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MOUNTAIN CABIN TIME

My folks and my aunt and uncle decided they would all go to my uncle's cabin for the Easter weekend. Virginia, my sister, and I had to go with them. I really didn't want to go. I didn't like being around my uncle very much. He liked to tease me. But, I didn't have much choice in the matter, so I pretty much had to go.

Virginia and I had to sleep downstairs, me on a sleeping bag on the floor, her on the convertible sofa. Mom and Dad slept upstairs in one bedroom, and Uncle Jake and Aunt Charlotte slept in the other room.

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 Virginia 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 spring. I came out of the bathroom in my robe, and Virginia took her turn. My parents retired early, eyeing one another as they went up the stairs. Uncle Jake and Aunt Charlotte were already in bed, exhausted from the long drive.

I stood there, naked under my robe, rummaging through the suitcase, looking for some underwear, pajamas, or what-not. Virginia 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 bed clothes," I said, "and I think they're all upstairs, in Uncle Jake's room."

She glanced at me with a quick grimace. "That suitcase --- I put it upstairs in their room, for sure." 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? It looks like it's home for about three dozen spiders, a squirrel, and a couple of opossums."

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. But, I am going to freeze. I suppose that we can put some wood on the fire." She sighed, a long, heavy sigh. "Looks like we're really roughing it, and the folks are upstairs, cozy and warm."

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. It was cold in the sleeping bag. I was worried, concerned about how Virginia would feeze in the couch's slim fare.

"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 anything. 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. I had never slept with anyone naked. This was a thrill for me, and my heart was pounding in my chest like a jackhammer.

"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, Virginia."

I heard rustling. "Here, the score's even, then." She pressed against me again, and this time, I felt no robe. Her body was cold, and I could feel her tits press into my back.

"Oh God," I whispered. Then her arm went around me again, and this time, her hand searched out the head of 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. 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 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 cunt. 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. Her nails scatched the surface of my scrotum gently, sending thrills and chills though me that I had never known before.

"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 anyone else folks did. It wouldn't have been a great thing for them to find out that we had slept in my sleeping bag together.

During that time, most of the sex we had was out-of-doors, far away from Mom and Dad or anyone else. We found a private place and learned about oral sex with each other, and then we fucked, awkwardly at first, but we got better as our experience increased. Except at night, when we slipped into my sleeping bag and we had our sweet, innocent sex together.

That entire weekend, we had nothing but sex on our minds. Now that we're back home, we fuck as soon as our parents leave.

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