No doubt about it, my brother Josh was always Mom’s favorite. Not that it bothered me that much; I just always took it for granted that that’s how it was. She didn’t hate me, or anything like that; she just treated me different than him. From the beginning, he could always get whatever toys he wanted and anything he liked for dessert. Mom would criticize me and sing Josh’s praises, give me chores to do while he got to play, and then say things to me like, “Emily, why can’t you be more like your brother?”
It wasn’t that bad, really, not being her pet. Josh was always Mom’s little angel, which left me free to be a little bit of a devil sometimes. I was never afraid to be a bad girl. I’d argue with Mom when I had to, or say and do things I wasn’t supposed to. Mom never expected any more of me. In fact, a lot of the time she ignored me, and that was just fine. I learned to be independent and strong.
Josh’s problem was that he was basically a nice guy who didn’t mind being adored by Mom. In Mom’s mind, Josh was always her baby boy. She saw him through rose-colored glasses, and she indulged him. In return he felt obliged to be a good boy. He never did anything he wasn’t supposed to do, or at least never let her catch him at it.
Don’t get me wrong; I love Josh a lot. There’s always been a special bond between us that goes all the way back to our time sharing Mom’s womb. We’re twins, you see, and I’ve always been able to feel what he’s feeling and sometimes even to think what he’s thinking. In my own way, I feel protective of him too. He’s always been my little brother, even though he’s only nineteen minutes younger than me.
He was sickly as a child; I’ve even been told that as a baby, he almost died. I was always the healthy one, so naturally, Mom was less protective of me. But I think there’s even more to it than that, and I’ve always trusted my intuition about such things.
It seems to me that Josh filled a peculiar need in Mom for male energy after she separated from Dad. Nothing sexual was going on between them; it was more of a psychological thing. Mom was emotionally raw and confused when she broke up with Dad, which I can easily understand because so was I. He was screwing other women, though I didn’t know that at the time. I was just a child, and all I knew was that something deep, dark and hidden was going wrong between them; Daddy wanted something that he didn’t get from Mommy, and so he went away. Mom felt betrayed by Dad, and by extension by all men, and she never took up looking for a man to replace him as a husband or even boyfriend after the divorce. Instead, she glommed onto the only safe, compliant guy she knew who she could never imagine betraying her, her darling son.
By the time Josh was eighteen, the way Mom coddled and protected him was beginning to seem kind of weird. To make matters worse, although he wasn’t shy with Mom and me, Josh lacked self-confidence with girls. At eighteen I’m sure he was still a virgin.
From the time his voice changed, I would have loved to see Josh declare to Mom in a moment of rebellion, “I’m not your little boy any more. I’m a man;” but he never did, until his dick did it for him that time when we were eighteen and Mom took both of us camping.
That camping trip was all very spur-of-the-moment. Josh and I were getting old enough to leave home, and Mom had a sudden urge to share something special with us as a family before we did. We hadn’t been camping since we were kids and Dad was around. Mom almost couldn’t talk me into going. At eighteen, going camping with my family wasn’t on the top of my list of things to do, but nothing else was happening that weekend and I felt bored.
“I haven’t been camping since summer camp in seventh grade,” I told her. “I don’t even have a sleeping bag anymore.”
“Neither do I,” said Mom, “but we still have your Dad’s old tent, and a big air mattress with an electric pump, and plenty of bedding. The forecast is for warm nights, even up there, so I’m sure we’ll keep each other plenty warm.”
I had a funny feeling about that sleeping arrangement even then, but I didn’t say anything about it. I wasn’t concerned for myself, but I had a feeling it might be kind of weird for Josh. Mom was excited about it though. She thought it would be intimate and snug.
“We haven’t done anything special together as a family for a long time,” she told us. “We really ought to share the things we enjoy together now, while we still can. We all like the outdoors. It’s something we have in common, but somehow we’ve never taken the time to go camping. I sometimes feel like there are so many things I don’t know about you anymore. This trip will give us a chance to have fun together and get to know each other again.”
Mom got off work early on Friday so we could get an early start. We packed our gear into the car and headed out. Josh rode shotgun in the front with Mom, leaving me the whole back seat to relax in. Knowing we’d reach the campground late, we stopped along the way at a cafe for dinner. By the time we arrived at the campsite, the sun was already going down.
