It took us ten minutes to reach the ravine that marked the limit for most people. As kids, we called the rocky crevice “The Canyon,” and it was as far as we were allowed to head into the woods. But we weren’t kids anymore. The only way across was climbing into it. Standing at the bottom, I got had a great view of Maggie and then Holly’s tight asses while they scrambled up the other side. Because I see it all the time, it’s not often that I notice my sister’s ass. The way her shorts barely covered the bottommost curve of her asscheeks made it easy to understand why other guys would stare at her walking by. I got the same view of Holly’s ass while boosting her up the opposite side of the ravine. If nothing else happened the rest of that day, I would have been happy.
It felt ten degrees cooler beneath the thick canopy of the forest. The ground was soft and earthy with little groundcover able to grow with so little direct sunlight. The sounds of the camp were far behind us and it felt as if we had the world to ourselves. Just the same, we kept checking over our shoulders to make sure no one had followed us until we felt satisfied. “I think there’s another creek up ahead with a cool rockfall,” Maggie said.
I hung back from the two girls without thinking about it and admired how similar they looked. They were roughly the same height, dressed identically with short jeans and the string of their bikini tops bouncing against their backs. The summer sun had revealed more of the red in Maggie’s auburn hair. Both had their hair up in ponytails. The way their narrow waists gently flared into perfect asses was irresistible. I pulled out my cell phone and snapped a pic of their asses swaying in unison.
The electronic snapping sound turned their heads. “Pervert,” Maggie said, though she was smiling as she said it.
Holly just giggled before asking Maggie, “Ever get tired of the way every guy stares at your ass?”
“Not really,” Maggie said. “You?”
“Not if he’s cute,” Holly said with another musical giggle that became my favorite sound ever. “Though Uncle Damian is creepy.”
“Yeah he is,” Maggie agreed. “And his kids are creepy, too.”
“Tell me about it,” Holly squealed. “If Dorian or Tony stare any harder at my ass, they’ll go blind. I bet they jerk each other off every night thinking about us.”
Maggie laughed, glanced over her shoulder at me, and added, “That’s what he was doing last night when I came back to the tent.”
“Was not,” I grumbled.
“That’s how I know he has a big dick.”
“Oh-my-God, did you catch him doing it?”
“I just saw the tent beneath his sheets,” Maggie said.
Holly’s giggle didn’t sound quite as musical as before. She turned around, walking backwards for a few steps while she faced me. “What if she had caught you doing it?”
“She didn’t,” I said, frustrated that Maggie would say any of that shit. “I wasn’t doing anything.”
“But you were hard,” my sister insisted.
“Shut-up, bitch,” I snapped back, growing more embarrassed. What the hell was wrong with her?’
“I told the brat he could do it, if I could watch.”