0 comments/ 148650 views/ 9 favorites Keeping Warm By: snowgirl Januaries are always cold in the upper Midwest. This year, though, has been the coldest we've seen in a long time. But, despite high natural gas prices and low temperatures, our house had been comfortably warm throughout the cold spell until the day my husband, Michael, an airline pilot, left for his monthly four day trip to Europe. Suddenly our almost new, high efficiency, just out of warranty gas furnace, Michael's proudest home improvement, stopped - you'll excuse the expression - cold. Frantic calls to the company with our service contract brought only vague promises of help "by sometime tomorrow." Even more frantic calls to the "round the clock repair service guys" brought either more vague promises or outright refusals to hazard a guess as to when a repairman might make it to our house. Grrrrr!! Men! Silently abusing my husband for not being home to handle this problem, I started considering my options as the temperature in the house fell past the 60 degree mark. We have two girls, one six and the other eight who would soon be home from school. I needed a place for the three of us to sleep tonight because once the sun went down, the temperature in here was going to fall a lot farther. Just as I started running possibilities through my mind, the phone rang. It was Carol from a couple of doors down calling to see if I could work at the school tomorrow. She knew it wasn't my normal day, but one of the mothers had canceled out on her. Now, Carol Meyers is one of those people who are involved in every neighborhood activity, do everything well, will walk through fire for a friend and don't have an enemy in the world. My older daughter is in the same class as Carol's son and I'd known her since we moved here five years before. We saw each other at school, at the pool, at church, at the neighborhood social club; we went out together with our husbands for dinner and dancing. Carol, I thought, will help us out. I was right. When I told her that I couldn't help at school because I had to be home for the repairman, she asked what was going on. And when I explained our predicament, there wasn't even any discussion. Carol's husband was down in Virginia someplace for two weeks of navy reserve stuff and he'd left one of her two guest rooms unusable. (It seems that putting in the new hardwood floor had turned out to be a little harder than the guy at the Home Depot promised.) But, if my girls doubled up in the other guest room and I didn't mind sharing her room, Carol said we were welcome to stay with her until the heat was fixed. That was all the invitation I needed. I told Carol - who hates cooking - that I had a pan of lasagna in the oven and a chocolate cake that I'd bring for supper. She'd said she'd supply the heat, beds and wine and would expect us right after school. See, I told my absent husband, who needs a man around all the time! The girls got home about 4:00pm and by 4:15 we were on our way to Carol's with school books, overnight bags, favorite stuffed animals, lasagna and chocolate cake in hand. Carol, who's in her early thirties, with a cute pixie face, short hair and nice figure met us at the door, dressed in old sweats and athletic socks. Typically, she insisted on hugs all around. Soon the overnight bags were in the proper bedrooms and dinner was on the table. The kids were in high spirits because of the unexpected "adventure". I was glad to be under a warm roof and Carol seemed genuinely pleased to have us there. After seconds on chocolate cake, the children were put to work on their studies, while we moms cleaned up. By eight o'clock, the kids were washed, brushed, tucked in and, if not quite asleep, certainly well on the way. Carol and I were sitting next to each other on the couch in the family room, warming our toes in front of a nice fire, sipping merlot, talking and laughing. I felt a nice, pleasant buzz from the wine and Carol did, too, I think. Anyhow, after a hectic day I finally began to wind down. It felt nice and I reminded myself that life can be pretty good. Though I didn't know it, it was about to get a lot better. We chatted and sipped our wine. At some point, I said that on nights like this at home, in front of the fire, Michael would rub sometimes my feet, which I absolutely loved. Carol said she'd rub them for me, if I wanted. And to my surprise, I found myself swinging my legs up on the couch and into her lap, as I laid back against the arm of the couch. Carol rubbed my feet gently, running her thumbs along the bottoms, then slowly pushing her fingers back up along the tops, towards my ankles. It really felt lovely. After a couple of minutes, she said sometimes her husband liked to suck on her toes and asked me if anyone had ever done that for me. I shook my head no and Carol smiled, lowered her head a little and raising my left foot with both hands, starting to lick and suck my toes. It would have been funny, if it hadn't been so pleasant, almost erotic. I suppose if it hadn't been for the wine (we'd finished the whole