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
Jill smiled at his kisses. Were they just an innocent brotherly gesture, or something more? She stripped naked and left the clammy tent. Stretching in the morning sun felt good. It was still a little cool, so she pulled on her other fresh purple panties, her cargo pants, and a tight-fitting woollen sweater. A bra wasn't necessary, she decided. She placed a few more sticks into the fire, and watched as the coffee in the pot started to bubble. Pouring some into her flask cup, she sat into her lawn chair. Did I really give my big brother a hand job last night? she thought in disbelief. It wasn't like I had intended it to happen; it was more a necessary intervention. She drank. So why can't I get the image of his stiff dick out of my mind? Was Don's little fishing trip just an excuse for him to get away from me? She took her mind off it by taking a dip in the river. The cool water made everything spring out.
Don had set the salmon cooking when he saw Jill approach from the river. The noon sun made the beads of water in her hair glisten, the moisture giving her face a youthful glow.
"Were you fishing too?" he joked.
"Ha, ha. No!" Jill shot back. "Mhmmm! That smells good. Can I offer the chef a beverage?" picking up the whiskey.
They ate and drank without saying much in an air of awkwardness that not even the alcohol could disperse. Every time John looked at her, he just saw her loose, damp hair dangle over a tight top that seemed to accentuate her breasts. He caught hold of himself and looked away in shame. Jill broke the silence.
"Last night, you were having a bad dream. Do you remember?"
"I'm sorry about that, really. I've been having them since I got back to the states. I should have warned you though," he confessed.
"No, no, I get it. It's totally understandable," as she moved next to him on the log. "Do you want to talk about it? I want you to know that I'm here for you."
"It's just shit from the war. Marjah. It's like I'm back there again. I'm ok though. Thanks," Don replied, noticing their legs pressing together.
The next thing he knew, Jill had thrown her arms around him, embracing him tightly. He slowly put his hands on her, caressing her delicate waist. She gazed back at him. God, she was beautiful. Practically a different woman compared to when he saw her last. Her wide blue eyes, button nose, and enticing lips. They tasted good as she planted a long, hard kiss on his. His meat was bulging in his jeans by now. He let her tongue push into his mouth as her hand explored his crotch. Don knew this was wrong, yet he didn't stop her unzipping his fly, allowing his raging cock to spring out. He reached over and took a swig from the bottle as Jill kneeled down, positioning herself between his legs. The sour bite of the whiskey complemented the warm wetness of her mouth enveloping his cock. He watched in gleeful disbelief as his shaft slid in and out of his sister's mouth. Her lips feeling as good as they looked. He hooked the bottom of her sweater, momentarily interrupting his pleasure, as he pulled it over her head to reveal her perfect, succulent breasts. She quickly fed his cock back into her eager mouth.
Cupping his balls, Jill began to taste more and more precum. Not wanting the fun to end too soon, she lay back, slipped her boots and pants off, and then dangled her smooth legs in a teasing fashion in front of Don. Her panties came off next. She played with them at the end of her foot, before flinging them towards him. Don caught them, brought them to his face, and sniffed deeply. Rising onto her knees, she leaned forward and ran her tongue from testicle to tip, her eyes reading the pleasure on his face. Jill then turned, her hands pressing the earthy ground, and slowly crawled towards the tent. Her wet womanhood swaying invitingly. There she waited for him in that position. She smiled, as she heard the tent rustle and the zip close to the top. Her bull positioned himself behind her. A few moments passed without event causing her to glance back. He was bare chested now. His torso, lightly covered with hair, showed off the knotted muscles of his abs and pecs. Thinking he may have lost his erection, Jill looked down, his throbbing python still hard and ready.
Reading Jill's puzzled gaze, Don spoke, "A blowjob is one thing, Sis, but full-on sex? There's no going back after that."
Without hearing a reply, Don watched, as her tight, nineteen-year-old body backed up into his crotch. Her bare ass massaging his cock. She swivelled and tilted as she tried to help him inside her. Her wet hair, small waist, and perfect bubble butt, Don could resist no more as he assisted her with the penetration, letting out a pleasurable "hmph!"
"No going back," smirked Jill.
