We gang banged my sister by canemont

We gang banged my sister by canemont

I just finished my first college year. My younger sister is graduating from high school and found out we were going camping without her.

We gang banged my sister

We are four college guys, going to school in Fayetteville, AR. We just finished our freshman year of school and were celebrating the end of finals. We each had summer jobs to go to, but wanted to go on a kayak trip before we started working for the summer. We planned to kayak the Caddo River, outside of Glenwood, AR. The Caddo River is beautiful and somewhat remote. There are spots to camp along the river, and we were going to rent kayaks from an Outfitter who would take us upriver. We would then float down river and return the kayaks.

We planned to kayak all day, camp one night, fish and then bring the kayaks back at the end of day two. We decided to go on this trip during the week to avoid any weekenders who might be on the river. We wanted it to be a quiet trip, so we could absorb the natural beauty of this part of northern Arkansas.

I got a call from my sister, Jill, who was just graduating high school, to tell me of her graduation party plans at the end of May. She wanted me to be there. We are very close, and I would not miss it for the world. I told her about our plans for this kayak trip which was the week before her party. Jill was terribly jealous that we were going without her. I told her we only had a four-man tent, and there was no room. But she was persuasive, and I let her talk me into her tagging along. She is a fun person, so I knew the other guys would enjoy her company.

So, the college guys are Mike, Rick, Bob, and me (James) and now we have added Jill to the mix. The Outfitter would have the kayaks waiting for us, so we did not have to take ours on a trailer this time. The weather was perfect, it would be mid 80s air temperature and the outfitter said the water would be in the high 60 degrees. Later in the summer the water level would be much lower and the water temperature a lot higher, so now was the perfect time to go. And since we were starting this trip on Tuesday, and not a weekend, the chances of seeing anyone else on the river were minimal. The plan was for Mike, Rick, and Bob to meet me at the Outfitter’s headquarters downstream of where we would put in. We would each have a kayak and our gear would be distributed among the kayaks.

Jill and I rode together in my Chevy Tahoe, which had the tent and most of the outdoor gear we needed. The guys did not know about Jill going with us, so it might be a bad surprise for them. But I felt like it was my graduation present to her. I figured the guys would like her after they met her.

Jill had really blossomed into a beautiful young woman. When she and I were loading our camping gear, she was wearing a tiny bikini bottom and top, with a loose-fitting tank top as a cover up. She had really filled out her last year of high school and had an incredible body. Even though she was my sister, I had to admit she was smoking hot.

Jill and I drove for over two hours before we got to the Outfitter. She filled me in on her college plans, high school, and past boyfriends. She no longer had a steady boyfriend and was looking forward to meeting a lot of college “men” next Fall. I told her the guys at college are just older highschoolers and not much different. There are just a lot more of them. She liked that idea of more guys, she said. She licked her lips. Damn, my baby sister seems a bit lusty.

Jill started probing me about the girls I had dated, who all I had slept with and other intimate details. She and I tell each other everything, but damn, I really did not want to discuss my dating habits. Jill sensed my hesitation, but she told me that she wanted to know what other guys would expect of a girl when dating in college. She wanted to experience a full college life and that meant meeting a lot of guys, she hoped. I told her most college dudes were bashful and she would have to make the first move. We both laughed, but she looked disappointed.

We finally arrived at the Outfitter’s place. Mike and the other guys were already there. When Jill hopped out of my vehicle, they were stunned. “Who is that HOT CHICK? And why did you not tell us you were bringing a date?” I introduced Jill and quickly added that she was my sister. I think they were both enthralled and disappointed that she was my kid sister. I guess they figured she would put a damper on our behavior during this trip. I told them that she was experienced in camping and kayaking and would be a big help. We would need her kayak to help spread out the load of equipment.

We gathered our stuff, and the Outfitter trailered the kayaks and hauled us upriver. The plan was to kayak all day, spend one night on the river, tent camping, and another day kayaking, then head home. The river level was good, and it looked like the weather was going to be great.