bottle) alarm bells would have been ringing in my head. Instead, I just kind of purred as she licked my toes and rubbed my foot. My other foot was lying in her lap and Carol had opened her legs slightly so it fell between them, resting against her crotch. As she continued to lick the toes on my right foot, I could feel her pushing her crotch against my left. Without really thinking about it, I started pushing back and turned my foot so that the toes dug into her crotch. I realized with a little start that Carol wasn't wearing much under her sweats, and found myself getting a little aroused. Our eyes met as I continued to push and she wriggled her hips a little. After a minute or so, she dropped my foot back into her lap and shifted position so my toes were no longer pushing at her crotch. Giving me a little smile she said she hoped I'd enjoyed the foot rub as much as she had. We both laughed! Suddenly, I was kind of sleepy; looking at my watch I told Carol that it was already nine o'clock. She looked at the fire, which had burned down considerably and said that she didn't feel like getting any more wood and asked if I was ready for bed. I was tired and said yes. Carol got up from the couch first, and as she did I noticed a little wet spot in the crotch of her sweats. She wasn't the only one, my panties were a little moist, too. My mind may have been a bit fuzzy, but not so fuzzy that I didn't know we'd been a little "naughty." And had enjoyed it. When we got to her room, Carol told me to go ahead and use the shower first, she'd get in when I was done. We both started to undress. I'd seen her at the pool changing who knows how many times, but now with just the two of us in her bedroom, and despite the episode in the family room, I found myself suddenly a little nervous. I tried not to watch her as she undressed, but couldn't help it Kind of glancing out of the corner of my eye, I admired her trim figure; she really was an attractive woman and I wondered what it would be like to touch her. I felt myself start to blush, because I never thought of other women that way and I wondered why I'd had so much wine. As I pulled my robe around me and walked into the bathroom I caught sight of Carol watching me in the mirror with kind of a far away look. Suddenly our eyes met and she smiled at me, a kind of sexy wicked smile. Oh boy, I thought and looked away, hurrying into the bathroom. I stepped into the shower, right into a stream of cold water. I wanted it to shock me out of the wine buzz that I blamed for the strange way I'd been thinking and behaving. The cold water caught my attention and I felt my nipples stiffen and muscles contract from the intense temperature change. Feeling my head clear a little, I turned the water back to warm and let it wash over me. I told myself to take it easy. I'd known Carol for years and in all that time, she'd never shown the slightest interest in any kind of physical relationship with me. And I hadn't thought about anything like that since my college days, so I told myself to just let it go. Turning off the water, I toweled myself down and then stepped out of the stall and slipped into my robe. Carol was standing by the sink rinsing her mouth and I said the shower was all hers. Nodding her head, she shrugged off her robe, got in and pretty soon the room started to fill up with steam from the hot water. I finished brushing my teeth and then went into the bedroom. I'd brought a cotton nightie, which at that moment seemed more revealing that I would have liked and found myself wishing I brought some pajamas instead. But, too late for that, besides, I thought, I was being silly. So hanging my robe over a chair by the bed, I pulled my nightie on and slipped into bed. I reached for the light on the bed table and turned it off and then lay back. Pretty soon I heard the water shut off and in a minute Carol walked out of the bathroom in her robe. The lamp on her side of the bed was still on, and as she slipped out of the garment, her skin seemed to glow in the soft light. I didn't want to look, but I couldn't help it. Her firm breasts stood out from her chest and her nipples were erect. I wondered if that was from the cold. Carol would have said that she needed to lose a couple of pounds, but she didn't. He stomach was flat and her legs and butt were firm. She cycled in the summer and did cross country skiing in the winter and it showed. Suddenly I didn't like the way my thoughts were heading and I turned away, trying to clear my mind. I heard, rather than saw Carol turn down her side of the bed and I felt the mattress dip a little under her weight as she got in. I realized that she hadn't put on a nightie and I turned to look at her in surprise. Almost as if reading my thoughts, she said she didn't like night gowns or pajamas, they always seemed to get tangled up. She said she hoped I didn't care. No, I said it was fine. Leaning back against the head board, she asked if she could read a little. I turned on my side and propped my head up on my elbow and looked at her. She was sitting there, her lovely