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Our Secret Picnic
by Dae Xantha (rondude@ix.netcom.com)
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Michelle pays the price for forgetting her brother's bag
with his pajamas on a weekend outing at the family
cabin. (mf-teens, 1st, inc, oral)
***
My folks had bought a cabin by a lake some miles away,
up in the mountains, and it was decided that we would
spend next weekend up there. There wasn't enough room, I
thought. Maybe my Michelle and Mom would sleep in the
bedroom upstairs, and Dad and I would sleep downstairs.
My sister Michelle and I had to sleep downstairs, me in
a sleeping bag on the floor, her on the convertible
sofa. Mom and Dad slept upstairs in the single bedroom
the cabin had.
We had arrived late in the evening, and there wasn't
much time to do anything but unpack a few items and have
dinner. Mom and Dad explained the sleeping arrangements,
and Michelle raised her eyebrows with that strange,
laughing smile she had.
I took a quick shower as Dad started a fire in fireplace
-- nights got cold in the mountains, even during the
summer. I came out of the bathroom in my robe, and
Michelle took her turn. My parents retired early, eyeing
one another as they went up the stairs. Someone was
going to get nooky tonight, I thought.
I was three years older than Michelle, my little sister.
She wasn't even in high school yet.
I stood there, naked under my robe, rummaging through
the suitcase, looking for some underwear, pajamas, or
what-not. Michelle came out of the small bathroom,
wearing a very short terry cloth robe.
"I thought you'd be in bed asleep by now," she said as
she walked toward the sofa.
"Can't find my pajamas," I said.
She glanced at me with a quick grimace. "That suitcase -
- I put it upstairs in your parents' room." She hung her
head, then looked at me. "Sorry, I didn't think."
I shrugged and smiled, raising my arms out to the side.
"No problem."
She looked at the sofa. "How do you get this thing to
fold out to a bed?"
I walked over and began removing cushions. After
unfolding the musty bed, I noticed that there were musty
sheets and one thin blanket on it. I went to the closet
to find the blankets. The closet was empty.
"The blankets are upstairs, in the closet in Mom and
Dad's room," I said.
"This is plenty," she said. "No need to wake them."
"It gets cold here at night," I said. "We're going to
have to, unless you want to freeze."
"I can wear some clothes, or this robe. No need to
disturb them. Besides, we have the fire."
I walked over and turned out the light. "Turn your
head," I said. She turned around, and I slipped out of
the robe and into the sleeping bag, my cock hardening
for some reason.
"Now you," she said. I turned, and heard the rustling of
her robe and a squeak as the springs of the bed groaned
in protest. She may have put on some other type of
clothes; I had no idea what she was wearing, if anythi
ng. I lay there, tired from the traveling we had done,
and slowly drifted off to a fitful sleep, my cock
bothering me.
I awoke. It was dark; the fire had gone out. There was
someone shaking me.
"I'm freezing," she said, and pulled at the edge of the
sleeping bag.
"I'll light a fire," I said.
"Just move over," was all she said, and I felt her cold
body slide in beside me.
Shocked, I moved over in the bag as far as I could. This
was too much, I thought. Naked, in bed with my sister!
To my utter surprise, she snuggled close beside me. She
was wearing her robe, and I was wearing not one damn
stitch. Her hand brushed my inner thigh, and I knew that
her wrist had briefly come into contact with my hard
cock. I turned over, my buttocks toward her. I could
feel her legs against mine.
My cock was rock-hard, a raging hard-on that I knew
wouldn't allow me to sleep. She huddled against me,
shivering, and I knew I couldn't throw her out of the
sleeping bag, either. She wrapped an arm around me,
squeezing her body close to mine, and I could feel her
hand brush my lower stomach. I shifted my position,
trying to move the hard head of my cock as far away from
her hand as possible.
"Am I bothering you?" she asked.
"It is kind of awkward, you know what I mean? I mean,
I'm not wearing a damn thing, Michelle."
I heard rustling. "Here, the score's even, then." She
pressed against me again, and this time, I felt no robe.
"Oh God," I whispered. Then her arm went around me
again, and this time, her hand searched out the head o f
my cock.
I took a deep breath as she wrapped her fingers around
my cock. "Nice," she said. She stroked it slowly, going
down to the base, her fingers coming into contact with
my balls.
"I never knew that a guy got his dick all hard and big
like that," she said. "Does that bother you?"
"No," I whispered.
She pressed her tits against me as I lay on my back. I
couldn't believe she was doing this. I moved my hand
over and felt of her tits. Her nipples were hard buttons
atop two mounds of soft, round, budding flesh. She
moaned softly as I caressed each nipple by rolling it
gently between my thumb and forefinger.
She increased the pressure on my cock, wrapping her
fingers around it tightly, stroking it faster and
faster.
I moved my hand down to the smooth skin of her flat
tummy, then down beyond her navel to the mound of soft
downy hair surrounding her wet pussy. There was only a
small tuft of hair at her pubes, and I could feel just a
few short hairs running up and down each lip. I ran my
fingers down each lip, then inserted my finger between
the lips and found her clitoris. I touched it very
gently, eliciting another moan of pleasure from her.
We lay there, stroking each other alternately fast and
slow. Then, we both found a good rhythm that we both
liked, and my ministrations were rewarded with a soul-
wracking orgasm as the muscles in her stomach tightened
and she grunted. She continued stroking me all the way
through her orgasm, never missing a stroke. She reached
over and cupped my balls with her other hand, and
stroked the sac of my scrotum gently.
"I can feel your balls rising up," she whispered.
Then I came, with her pointing my cock upward toward my
belly, where I came all over my stomach and chest
beneath the sleeping bag. I cleaned it up with my robe.
**
Early the next morning, we got up before my folks did.
It wouldn't have been a great thing for them to find out
that we had slept in my sleeping bag together.
We ran off, carrying a blanket and a small basket with
us. I told my folks that we were going to go an a little
impromptu picnic. We and found a small spot in the woods
where there was no one around. I spread the blanket out,
and Michelle lay on it and looked at me with a big
smile. She reached down and slowly pulled her shorts
down. Then, she sat up and tugged off her shirt,
followed by her small bra. Then, she pulled her panties
off.
I could feel my cock jerking and thrashing in my shorts.
I had my clothes off in no time, and Michelle's eyes
really lit up when she saw my hard cock pointing at the
sky.
"You got more hair than I do," she said.
I lay down beside her, and she grabbed my dick.
"You want to suck it?" I asked.
"No! That would taste awful."
"I'll do yours, though, if you'll just kiss mine a
little," I told her.
I moved my head down to her wet pussy. I stuck out my
tongue and moved it around her labia, and she came,
grabbing my cock and pulling it to her mouth. I felt her
wet lips kiss my dick, and then, I licked her faster an
d harder, and she came again. She was so excited, I
guess, that she opened her mouth and took my cock into
it, sucking on it.
I shot my load in her mouth, a soul-wrenching orgasm
with my cock buried deep in her mouth. She gagged and
spit it out, saying, "Yech."
It took us a while, but she got used to the idea. That
day, she sucked me again, and this time, she seemed to
like the taste of it, swallowing a truly heavy load of
cum at least twice. We had our little picnic, all rig
ht!
D.K., San Dimas, CA
Copyright 1997 Dae Xantha
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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