The campground was pretty isolated, up in the foothills, crowded with trees. We turned off a dirt road onto an even dirtier and ruttier road that led to the camp. A hundred yards or more before we reached it, we passed an outhouse.
“I remember this place now,” said Josh. “We were here when I was a kid. It didn’t have proper toilets, just that thing.”
I remembered it too. I had a vivid memory of the outhouse. “I hope it smells better that the last time we were here,” I said.
Three tents were already erected in the clearing. A few people wandered around or sat beside fires, cooking and eating. There were at least a half a dozen children playing noisily. Mom chose a spot as far away from the others and as private as we could find. She made us help her pitch the tent, and then we brought in everything we needed for the night. Josh eyed our bedding as the pump inflating our mattress whirred. The mattress was about queen size, taking up almost the whole floor of our little tent. One side and the head were practically touching the wall, and the little bit of space left at the foot was full of our stuff. Mom had brought one set of bedding that would cover us all.
“Is that really where we’re sleeping?” Josh asked. “All together?”
“Sure honey,” Mom said. “Didn’t I tell you? A family bed. Historically, most families slept together like this. Don’t worry. We’ll be quite cozy. It will be great to be a bit intimate with each other for a change. “
By then, the sun was already behind the hill, and Mom was anxious for us to all get a chance to pee before it got any darker. We went all together to the outhouse, Mom shining a flashlight in front of us, though it was really still light enough to see the way without it. The outhouse was even worse than I remembered, all smelly and riddled with flies, and when you waited your turn outside you could hear, right through the door, pee and anything else splashing down into the noxious pit below.
“It’s a long way to go to that place in the dark,” Mom told us as we walked back to our tent. “If either of you need to go in the night, maybe you’d better stay in the clearing. And I don’t want you going into the bushes either. You might trip over something you can’t see, or there might be poison ivy, or ticks, or snakes, or bears.”
“But Mom,” Josh said, “it’s against the rules to pee in the camp.”
“I don’t care about rules when your safety’s at stake,” Mom said. “It’s only pee.”
We hadn’t had time to build a fire, so with it getting dark and nothing else to do, we all got into the tent and switched on our battery-powered lantern. Mom tried to read, and Josh and I tried to find something to talk about that we didn’t mind Mom hearing, but soon enough we all got tired of that and decided it was time to sleep.
At home we all had our own rooms, so it was strange getting undressed together in such a tiny space. I tried to turn my back to the others while I took off my bra and put on my sleep-shirt, but they probably both saw my tits anyway, we were all so close. What came as a surprise to me was that I really didn’t care. It didn’t seem like a big deal at all if my family saw my boobs.
I pulled off my shorts, leaving on my panties, and I was ready for bed. Mom meanwhile stripped down to her bra and panties and put on a short, plain nightgown. Josh took off everything but his boxer shorts. He got into bed first, and Mom made him scoot to the far side to make room for us. I got into the middle, and Mom lay down at the outer edge.
“Everybody ready for lights out? “Mom asked brightly before she switched off the lamp.
The night was warm, verging on hot, and right away I began to resent having to wear a t-shirt. Guys are lucky; Josh only had to wear his boxers. I pushed my share of the covers down to my waist, and the others must have been hot as well because they followed suit and pushed theirs down too. I was drowsy, and I would have gone to sleep immediately if Josh hadn’t been so restless. I could feel the covers moving every time he fidgeted, turned or moved his legs.
“Try to go to sleep, honey,” Mom said to him. “You’re keeping us all awake.”
“I’m trying to,” Josh said. “I just can’t.”
In a flash of intuition, like I get sometimes, I knew what the problem was. “He needs to jack off, Mom,” I impulsively said. I’d never learned to keep my big mouth shut. Josh gave me a swift kick.
I’d never really thought about Josh jacking off before. I guess part of me had always believed it when Mom said he was an angel. But in that flash of intuition I realized that my brother was just an ordinary, horny young guy.
“Don’t be coarse, Emily,” Mom said. “He’s just excited about being out in nature. Aren’t you, Josh?”
