Stealth Camping Pt 02

Author notes:

This selection is Stealth Camping, part two. It is a stand-alone story. You don't need to read its predecessor to understand, but it may give some background. It is a purely fictional account. As a warning, there is some light bondage and power interchange. All participants are 18 or older. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. I hope you enjoy it.

Stealth Camping Pt. 2

Siblings bring a roommate for more erotic adventures

Peg, Tim, and Laura go to the Hickory Hill Golf Course off Rosewood Dr. for more stealth camping.

I was supposed to go over to my sister Peg's mid-week to flesh out the details of our next stealth camping trip. We had decided to try the woods around the seventh green of the Hickory Hills Golf Club off Rosewood Drive. I couldn't make that time work because Mrs. Newman was desperate, in more ways than one, for me to mow her lawn on Wednesday.

Peg lives close to mom and dad in a small apartment complex, only about five minutes by car. It has two levels, accessible by outside steps and an outdoor walkway. I knocked on her door, and Laura, her roommate, answered.

Laura is a girl a couple of years older than Peg. They grew up together and were close until Laura went off to college. Laura had recently returned to the area and taken a job with the same firm Peg worked at, although in different departments. Peg was craving to move out of our parent's house, so they hooked up and rented this two-bedroom apartment together.

She was the type of girl that older sisters hang out with that gets a younger brother's juices flowing. Laura had the entire package, nice breasts, a slim curvy figure, a nice butt, and a beautiful face. She was fun-loving and fun to be around.

"Hi Tim, come on in," Laura said, greeting me at the door.

As she stepped back, I couldn't help but notice her low-cut tank top and cut-off shorts showing her figure off splendidly.

"Peg tells me you liked the view of the fireworks you had last weekend. You had an interesting vantage point, I hear," she said, chuckling.

I immediately flamed, looking right at Peg sitting at the kitchen table. Why was she blabbing about last weekend?

"Down, boy, don't be mad at sis. It took me three glasses of wine to get it out of her, and I had to dig for all the dirty details, naughty boy. Your secret is safe with me...maybe," Laura teased.

Peg and Laura went into a laughing jag while I turned seven shades of red.

"So, you two are going off to Hickory hill. In case you didn't know, there is a small meadow within the woods, and in the clearing, is a deep depression. The meadow is about thirty yards from the road next to the green. The depression is deep enough that someone my size wouldn't even be visible, but it is close to the green. There is a full moon tonight, and there are security lights, so be careful," Laura warned.

"How do you know so much about these little woods?" I asked.

"I had a cousin who lived on Applewood Drive two blocks off Rosewood. We wandered those woods on the seventh green all the time," she explained.

Well, it seemed legit, and it was information that was nice to know.

"Laura, why don't you come with us," Peg said.

I was shocked by Peg's invitation to Laura. Laura's presence would certainly, put a damper on any activities like last time.

"I don't know Peg, I would just be a third wheel, wouldn't I?" Laura replied.

"Oh, don't be silly. It will be fun, right, Tim?" Peg said, looking at me with a smirk on her face.

What was I supposed to say? I could say no, but that would be equivalent to admitting I wanted to fuck my sister. I could say yes, but that would mean I wouldn't get to fuck my sister. So, I gave the only answer I could.

"Yeah, sure, the more, the merrier," I whined.

We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about what we needed to bring. The scorching heat wave had ended, but it didn't mean it wasn't still hot. Sleeping bags didn't seem necessary, and there was no rain in the forecast. We were in the middle of the third-longest drought in the region's history. To get there, we decided on bicycles. Rosewood Drive is a secondary road. It is a narrow winding road with deep ditches on both sides and just a few houses on either side. There is virtually no shoulder and no place to park a car within a mile and a half. It is one of those roads that lie between locals that nobody ever goes to. We figured we could take our bikes, carry them into the woods and hide them.

Since it was summer, I figured there would be people playing golf. We had to be careful and hope some idiot wouldn't overshoot the green and wander around in the woods looking for his ball. The raw excitement of taking chances was what stealth camping was all about. We decided to leave Peg's at around six pm because sundown was around eight-thirty. It would take twenty minutes to a half hour to get there. We would then have time to set up camp, eat and talk.

