It didn't matter a jot that my sister, Carla, was now nineteen. She was still a whiney, needy, pudgy little pain in the ass as far as I was concerned. Obviously, I wasn't the only one who thought so, as I'd never seen any boys knocking about with her. So, I was delighted when my main crush, Becky, invited me along with some friends on a camping trip. Becky was twenty-two like me but had her own place. I'd been sniffing around her for months and although she'd always seemed receptive, I couldn't seal the deal. To be honest, we hadn't even kissed, bar a peck hello or goodbye. She was my dream girl. Athletic, tanned, a few inches shorter than my six feet, and glowed with an inner self-confidence that was intoxicating. It didn't do her any harm that she bore a striking resemblance to Carter Cruise to boot. I couldn't believe my luck when I took her call out of the blue.
"How do you fancy a weekend camping out on the old trail past the woods?" She asked.
"Who's going?"
"You, me and a couple more."
"Sure." I played it cool, nearly snapping her hand off.
I was still trying to figure out how to tell my folks -- who are a bit old fashioned that way, even at my age, when mom shocked me by preempting my request with a yes. I never saw the 'but' coming.
"I think a weekend camping trip would do you the world of good. Get your head out of those books for one thing."
"What? Really? How on earth did you hear about it? I've only just found out myself." I was thrilling with expectation. Already planning on an afternoon's tester on my laptop streaming Carter. That's when the bombshell landed.
"Carla asked me earlier. Said you were going to volunteer to chaperone. That's so big of you."
"What?'
"It'd be nice to see you two spending a little more time together. Sometimes it feels like we've two different families under the one roof --"
I'd zoned out at this stage.
Carla?
What was her role in all this? I decided that it didn't matter. Carla had inadvertently created the perfect set of circumstances for me to seal the deal with Becky. I'd just have to find a way to ditch little sis along the way.
Friday duly arrived, and Carla and I set off together in silence to the other side of town, with backpacks full of provisions and a tent. We met with Becky (another peck for me and, I noticed with some chagrin, a similar one for Carla), Tom and Sue, Bill and Mary. The perfect couples' retreat plus one, I grumbled to myself.
Heading out of town, we took the highway for a mile or so, then cut off to follow a lazy river across some fields to the woods that lay at the foot of a decent enough hill. Our goal was on the far side, a campsite to ourselves by a lake. If we made good time on the hike, we'd be there before teatime. Plenty of time to put up the tents, gather wood and water and get some food on.
Try as I might, I couldn't shake Carla. I'd fallen into step with Becky only to discover so had Carla. Becky didn't seem to mind but I had to fight myself to avoid my frustration showing. 'Just play it cool', I thought to myself.
Truth be told, it was a good hike. The three of us chatted and we made good time. Turns out Carla had similar interests to Becky. They both wanted to write and both loved art. I kind of phased out for a bit after that because I'm not especially into either. Football is my life and my passion. Apart from Becky, that is.
As the morning wore on into afternoon, the sun began to feel really hot, and we stopped to lose a layer or two before resuming our walk. The woods were looming up ahead and we were all looking forward to the cool shadows that awaited. I'd sort of dropped into a mental rhythm beside the two girls, my own thoughts happily spinning about in my head as they prattled along beside me. Lost in thought, I barely noticed the trees overtake us. Soon, we were threading our way through the woods, slower but cooler.
The others, in their pairs, presumably drawn by the thoughts of some alone time together, had marched on ahead a fair bit. When I realized, I urged a quickening of the pace. The girls dutifully upped the speed, but Carla soon lost her footing on a rotted log and twisted her ankle. Less haste, more speed, I admonished myself.
To be honest, it didn't look like anything that wouldn't heal with a little rest, so I suggested we halt for a few minutes. Carla said it wasn't fair on the others for us to fall so far behind. That they'd be worried. Becky agreed and suggested she go on ahead with Carla's pack, to catch them up and let them know to expect us when we got there. Needless to say, this did not go down well with me. I came up with twenty reasons why it wasn't a good idea. But neither girl was having any of it. And soon, there I was, in the last position I wanted to be this weekend. On my own minding my little sister.
