Survivalists

It was also the night I had a wet dream about Lena playing with my cock. I woke up with a sticky fucking mess in my pants, embarrassed to hell with myself. I sneaked out of the shed and changed pants in the dark cold night. I was highly pissed because I couldn’t just throw my dirty underwear into the laundry, our stuff was all hand washed in a little lake near the cabin. I stuffed my rapidly stiffening briefs under a mossy log until I could clean them. When I eased under the blanket again my sister turned to me in the dark “Where did you go?”

“I had to piss.”

“Oh,” she murmured sleepily, “keep me warm” then rested her head on my pillow next to my cheek, put an arm over my chest and snuggled against my side. Her hair was tickling my face, the hand on my chest was causing a hot spot over my heart and my prick started growing again. As I lay there with Tina sleeping next to me I realized she smelled good.

Delicate scents from her hair and skin sent sensual messages that tickled my balls, my cock swelled bigger, my heart was thudding. It seemed like it took hours to go back to sleep.

On the third day Tina was more relaxed, she was more enjoyable to be around as we worked and played together. We started treating our parents as parents, not as strange and hateful deviants. The thought of what they proposed for me and Tina transmuted in my mind from the demands of perverted sadistic pimps to just another stage of our survival training. It wasn’t something Tina and I would do, but I was beginning to understand there was no malice or lewdness in their suggestion. It was parental concern driving their motives.

On that day time stretched into infinity and longer the day got, the more I was looking forward to going to bed. I had fun talking to my sister the night before and enjoyed the privacy, the intimacy of our talk before I went to sleep. I was looking forward to another few minutes of sharing; I also remembered the smell and feel of her hair on my face.

That night Tina and I decided it would be okay to change out of our clothes and put on night wear. I stood in the darkest corner of the room and changed into my flannel pajamas while she quickly stripped off her shirt, pulled a soft cuddly night shift over her bra covered tits then dropped her pants and slipped the gown over her underwear.

I tried not to look at her but I caught a glimpse of her firm round butt and long shapely legs while she had her back to me. She struggled briefly with the bra then pulled it down from under the night gown.

When we got into bed we were both careful to keep a respectful distance between us but we laid on our sides facing each other again, talking about the day and our lives. Tina and I were raised to be truthful and straight forward so as we talked a question formed in my mind about what she had said at the last family meeting. As I built up the courage to open a new line of talk I could feel my nuts pulling up tight and my prick filling with hot blood.

I looked her into her pretty brown eyes as she cradled on her pillow “What was it like when you let Marty have sex with you?”

She paused for a few seconds, listening to the question echo in her mind then answered “I didn’t like it. It hurt when we did it and I bled like a broken nose for a long time. The next night we tried it again but I was really sore and it still hurt. After that I told him we would have to wait until I felt better but we came here before we did it again.”

My cock grew even more “Did he finish? Did he squirt his sperm in you?”

In the dim moonlight drifting through the small window I could see the memory flash through her eyes. “Yeah, he did, three times.”

“Were you turned on? I mean if you let him you must have wanted too.”

“I did. I wanted him to fuck me and I was hot but then it hurt. I only let him finish because I didn’t want him to hurt too. The next night I thought it would be better and we screwed two times but it still bothered me. I was sore for over a week. God, I can’t imagine how a virgin bride must feel if her new husband wants her every day.”

My cock was a full grown erection and I felt my pajamas getting wet from the goo pulsing from the end of it. My heart was hammering, my head spinning. I moved back slightly from my sister to get some cool air. “When are you going to do it again?”

She looked uncomfortable as she answered “I don’t know. I don’t think it will hurt again but it will be a long time before we get back to the city.”

I couldn’t look at her anymore. She was lying just inches away from me with the blanket pulled up to her chin but my mind’s eye was still focused on her butt and legs before her nightgown fell over them. I had to get her out of my head so I mumbled “Good night” and rolled away from her. I was shaking so hard the mattress was vibrating under me; my cock stretched so tight it hurt.