When I got to Peg's the next day, I locked my bike to the bike rack noticing Peg and Laura's bikes chained there too. I knocked on the door and heard raucous laughter. A voice called out to me.

"Come in. It's unlocked."

I noticed Peg and Laura dressed identically. Each wore a thin white cotton, low-cut tank top cut off just below the tits. The back is cut away, leaving only the seam creating the arm holes and the front. All their erect nipples were straining to get out. Their shorts had an elastic band waist and were cut high on the hips exposing most of their ass. There was little doubt, unless it was a very tiny thong, that there was nothing underneath. Sandals rounded out their ensemble.

"How do you like these outfits, brother?" Peg teased.

"Yeah, we saw how disappointed you were when Peg invited me along, so we thought we would make sure you had a good consolation prize," Laura giggled.

Again Peg and Laura went into a laughing jag, but with them giggling and jiggling so much, their tits swinging wildly back and forth, it was spicy. I don't know if they regretted it later because when they started riding their bikes, they had to ride one-handed and hold the front of their top. If they didn't, their tops flapped around, exposing their tits, which I didn't mind.

The ditch wasn't as deep as I thought, but the bank didn't make it easy. The girls couldn't manage to carry their bikes up the bank to the woods, so I took care of that. Hiding them was no problem. I laid them down behind a big fallen tree hiding them from the road, yet they would be easy to see when we looked for them tomorrow.

Laura guided us to the meadow and depression like a pathfinder. We found a suitable flat spot in the depression, cleared it of debris, and spread the ground cover. The one we used last weekend would be too small for the three of us, so I got a bigger one. We laid that out and our foam sleeping mats on top for comfort. Our camp looked pretty, amazing.

The girls made our meal, and we sat as quietly as possible. Even though the heat wave had subsided, the golfers weren't as dedicated as I thought because only one foursome came by before dark. When it began to get dark, little pinpricks of light began to appear above us, and Laura set out a couple of those battery-operated camping lights.

"Laura, what are you doing? Someone will see," I whined.

"Tim, we're thirty yards from the road with bushes all around in a five-foot-deep depression. There are no houses close by, and the club shut down a half hour ago. Everyone has gone home, so no one is going to see," she said with just a bit of frustration.

So, we all sat in a circle around the lanterns.

"I have a surprise for you all," I said.

I then pulled out a bottle of vodka. Their eyes lit up, I poured a bit into each of our cups, and we began to sip it. It was good top-shelf stuff. Dad is a purchasing agent, and he gets a lot of gifts, especially liquor. He will never miss it. I counted six in his cabinet of this brand alone, and this one was at the back. Laura's statements had quieted our fears a little, and we were less worried about noise but talked just above a whisper anyway. Peg suggested a game.

"What do you say we play truth or dare?"

I rolled my eyes so far I could see my brain and whined.

"How lame is that? The dares are always crazy, and who tells the truth? Anyway, I don't want to get up to do some crazy dare in the woods in the dark." I complained.

"He's right, Peg. The only reason to play it is to get dirt on someone or embarrass the fuck out of them. Which is a lot of fun, but how about we change it? Let's say truth or consequences."

Both Peg and I scrunched our faces, not knowing what the hell it was.

"Let me explain. The person asked a question has to tell the truth, but if they don't want to answer the question, there is a penalty."

"Where is that different from truth or dare? When I've played, the penalties for not answering are usually pretty consequential," I grumbled.

"Tim, that could be, but truth or consequence has the same consequence for everyone," Laura explained.

"Like what?" I asked.

The way I've played it in the past, it would go something like this. Your first refusal would require you to go out onto the middle of the green naked and masturbate to orgasm. There is no second. After that, you can't refuse. There are no dares, all you do is ask and answer questions, and so there is no running around in the dark," she clarified.

Considering the security lighting at the green, I thought that was a substantial consequence I wouldn't want to do. With that, Laura began to laugh, and Peg too. We had only had a few sips of vodka, and I was surprised at how loose Peg was about the idea. Defeated, I surrendered and nodded.

"Since it was my idea, I'll go first. Ask me anything," Laura challenged.

Peg's question got us a graphic description of Laura's first time with a male and was the beginning of what would turn out to be my first of many erections that evening. My question got us a graphic description of Laura's first time with a woman.