But it must have set Mom wondering, for a minute later she lifted up the blankets and looked across me to where Josh lay. Josh and I both complained at the same time.
“What’s going on?” Josh asked anxiously.
“What are you doing, Mom?” I exclaimed.
“Keep out of this, Emily”, Mom said. “It’s not your concern.”
It was dark under the covers, so Mom leaned over me until her face was almost touching Josh’s crotch. “Mom!” Josh exclaimed as her face approached him.
Mom sighed. “Oh my god,” she said in disbelief. “Honey, do you have an erection?”
“I’m sorry Mom,” Josh replied remorsefully. “I’m trying to go to sleep. It’s just that usually I can take care of that before I do. I haven’t had a chance to do it all day.”
“Well, why didn’t you think of that earlier, when we went out to pee?” Mom asked him.
“I never think of it beforehand. It just happens,” he replied despairingly. “Besides, I couldn’t have done it there. That place is disgusting, and people who are waiting can hear right through the door. Am I in trouble Mom?”
“Of course not, darling,” she told him. “What’s happening is only natural. I’m just a bit shocked to see it, is all. Maybe you should go outside and relieve yourself. You know what I’m talking about, don’t you, dear?”
“Mom!” I protested. “You can’t really mean to make him do it outside.”
“Keep your voice down!” whispered Mom. “The walls are just cloth, you know. Go ahead, sweetie. Find a place where no one can see you. You can do it.”
“Mom!” I protested. “There’s so many other people. He might get caught.”
“I’m not talking to you, young lady,” Mom told me, then asked, “What would you suggest, anyway? You felt how fidgety he is. None of us can sleep.”
“So why can’t he just do it here?” I asked.
“Emily!” exclaimed Mom. “Really! You can’t be serious!”
But I was. No matter how outrageous my idea sounded, even to me, it was better than him doing it outside and getting caught by strangers. We were family, after all. “It’s just masturbation, Mom,” I told her. “It’s not a big deal. We should let him do it in here where he’s safe.”
Mom sighed again. “What an idea! But I suppose you’re right. We can’t risk him getting caught by the others.”
“To say nothing of the bears,” I added, but Mom was in no mood for humor. She rolled out of bed and turned on the light and started rummaging through her belongings.
“Now, Joshua,” Mom said as she searched, “Emily and I are going to go and wait outside so you can relieve yourself. OK?”
“Mom!” Josh exclaimed in shock.
“There’s no need to feel ashamed,” she told him. “Mommy understands how it is for boys. We’ll leave you alone to do what you need to do.”
“Really?” Josh asked, skeptically. “Mom, is it really OK?”
“Of course it is, baby,” Mom told him. “Just this one time. Otherwise, none of us will ever get to sleep. There they are.” She pulled out a box of tissues from one of her bags and handed it to me. “Give this to your brother,” she told me.
“Why do we need to go out?” I complained. “Can’t we just close our eyes?”
“Of course not,” Mom said, and she turned off the light. “Joshua, don’t you dare get anything on the sheets. Use the tissues and do try to keep quiet. Come on, Emily, let’s go. Let’s give your brother his privacy.”
I followed Mom out of the tent. “Close it up behind you, will you?” she told me.
I zipped the mosquito screen closed and untied the flaps so that they fell down across the opening of the door. We went around to the side of the tent and stood together for a while in awkward silence.
“How are we going to know when we can go back in?” I asked her.
Mom was taken aback. “Oh,” she murmured, “I hadn’t thought that through.”
There was a shadowy motion at the tent across from us. A man emerged from it, followed by a little boy. Surprised by our presence, he turned on his flashlight and pointed its beam our way.
“Is everything OK?” he asked, grabbing the boy by the hand.
“We’re fine,” said Mom. “Just taking some air.”
“It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it?” he said, as he slowly approached us.
He must have been about thirty. He was tall and thin, with scruffy light-brown hair and soulful eyes. I’d noticed him checking me out after we’d arrived, when he thought his wife wasn’t looking. I thought he was kind of cute for an older guy. Even with his light shining toward us, I could make out his smile, and I felt sure it was meant for me. I also felt sure that his approaching us was just an excuse for shining his light on my legs. He had a great view of them: my sleep shirt barely covered my panties. I smiled back at him and pretended to adjust my hair. When I raised my hand to my head, my shirt lifted up even more.