body right there, not even a foot away. It was as if she was daring me; she was daring me. No, I didn't mind I if she read I said, as I continued to watch her. I watched the rise and fall of her breasts, the curve of her neck. I wondered if her skin was as soft as it looked. I couldn't believe my thoughts, I couldn't believe how wet I was getting between my legs, how hard my nipples were. I remembered a girl from college and how sweet that had been. And then, on it's own, my hand simply reached out and stroked her thigh. The touch was electric, as soon as she felt it, she dropped her book and rolled over on her side to face me. She said she'd started to think nothing was going to happen, that she'd been wanting to touch me, but couldn't quite do it. She was so glad I had. And then she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I rolled over on my back, still not quite believing what was happening. She followed me, her lips still on mine. I felt her mouth open and her tongue pushing at my lips; I opened my mouth and pulled her in. Our tongues searched every part of the other's mouth, pushing, probing. We kissed for what seemed like hours. My hands roamed over the smooth flesh of her back, down her sides, across her butt. I felt he breasts pushing at mine and suddenly I wanted to feel her flesh on mine. Wait, I told her and pushed her a way, just for a second, so I could pull the nightie over my head. Then I felt her weight on me again and I felt her breasts and nipples against me. I felt her hand squeeze down between us, in between my legs as she pushed them apart and then pressed her leg between my thighs. Feeling her laying between my thighs, her leg pushing up against my pussy, feeling the wetness seeping from me onto her flesh caused the fire in me to flare up. Breaking away from her kiss, I ran my lips down her neck, back up toward her ears. I nibbled her earlobes, biting too hard and drawing a little laugh from her throat. Easy she said, there was plenty of time. I answered her by rolling her over, putting my weight on her. My lips traveled down her neck to her breasts. I took her left nipple in my mouth and rolled my tongue around it, while my right hand kneaded her other breast, pulling at the nipple. She moaned and I wondered that I could have forgotten how soft another woman's breasts could be, how hard and hot her nipples, and I remembered what it had been like in college. Carol was moaning softly as I suckled at her breast, her hands rubbing the back of my head. Slowly I moved my mouth away from her breast, licking my way down to her belly button, running soft kisses across her stomach. I given myself up completely to the moment and I heard Carol moan as I pushed my fingers down through her pubic hair, and cupped the lips of her pussy. As my tongue swirled around her navel, I pressed my middle finger against her and parted her swollen lips. She moaned and arched her back as I entered her and I smiled and told her it was okay as she rubbed the back of my neck. I could smell her musky scent and opened her further, sliding two more fingers inside and running them up and down her wet cleft. My thumb found the base of clitoris and started rubbing at it causing her to buck and moan even more. I loved the sounds she was making and I felt her hand pushing my face down, across her pelvis. Raising myself up on my knees, I trailed my tongue down her loins and felt her pubic hairs tickle my chin. Lowering my head, I put my lips around her clit and sucked on it, stretching it, teasing it with my teeth. Carol was bucking and rolling her hips, moaning and calling me baby and asking me to lick her. I loved the control I had over her and I grabbed her hips and pulled them more closely to me. My fingers we still deep inside her vagina and she was squeezing her legs, trying to trap my fingers and pull them more deeply into her. I started flicking the top of her clit with the tip of my tongue and I could feel her writhing under me, hear her moaning, begging me to make her cum. My other hand was between my own legs, running up and down my own dripping cleft, circling my clitoris, moistening it, teasing it, getting me ready to cum as soon I gave Carol her orgasm. That happened sooner than I thought possible. Suddenly she squeezed her legs tight against my head, rolled on her side and began to moan as it started, deep inside her. I could feel her pussy contracting on my fingers, her hips thrusting up at my tongue as the spasms ran through her body. I increased the speed of the fingers on in my pussy, and suddenly felt my own orgasm break loose. Waves of pleasure rolled across me, making my head spin, making me lose track of everything but the feeling that was flowing out from deep, deep inside me. As the heaving of Carol's breasts started to subside and my own breathing grew slower, I crawled up beside her and kissed her on the lips. She smiled and wiped my face with her fingers, and then cradled my head against her breasts. Neither of us spoke, both lost in our own thoughts. I was thinking of how good it had been and