Not thinking about it much, Jill reopened her backpack and stuffed a couple of pairs of panties into it. Hardly a necessity for a camping trip, she told herself, but whatever. She felt pretty prepared all the same as she studied herself in the mirror. Her blond, bouncy ponytail swayed as she twirled. She wore an open denim shirt over a white, low cut tank top, a pair of green cargo pants, and some hiking boots. Feeling pretty good, she was ready for the wilds of nature. It was a pleasant morning, and the news gave good weather for the weekend. It was just past 11am, when she took up her backpack and headed downstairs. Don would be arriving shortly to pick her up. They had loved going on camping trips when they were younger, and she knew it was exactly what her brother needed. He had been serving in Afghanistan for the last two years, and she was looking forward to spending some quality time together.
Don stared, dumbstruck, as Jill walked towards the truck. He couldn't believe how much she'd grown over the last couple of years. Sure, he saw photos while away, but there was something about seeing her in the flesh. She opened the door and chucked her bag in behind the seat. As she slid into the car, Don couldn't help catch a glimpse of her deep cleavage.
"Heyyy!" she said, as she reached over embracing him. Her firm breasts pressing against his chest.
"Long time no see, Sis. How the hell are you?"
"I'm good. Gosh it's so great to see you. All that army training has kept you in good shape!"
"There's not much else to do on the base except work out," Don replied, smiling. "Let's hit the road and catch up along the way. Should be there around late afternoon," he said.
***
It was around five o'clock when they had finally reached their spot to set up camp. After hiking for an hour, they were feeling pretty fatigued. Jill had taken off her denim shirt and had wrapped it around her waist. Small beads of sweat rolled down her chest as she breathed hard. She smiled when she caught Don looking and then quickly turning away. She had gotten quite used to men staring at her since basically high school. Truth be told, she had stolen a few looks at Don too. Particularly through his black, sweat-soaked, t-shirt, she couldn't but notice his large pecs, hard waist, and bulging biceps. Cop yourself on girl, he's your fucking brother.
"Ok, I'll get set up here. It'll be dark soon so would you be able to get some dry wood for the fire?" Don asked.
"Yeah, no prob," Jill replied
Jill headed towards the trees near the river. She shook her head over the impure thoughts she had had on the hike. The sky was a beautiful mix of purple, pink, and red as the dusk sun hung in the sky. Looking for dry wood proved more difficult than it should have been, as not much light touched the ground. She was a seasoned outdoors person, but didn't want to wander too far from the camp. She kept the river on her left at all times.
As she tracked back, she spotted Don at the edge of the river. She pushed some branches out of the way as she went to meet him. Oh! He's taking a pee, she realised. She put her hand to her mouth and giggled quietly. Jill noticed that she was still staring even though Don wasn't peeing anymore. Now his closed hand was moving quickly over his growing shaft. Even from this distance she could make out the thick girth of his manhood. She knew she should just turn around and go back to the camp, but instead, she slid her fingers down into her cargo pants and began massaging her moist pussy. She panted harder as Don's strokes quickened. It was fucked up that they were both going to cum together, unbeknownst to him, but that just turned her on more. Suddenly a bird shot out from the tree startling both of them. She quickly sneaked back into the forest, careful not to crunch too many leaves, and began circling back to the camp.
Don was hammering the last tent stake into the ground when Jill appeared from the trees. She carried a few small sticks in her arms as well as a flustered look on her face.
"The hard worker needs a drink," he jested, pulling a bottle of Jack Daniel's from his bag.
They had gotten a fire going, and cooked up some of the food that Don brought. After that, they relaxed around the fire, sipping whiskey and filling each other in on what they had been doing for the last few years. Don joked with her about forgetting her tent, teasing that she must like the idea of sleeping under the stars, before finally nodding towards his four-person tent. As the fire died down, and after half a bottle of liquor, they staggered over to their accommodation. It wasn't as spacious as they had first thought, but there was still plenty of room for two. After a bit of awkward maneuvering, and too tired to care, they undressed and nestled onto their sleeping mats and quickly fell asleep.
***
In the dead of night, Jill woke to an alarming sound. She bolted upright and saw Don thrashing and yelling across from her. He's still asleep. He must be having a nightmare! she figured. Jill threw off her blanket and crawled over to him.
"Shh! Shh! It's ok, I'm here," she cried, placing her hand on his chest to steady him.
By this stage, Don had kicked off all his covers. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. The thin grey boxers failed miserably to hide his huge erection. His eyes were still closed despite his obvious distress.
"Don! Don!" Jill called, as she tried to shake him awake, but to no avail.
With one palm resting on his tense pecs, her other soft hand drifted towards his clothed girth and began massaging.
"Shh! Shh! Baby, this will make you better," she said, as she slipped his thick cock out of his boxers and proceeded to tug.
She was right though, Don was calming down a lot, his hand gripping her thigh. It only took a few more strokes before she heard him groan, and felt his warm cream pour over her hand, rolling down through her fingers. Jill flinched as a few specs of cum dotted her exposed neck and chest. By now he was back in a deep sleep, his cock beginning to slump in her hand. Impressive, even when limp, she admired. She tucked it away, and cleaned herself on his boxers before pulling a blanket over him. Maybe he won't remember this. He was asleep after all. Otherwise, things could get awkward tomorrow, she thought. As Jill lay there, she wasn't all that worried. She was glad she could help out her brother after having deprived him of his release earlier that day.
***
On waking, Jill rolled into the space where Don should have been. Instead, she found a note which read:
Gone fishing. Coffee over the fire xx
