Gender: Male Age: 19 Location: N/A
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Rich: 5 "7", Chest nut brown hair, blue eyes.
Allison: 5"6" Blonde hair, blue eyes just like her brother, 36B breast.
Taylor: 5 "7" Auburn hair, dark brown eyes, 38B breast.
Rachel 5 "5 1/2", Brunette, gray eyes, 32C breast.
Emily: 5 "7", Red hair, hazel eyes, 34C breast.
My new alarm is the sound of my roommates telling me to wake up and showers being turned on and off in the distance. It isn't the perfect way to be woken up, but I'm too fazed by the previous night to care. Last night my sister had kissed me and I had kissed her back. This all left me wondering what it all meant. I think about this as I shower in a stall with a broken lock and sport jeans and a sweatshirt with no shirt underneath. I feel that I look pretty decent and head to the dining hall with my shoulders slumped and my head down. I'm concentrating too much on the previous night that I accidentally run into someone.
"Sorry," I say looking up. Emily stands directly in front of me, smiling and providing me with a sudden chill.
"Did you sleep well?" she asks.
"Y-Yeah," I lie. Sleeping was one of the few things I had not done last night.
"You'll sleep even better tonight," she tells me, moving in closer.
"Come to our cabin again, okay?" she ask and I nod obediently. When it seems as if no one is looking I feel something warm touch my knee and the softness of her hand sends a tingling sensation up my thigh.
"I'm looking forward to it," she smiles and slips away, sitting beside the kid whom I know as Tyler. I walk over to my sister's table without even grabbing breakfast.
"Aren't you hungry?" Taylor asks.
"Hm?" I look up, still in a state of mild intoxication.
"Have a muffin," she says, worriedly, giving me a blueberry muffin. I nibble on it absentmindedly.
"So what were Emily and you doing over there?" Allison asks bluntly.
"Just talking," I answer, breaking away from my food.
"It didn't really look like talking. I swear she had one of her hands on you," she claims and Taylor looks at me suspiciously as well.
"We were just talking," I repeat.
"We're siblings, you don't have to lie to me," she reassures.
"Honestly we were just talking," I exhale before continuing, " she just told me to come to your guy's cabin again tonight," I state, focusing back on the muffin once I realize how hungry I am.
"Did she tell you why?" Taylor chirps in.
I shake my head, taking a large bite of the muffin.
Today's activity is a trust walk that will take place somewhere deep in the woods, but of course the camp counselors will know exactly where we are. We are supposed to divide amongst ourselves into five and have one to serve as a guide while the other four are blindfolded. The one who serves as a guide is supposed to lead its teammates to the chosen spot and apparently we're supposed to have our hands on each of each other’s shoulders the whole time so that no one will accidentally stray away from the group.
"How about we make of a group including; me, Rachel, Rich, Allison, and my friend Tyler?" Emily suggests. Before I can protest everyone else agrees quickly leaving no time for me to put a word in.
"Tyler," Emily beckons her friend over.
"Sweet, I get to have all girls," he smiles.
"One exception," I raise my hand.
"I wasn't counting myself Ricki," he winks.
The others laugh as my face flushes.
"The only way I'm joining you guys is if I get to be the guide," Tyler demands.
"You could just join anoth-"
"Deal," Emily cuts in. My face must make her generous because she pecks me on the cheek gently before turning away towards the counselors handing out blind folds.
"Was that "just talking" too?" Allison asks.
"I honestly don't know," I say.
"This day just keeps getting better and better," Taylor kids.
"Or worse," Allison says sullenly.
We all walk over to Emily who holds out red blindfolds for each of us to wear. When I have trouble doing mine my sister comes behind me to help tie it. I feel as she presses her breast into my back and I let out a small gasp.
"You all right?" she ask me, resting her chin on my shoulder for a moment.
"I-I'm fine," I stutter.
"Alright," I feel as she smiles and then begins to resume to tie the blindfold on. Once my sight is cut off I begin to walk around like a blind man until someone places my hands on a pair of shoulders that are soft yet firm.
"Who is this?" I whisper when the counselors say that we are forbidden to speak unless to give instructions.
"Rachel and I already know you are. This is kind of like when we met," she says only loud enough for me to hear. Then we're off further into the forest. The directions to turn or duck leave no time for conversation. On many occasions Rachel often brushes herself against my groin and I begin to wonder if it's involuntary or not. At one point I begin to notice the absence of the pair of hands on my shoulders. I break two rules and take off the blind fold over my eyes and release my grip from Rachel's shoulders and turn around.
