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HIKING SISTER
I was an avid hiker. I loved to go on long hikes,
the kind that take several days, called
"wilderness treks." I would go on these trips with
a club, sometimes starting at one point, and
ending at our destination days later. We are
allowed to devise our own routes, and we are
timed, and the winner sometimes wins a prize when
he reaches a particular check point.
There was a major hike that was going to take
place in the wooded area not far from the town I
lived in, and it was going to take place over a
Saturday and Sunday. It was going to be a lot of
fun, being so close to home, yet, out in the
wilderness.
Then, I discovered that Mom and Dad had planned a
short trip to Las Vegas over the weekend, and they
wanted me to take charge of things while they were
gone. I had two options: I could stay at home and
keep an eye on my younger sister, or, I could take
her on the hike with me. I didn't want to do
either one, and I let my parents know exactly how
I felt.
Well, since I was so adamant and vehement about
not staying at home with my younger sister,
Charlene, they insisted that I take her on the
hike with me. I didn't want to; it would be a real
drag, and I knew for sure that she would slow me
down, she hadn't ever hiked with me before, and
knew nothing about hiking or wilderness treks.
I decided that I would stay home over the weekend,
and face the consequences, until Friday night,
when I told Charlene that I wasn't going on the
hike. Her tears and demeanor melted my heart, and
I felt really bad, so, I went to her room and told
her, yes, we would go on the hike together. I
couldn't bear to see her cry like that. I felt
like a heel. I didn't relish the thought of her
coming along, but I liked the idea of her tears
and choking sobs even less.
Early the next morning, I got up early and woke
Charlene, and packed for our trip, while my
parents packed for their trip to Las Vegas. We
took off, my Mom and Dad admonishing me to take
good care of their little darling and all that
shit.
We got to the start of the trek, and found that
there were about a dozen people there, and,
believe it or not, another brother-sister team was
going to go on this hike. Chad and Diane were
their names, and they were about our ages. We took
off, and the teams split up; within a few minutes,
there was not another hiker in site. We would meet
back at our starting point the next afternoon,
after checking in at the check point tomorrow
morning. That was the plan, anyway.
We had been hiking for about two hours, when
Charlene began to lag behind.
"Can we stop and rest?" she asked me from way
behind me.
I turned and looked. The sun filtering through the
trees overhead made little blotchy patterns of
light across her white T shirt. Carrying the heavy
backpack the way she was, it pulled the material
of her shirt tightly across her chest, and I could
actually see her nipples through the fabric. Her
face was red, I could see as she walked up to me,
breathing heavily. There were beads of sweat on
her forehead, and as she reached up to wipe her
forehead, I could see her underarms were covered
with sweat, and there were clear blotches of
perspiration on her T shirt in the front. I looked
down at my map.
"No, Char, we can't stop here," I said. "There's a
better place, not another ten minutes away, I
think, where we can stop by a little spring or
something. There's a stream there, I think," I
said, studying the map.
"Oh, can't we just sit here on a rock for a
minute?" Her voice cracking, her eyes tearing, my
heart melted again.
"OK," I said. We found a nearby rock, and she
planted her shapely little ass on it.
"Get up!" I said.
She jumped up as if bitten. "Why?"
I looked around the rock carefully. No snaked,
spiders, bugs, or anything else that might be
considered dangerous. "OK," I said with a smile,
"sit!"
She sat back on the rock, and I sat on the ground
in front of her. She was wearing white shorts, and
I could that she had been sweating in her crotch.
At that particular point, I really didn't think
that she was going to make it the rest of the way.
"You want to go back?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"You're sun burned, too, Char," I said. "And,
there's more open space between here and the
checkpoint, lots of it, over rocks and shit.
You're going to get burned even worse."
"I'm OK," she said.
We sat there silently for about ten minutes.
Looking at my watch, I turned to her. "You ready?"
She nodded, but not enthusiastically. She arose,
moaning, and once again, we started out. Within
about fifteen minutes, I found the little stream,
and it opened over a crag.
"Hey," I said to Charlene, "there's a pool or
something like a spring right here." I pointed at
the map. "Follow me," I said with a smile, "and
we'll, like, take off our clothes and wash off
some sweat, and put on some trunks, you know..."
There were voices as we approached the crag.
Looking over a rock, we looked right down into a
crystal clear, small pool, with a strip on sand on
the other side. In the pool, there was Chad and
his sister, Diane. They were both naked.
"Good lord," I whispered.