With Peg's first question, we found out her ex-fiancé Charles was her first. This almost went badly. She hesitated about answering, but at the last minute, she spilled it. He wasn't a good lover, and she took a shot of vodka after answering. My question just got a, nope, she had never had a first time with a woman.

Then it was my turn.

They only found out that my first was with Amy Shuster, and I had never even entertained the idea of being with a male.

We went to the next round, delving deeper into each other's sexual lives and sipping on the vodka. We found that Laura had had a first time with two guys, and I learned Peg had spied on me showering more than once. We continued to sip the vodka. In the next set, we learned Laura had played with something called power interchange.

"Wait a minute. What the fuck is power interchange?" I asked.

"Tim, it's when one party gives over control to another, you know, dom and sub shit. I met a professor in college, and we got it on pretty heavy on the side. He introduced me to it. There is a more advanced version called TPI, total power interchange. That's when one submits to another outside of the bedroom. Like in the movie

Secretary

, when the guy tells her to eat only eight peas. In our case, we just did it in the bedroom."

"So, were you the sub?" I asked.

"Hey, that's two questions, no fair. Unless you kiss me," Laura challenged.

She leaned over to me, her lips puckered. I think she was only teasing. The vodka had loosened me up and put me in a place where I was uninhibited. I grabbed Laura and clutched her to myself, feeling her wonderful soft breasts on my chest. She squealed when I pressed my lips to hers, and as she opened her mouth, I sought out its far reaches. I felt her surrender as she melted into me and grasped my hair. Her perfume filled my nose and overpowered my senses. I couldn't help myself and cupped a breast in my hand, and all she did was groan. My heart raced, and my cock stiffened even more. When I released her, she looked me in the eyes, and I could see the hunger there just under the surface.

"Yes, I was his sub, but he had others and taught me to be a dom with some. So, I guess I'm a switch," she breathed.

We both then came to ourselves and sat back in our places. The look on Peg's face was a knowing smirk. Peg's questions were next, and the expression faded quickly. Peg confessed to once having had an erotic dream about me. Laura couldn't get any more out of her, and I noticed Peg sipped the vodka again.

My question came next. Peg went easy on me and asked some innocuous question about how often I masturbated, and I was honest. It was Laura's that was pretty hard.

"Tim, in your sister's tale of what happened last weekend, she said you took her shorts and made make-shift handcuffs out of them. That's a pretty sophisticated technique. Remember, I was trained by a dominant, so I doubt you just picked that up. Where or how did you learn that technique?"

I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Oh, wow, Peg, get ready for a hot tale."

I groaned and reached for the bottle of vodka. Laura snatched it before I could get it saying,"

"No fucking way Tim."

"But..."

"No way. Spill it."

"Shit, I know you guys won't let me off with anything but the truth, but I need a shot to get through it."

Laura chuckled and handed me the bottle. I took a swig and handed it back to her.

"Last summer Sandy Newman came over one day and told me their lawn service was not going to be able to make it. Her mother had asked her to ask me if I could mow their lawn, and she would pay me.

"Laura, Sandy Newman is the daughter of the divorcee across the street. We were cheerleaders together. She must have been home for the summer," Peg explained.

"Oh, Peg, I think this is going to be a juicy story," Laura giggled.

I blushed.

"So I mowed the lawn, and when I went to the door to get paid, Sandy said that I looked hot and asked if I wanted a cold drink. Well, it was hotter than hell, and I was thirsty, so I said sure. We sat on the couch, drinking our colas, and she told me about her boyfriend. They had been together a long time and hadn't seen each other in a long time. She was so horny that she flat-out asked me if I would fuck her. So, we went upstairs to her bedroom, but she asked me to tie her spread-eagled to the bed."

I shrugged and signaled I wanted another belt from the bottle to the increasing tittering of Peg and Laura.

"So, I tied her to the bed, fucked her, and I swear they could hear her screaming orgasm out on the street. After I untied her, she said the sex was just too vanilla and asked me to fuck her again. She led me to the garage, and I tied her arms to an overhead beam. I picked her up and fucked her again with the same result. At that point, I thought this was my lucky day. After I untied her, she said she still needed more and led me into the living room.

