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My folks had bought a cabin by a lake some miles away, up in the mountains, and it was decided that we would spend a week-end up there.
There wasn't enough room, I thought. Maybe Michelle and Mom would sleep in the be droom upstairs, and Dad and I would sleep downstairs.
Michelle and I had to sleep downstairs, me on a sleeping bag on the floor, her on the convertible sofa. Mom and Dad slept upstairs in the single bedroom the cabin had.
We had arrived late in the evening, and there wasn't much time to do anything but unpack a few items and have dinner. Mom and Dad explained the sleeping arrangements, and Michelle raised her eyebrows with that strange, laughing smile she had.
I took a quick shower as Dad started a fire in fireplace ---
nights got cold in the mountains, even during the summer. I came out of the bathroom in my robe, and Michelle took her turn. My parents retired early, eyeing one another as they went up the stairs. Someone was going to get nooky tonight, I thought.
I was three years older than Michelle, my little sister. She wasn't even in high school yet.
I stood there, naked under my robe, rummaging through the suitcase, looking for some underwear, pajamas, or what-not. Michelle came out of the small bathroom, wearing a very short terry cloth robe.
"I thought you'd be in bed asleep by now," she said as she walked toward the sofa.
"Can't find my bed clothes," I said.
She glanced at me with a quick grimace. "That suitcase --- I put it upstairs in your parents' room." She hung her head, then looked at me. "Sorry, I didn't think."
I shrugged and smiled, raising my arms out to the side. "No problem."
She looked at the sofa. "How do you get this thing to fold out to a bed?"
I walked over and began removing cushions. After unfolding the musty bed, I noticed that there were musty sheets and one thin blanket on it. I went to the closet to find the blankets. The closet was empty.
"The blankets are upstairs, in the closet in Mom and Dad's room,"
"This is plenty," she said. "No need to wake them."
"It gets cold here at night," I said. "We're going to have to, unless you want to freeze."
"I can wear some clothes, or this robe. No need to disturb them.
Besides, we have the fire."
I walked over and turned out the light. "Turn your head," I said. She turned around, and I slipped out of the robe and into the sleeping bag, my cock hardening for some reason.
"Now you," she said. I turned, and heard the rustling of her robe and a squeak as the springs of the bed groaned in protest. She may have put on some other type of clothes; I had no idea what she was wearing, if anythi ng. I lay there, tired from the traveling we had done, and slowly drifted off to a fitful sleep, my cock bothering me.
I awoke. It was dark; the fire had gone out. There was someone shaking me.
"I'm freezing," she said, and pulled at the edge of the sleeping bag.
"I'll light a fire," I said.
"Just move over," was all she said, and I felt her cold body slide in beside me. Shocked, I moved over in the bag as far as I could. This was too much, I thought. Naked, in bed with my sister!
To my utter surprise, she snuggled close beside me. She was wearing her robe, and I was wearing not one damn stitch. Her hand brushed my inner thigh, and I knew that her wrist had briefly come into contact with my hard cock. I turned over, my buttocks toward her. I could feel her legs against mine.
My cock was rock-hard, a raging hard-on that I knew wouldn't allow me to sleep. She huddled against me, shivering, and I knew I couldn't throw her out of the sleeping bag, either. She wrapped an arm around me, squeezin g her body close to mine, and I could feel her hand brush my lower stomach. I shifted my position, trying to move the hard head of my cock as far away from her hand as possible.
"Am I bothering you?" she asked.
"It is kind of awkward, you know what I mean? I mean, I'm not wearing a damn thing, Michelle."
I heard rustling. "Here, the score's even, then." She pressed against me again, and this time, I felt no robe. "Oh God," I whispered. Then her arm went around me again, and this time, her hand searched out the head o f my cock.
I took a deep breath as she wrapped her fingers around my cock.
"Nice," she said. She stroked it slowly, going down to the base, her fingers coming into contact with my balls.
"I never knew that a guy got his dick all hard and big like that," she said. "Does that bother you?"
"No," I whispered.
She pressed her tits against me as I lay on my back. I couldn't believe she was doing this. I moved my hand over and felt of her tits.
Her nipples were hard buttons atop two mounds of soft, round, budding flesh. She moaned softly as I caressed each nipple by rolling it gently between my thumb and forefinger.
She increased the pressure on my cock, wrapping her fingers around it tightly, stroking it faster and faster.
I moved my hand down to the smooth skin of her flat tummy, then down beyond her navel to the mound of soft downy hair surrounding her wet pussy. There was only a small tuft of hair at her pubes, and I could feel just a few short hairs running up and down each lip. I ran my fingers down each lip, then inserted my finger between the lips and found her clitoris. I touched it very gently, eliciting another moan of pleasure from her.
We lay there, stroking each other alternately fast and slow.
Then, we both found a good rhythm that we both liked, and my ministrations were rewarded with a soul-wracking orgasm as the muscles in her stomach tightened a nd she grunted. She continued stroking me all the way through her orgasm, never missing a stroke. She reached over and cupped my balls with her other hand, and stroked the sac of my scrotum gently.
"I can feel your balls rising up," she whispered.
Then I came, with her pointing my cock upward toward my belly, where I came all over my stomach and chest beneath the sleeping bag. I cleaned it up with my robe.
Early the next morning, we got up before my folks did. It wouldn't have been a great thing for them to find out that we had slept in my sleeping bag together.
We ran off, carrying a blanket and a small basket with us. I told my folks that we were going to go an a little impromptu picnic.
We and found a small spot in the woods where there was no one around.
I spread the blan ket out, and Michelle lay on it and looked at me with a big smile. She reached down and slowly pulled her shorts down. Then, she sat up and tugged off her shirt, followed by her small bra. Then, she pulled her panties off.
I could feel my cock jerking and thrashing in my shorts. I had my clothes off in no time, and Michelle's eyes really lit up when she saw my hard cock pointing at the sky.
"You got more hair than I do," she said.
I lay down beside her, and she grabbed my dick.
"You want to suck it?" I asked.
"No! That would taste awful."
"I'll do yours, though, if you'll just kiss mine a little," I told her.
I moved my head down to her wet pussy. I stuck out my tongue and moved it around her labia, and she came, grabbing my cock and pulling it to her mouth. I felt her wet lips kiss my dick, and then, I licked her faster an d harder, and she came again. She was so excited, I guess, that she opened her mouth and took my cock into it, sucking on it.
I shot my load in her mouth, a soul-wrenching orgasm with my cock buried deep in her mouth. She gagged and spit it out, saying, "Yech."
It took us a while, but she got used to the idea. That day, she sucked me again, and this time, she seemed to like the taste of it, swallowing a truly heavy load of cum at least twice. We had our little picnic, all rig ht!