Chad was hung like a fucking horse, and Diane's
young, firm tits were fully visible, though, she
was deeper in the water than Chad was. Chad had a
semi hardon, and Diane was fondling it, playing
with it. I didn't want Charlene to see this.
"We'd better leave," I said.
"No," she whispered. "I want to cool off here,
Tommy, I'm hot!" She stood and put her hands on
her hips. She tittered forward, and, losing her
balance, she fell from the rock. Not a long drop,
but enough to make a serious splash at this side
of the little pool.
Diane screamed, and Chad ran to the little strip
of sand, grabbing a towel. I stood and waved.
Looking down, I could see my sister, soaked,
standing in the pool. The water wasn't deep at
all; it came to chest level on her.
Chad froze when he saw us. Standing there holding
the towel, he looked like a naked statue of David,
except for the towel. Nice pose, I thought.
Charlene trudged her way to the little strip of
sand while Diane stood there, staring at me,
covering her breasts with her arms.
Charlene took the towel from Chad's hand and put
it down on the sand. She sat, and began removing
her shoes. Then, she slipped her soggy back pack
from her back, and pulled her top off, revealing
two, round, firm little tits with big brown
nipples.
"Come on, you idiot," she shouted to me.
I climbed down the rocks, or tried to, and
slipped, falling into the water. I made my way to
the other side of the pool just as Charlene
slipped her shorts off and stood, pulling her
panties down. I looked in awe at her pussy, a
thin, filmy patch of light brown pubic hair
surrounding two swollen pussy lips. My god, I
thought.
"When in Rome, and all that," she said with a
smile.
"Um, well," Chad began. "You know, we um..."
"I don't care," Charlene said. "She was playing
with your dick, huh?"
As I stood there, I could see Chad's cock begin to
expand, and as Diane stepped out of the water, no
long hiding her naked body, I felt my own cock
beginning to jerk and grow.
They all looked at me. I was the only one with any
clothes on.
I dropped my knapsack from my shoulders, and
removed my shirt, then my shoes. With Charlene
standing there, naked, staring at me wide-eyed, I
pulled off my shorts. My hard dick suddenly flew
straight up in the air, pointing at the noon sun
overhead.
"Wow," Charlene muttered, along with "Oh my," from
Diane.
I stepped into the cool water of the little pool,
hiding my throbbing boner from the onlookers. The
rest of them did the same, and soon, we were
splashing around in the water, wrestling. I copped
a good feel of Diane's hard nipples and firm tits,
and brushed against Charlene's pubic mound a few
times, making my cock jerk and twitch under the
surface of the water.
After a couple of mouth fulls of water, it was
time for me to get out. I dragged myself out of
the water, Charlene attacking my body with
splashes of cool water. She followed me, and I
opened my sack and pulled out a blanket, spreading
it on the strip of sand. We sat, and were followed
by Chad and Diane.
My cock popped straight up in the air and throbbed
against my belly as I glanced over at my sister.
She was a site to behold. Her light brown hair
hung halfway down her back. She looked like a wood
nymph, sitting there on our blanket. She didn't
miss noticing my throbbing dick. She reached over
and suddenly touched the tip of it.
"Hard," she said.
"Mine, too," said Chad. Indeed, I looked over at
his monstrous piece of meat, and it was very hard,
thrashing about in the air above his lap like a
cobra ready to strike. Diane grabbed it at the
base, and stroked up on it gently. She moved her
head close to his lap, and I nearly came as I
watched her mouth surround the head of it and go
down on him.
"Wow," said Charlene. "I never saw anything like
that." She looked at me and at my cock. "Can I?"
she asked hopefully.
"When in Rome," I said with a grin.
Charlene leaned down and took my cock in her
mouth, sucking on it like a lollipop. I was going
to cum soon, I was so excited. "I'm going to cum,
Charlene."
She moved her mouth away. "Can I watch?"
I nodded. She moved her mouth back down to my
cock. Then, she looked up at me. "Tell me when
you're going to cum." Then, she started sucking me
again. I writhed and moaned. "Cumming," I said.
Charlene moved her head and continued stroking my
cock as Diane stopped sucking Chad and watched my
shoot my load all over my stomach. Then, she went
back to sucking her brother, and it wasn't long
before he, too, shot his load.
We traded partners after that, and again, back and
forth. Fuck the trek, we agreed, this was more
fun.
Of course, we all ended up with terrible all-over
sun burns that day, and we lost the 'race', as it
were. Chad and Diane started coming over to the
house to visit regularly, and when Mom and Dad are
away, well, we pretend we're on a trek.
--- Thomas R., Republic, MO
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