Within an hour of being dropped off at the river put-in, we were on the water. Each of us had our own kayak, and our gear was strapped to each of them in waterproof bags. We had a lot of gear, but at least we had Jill’s kayak to help take some of the load. It was getting really warm, and the sun was beating down on us. After about an hour of paddling, Mike suggested we pull in and take a break. We tied off our kayaks to trees along the bank and cooled off in the river. It was shallow and perfectly clear water. The bottom was smooth river stones and there were small rapids where the current gushed around large boulders in the river.

Jill took off her coverup to jump in the river to cool off. When she did, all eyes were glued to her. Her tight body was barely covered by that tiny bikini. I could not help but look too. She dove in the water to cool off, then emerged. Her bikini was made from thin material, and it clung to her body like a second skin. Her nipples were rock-hard from the chilly water and protruded from her top like river pebbles. Jill’s breasts spilled out of her top as if it were a size too small. Her bikini bottom seemed to barely cling to her skin as she crawled out of the water. I got a brief glimpse of what must have been the edge of her cunt, when her bikini bottom had shifted to the side as she eased out of the water. She adjusted it, but the material was wet and clingy, and followed the profile of her camel toe perfectly. I embarrassed myself when I could not stop staring at her wet bathing suit. but I could not resist the view. My sister was like a playboy poster, laying on that rock. She was quite a beautiful sight.

The guys noticed all this too and seemed to have a renewed interest in getting to know her. Mike was the first to swim to the rock she was sunning on. I could not hear their conversation, but he was keenly intent on whatever they were saying. Then Bob and Rick, not wanting to be left out of this flirting session, swam over and splashed them, goading them into the water. I did not want to be left out, so in no time all five of us were splashing and dunking each other in the refreshing stream. Each guy was trying to out-flirt the other and hoped to get to know her better. I watched and laughed at their silly behavior.

We rested in the sun and ate sandwiches we had prepared earlier. After we were dry, we continued our trip downstream. We arrived at a good spot to set up the tent and pulled the kayaks to dry land. We set up the tent and built a fire. It was still early afternoon and we had seen no other kayakers on the river all day, so it was like we were in the middle of nowhere. The silence, other than the rush of the river, was hypnotic. It was like we were the only people on earth. And the one girl we had with us on this trip was my sister. Oh, well.

Setting up the tent and unloading all our gear was hot work. We each were sweaty and grimy. Jill said she was going to wash up in the river and grabbed a towel and shampoo. The river edge she went to was only about 50 yards away. She set down the towel, then looked back at us. She then untied the top of her bikini and hung it over a branch. She did the same to her bottoms and was quickly naked. She smiled back at us and said, “last one in is a rotten egg”. My three buddies made a beeline to where she stood, and immediately stripped too. They were all in the water and splashing around. I did not know what to do. I walked over to “casually” watch and made sure nothing tawdry was going to happen. Jill saw me and said, “hey big brother, get your suit off and get your ass in the water!”. Oh, geez. Now I did not want to be the prude of the trip, so I did what she said. I just hoped I would not get a hard-on once I got close to my sister. That would have been totally wrong.

Jill had shampoo in her hair and was starting a good lather in a quiet pool outside the flow of the current. It was only waist high on her, so her naked breasts were completely exposed to all of us. The guys were washing up too near her, but they were more intent on watching her than getting clean. Once her hair was shampooed, she dunked under water to rinse off. When she came up, the river water cascaded off her lovely shoulders and dripped from her full breasts. Her nipples were dark and hard, and stuck out from her breasts like pencil erasers. The guys were surrounding her, but no one touched her. They were too polite to make any advances on her, even though I know damn good and well, had I not been there, they would have.

My sister casually tossed me the shampoo and told me to clean up. No one wanted to smell me in the tent if I was not clean. I took her advice, and washed up, then followed her and the others back to the campsite. When I first got out of the water, I did not have a full hard-on, thank goodness, but as I walked back to my clothes, my swelling dick began to flop up and down with each step. This was intolerable, so I quickly slipped on my shorts, and had to duck around to the back of the tent in hopes that my erection would go away. It finally did.