It’s Only Fair 2

An experience shared by R.J.:

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After our experience, the relationship changed between my sister and me. Before, she was a stereotypical older sister: bossy, overbearing, condescending. After, she became protective, attentive, and open. She wanted to know what I was doing or how my day went. When we were alone in the house, it wasn’t unusual for me to see her topless after a shower or have me in her room when she changed. Two weeks of this was exciting, though we didn’t touch, nor did her friend touch me. I was beginning to think she liked to tease me and that was it.

I was afraid to ask her why we hadn’t played again, afraid if I did all the teasing would stop, and she would tell our parents that I’d been peeping her and Karen. I kept my mouth shut and masturbated alone after the shows.

Late June meant we would get ready for camping. We would prepare the pop-up trailer; clean the sleeping bags, the canvases and canopies. Our dad would get propane and Coleman fuel. We knew our parents were fighting and expected them to split the two weeks – one week with dad, the other with mom. Wendy, our younger brother Bobby, and I were told that this year dad was taking Bobby and his friend Timmy up north to fish: the last time Bobby went he was 8 years old, four years earlier. They would take the four-person tent, along with the canvas, sleeping bags and fishing equipment. They left it up to either of us if we wanted to camp with Mom this year. I immediately answered yes. Wendy answered yes as well. She didn’t ask if she could bring Karen.

Mom drove the trailer and packed away equipment up to the New York state campgrounds. We were given a site in the back, close to the edge of the property. The bad part of this was it was far from the lake beach, the volleyball court, park, and softball field. The good news was it was away from everyone else. We would not see or hear any other camper.

We quickly set up. I was tasked to climb trees and tie the canopy ropes so we could eat at the picnic table with something over our heads. Once that was accomplished, Wendy and I hung some clear plastic from the edge, a protection against most of the bugs.

It was hot when we finished. I wanted to swim. I went into the trailer to change. Mom was still fixing up the place. I was going to leave and wait when she asked what I was doing. I told her I was going to change and go swimming. She smiled and shook her head. She told me I could change with her around. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen me naked before.

My heart raced. My mouth went dry. I didn’t know what to do for a moment. She made the choice for me. She told me that she could tell I was shy. She left me alone. I quickly changed into my swim trunks, grabbed a towel, blanket, and book and headed out.

On my way past, Mom told me I shouldn’t be shy. I was a teenager and would be naked in front of girls soon. I held my tongue and looked at my sister. Wendy’s face turned beet red before she turned away.

I spent two hours at the beach renewing some old friendships, swimming, and reading my book. I felt hungry and knew it was time to get a sandwich. I walked back to our site and hoped to find that Mom had the sandwich fixings out. I came back to find them in different clothes.

Mom was in jeans and a t-shirt when I left. I returned to find her in her normal summer camping attire: a floral print sundress. For as long as I could remember, she would wear one, and I could tell her bathing suit was underneath. This year, it seemed as if she had nothing on underneath.

The one thing about Wendy that I didn’t say earlier: she was a big girl. I’m not talking about in height, or in weight. She was mom’s height, but where mom had average breasts, Wendy’s were twice as large. When I came back, she had changed into gym shorts and a black tube top, something that did not hide her breasts very well.

They were playing Monopoly, a game I hated. Mom greeted me, told me that the food was in the trailer and I could fix lunch myself. I thanked her. I used this time to remove my trunks, was going to put on underwear and shorts. Those plans changed when I looked at my mother.

I hadn’t noticed before, but mom’s sundress, with the sun behind her, was see-through. I inhaled deeply, my body responded. I instinctively grabbed my hardening cock and began to stroke. I looked and thought why I hadn’t looked at her before. Maybe it was fear that she could hear me as I watched from behind the door. Now, I saw her; saw a dark patch between her legs, one that looked hairier than my sister’s did.

I stroked to what the sun gave me. She reached to move her piece and her nipples shown through the fabric, dark pink and hard. She smirked at Wendy when the top fell slightly, showing the tops of her dark pink areolae. Neither she nor my sister looked towards the trailer when mom pulled up the top.

I stroked quicker when I noticed Wendy’s nipples were trying to push through the top tube fabric. It appeared as if she, too, was excited at the thought of our mom going topless. It was her turn. She grabbed the dice and shook, the action causing her breasts to jiggle, exciting me even more.