"Stop," I say and everyone stops in place. Tyler looks to me obviously annoyed. I look at the line to find everyone.
Except my sister.
"Shouldn't you have noticed the person behind you let go?" Tyler asks.
"She must have missed one of your last minute directions to take a turn," I argue.
"Don't pin this on me, you're supposed to notice that stuff," he notes.
"Well if you were a shitty guide I would have," I shout at him. Everyone looks at me; shocked by this sudden angry persona I've switched to within seconds.
"Despite how sexy Rich just looked right now I think it's best that we go look for his sister before anything bad happens," Emily interjects. Tyler and I mumble in agreement.
"Alright good," Emily walks in the direction in which we came from.
After walking for at most ten minutes, Tyler begins to complain.
"Why don't we just go to the place we're supposed to then tell the camp counselors we lost her," Tyler offers.
"If you don't want to fucking find my sister then just go. I'm her brother, which means this is my job," I snap at him. He raises his hands in surrender as he backs away and turns to go to the original location.
"Pansy," I mutter under my breath.
"I never knew you had a mean side to you Rich," Taylor says, a little frightened.
"Only with him," I assure her, my voice ceasing its aggressive tone.
"Well good. There's no need to be mad now. We'll find your sister," Rachel assures me, touching my wrist softly. My mission to find my sister is beginning to loose focus. This quickly comes back into focus once I hear someone call my name and by someone I mean my sister.
"Allison?" I call back and my name comes back in return. I sprint towards the direction and find my sister, blindfold in hand and her eyes a little puffy as if she's been crying.
"Are you alright?" I ask. She replies by kissing me straight on the lips before holding me in an extremely tight hug, which is probably the best feeling I've felt during my 15 years of life. Reality quickly comes crashing back down though when she suddenly pulls away and looks at me, then at our crowd.
"We won't tell anybody," Emily assures and Rachel nods. Although Taylor is reluctant she nods as well.
"I think I was just caught up in the moment," Allison tries to say, but they all shoot her knowing looks.
"The only condition I have in order to keep our silence is that you do everything I say tonight," Emily states.
"Like what?" Allison asks.
"Nothing you won't want to do," she smiles.
When we finally arrive back to the camp sight the camp counselors are frantic. Asking if we're all okay and if we need anything. It’s pretty amusing and I try my best not to burst out in laughter and the others are trying their best not to do the same. Once their satisfied though they lead us down to the dining hall where we all eat dinner. Once we finish and everyone heads off to their separate cabins Emily grips my arm before I can leave.
"11:00 sharp, don't be late," she says then joins the rest of the girls. What have I agreed to?
As 11:00 rolls by I'm already knocking on the door of their cabin. Emily is the one to open the door and looks somewhat dissatisfied that I'm on time.
"You ready?" she asks.
"For what exactly?" I ask. Emily moves to the side revealing my sister in a black-laced bra with panties to match. It's a pretty magnificent sight to see and I swallow hard.
"Just sit alright?" Emily commands, biting her lip in anticipation for what's going to happen. She places her hand on my chest and they linger before she pushes hard forcing me to sit on the bed behind me. My sister walks over, looking unsure of what she's about to do. She sits softly on my lap and the effect is immediate. All through me I feel a surge of energy.
She begins to grind on top of me, moving her back to the rhythm and I’m aware that all the girl’s eyes are on us. Embarrassment is but only a memory and I want more as the sudden rush of craving pumps through my vein. I place my hands on her hips and she freezes for a moment to only grind harder on top of me. It feels so good that I move my groin to match the rhythm, which she moves in. When she gets off of me I assume it's to stop, but she just turns around and straddles my lap, forcing her mouth onto mine. She begins to probe my mouth with her tongue. I accept it willingly.
At this point my hands move from her waist around to her ass. She gasp into my mouth at the sudden touch and this only makes me kiss her harder. After a moment I move my hands from her firm ass to her to her tits. They fit perfectly in mine and for several moments I feel her up until she pulls away for breath.
"I think that's enough for one night," Emily speaks up, sounding a little weak. All of their faces are a bright shade of red and Emily stands to walk over to us. Allison gets off of my lap and lies beside me, breathing heavily. I look at my jeans to see a wet spot on my mid-thigh area. By now I have a raging heard on and the only thing going through my mind is how badly I want to fuck my sister right now.
"Not tonight," Emily cooed. She opens the door as a hint for me to leave and I do just that. Again they've left me to stand outside with a raging hard on with only memories to stay with me.
Sorry to be a cock block, but you can’t put it all into one story. That would be boring.
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