Camping Trip [2]

I stared at the ceiling of the tent while on my back, unable to completely process what had just occurred. The bag was still unzipped, and Hannah had drifted off 30 minutes ago; she was turned on her side and facing me with an emotionless expression, breathing softly, cuddled under the thick blanket. I had this strange happiness bubbly up inside me, and a weird attachment that was growing on her. Nostalgic feelings started punching my gut; familiar smells, warm breath, hot skin. Something was eerily similar, but what the fuck was it? Am I drunk yet? I don’t know what the hell is going on.

Due to the cold air and confused, scary thoughts crossing my mind, my member was about the size of a quarter, especially after the treatment it was just given, I could be bone dry of my seed for a good couple of days. I turned to my side, facing her and just stared for what seemed like an eternity, attempting to piece the puzzle together by scanning over every square inch of her face. Nothing happened. I just saw my prized younger sister. I must have found solace in something, because after running scenarios in my head for a while, I dozed off to the sound of the crisp, slow wind billowing against the fabric of the tent.



I would say things turned back to normal, and that I woke up to my shy sister shoving me out of bed; that I woke up to my friends knocking on my tent as I slept in like normal, and that I would have to leave the tent for her to change.

..No.

I woke up to a warm feeling running throughout my body. Not enough to make me sweat, but enough to snap me out of it. The sun was just cresting over the horizon and peeking through the trees, leaving a distorted silhouette on our tent of branches and leaves. I breathed deeply, noticing I was on my back again, the blanket seeming a bit heavier than usual. I began to roll over to check on my sister but found I couldn’t, and when my head turned without my body, it was greeted by small, toe-curling foot.

I freaked out and glanced down my body, lifting my head to get a face-full of my sister’s delicious ass and damp pussy. That ‘warm feeling’ was her mouth going to work downstairs, that sly little tongue and tender lips kissing up my hard cock, wrapping her mouth around it and gagging down on it until her lips hit my balls. I didn’t hear any movement or murmuring from the other tents, knowing they must all be enjoying their sleep. My mind went into a panic, as if forgetting the last 24 hours.

The scent of her drooling cunt hit me like a freight train; I immediately became rock-solid, and those nostalgic thoughts flooded over me again. My mind and heart agreed instantaneously as I leaned up and peppered that lonely slit with small kisses, my hands instinctively planting themselves on that bubbly ass, pulling them apart for better access. A small, surprised squeal was heard from below just as she swallowed down my entire length, feeling her throat tense and her lips part, pulling her head up to look back at me, giving that sly half-smile while her tongue darted out to lick her lips.

“Good morning, big Brother. Care to feed me?”

I locked my eyes onto hers, narrowing them a bit while wrinkles showed on the outside of my eyes to show my smile. I delved deeper into her snatch, flicking my tongue up against her swollen lips, twirling it slowly around her clit. Her mouth opened into a blissful moan, encouraging me to go faster while I tongued my name into her clit, lightly kissing and suckling on that little nub; she became distracted as her hand stopped stroking me, so I brought my hands up to grab two fistfuls of hair, pulling them out like ponytails and tugging her down onto my throbbing cock, hearing muffled moans escape her stuffed mouth.

She began grinding her hips back into my mouth, a blatant, blissful response being shown as her cunt was practically drooling with desire, her legs quivering while I made a happy, sloppy mess between her thighs. My cock throbbed against her saliva-coated lips, precum trickling out while she immediately swallowed it down, bringing one of her hands down to go to work on the base of my shaft, eagerly wanting that hot seed to bloat up her throat. I could tell I was getting close, especially knowing she had been doing this for a while and her cute little moans didn’t help any, so I changed my grip, keeping one hand on the back of her head, fucking that hot little mouth, while the other took my tongue’s spot; I curled two fingers into her hungry pussy, making a ‘C’ with my middle finger, index finger, and thumb, finding her g-spot and grinding against her clit while I did so. Despite the usual difficulty, it took mere seconds as she gave high-pitched moans of encouragement onto my shaft, her legs beginning to shake while she made loud slurping noises on my meat.

The mix of emotions, sights, and sounds kicked me over the edge; her legs began to convulse, her toes curling while her mouth tensed and squealed on my cock, never slowing down her rhythm. I spanked one of her plump cheeks for encouragement, lapping my tongue up her content cunt while I began shooting thick loads of hot cum into her mouth. She had experience due to last night, keeping up with my supply while swallowing down every last drop.