Incest story: Expect the Unexpected. Author: viceofchoice. Cousins Carter and Jennifer are close, but sharing a tent on a family camping trip brings them closer. BASED ON A TRUE FANTASY. The story is including of Fantasy, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, Incest, Male/Teen Female genres.

Incest story: Expect the Unexpected – Chapter 1 – Part 1: Pitching a Tent

Author: viceofchoice

“Carter?”

“Hm?”

“Do you mind if I take my pants off?”

I lay there motionless, stunned. Whether or not the question should have come as a shock to me, I really couldn’t say – but it did. I tried to think of how I ended up in this situation. Jennifer had always been my favourite cousin, but now things were getting as close to the edge as they could. For the last few years as she had navigated through puberty, I had found myself strangely and wildly attracted to her more and more with every extended family get-together. Now, it seemed that every fantasy was coming true. I wanted it, but at the same time I didn’t know if I should take it.

Maybe sharing a tent together hadn’t been such a great idea.

Two months ago, I had arrived home to a flood of cheers and greetings. I had spent the last two years of college abroad on a European exchange and, unfortunately, hadn’t had time or means to make it home once. There had been emails and phone calls from my parents, siblings and other family members which had kept me going, but there really wasn’t anything like family. Ours was very close, and that included all my extended family as well. You know the film ‘My Big Fat Greek Wedding’? Yeah, it was something like that.

As such, we had a mini family reunion – or ‘family rebellion’ as my dad liked to call it – usually once a year, aside from the many other dinners, holidays and celebrations we usually spent together. It typically consisted of a camping trip to a local campground that we would book out and spend a long weekend at. It really was a good time usually. As crazy as my family was, I truly enjoyed spending time with them.

However, for the last two years, I hadn’t been able to go. I didn’t think I would miss it as much as I did. It was really surprising the way I felt whenever I read emails from my family about the fun they were having at the lake or hiking. Most surprising of all, though, was the pang of loss I felt when I would read letters from Jennifer.

I was several years older than her, but, somehow, she was the cousin I was closest to – even closer than I was with my two sisters. As far as I could tell, it was the same for her; I was the cousin that she related to best, even more than her own brothers. For whatever reason, our cousin-friendship ran deep, and I missed her terribly while I was away studying. All I wanted was to be there for her through her insane teenage years, but opportunity and necessity drove the wedge of distance between us.

Every picture she sent me of her (often with her friends) out carousing, I longed to be there with her. I didn’t know what it was exactly, but she seemed to grow more beautiful every time I saw her. I left for Europe when I was 23. She was 16 at the time. Returning now, at 25, she was a strikingly beautiful 18-year-old young woman. If I hadn’t been related, I certainly would have scooped her up and dated her in an instant.

I hadn’t been home two days when my mom reminded me about the camping trip coming up. “Carter, are you planning on going?” she asked.

“I don’t know, Mom,” I replied, scanning through pages of want ads on the computer. “I’ve got a lot to do. I’m thinking of going for a master’s now, you know.”

She nodded. “I know. You mentioned that on the way home from the airport.” She sighed heavily. “The rest of the family’s going, so there won’t be anyone here to hang out with.”

“Yeah, I know. Don’t give me more reasons to stay.”

“Oh, seriously,” she chided me.

I laughed, continuing to scroll endlessly down the list. “I also want to find a summer job, too.”

“I’m aware,” she told me. “It’s something to think about, though. It would be good for all the family to see you.”

Nodding slowly as one advert caught my eye, I answered, “Yeah, I guess.”

Over the next month, I had found a job and applied for the master’s program at the local university. The job was simple data entry and bookkeeping for a lawyer’s office, but it was something. It would build my resume. I wasn’t proud; I’d take it. Besides, my plan was to leapfrog from my bachelor’s in philosophy into law, so as rudimentary as the job was, it at least exposed me to the world and practice of law. I was happy to accept.

Beyond that, I had weekends and holidays off. My fear had been committing to the family campout without knowing what my schedule would look like. I had been prepared to take a job in the foodservice or even fast food industry, though it certainly wasn’t my preference if I could help it. This, though, was ideal, and I let my family know that, indeed, I would be joining them for our outdoors excursion.