wondering why, after college I had put it all out of my mind. As I lay there, I felt Carol's hands running up and down my back. Putting her mouth by my face, she said she wanted to make me cum like I'd done for her. I smiled and said yes, please. I rolled over on my back and felt her leaning over me, kissing my forehead, my cheeks. Brushing my lips with hers, she trailed her tongue down my neck and towards my breasts. I felt her shift her weight as she parted my legs with her knee. I raised my leg, and bending it, brought it up against her crotch. I felt her hair and her wetness on my flesh as she slid up and down my thigh, rubbing her pussy against me as she sucked my breasts. With the tips of her fingers she brushed lightly over the flesh of my stomach teasing me, testing me. Then, down through my bush of pubic hair to my swollen lips, completely open to her. As her fingers touched me, I thrust my hips up to capture them. I wanted Carol to rub my lips as I had rubbed hers, to delve into me and plumb the depths of my vagina. My breath was ragged and my butt moved in little circles against her fingers as her pussy ground up and down my thigh. She was running her fingers up and down my slit now, her thumb rubbing the base of my clit. I wanted more and grabbing her hand, I tried to push the fingers inside me, telling her to fuck me. She laughed and told me to take it easy, she had plans. Rolling off my leg, Carol knelt over me and grabbing my hips, pulled me up to her lips. They closed around my clit and electricity shot through me. My hips were thrusting up at her, completely out of my control as she sucked at my button and pushed her fingers deep inside of me. I lost track of everything but the fire in my groin and the lips and the fingers fueling it. Carol was now rubbing her face up and down my slit, licking my lips and my clit while her fingers continued moving in and out, in and out. Suddenly, I felt myself stiffen, my back arch and then the explosion deep inside me. My hips bucked and thrust up while Carol held onto me, still fucking me with her fingers. For what seemed like forever I rode the swirling waves of the most intense orgasm I'd had in years. As the electric lights in my head started to go out, Carol laid down on top of me and we held each other, listening to our breathing, feeling the beating of our hearts. And then we just fell asleep. The next morning, as the alarm went off it took me a second to realize where I was, and another second to remember what had happened the night before. I felt my stomach drop as it all came back to me; I was afraid of how Carol might feel, that she might hate me or not want to see me, not want me as a friend. I felt her stirring and though I was scared, I forced myself to roll over on my side to look at her. Hi baby, she said, and I knew it would be okay. I kissed her on the cheek and we both smiled. After we'd gotten the kids dressed and off on the bus, we sat down in the kitchen with our coffee and looked at each other. Finally, Carol said we're going to have talk about how we make this work. I agreed with her and suggested we do that right after we made love. Carol got up and reaching for my hand, lead me back to bed. Keeping Warm: A Sibling Heat Summary: A brother & sister find a special way to stay warm in nature NOTE 1: This is a 2012 Earth Day Contest Story. NOTE 2: Thank you, as always, to Estragon for copy-editing my work. * My parents were born maybe fifteen years too late. They are hippies in every sense of the word. Our only family tradition was our yearly week with Mother Nature. Every year my parents would choose some beautiful remote place, an untouched piece of nature, and we would live off the land for the week. We had been to the Amazon, Alaska, Africa, and Egypt during the past four years. This year my parents surprised us with a hiking trip in the Canadian Rocky Mountains. My sister had turned eighteen a couple of weeks before, and she was going to school in Oxford in the fall, so we all knew this may be our last family Mother Earth trip, even though we all promised to keep up the family tradition at whatever cost. The first two days of the hiking trip had been an unequivocal disaster. We were all athletic and loved hiking so it was a great choice. Unfortunately, the weather gods were not kind to us. It down poured the whole time. The first day we didn't get half as far as we had hoped, and getting the tents up in the rain and wind was nasty. We went to bed early hoping the next day would be better. The second day deceived us, Mother Nature clearly smiling as she teased us with her beauty and then unleashed her wrath. The sun was shining when we woke up, but by noon the sun had disappeared not to make another appearance all day, and the clouds pissed on us for a second straight day. Setting up camp was again an adventure and when it began snowing in the evening, on May 17th, we again went to bed early. That was the problem with Canada, there was no such thing as a time when there was no chance of snow. Although my parents had always been prepared