his mouth and was now streaked down his t-shirt.

Crap, he thought, and went to change.

Disappointed, Angie wondered why Matt had disappeared, just at the moment of the big reveal. Had she spooked him? Oh well, she thought. Partial success is better than no success.