“Could you turn off the light,” Mom snapped. “It’s getting in our eyes.”
“Sorry” said the man, switching off the flashlight and stopping a few feet away.
The boy struggled to pull his father away. “I need to go!” he whispered.
The man seemed reluctant to leave. “I guess I’d better get him down there,” he said, regretfully. “Goodnight.” With another smile, he turned and led the boy away. He switched his flashlight back on, and we watched him and the boy make their way toward the outhouse.
“Can you believe that guy,” Mom said in a hushed tone, when she thought he was out of earshot, “shining his flashlight on us when we’re dressed in our night clothes? Some men have just no manners at all.”
I brushed away a mosquito I heard buzzing in my ear. Mom slapped her arm.
“Maybe one of us should go in and look for the mosquito repellent,” I said.
“We need to leave him alone,” whispered Mom.
“He may even be finished, and we just don’t know it,” I whispered back. “We’d better check.” Without another word, I darted around to the back of the tent.
“Emily, no,” Mom whispered after me, but I wasn’t about to stop. I stood on tiptoe and peered in through the little triangle shaped window that was open in the back. My eyes were adjusted enough to the darkness that I could see Josh lying on his back. He’d taken his underwear right off, and I saw the shadowy motion of his hand sliding up and down his penis. It seemed pretty big, so much so that it was suddenly hard to think of him as my little brother anymore.
Mom had come behind me and pulled me away from the window by the arm. “Emily, no,” she repeated.
“He’s not finished yet,” I whispered back to her.
“You mean you saw him?” she asked in quiet alarm. “You saw your brother doing it?”
“It’s no big deal,” I told her. “I masturbate all the time. Don’t you?” I could hardly believe I’d blurted that out, even if was only a whisper. Sure, I could be outspoken at times. I’d even bragged to Mom when I lost my virginity, though, no surprise, it had started a big fight with her that ended in me being grounded. But I’d never hinted to her, or to anyone, that I masturbated before, though I’d been doing it since I was thirteen.
Mom was flustered. Though it was too dark to tell for sure, I think she even flushed. “What a question,” she said. “I’m not going to answer that.”
I took her reaction as an admission of guilt and slapped at a mosquito on my thigh.
“I should have realized something like this could happen,” Mom mused. “I should know how boys Josh’s age are. Do you think that makes me a bad mom? Not knowing this would come up, and then, when it did, insisting he do it?”
“I think you’re a great mom for insisting he do it,” I told her. “It’s obvious he needs to. But we definitely should have stayed inside and just turned around and closed our eyes. These mosquitos are eating me alive.”
“We’re a family, Emily,” said Mom. “Sometimes we have to make sacrifices for each other. But I do hope he finishes soon. They’re eating me too. I wonder how he’s doing.”
Mom surprised me after she said that by going to the little triangular window and peeking inside. Satisfied with what she saw, she took a step away. “Are you done yet, darling?” she whispered into the tent.
“Yeah,” came Josh’s muffled reply.
“Make yourself decent then, darling,” Mom whispered back. “Your sister and I are coming in.”
Josh had covered himself with the sheet up to his waist and was lying on his side facing us when we entered the tent. Beside him on the bed was his discarded underwear and a little, crumpled pile of tissues.
“Is that better now, darling?” Mom sang out buoyantly to Josh.
“Uh-huh,” he answered faintly.
“Good,” she told him. “Now let’s see if we can all get some sleep.” Mom picked up the used tissues gingerly and deposited them in a bag she had for garbage at the side of the bed.
“Mom?” Josh asked, quietly.
“Yes, dear,” she answered.
“How did you know I was finished?” he asked. “Were you spying on me through the window?”
“There are mosquitoes out there, darling,” Mom said. “We just wanted to see if you were ready for us to come back in.”
“We?” Josh asked, surprised. He looked at me accusingly. “Were you spying too?”
“Just for a second,” I answered guiltily.
“Oh,” he said, and for a moment, no one knew what to say. Josh seemed to be taking it all in. “You aren’t mad at me, are you, Mom?” he finally asked.