for the weather, they had not expected the below freezing temperatures that Mother Nature had thrown at us in May. My sister, Mary, whined, "I almost froze to death last night. I am not sure I can handle another night like last night." My Mom set the spark that would start a forest fire of pleasure when she suggested, "Well, do what you two used to do." "What is that?" my sister asked. "You two used to zip your sleeping bags together and sleep as one," my mom revealed. I pointed out, "Mom, we were ten." She shrugged, "Just saying, it is one way to keep warm tonight." Such a small thing, but like most things in life, it is the small things that slowly domino into something so much bigger. And it was that night, in the strange snowy conditions of the Rocky Mountains, that I first fucked my sister. It started innocently enough. My sister and I were in our separate sleeping bags trying to get warm and get a good night's sleep. About twenty minutes into our attempt to sleep my sister said, "I am freezing." My intentions were sincere and harmless, but it was one simple question that began our incestuous relationship. I asked, "Is there anything I can do?" She asked, "Can we zip are sleeping bags together so I can steal your body warmth, like Mom suggested?" Another innocent suggestion; the thought of fucking my sister wasn't even remotely in my head yet. Not to say I had never considered it, because I had, especially lately. My sister was two years younger than me, a young, ripe, 18-year-old young woman who had blossomed in her grade twelve year. Her chest developed, her ass firmed up. She had hazel eyes that looked right into you and her chestnut hair flowed to her shoulders. She was pretty in the old fashioned way in that she didn't wear a bunch of make-up like most woman do nowadays to conceal their insecurities, she didn't dress like a whore like so many teens did seeking attention instead of respect, and she was well-educated and showed it; unlike most of the vapid girls I had dated, but usually broke up with because they couldn't hold up a conversation. So, like all boys who had an attractive sister with big breasts, I stroked myself to thoughts of her on occasion. That said, I had never considered it a real possibility. We zipped up our sleeping bags together like we had when we were kids and she cuddled into me to get warm. Almost simultaneously, as if the universe was playing incestuous Cupid, we heard Mom moaning in the nearby tent. My parents were pretty liberal in our upbringing and didn't hide that they still were passionately in love with each other. We had heard them having sex at home and on our trips for as long as I can remember. My sister giggled, "Apparently they found their own way to get warm." I quipped back, "Yes, but they are just warming up." My sister laughed, as we knew the dirty talk would begin soon. We listened intently for a couple of minutes before Dad finally said, "You like that, baby?" "Oh yes, Cam, you feel so good in me," our mother replied. I continued my witty commentary. "It seems to be heating up in there." My sister was still shivering and asked, "Could you wrap your arm around me, Allen?" I obliged, wrapping her up in my warmth. Our Dad continued his dirty talk. "Bounce back on my cock, baby." Mom must have obeyed because her moans increased exponentially. I joked, "Dad is really kindling Mom's fire." My sister retorted, "The flames of passion are keeping them warm." Moans of our parents continued until Mom begged, "Harder Cam, harder, I'm so close, oh yes harder, harder, fuuuuuuuck!" "And the volcano erupts," I announced. My sister sighed. "I need my volcano to erupt. It has been dormant for way too long." I played along with her confession. "It's too bad you are my sister. I have been told I can really light a fire." "Yeah, too bad," she replied, although the way she said it confused me. Silence lingered in our tent as Mom's moans continued until she said, "Come for me Cam. I want to taste you." "Oh my God," Mary gasped. "Mom is blowing Dad." My mother's words had made my cock grow and it was now in a completely awkward and uncomfortable position. "I'm coming Janice, swallow it all," he grunted. No longer able to handle my ill-positioned cock, I adjusted myself. Mary mocked, "Does listening to your mother suck cock get you hard, big brother?" I had never heard her talk dirty in my life, so hearing her say cock both shocked me and turned me on. I defended myself. "No, but I am a twenty-year-old guy. Just the sound of sex is enough to blow my load." She shocked me again when she said, "I can't take it anymore." "Take what?" "I have to come," she announced. "What?" I asked, stunned by the turn of this conversation. The surprises kept coming when she grabbed my arm that was around her and put my hand on her braless breasts. "Do you find me attractive, big brother?" Although I was the older one and usually rather suave with the ladies, I stammered, "U-u-um, yes, you are very cute." "Oh," she responded, deflated. "What is it, Mary?" "'Cute' is the ultimate insult to a girl. It is like