In the living room was a long couch, a coffee table in front of it, and matching overstuffed chairs facing each other to the sides of the coffee table. The chair backs were low. Sandy bent forward over the chair back and told me to tie her arms and legs to the legs of the chair and fuck her brains out. As I was fucking her brains out and she was screeching, I suddenly realized it was late and looked up. Mrs. Newman was standing next to the opposite chair.

Sandy saw her too and started squealing, "Oh, he is so good, mama. He feels so good in me, mommy." At this point, I stopped thrusting, and Sandy started yelling, "Don't stop...don't stop."

I figured Mrs. Newman would go for a gun, but instead, she reached down, took the hem of her skirt, and stripped her dress off. Then tossed her bra, stepped out of her panties, and sat in the opposite overstuffed chair. She spread her legs by putting one over each arm of the chair and started masturbating. So, I went back to fucking Sandy until she had another screaming orgasm.

When Sandy came, Mrs. Newman asked me, "Did you cum?" I shook my head no, and she said, "Then get the fuck over here and fuck me."

She came twice with her legs wrapped around me so tight I couldn't pull out, so I had to dump my load in her.

"So what happened to Sandy all this time?" Laura asked, laughing.

"Laura, we just let her hang there, cum running down her leg."

"Holy fuck, Laura, so this is why he couldn't come over on Wednesday to my apartment because you had to service Mrs. Newman?" Peg squealed.

I shrugged, red-faced.

"She is a sub, and her dom is not always available, so she uses me once a week to smooth over the rough spots. This week she was a little desperate. I don't know what she does when I'm away at school, but she taught me everything I know."

In what would turn out to be our final round, we got graphic details of Laura's first double penetration, but Peg balked at her question from Laura.

"Did you masturbate to the memory of your brother fucking you last weekend?"

Talk about embarrassment. She was five shades of red, and when Peg tried to defer and said she would gladly masturbate naked on the green, things got wonderfully weird. Laura got this stern look and stood up and grabbed Peg's ponytail.

"Get up, you nasty girl, you naughty, naughty, wicked girl."

Peg, surprised, squealed and started getting up.

"You fucked your brother, and now we find out you masturbated to the memory, naughty girl."

I got up and was about to interfere when Laura looked at me, winked, and put up her index finger.

"Don't interfere, Tim. Both of you have been wicked, naughty children, and both of you deserve punishment. Remove your t-shirt, Tim, and come over here.

Strangely, it felt almost like I couldn't refuse. I stripped it off and moved next to them.

"Play with Peg's tits."

So I cupped and began to squeeze Peg's tits through the thin material of her top. I could feel her nipples getting hard, and, of course, I was getting hard. The material was so flimsy it felt almost like it was not there.

"Take her top off, Tim, and make her nipples hard."

I slid Peg's top off over her shoulders and began to play with her nipples. I stretched and rolled them between my fingers as she gasped, and I could feel them harden even more. I impetuously cupped Laura's nearest tit.

"Oh, you like my tits too, do you? You are a wicked, wicked boy. That's right, squeeze them and play with them."

Laura closed her eyes, head lulled back as she took short panting breaths.

"If you like them, take my top off also," Laura gasped.

She groaned as I pulled it down off her shoulders and purposely stroked each tit as I did. I let the top slip to the ground, and before she could speak again, I put a lip lock on a nipple and felt it harden in my mouth. Laura gasped and arched her tit into me as I sucked it and flicked my tongue across it.

"Oh, you are a wicked boy, do that to your sister."

I latched onto Peg's left nipple and sucked it hard, flicking my tongue across it as I tormented her other nipple with my hand, pinching, rolling, and stretching it. Peg moaned and groaned, thrusting her breasts forward. After several moments, I switched. When I finished her nipples were hard and long. Peg whimpered in protest when I stopped.

"Now cup both her tits, one in each hand, and squeeze them. Don't you love that Peg? Tim is touching you, sucking you, doing things no brother should do. You want him to do all those things, don't you, Peg, don't you?"

Laura shook Peg's ponytail.

"Yes."

"Yes, what, you wicked girl?"

"Yes, I want Tim to do those things. All the things he's not supposed to do."

"Rub your hands down her ribs, Tim. Feel the softness and smoothness of her tummy, Tim. Then return to her tits and do it again and again."