I was close to cumming, but I stopped. I needed something to collect cum in. I looked around and grabbed a napkin. I looked back out at them and stroked some more.

Mom was moving her piece. Her leaning across the picnic table and sun gave me an excellent image of her breasts and nipples. The top fell again, this time it went further down. I saw her breasts for a moment before she quickly pulled up her top. Both she and Wendy chuckled before returning to the game.

That sight was enough to push me over the top. I came hard into the napkin. My head spun at how much I saw of my mom’s breasts. It took me a moment to regain my composure so I could get dressed and make something to eat.

When I exited the trailer, neither asked me what took me so long to change and make a sandwich. I took a seat in the shade and ate peacefully, not paying them attention, because I knew I would show my “appreciation” of their choices of clothing.

With the game ended, my mother grabbed one of her Harlequin romances and sat in the shade. Wendy changed into her bathing suit and went off to the beach to meet up with friends. I took one of my books and sat in the sun.

Mom looked up from her book and asked what I was reading. I told her one of the anthologies my English teacher gave me before the end of the school year – Sister Julianne thought I could write fiction well and thought a few anthologies could inspire me over the summer. She smiled and returned to her book. I took a long look at her as she read, hoping to see more of her body under the dress. I was disappointed: I saw nothing.

The conglomerate of science fiction short stories was interesting: It occupied my attention for the better part of two hours. I hadn’t realized how long I had read until my mother was standing over me, asking if I would like another soda. I looked up at her and saw she was bending over. The top of her sundress had fallen or she had pulled it down. Her breasts were fully exposed.

I lost the ability to speak, unable to answer her. I was slack-jawed and babbled something. She chuckled and walked to the trailer without fixing her top. She came back out, holding two cans of soda, one black cherry, one a cola. She offered me the cherry.

She still hadn’t covered her chest when she sat back in her chair. When we heard the crunch of gravel, signaling someone was approaching, she pulled it up. It turned out to be Wendy. Our mom sighed and returned to reading her romance novel. Sis looked at me, appearing to be asking why our mother sighed. I shrugged my shoulders. She shrugged back and went to change. Wendy came out in shorts and the tube top.

Mom asked us when we wanted to have dinner. It was 5:00 at the time, when we usually ate, but I had a feeling mom wanted to eat later. Wendy spoke, told her she wasn’t hungry and could hold off on dinner for a bit. I agreed and returned to reading.

We had dinner at 7:00. Hot dogs roasted on the fire, salads she had in the trailer’s cooler, and some cookies. After cleanup, I went for a walk to meet up with some friends. We met at the volleyball court to hang out and maybe meet some girls.

Our adventures didn’t last long: some moms came looking for us, afraid we would get into trouble after dark. I went back to our site expecting my mom and sister to be playing a card game. The lantern was on, hanging from hook over the picnic table. They were playing Spite-And-Malice, a double solitary card game. I thought they would have changed into either warmer clothing or pajamas and robes. I found Wendy with a plaid flannel shirt over her top, my mom wearing a similar shirt. I said hello to them and both ignored me, concentrating on their game.

I grabbed the anthology and planned on reading while they played. I finished one page before Wendy disrupted me. She asked if I told my friends I was back to being a bookworm. Before I could answer, mom interrupted, told her to not be such a pain. I told them both they already knew, but asked me to not to talk about it in front of their parents. Wendy agreed: she knows it will make my friends look bad. I returned to reading.

The two finished their game as I finished a second novella. I looked at the travel clock we always had on the table. It said 11:00 pm. I told them I was going to bed. Both of them agreed it was a good idea. I told them I’d change first; it wouldn’t it take me long. My mother looked at me and smiled.

“You’ve seen your sister naked,” she said. “I don’t see any problem with you seeing me, too.”

I was shocked. I looked at Wendy with my eyes wide. She blushed and demurred. I knew she let slip our secret. I grew angry, but our mother stopped it.

“Oh, please. It’s perfectly natural for siblings to explore with sex,” she said as she stepped into the trailer. She didn’t close the door, allowing me to see her remove her shirt before reaching for the hem of her sundress. She pulled it over her head and showed that she wore nothing underneath. Wendy and I looked at each other, our mouths open and silent at the shock.