a guy being called 'nice'. Nice guys don't get laid. They have lots of girls who are friends, but not many girlfriends. No girl wants to be called 'cute'. Puppies are 'cute'," she explained. My hand still firmly cupping her big breasts, I attempted to reflate her burst bubble. "Mary, you are very pretty and have turned into a sexy young woman, but it sounds weird to say such things to my sister." She turned to face me, and even in the dark I could see her insecurity written all over her face. "Do you really find me sexy?" My cock now fully erect, I said, "Yes, Mary. It is sometimes very hard to not check you out. Your breasts are barely ever concealed even when you are wearing sweaters. Your ass seems so perfectly tight and your smile would weaken any man, which it is doing right now." Her hand went to my cock and she asked, "Oh my. Are you this stiff because you just heard Mom get fucked or because of your sister who desperately needs her fire to be extinguished?" I answered honestly, "It grew listening to Mom and Dad but it's standing at attention for you, Mary." She leaned in and kissed me. At first it was soft and tentative, but soon we were both exploring each other's mouths. My hand returned to her breasts and I fondled the luscious melons gently, while she slowly rubbed my cock through my sweats. We made out like horny teenagers for a long time, each of us unsure what to do next. How far was either of us willing to go? I moved my hand down her belly and underneath her sweats. She moaned into my mouth in anticipation. I stayed above her panties, which were already rather damp. I put light pressure on her mound and she lifted her ass up to add more pressure. She broke the kiss and begged, "Please put a finger in, Allen." I obliged my sister's request, slipping a finger easily inside her warm oven. I moved to her neck and splattered her with butterfly kisses while I slowly fingered her. She struggled to get her hand inside my sweats, but eventually did and grabbed my seven-inch member. She whispered, "Your cock is so big, big brother." "Your pussy is so warm, baby sis," I returned the compliment. I lifted up her sweatshirt and took her stiff left nipple in my mouth. She let out a gasp and said, "Oh yes, Allen, that feels so nice." I took my time licking, nibbling and sucking on her nipples and breasts, my finger never leaving her hot box, all the while she stroked my cock the best she could from the awkward position. She finally asked, her tone nervous as if I might reject her, "Can I suck your cock, big brother?" I smiled and answered, "Only if I can lick your pussy too." For someone so cold before, she was out of her sweats and panties with lightning speed. Not to be outdone, I was Clark Kent turning into Superman fast myself releasing my cock from its fabric prison. We repositioned ourselves into a sixty-nine, me on my back and her straddling me, and together our mouths touched each other's forbidden jewels. Her warm lips wrapped around my cock melted me. At the same time as I reached up and extended my tongue to her wet pussy lips, I got a double surprise. Her scent, captured like a bouquet of roses in her pubic hair, was the most heavenly scent in the world. It was exotic and tangy and I was instantly addicted. Just as heavenly was her taste. It was like a blend of all the sweetest tastes of pleasure had collided in one super collision and this was the aftermath. As I lapped at her wet pussy lips, she slowly sucked my cock like she was a Hoover vacuum. Her lips melded onto my cock and she didn't so much suck my cock as worship it. Time stood still as we pleasured each other with tenderness, both of us not wanting the sibling intimacy to end. I was determined to make her volcano erupt and her lava flow, so I shifted from licking her pussy tenderly, to taking her hard clit in my mouth. The instant I did this she squeezed her mouth onto my cock and began bobbing eagerly, if on some unsaid cue. It was a race to see who would get the other off first. She created a funnel of warmth with her mouth, while I began to spank her clit with my tongue, desperate to trigger the long dormant volcano. She was now deep-throating my seven-inches of meat and I could feel my own lava boiling. Then suddenly it was like slow motion as the two of us became one. Just as my lava erupted from my volcano and into her mouth, her dormant volcano exploded too, coating my lips, tongue and face with her sticky sweet-scented lava. We both attempted to cool the lava by continuing to pleasure each other. Being twenty, my cock didn't even consider shrinking and when my sister finally took my cock out of her oasis of pleasure; she rolled to her side and begged, "Big brother, please fill my oven with your big loaf." I laughed. "We are still playing with heat metaphors are we?" "Just shut up and fuck me. I need your cock in me soooooo bad," she pleaded. I slid beside her and positioned my excited cock behind her. It was dark and the angle awkward and as I pushed forward she gave a slight yelp. "Wrong hole," she informed me, reaching behind