Gradually my body relaxed enough that I fell into a restless sleep, I was rolling and tossing, looking for a comfortable position and each time I did I roused to semi-consciousness. I don’t know what time it was when I roused for the third or fourth time but as I slowly came out of a dream I felt a hot pressure on my stomach and legs, my rigid cock was forced against my stomach by Tina’s ass. I was lying against her like a spoon in a drawer, an arm over her waist, my erection jammed against the crack of her butt.

My eyes snapped open as my cock jerked, my balls felt like hot cannon shot. Tina was moving her hips slightly, pressing against me even more, rubbing her butt against me. I moved my hand off her waist to the hem of the night gown and pulled on it, she lifted her weight a little to let it move up her legs until it was bunched at her hips. I moved the hand to pull my pajama pants to my ankles. Her bare legs were chafing against mine in small rubbing movements. When I put a hand on the warm smooth skin of her thigh I heard her sip a breath of air. She was shaking as much as I was.

Tina put her hand over mine then moved my fingers to the band of her panties. I hooked two fingers under the elastic and tugged. Again she raised her hips as I pulled the underwear down and off her legs. She kicked out of the panties then bent to put more pressure on the hard prick against her ass. I quickly worked my briefs half way down my thighs then Tina felt behind her, wrapped her fingers around my cock then guided me to the entrance of her body. I put my hand on her hip and held her in place while she put the end of my cock where she wanted it.

When her fingers left me I clenched my ass to push into my sister’s hot, tender center. She rolled her hips which forced me to slide out part way out then back into her. The natural movement of her body set my own into motion and I started fucking her. I was barely aware that I had just lost my virginity because the feelings coursing through me overwhelmed my mind. I could feel my heart hammering; the warm soft velvet of my sister’s sex as I pumped in and out of her.

I stopped moving, lying still with only the end of my erection in her opening. She flexed her hips lightly then I plunged back into her until our bodies slapped. Tina gasped and rolled her head as she grabbed my butt and bowed her back then breathed out a soft moan. The sound of her pleasure, the feel of her body against mine and the incredible feeling of her surrounding my erection overloaded my balls.

My cock cramped and pulsed as I came in long deep thrusts into her. It felt like the end of my prick had blown apart but it was an exquisite, delicious pain. I reached for her thigh and held her tight against me while my balls emptied. Tina Marie Watson, my sister fifteen and a half months older than me had just become my first sexual adventure.

Tina heaved and humped against me until I completely relaxed behind her. I rolled away; awed that sex was so incredible. I didn’t have any experience to compare but I knew what we just did was awesome. She flipped to her side facing me, a shadow of worry in her eyes “We shouldn’t have done that, I don’t know, I just woke up and —”

“Shsss – I’m not going to complain if that’s what you think, I didn’t know it would feel that good.”

She smiled cautiously then admitted, “It was a lot better than Marty, you didn’t hurt” her smile got larger.

She sat up, pulled off the night gown then dug through a pile of towels and folded one under her butt so the bed wouldn’t get messed up. While she was doing that I pulled the blanket off my waist and inspected my cock. It was still mostly stiff and had gobs of cum clinging around the head. Tina watched me finger myself then she took over. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and pumped it up and down while looking at it intently. The touch of her fingers started blood flowing again and she was rewarded with the feeling of it regaining strength. She looked back into my face “Let’s do it again.”

Tina fell back and opened her legs wide. We were both beginners, new to sex, so we didn’t know about petting or foreplay. I got up and over, slipped my cock back into her and started hammering her body with wild unskilled enthusiasm. She bounced under me, but we were out of sync and I kept slipping out. After stabbing the bed between her legs a few times I stopped slamming her. She looked up at me, a hint of frustration in her eyes. “It felt better the first time.” she said.

I didn’t say anything but I folded my elbows to my side, held her by the hips and rolled over, taking her with me. Tina ended up lying over me, her body resting on mine from legs to chest. Her tits were soft and warm on my skin, her stomach and thighs pleasantly pressing me into the bed. She widened her legs across my hips and let my cock rub on her crack. I reached over her butt then held it still while she shifted her body; my erection slid into her again. I stayed still while my sister set her own pace for getting fucked. She pushed up until she was half way sitting on my lap and rolled her hips, causing her sex to slip and slide on the shaft in her.