I did have a fleeting chance to admire Becky's retreating ass as she bounced gazelle-like from fallen tree to fallen tree, soon disappearing into the gloom.
I decided to shake of my fug for now and encourage Carla. Not altruism on my part, the sooner we caught up, the more time I'd have to seduce Becky.
So, after ten minutes of gently massaging Carla's ankle, I suggested she try to put some weight on it. She agreed, and said it felt sore but not as bad. Taking some of her weight with an arm under her shoulder, I started us off again in the rough direction of the hill, following the gradient more than any map in my head.
Soon, we we're hopelessly lost.
"Sorry, sis. We seem to have strayed off the path."
"So much for David Bowie!" She smiled.
"That's Jim Bowie." I laughed.
"Listen, if we keep going upward, we'll eventually clear the tree line, then just skirt the shoulder of the hill, and find the others on the lakeshore beyond."
"Sound like a plan." She agreed. And we set off arm in arm.
Turns out mom had been right all along. I was actually, despite myself, enjoying my sister's company. She was, it turns out, very funny and genial company. We even sang a few songs together to keep our spirits up.
By two o'clock, we passed beyond the trees, and I pointed at a rocky premonitory to the right.
"I think I remember those rocks, there. If we swing by them, there's a spot where the river forms a rockpool where we can rest and drink some water. It's fast flowing so we don't have to rely on our canteens."
With renewed vigor, we took off, stumbling upwards over grass tuffets and holes left by the last thaw. With the sun now directly overhead, we were both hot and sweaty by the time we made the rocks. I helped Carly to settle on the bank of the pool and filled a billycan full of water from the pool for us to share.
Thirsts quenched, Carla complained about the heat.
"There's nothing I can do about it." I said. "Unless you want to take a dip in the pool. That'll cool you off fast enough."
"My swimsuit's in my bag." She moaned.
'Just skinny dip, it's not like anyone's going to see you out here. We're miles from the nearest yokel.
"You'll see me." She said.
"Like I'm going to look. Tell you what, why don't I go in first and when you see my back turned, you can pop in after me and be under the water before I see anything. Ok?"
She looked a little dubious, but it really was sweltering, and soon she assented.
Don't ask me what possessed me, I'd intended to jump in in my shorts, but at the last second, whipped them off and jumped in. I think I wanted to let Carla know we were both in this together so she wouldn't feel so self-conscious.
I waded into the deep, extremely cold pool so it came up to my shoulders, then shouted to Carla, without turning.
"It's safe to come in."
I could feel the icy water shrinking my cock and balls as I waited for her, I could hear the sounds of disrobing behind me, and stood firmly resolute in my position, back to her.
Then, a splash. A slight shriek at the cold. And a laugh. My heart skipped a beat at the laugh, and I smiled.
"Cold enough for you?"
"Don't turn around!"
"I won't"
"It's freezing. Wait till I'm out of the shallows."
"Just tell me when you feel comfortable."
"I'm not sure that's possible in this cold. My nipples are like bullets."
Now, as you've probably gathered by now, I've never thought of my sister as anything other than an annoying little so and so. But for some reason, her mentioning her nipples with her standing a few yards away naked flipped a switch in my head and I became suddenly very conscious of my own nakedness and the sounds of her splashing growing closer.
"Um, eh, I might get out soon." I stuttered.
"Oh, come on. I'm only just in. Look, water's up to my shoulders now."
I turned and looked. Carla was six feet away, half threading water. It was up to her shoulders, but with my added height and the crystal clarity of the water, I could clearly see her body beneath the surface. I couldn't take my eyes away. I took in the roundness of her breasts, the paleness of her skin, the dark patch beneath the small rolls of fat at her belly, and her legs floating and bouncing as she jumped from rock to rock.