The day it had arrived, I had been required to put in some extra time that Friday afternoon. Some records and files needed to be assembled as they were going to be used by one of the lawyers in the office in a court case that coming Tuesday after the long weekend. Oh, the irony. By the time I had arrived home, my family had already left without me. Still, I think it worked out in the long run seeing as how I wasn’t even packed yet.

The fortunate thing I kept reminding myself about was that I could drive out there myself. In fact, I preferred it that way. I liked being independent, and if I wanted to go somewhere, I didn’t like relying on the schedules of others.

I ran around wildly, gathering up everything I could think that I’d need. “Did you forget anything?” I texted to my parents as I was finishing stuffing things in a duffel bag for myself. “Is there anything else you want me to bring?”

“Looks like we’ll need an extra tent,” my father sent back. “Just bring one of the small ones. That should work. And enough bedding for you.”

Oh, so you didn’t even pack a tent with enough space for me, I thought semi-bitterly. “Yeah, sure. I’ll do that,” I replied as falsely cheerful as text would allow. Moments later, I had packed everything – at least I had hoped – and was well on my way.

Half an hour later, I was out there at the campground. The several adjacent sites were filled with vehicles, tents and campers. It would be difficult to find a place to set up. What was convenient was that each one bordered the lake, and already a number of family members were taking advantage of the hot, sunny weather and cool, refreshing water. Others were about the camping area eating food, playing games or just leisurely chatting with one another.

It was another typical family rebellion.

I parked my car at the far end of our claimed camping area. I, of course, checked in with my parents first before facing the barrage of welcomes and salutations from all my other aunts and uncles. Even most of the cousins in the vicinity came over to say hi. I’d seen most of them when I had flown in, but there were several that I hadn’t had any contact with yet.

My eyes, however, were darting to and fro, searching for any sign of Jennifer. She was one of the ones who hadn’t been able to make it when I had come home, and I was understandably anxious to see her. Not seeing her anywhere nearby, I figured she must be down in the water. Sure enough, that’s where I found her. Once she caught sight of me, she half-ran, half-swam out of the lake as quickly as she could, ran up the beach and into the camp area to say hello.

“Carter!” she yelled out as the current resisted her escape. “Carter!”

As she ran up, I couldn’t help but admire her physique. She had matured so gracefully. Jennifer had still been in that gangly and awkward mid-teenager stage when I had left. The eighteen-year-old was anything but that now. She was an average height and build, but the last of her baby fat had melted away over the past couple years to reveal a slender and stunningly beautiful young woman. As she came running at me wearing just a skimpy, purple bikini, my untamed eyes wandered over her lustfully. Jennifer had good hips, and her breasts, though a little on the smaller side, were perky and firm, giving just a slight bounce as she ran.

I scolded myself. Jennifer was my cousin. Attractive? Of course! But it was highly inappropriate to allow my gaze to wander over her body so unrestrained. Unfortunately, every instant I thought I had control, her dirty blonde hair had to shine in the sun. Each time, my eyes regained their own control and took a quick second to look her over from head to toe.

“Carter!” she shouted again as she embraced me. The cold water she carried with her soaked into my clothes, but I didn’t care. It felt so good to hug her. It had been far too long. I wrapped my large arms around her and held her closely. For an instant, I forgot myself again, and found myself more interested in the feeling of the smooth skin on her back than her as my cousin. Jennifer’s next words broke the spell. “Welcome home!”

“It’s good to be back!” I thanked her, ending the hug. “You’ve sure grown up.”

Jennifer shrugged impassively. “I guess. I’m 18, but it’s only been two years, though. I couldn’t have changed that much.”

“More than I have, I’ll bet,” I laughed. “I just turned 25. I’m old now.”

“No, you’re not. You look great!” Jennifer laughed along with me, and scurried off to get a towel and some sandals. When she returned, we roasted some wieners over the fire and at a lunch of hot dogs and chips as we talked and caught up.

“So what’s Europe like?” she inquired. I told her everything I knew that I couldn’t include in the emails I’d sent to her. My exchange had brought me to a new university every semester. I had a hectic schedule to keep up, so I didn’t get a whole lot of time to enjoy the sights and go touring. I could, however, tell her an awful lot about the campuses I’d been to.

Every so often, though, I had enough time during the day to see a tourist attraction or two. Jennifer was enthralled by my tales: the Eiffel Tower in Paris, the Coliseum in Rome, Buckingham Palace in London and several other locations. We both had a profound passion in history, so my first-hand experience with these sites was of particular interest to her.