“We didn’t go all the way,” Holly said, slipping off her cot and moving closer. She sat next to my cot so we could talk without anyone else hearing. “We just made out and fingered each other.”
“No way,” I said, unsure what to make of her story aside from getting really hard. “Did you like it?”
“It’s different making with a girl,” she said. “Hot, really hot.”
“I’m so hard,” I admitted.
“Really?” she asked, slipping her hand over my covers and feeling for herself. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, with over thinking my answer. Though Maggie’s simmering sensuality could make most men lose their ability to speak, she was my sister. I was immune to her powers. Instead, I wondered if it would be okay for me to take off my shorts.
“She really likes you.”
“She said that?”
“Yeah, and more than just because you have a big dick. She thinks your funny because you’re always so shy.”
That made me blush and change the topic. “I need to jerk-off,” I said, which had little to do with her words and everything to do with her hand rubbing my hard cock.
“Can I . . . nevermind,” she started before cutting off her thought.
“Watch?” I asked.
“Help,” she said so quietly I nearly missed it.
“You can do anything you want,” I said, pulling off my sheets before undoing my shorts. Maggie helped me pull them off my legs.
“What if Mom and Dad come back?” she asked, touching my exposed cock.
“I don’t know,” I said, not really worried about it..
“I liked sucking you today,” she said, gently tugging and pulling on me. “Is that weird?”
“I don’t think so.”
“I used to suck off guys I didn’t want to fuck.”
“Is that why you did that to me?”
“Maybe, I don’t know,” she said, moving her hand to my thigh instead of my cock. “This is really wrong, isn’t it?”
“Probably,” I said, taking over for her missing hand. We had no business doing any of this and we knew it. “What happened with Holly was wrong, too.”
“True,” she said, slipping her hand back over my hard cock. She grabbed a lock of my pubic hair and pulled on it. “We think you should shave down here.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s sexy when a guy shaves, too,” she giggled as if that was stupid question. “Close your eyes, okay?”
“Why?” I asked a second time, as if I was a very philosophical owl.
“Just do it and promise me you’ll keep them closed,” she said, moving to her knees.
I did close my eyes for the first part, at least until I felt her warm, wet lips around my cock for the second time that day. She made a loud slurping sound that worried me. “Quietly,” I whispered, looking down my body. In the gloom of the tent, I could make out her form and little more, but I knew it was her. I knew it was my sister with her mouth around my hard cock and I didn’t care. I caressed her hair as she kept her slurping noises to a minimum. I lasted longer than this afternoon, but not by much. The thrill of what was happening was too much for me to resist its pleasures. I stifled a moan as I came, no longer worried about shooting off inside her mouth. As I came, there was a soft moan from her, too. She didn’t stop until long after my orgasm ended.