“Of course, I’m not mad at you, darling,” she answered. “You did just what I asked you to do. But now that that’s done, let’s all try to get some sleep.”
By the time Mom and I were settled back into bed, Josh was already fading. Mom leaned over me to give him a goodnight kiss. A few minutes later, he was breathing like he’d fallen sound asleep. I must have dozed off myself very soon after.
I woke up later that night, probably because both Josh and Mom, though still asleep, were so restless. Stuck in the middle like I was, every move either of them made disturbed me. The moon had come out, and everything in the tent was much brighter. I couldn’t help noticing how good Mom looked for someone who had two grown teenage children. Her breasts filled the top of her nightie and her hips, under the bedding, rose up in a voluptuous mound.
Josh’s hand brushed against me as he made an unintelligible sound and turned in his sleep. I got a shock when I turned to look at him. The sheet had slipped down the bed to his knees, and he was completely nude and hard again. As I watched him, he mumbled that same garbled sound again. This time though, I realized he was mumbling my name. Then to my amazement, I saw a twitch. I thought I must have imagined it at first, but after a few seconds it happened again. His cock, which was standing up and pointing straight at me, its little hole facing me like an open eye, jerked up on its own and fell back toward the bed. After it did this a couple more times, Josh called out my name again, and then called for Mom.
It woke her up. “What’s going on,” she said blearily. “Is Josh all right?”
“He’s got a boner again, Mom. I think he’s having a wet dream.”
“Why? Did he ejaculate?”
“No, but I think he’s going to. I’m afraid he’s going to shoot it on my shirt.”
Mom lifted herself up on her elbow and looked past me at Josh. For a moment we weren’t mother and daughter, just two curious girls, enthralled, watching something we liked. Josh’s cock twitched again. Mom quietly gasped.
“Do you think he’s dreaming about us?” I asked her.
Mom snapped out of whatever spell she’d been in. “Josh! Wake up! Joshua!” she called to him in whispered exclamation. She reached across me and shook him by the shoulder.
“What?” he mumbled, starting to wake up.
“You were having a dream,” explained Mom. “You’re going to have to do it again.”
“Do what?” he asked her in confusion.
“You know what,” Mom said. “Play with yourself.”
“Oh,” he said, and suddenly he realized he had a hardon. His hand moved to cover it. “Oh my god, Mom, I’m sorry,” he said.
“Don’t be sorry, just do something about it,” said Mom.
Josh reached down the bed for the sheet and pulled it up to his belly to cover himself as Mom turned to the side of the bed for the box of tissues. She pulled out four and handed them to me.
“I guess this should be enough,” she said. “Hand them to your brother. I’ll go close the door.”
“Do we need to have it closed, Mom?” I asked. “It’ll get so hot without the breeze coming though.”
She was already out of the bed, set on closing it. “Someone might see in if we leave it open,” she said.
“Aren’t you going outside?” Josh asked her.
“Honestly, honey, I’d rather not,” said Mom. “Do think you can manage with us here this time? There’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know. We are all adults, and we’re all family. We won’t look. Just tell us when you’re done.”
“I’ve just never done it with anyone in the room,” said Josh.
“Just pretend we’re not here,” Mom told him, “and we’ll look the other way and pretend you’re just sleeping.”
“OK,” Josh said, and without any more argument, he shoved both his hands under the sheet.
“Turn around, Emily, we don’t need to see this,” Mom snapped, surprised by Josh’s sudden action. We both turned onto our sides facing away from him.
Before long, I felt the covers moving slightly to the rhythm of his hand as he started jacking off, and heard a boom, boom, boom like a drum every time his hand hit the sheet.
“For god’s sake, Josh,” Mom said, “take off those covers.”
I felt the blankets shift down off of me as well as off Josh as he uncovered himself. It felt good, because with the door closed, the tent was already growing stuffy and hot. It was amazing how quiet everything was. All I could hear was the chirping of the insects outside, the slow soft rhythm of Josh’s sighs as he exhaled and the gentle swish of his hand as he tugged his dick.