Our mother turned to us and smiled. “Get a good look, Roger. You’ll be seeing more of it.”

I glanced towards Wendy who walked into the trailer. She started to take off her clothes in my view before moving out of my view.

“Are you going to stand there with your mouth open or are you going to come in?” my mother asked. I slowly walked towards her. She smiled at with her hands on her hips. “I don’t expect you to jerk off to me, but I’d like to see it.”

My cock pushed against my shorts. I unbuttoned the unzipped them before I reached the door. I let them drop onto the trailer floor. My mother moved me away from the door and closed it.

“He really loves to stroke,” Wendy said. She was naked and sitting on one of the beds. Her legs were open. She slipped a hand down and gently touched her pussy.

“And you don’t encourage it,” mom said. She pushed me to the opposite side of the trailer from Wendy. “Take off your clothes. I want to see if she was right.”

I must have had a quizzical look on my face. “She said your penis is darker than the rest of your body.”

I looked at Wendy who had an evil grin on her face. “She asked.”

I pushed my underwear down and stood up proudly. My hard-on was on display for them.

“You’re right, it is darker.” She took a step back and admired it. “I can see why you and Karen think it’s sexy.” She turned to Wendy. “Show me what you two do.”

My sister stood and walked to where I sat. She put a hand on my thigh and whispered, “Let’s do more than we usually do.” I didn’t understand what she meant for a moment. It was not until she pushed me onto my back that I realized she wanted to do more.

Wendy slid down my body until her mouth was inches from my aching hard-on, her breath making my cock spasm with anticipation. She gently wrapped a hand around it and brought her mouth closer to the head.

I looked over at our mother. She had taken a seat on the lower bed and leaned against the upper. She was watching us, looking at what was going to happen. She had a hand on her breast, stroking the side before running over her nipple. She opened her legs and placed a hand between her thighs. I wanted to see more, but something else interrupted my attention.

Wendy straddled my hips and took my hardness into her hand. She rubbed her pussy with it before slowly lowering herself. I was losing my sexual cherry.

“Grab my hips,” Wendy demanded. I did as she dictated. She raised herself slowly before lowering. Instinctively, I raised my hips to meet her. She moaned when our bodies met.

I looked over at our mother. Her legs were wide open and had two fingers slipped inside of her pussy and was matching our movements. She looked like she was going to add a third when Wendy demanded I grab her breasts.

“And squeeze hard.” I turned my head and looked at my sister. She was sweating. I grabbed her tits and squeezed as hard as I thought I should. She told me to squeeze even harder.

“Oh, fuck,” I heard our mother moan. We looked over. She was finger fucking herself fast with her right hand; with her left, she was pulling a nipple.

“Fuck me faster! I need it faster and harder,” I heard my sister tell me. In one motion, we rolled her on to her back. She grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. I plunged in deep before withdrawing. I took her hips into my hands and held them. I picked up my motion, piston-like, and started to fuck her hard.

“That’s what I need,” she moaned before closing her eyes.

“Fuck her, baby,” mom screamed. “Fuck her good.”

“God, yes,” Wendy added.

I don’t know how long I fucked her, but Wendy came hard, screaming my name loudly. Our mother orgasmed several times, each one louder than the last. I needed to cum. I pulled out and began to stroke, ready to give Wendy’s belly my juice.

“No, let me have it,” Mom said. She quickly crawled to me and took over stroking. She put my cock in her mouth and sucked. I let loose in her mouth without warning. She anticipated it and swallowed all that I gave her.

It was dark in the trailer. I was still naked, on top of my sleeping bag. Wendy was on the bed below me, naked as well. We were looking at each other, eyes wide open. When we started fooling around, we had no idea our mother had the same idea.

“You two are quiet,” Mom said in the dark. “Are you two okay?”

Wendy answered. “We’re just surprised is all, Mom.”

“Surprised at what?”

“That you would be like us, nasty, dirty.”

She chuckled before answering. “Darling, you have no idea how dirty I can be or even was at your age.”

I wanted to know. But before I could ask, she told us to get some sleep. “Tomorrow’s going to be interesting.”

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3 thoughts on “It’s Only Fair 2

  1. Very hot! When could we expect the next chapter (assuming that their is one and i truly hope so)?

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