My sister Marketa and I always had something in common. We grew up in a good suburban neighborhood, but we were adventurous and always hated living so close to people, when we were little we would always go down to a creek that ran about half a mile from our house. Sometimes we would stay there the entire day; just looking around and playing sometimes our parents would have to come get us because we wouldn't come home when they wanted us too.
But in time our lives changed, Marketa started to wear girl clothes and even a little makeup now and then, (even though she didn't really need It.) and started playing volleyball and running track. I started playing football and dating. Marketa dated some of my teammates and I always looked out for her, and told my teammates that if something happened for her, they would be sorry.
When we were 18, we started senior year in High school together and started to fall into old habits, we went to the creek again and saw how much it had changed, weeds grew all over the place and it had built a mud hill that was not any fun to walk through. Our parents had grown unhappy and were in the process of getting a divorce, we turned to each other and cared for the other person when something bad happened or when we were sad.
Finally, one day Marketa brought home a brochure from a hotel that she had stayed at while she was playing volleyball at another town. It was about a mountain trail that lots of people had gone on, it had tours and information about it. "I want to go on there someday." She told me as she sat next to me as I looked at it.
"Wow, it looks cool, I'd go with you if you did." I replied.
The situation with our parents wasn't going any better; my mother always called to harass my father whenever he was at home, which wasn't often because he had a good job at the bank and didn't want her to interfere with his life anymore. When he brought home a fat woman named Pam, Marketa and I decided on a plan of action.
We drove to the local sports store and bought a three person tent, 2 sleeping bags rated at 0 degrees, flashlights, knives, a portable solar radio, a first aid kit (if we got hurt), a mess kit and some dehydrated food, just in case of emergencies, and anything else we might need. We made plans to drive to the Trail in spring but we just couldn't wait, we were both excited and it was difficult for us to keep the secret that we would soon be running away from home and be out by ourselves. Our parents were getting suspicious and I even caught Pam in my room, going through my belongings. I told my father but he didn't care anything about us, so we decided to leave that night. We packed all of our stuff into my old truck and we drove for 13 hours to Colorado.
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When we arrived we registered in the office and paid for my truck to stay in the parking lot and security, we also both got fishing permits, in case we felt like eating something else. When we finished with all of the paperwork and information it was almost 4:00, we decided to camp at the beginning of the trail and start in the morning. As I got into my sleeping bag, I realized that I should've bought a bigger tent, because Marketa was almost on top of me. She didn't seem to mind though and we fell asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, Marketa was straddling my leg. I could feel my cock was hard, the warmth and softness of her skin radiating through the thick sleeping bag made me more excited. I looked around and realized I had to go to the bathroom. I slowly eased Marketa's legs from mine trying not to wake her, unzipped the tent and went to the public bathroom. I tried to pee but I still had an erection, I waited for a moment and calmed myself down and thought of football.
When I was finished, I walked back to the tent and Marketa was already up, cooking breakfast. "What's for breakfast?" I asked as I sat next to her.
Marketa stood up from the fire and picked up the package the dehydrated food had come in and said, "Bacon and eggs, I hope these are as good as they look on the front." She showed me the front of the packet that looked like they were either professionally arranged or made of rubber. "Whoa, looks like it isn't going to be much..."
I looked in the pot and saw the little amount and sighed, "Maybe it expands in your stomach..." I suggested with a grin.
When it was finished, we both sat down with a plate in our hands. I waited for her to take the first bite to see if it was good enough. Marketa put her fork in it and brought it to her mouth and took a bite. She chewed it for a few seconds and then made a cute face as she crinkled her nose and said, "Ugh!" and swallowed. I chuckled and tried mine, at first it didn't taste like anything, and then I got the taste. It tasted like a yellow and brown piece of wet cardboard with a funny smell. I coughed and spit it out behind me.
"Now I know why there wasn't that much in the pot." I replied as I pretended to vomit.
"Yeah, really..." Marketa said as she scraped the rest of hers into the fire. "Look, the flame actually turned blue..." Marketa said as she pointed to a small blue flame that burned with the revolting mess.