I was fascinated by that sound. Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I turned my head to look over my shoulder. Josh, on his back, open-mouthed and breathing hard, was looking at me and Mom, checking out our backs, our arms, our hips. “Emily, what are you doing?” Mom scolded.
“He’s looking at us, Mom,” I told her.
Mom looked over her shoulder. Josh ducked down, but not before she saw him. “If that’s what he needs to do, let him,” Mom told me, then told Josh, “Honey, it’s OK if you look at us, just hurry up.”
I knew it was weird, being turned on by my brother, but I was. When I was sure Mom was settled and looking the other way, I turned my face back over my shoulder, lifting my finger to my lips to signal Josh to keep quiet. He didn’t stop, or even slow down, and I detected a brightening of his eyes and the trace of a smile. I wanted to give him something back and be a part of what he was doing, so I lifted my shirt up and turned to show him my tits. I slipped my other hand under the covers and into my panties to find my pussy.
“How’s it going, darling?” Mom asked Josh, trying to sound pleasant but obviously impatient. “Are you nearly done?”
“Yes, Mom,” Josh rasped in reply.
I already knew from his breathing and the way he’d speeded up his movement that Josh was close to cumming, and it wasn’t long before, with a grunt, Josh spurted semen all over himself. “Are you finished, darling?” Mom asked when his groans died down. Before she could turn around, I whipped my hand out of my panties and hastily pulled down my shirt.
Mom didn’t tell me to look away as Josh cleaned himself up, even though his cock was still showing. I think she was just too shocked by the sight. He wiped up his cum from his stomach and chest, and finally from his cock, which was shrinking very slowly but was still almost as big as when he was jacking off. Josh passed me the dirty tissues, and I took them and handed them on to Mom. Some of the sticky stuff got on my fingers, but I didn’t care. It was still warm. I sniffed at its musky odor when Mom wasn’t looking. It somehow reminded me of being at a swimming pool. I rubbed my fingers together to make it dry.
“I hope this is really the end of it now,” said Mom, “It’s been such a crazy night.
In the morning, I was half awake when Mom got up. Thinking Josh and I were both asleep, she took off her nightgown and changed her underwear before putting on the rest of her clothes. I watched through slit eyes, then closed them tight when she crouched beside the bed to shake me awake. “Emily, get your clothes on before your brother wakes up and come and help me with the fire.” When she knew I was awake, she went outside.
I knew there’d be hell to pay if I didn’t help her, but before I dragged myself out of bed, I couldn’t resist lifting the covers. There lay my sweet little brother, all pink and rosy and vulnerable, with his incipient muscles, knobby knees and ribs that stuck out of his slightly hairy chest, lying on his side with another hardon. I could scarcely believe he had one again, and that it hadn’t just been my imagination last night when I’d thought it was big. I stared at him a while, watching his soft breathing and his cock in fascination, until Josh stirred in his sleep and I got scared and let the cover go.
We were going for a swim later, so I put on my bikini instead of underwear under my shirt and shorts. Before I went out to help Mom make breakfast, I thoughtfully put the box of tissues on the bed where Josh could easily reach it.
Mom and I tried to act like nothing unusual had happened during the night. Once the fire was going and we’d got started making bacon and eggs, toast and instant coffee, Mom sent me to get Josh up. He’d turned over with his back to the door, still asleep, but since I’d left, he’d used the tissues. A pile of soggy, crumbled ones was lying on the bed by his side.
“Wake up,” I called to him. “Rise and shine.” When he was reluctant, I pulled all his covers off him with one quick yank.
“Hey!” he exclaimed, trying to grab them back.
“Time to get up, sleepyhead,” I laughed, pulling the covers away so he had to chase them. By the time he reached them he was sitting up. He covered himself haphazardly with the sheet.
“Get dressed,” I told him. “We’ve already made breakfast.” As I got to the door, I added teasingly, “I see you found the tissues I left you OK.”
After breakfast, we went for a walk, then came back to the camp to relax. As the morning went on, it started getting hot, and I took off my shirt.
“I hope you’re putting sunscreen on, Emily, if you’re going to be dressed like that,” said Mom. She was sitting in a folding chair wearing a big floppy hat and reading a book.
“Yes, Mom, of course,” I told her. “You don’t have to nag.”