herself to guide my cock to her furnace of lust. I could feel the heat before I even entered and as my cock slipped between my sister's wet pussy lips I felt her push back, engulfing my cock. A loud moan escaped her lips and I reminded her, "Our parents are only a few feet away, baby sis." She whispered, "Fuck me slow, big brother. I can get kind of animated when I am fucked hard." My left arm draped over my beautiful sister as I slowly slid in and out of her hotbox. I cupped her breast and just held on gently. I can't explain it but we fit together so perfectly, like two puzzle pieces that finally finish the picture. I didn't think of her as my sister, but as a beautiful girl I was making love to. Her soft moans only enhanced the thrill. The slow burn inside her lasted forever, over half an hour before either of us said a word, both of us content in this intimate position. Suddenly, she asked with a moan, her devious side coming out, "What do you think Mom would think of how we have dealt with the cold?" "I would like to think she would appreciate that she inspired it. We did exactly what she suggested. We are staying warm the exact same way she is." "Mmmmmm," my sister moaned, before changing the topic abruptly and shockingly. "Would you fuck Mom if the chance offered itself?" "What was gotten into you?" I asked, shocked by my shy sister's dirty mouth and crazy question. "You, although not as deep as I would like," she teased and moved her ass down a bit. "Mmmmmm, that's better." The new angle gave me the opportunity for deeper penetration, which led to her moans getting louder. Not answering her question, I turned it back on her. "Would you fuck Dad?" "In a heartbeat," she answered, surprising me. "He is so rugged and still devilishly handsome for an older man." Stunned by the conversation, while fucking nonetheless, I reminisced about Mom who was the centerpiece of my most constant stroke fantasy since I started beating my meat. "Why did you stop, Allen, were you thinking of Mom while you are fucking me?" I stammered, "S-s-sorry, just got lost in thought." I continued the slow burn in her pussy until she said, "So would you fuck Mom?" "Probably," I answered. "Probably, my ass, you would fuck her in a heartbeat if you got a chance," she accurately hypothesized. "Yeah, you are probably right." "I usually am," she answered, before adding, "Go faster, big brother." I picked up the pace and as I fucked my sister's perfect pussy. I reached around and made contact with her engorged clit. I began tapping on it. Completely forgetting our parents were in a tent just a few feet away from us, I began fucking her faster, my body crashing into hers each thrust forward. My sister's moans increased in volume with each hard thrust forward. She said, "Oh big brother, I love your cock inside me." "Your pussy fits me like a glove, baby sister," I replied, returning the compliment. Her moans increased and I whispered, "The rents are going to hear you." "I don't care," she moaned, far past the point of no return, "just don't stop fucking me." I continued the deep thrusts inside her and her moans continued to get louder. "Oh god yes, Allen, I am close baby, harder, fuck your sister harder," she begged. Petrified of being caught, I flipped her onto her stomach, my cock never leaving her cunt, and leaned forward. Loud moans began to escape her lips and I covered her mouth with my hand. Her mouth silenced, I pistoned in and out of her like a well-oiled machine. I could feel her hot breath on my hand as she kept breathing heavily while I drilled her hard. The new angle allowed me to fill her completely. A couple of minutes of this deep hardcore pounding and she screamed into my hand. I didn't slow down as her orgasm spread through her like a seven on the Richter Scale. Feeling her juices all around my cock was the final straw and I filled my sister's pussy with my seed. Both exhausted, I positioned her back to her side, my cock still in her. I cuddled her like I would a lover after sex. She whispered, "I love you, Allen," "I love you too, Mary," I returned, kissing the back of her neck. We both drifted in slumber, my cock beginning to shrink inside her, our relationship changed forever. I knew this wouldn't be a onetime thing. I not only loved my sister as a sibling, I also loved her as a lover. My arms wrapped around her, we each drifted into our own subconscious where our dark kink lives. But tonight in our subconscious was only our conflicting emotions springing from what we had done tonight. In the moments before sleep I knew without a doubt that I'd just had the best and most intimate sex I had ever had, and I wondered how society could think something that felt so right could possibly be so wrong. As I drifted away, sure in my mind that what we had done was not wrong, I wondered was fucking Mom possible. Although my cock began to grow with the thought of such a fantasy becoming real, I shook it off as unrealistic. Yet...the days that followed in the great Canadian wilderness would make my unrealistic fantasy very, very real.... The end