I shook my head and replied, "I guess we made a bad investment...maybe the rest isn't as bad as this." I stood up and stretched, Marketa got up and began packing her sleeping bag and mine. I walked over and helped her and we took down the tent, when we finished that we were ready to leave on our adventure.
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We walked 4 hours and rested 30 minutes, we passed lots of people but they had to rest ever 2 miles or so. Since I had been in football and Marketa had been in volleyball and track, we were able to move faster than others were and soon we were all alone walking. Marketa looked like she was having a good time and was looking around her at the forest and whenever a bird would chirp she would always try to find it with her eyes as she walked. I liked it too, it was so peaceful and I had never really saw deep forest like I was in now, it was beautiful, it was only matched by the beauty of Marketa's expressions as she walked.
When we finally stopped it was 3:00 and I was setting up the tent as Marketa started making to fire. "I have to go take a bath before it gets dark." She said as she stood up. "I saw the river while we passed it about 10 minutes ago, and it looked really cool..."
"All right, I'll have the food done when you get back," I got the tent stakes in the ground and wiped the dirt from my pants. "Just make sure you watch out." I said as she waved good bye, holding a towel and toiletry bag under her arm.
I began to put two hotdogs into the pot and then poured some water in, I knew that Marketa hated grilled hotdogs and always insisted on boiled ones, personally I could've gone either way, it didn't really matter to me. While they cooked I realized how hungry I really was; all that walking had really deepened my appetite, and I wondered if Marketa wanted more. I stood up and moved the pot off of the fire so it wouldn't boil until I was ready.
I walked towards the sound of rushing water and saw the creek we had passed, it was only about 400 yards from where we were camping so it would be faster to walk there than wait for her to come back. I ran through the trees and saw her head, just above the water, there was just enough to cover her body.
"Hey, Marke—!" I shouted, She rose up out of the water and I saw she wasn't wearing a bathing suit and gawked at her, but I realized that I hadn't stopped running and was getting closer to the water, I tried to slow down but I was still going to fast. I hit a patch if mud and went tumbling head over heels and landed half in the water and half on the muddy bank, my leg hit a broken tree branch and it cut a 2-inch gash in my calf. The earth spun up and around as I came to stop. I didn't move and stared up at the sky. I heard the chirp of birds, the splash of water, and then Marketa appeared at my side.
"Oh my gosh, are you all right?" She asked as she looked around, possibly for help, she had put on her underwear and shirt so quickly, the shirt was still inside out.
"I...I...I'm all right." I said as I winced from the pain in my leg.
"Oh, you're bleeding." She said as she saw my leg. "I'm going to go get the first aid kit." She stood up and began running the same way I had. I watched her go, and saw he ass as she ran, it flexed and still looked tight, even though I was in pain and thought I might die, I still found it arousing, my heart beat fast and I smiled to myself through the pain. Marketa came back and opened the first aid kit and took out some antiseptic and gauze, she also had a bottle of water and washed the blood off, she put some antiseptic cream on her finger and slowly inched her way towards the cut, I winced in preparation for the pain. But it never came; her touch was so soft that I almost never felt it. When I opened my eyes again she had the gauze on it and was putting an elastic band over it to hold it in place.
"How did it look?" I asked, fearful that it might be worse than it might.
"Oh, not as bad as it did when I first cleaned the blood off, but you'll have to stay off of your leg for a couple of days...maybe even a week." She replied as she wiped her hands in the river.
"Oh," I said in a depressed tone. "I'm sorry for holding us up..." I knew that she wanted to go back to school at a certain time, so she would still be on track for graduation.
"Oh, no, it wasn't all of your fault, I guess I had a part in it since you did see me naked..." Marketa said with a amusing smile, she dried her hands and walked back to me and asked, "Can you walk?" I sat up and tried to pull myself up, but the pain was too intense and I fell back, panting, trying to ease the pain away. "C'mon." She stretched her arm out and I took it and she helped pull me back up. Once I got up, I hobbled on my good leg and lifted my injured one ahead my body. Marketa held my arm so I wouldn't fall over again and we slowly walked back to our tent.