It was just like her to tell me to do things I was already going to do. I found my sunscreen and spread it all over myself, everywhere I could reach. “Can you do my back?” I asked Mom.
“Why don’t you let your brother do it?” she said, barely lifting her eyes from her reading. “Josh, be a dear and put some sun lotion on your sister’s back for her.”
I handed the sunscreen to Josh and lay face down on a blanket. He squeezed some onto his hands and smeared it on my back and shoulders. “Do my neck for me too, won’t you?” I said to him, moving my hair out of the way. Josh spread it around, moving his hands up my neck, then down along my spine. His hands fumbled awkwardly when he reached the band of my top. I reached back to unfasten the clasp for him, then pulled the straps off my shoulders. “This will make it easier,” I said.
The fabric fell away, falling right to the ground. Josh took advantage of its absence and started making long, circular strokes over my entire back. It felt really good, and before I could stop myself, I let out a barely perceptible moan, which made me start worrying about drawing Mom’s attention to my unclasped top and the pleasure I was trying to hide. Even so, when Josh’s hands reached around my sides and found the beginnings of my breasts, I giggled.
“I don’t need sunscreen there,” I told him. “I can reach those on my own.” Josh returned his hands to my back and started working his way down.
“Why don’t you loosen your shorts, Becky, so Josh can do all your back?” Mom called from her chair, still seemingly engrossed in her book. Obediently, I lifted my hips, unfastened my shorts and tugged them a few inches down. Josh smeared lotion all around my dimples and right to the edge of my bikini bottom.
“Be sure to do Josh’s back for him if he takes off his shirt,” Mom called out to me. “And be sure, after you’ve been in the water, to reapply.”
After lunch, we all hiked to the creek that ran about twenty minutes’ walk from our campground. It was deep enough in some places to swim; in other places it was just a rush of water splashing over rocks. Once we’d hiked farther upstream and found a swimming hole that wasn’t crowded with other campers, I stripped to my bikini and went right in. Josh came behind me in his trunks, followed by Mom. She was wearing a one-piece, even though I’m sure she would have looked great in a two-piece with her full, curvy figure.
At home, I never saw Josh without all his clothes on, so it was fascinating seeing him shirtless in the light of day. He was skinny, but not in the same way as when he was just a scrawny kid. There was a grown-up, masculine, sinewy strength to his body now. His stomach was tight and there was a little patch of hair on the center of his chest. A more pronounced line of dark-brown fuzz ran from just below his belly button and disappeared under his trunks, which were so baggy that they hid all trace of the impressive dick I now knew he had.
We spent hours swimming or just cooling off in the water, then lying on the bank and warming up again. From time to time we would take turns reapplying sunscreen on each other’s backs, Josh spreading it over Mom’s back or mine, Mom or me rubbing it over his prominent shoulder blades and ribs. As the sun began to get low, Mom declared it was time to get back to camp; she wanted to start the fire and make dinner soon, before it got dark and the mosquitoes came out.
“Can’t I stay a little bit longer?” Josh asked.
“I don’t want you staying here on your own,” Mom replied.
“Maybe Emi can stay here with me. Just half an hour?”
Mom relented, like she usually did when Josh wanted something, even though it meant she would have to get the fire started on her own. Josh and I went for another dip and dried out on the shore before getting our things together to go. We both left our swimsuits on and put on just our shirts, socks and shoes. Since my bikini bottoms were still damp, I stuffed my shorts into my knapsack before we started back.
When we’d gotten half way to camp, my curiosity got the best of me, and I mischievously asked Josh, “Are you like that every night?”
“Like what?” he asked.
“So horny,” I answered. “You couldn’t keep from doing it three times.”
Josh looked surprised that I’d asked him that out of the blue. His face slightly reddened, but he thought it over. “Sometimes it’s just like that,” he answered after we’d walked a while.
“I guess you must think I’m hot,” I teased him. “Or Mom.”
“No,” he scoffed, reddening even more.
“You called out to us when you were dreaming, you know.”
He seemed really embarrassed. We took a few steps in silence before he told me, “Three times isn’t so much. Sometimes I need to do it more.”
I thought he was just bragging. “Liar,” I challenged him. “I bet you couldn’t even do it again now.”
“Sure I could,” he replied, as if he’d been offended.
“Well, why don’t you then?” I taunted him. “I dare you.”
“What? Here?” he asked.
“Why not? We could go into the bushes. There’s no one around.”
“I don’t think so,” said Josh.
“See?” I said, dismissively. “I knew you were lying.”
“No, I’m not,” he said.
“Chicken!” I exclaimed.
Josh stopped in his tracks and looked all around, sussing out the territory. “OK,” he said. “Come on.” He took my hand and led me up an embankment to a place almost completely hidden from the trail. We stopped in a small clearing and he started taking off his shirt.
“What are you doing?” I said, suddenly worried about how easily someone could catch us. “You don’t have to take all your clothes off. If somebody comes it will be easier if you just take your thingy out.”
Josh hunched down to take off his shoes and socks.
“I like to be naked when I do it,” he said, firmly. I’d never heard him speak so assertively before. “I always sleep naked at home.”
“Really? I imagined you wore your underwear like most guys. Does Mom know?”
“What? That I sleep in the nude or that I jack off every night?”
“Both.”
“Of course not,” Josh said. “Do you really think I’d tell her any of that?”
He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his trunks. “Well?” he challenged me. “Is it still a dare?”
As soon as I nodded my head, he pulled his swimsuit down. His semi-rigid cock sprang out and bounced in the air. My eyes widened and my hand snapped up to cover my mouth.
Josh bent over to pull his suit past his feet, then stood up to face me and grabbed his dick. He jerked himself slowly, tentatively, gazing into my eyes. I stood right in front of him, staring intently at his beautiful cock, occasionally giggling and glancing up at his face. Otherwise it was silent except for the sound of his hand grazing his skin and the sporadic chatter of birds.
It was amazing watching him like that, and not just because he looked so sexy and it got me so turned on. It was more than that. I was struck by how beautiful and special it all was: the earth at my feet; the trees all around; their ceaseless determination to grow into the sky; and Josh standing before me, naked and erect, as much a part of it all as the birds and trees, straining to let loose his seed, just as our daddy and all the daddies before him must have done countless times. I had all these big thoughts running through my head, and at the same time I could feel how horny it was all making me and how hot and squishy my pussy was. And I couldn’t stop thinking how magnificently naughty it was to love watching my brother jerk off as much as I did.
Josh’s strokes quickened, his mouth gaped open, his eyes squinted shut as he surrendered to what seemed like an explosion of orgasmic pleasure. Strands of cum shot out of his cock in wave after wave, breaking my reverie. I’d forgotten to step out of the way.
“You’ve gotten it all over my shirt,” I moaned in complaint. I tried to wipe it off with my hand, but there was just too much. Some of it had already soaked in, and now it was all over my fingers as well. Josh pulled his towel out of his knapsack and handed it to me. I wiped my hands on it first, then tried using it on my shirt.
“It won’t all come out,” I said unhappily, before pulling my shirt off over my head. “What will Mom say?” I knelt and rubbed the wet spots on my shirt against the earth.
“Look what you’ve done,” I moaned. “I can’t get it all out.” I looked up at Josh accusingly, but he only seemed interested in my tits. Leaning over like I was, they hung down and strained against my top. I was too upset about the state of my shirt to care.
“With any luck,” I told him, “Mom won’t notice your cum through all the dirt.”
Josh’s cock was still in his hand, drooping and dribbling. I started feeling embarrassed and worried about getting caught.
“I guess we’d better get dressed and get back to camp,” I said. “Mom must be wondering what’s taking us so long.”
Of course, she noticed my shirt right away. “How did you manage to get so dirty?” she complained. “Your brother managed to keep clean. Go and put something clean on right away.” Inside the tent, I bundled up my shirt with my dirty underwear, hoping Mom wouldn’t inspect it closer before I could sneak it into the laundry at home. I took off my bikini and changed into clean panties, a fresh t-shirt and shorts.
We had dinner as the sun was going down. When it was getting time for bed, I was the first one into the tent. Remembering how hot I’d been the previous night, I took off my shirt, and after a moment of indecision, took off my panties too. I got into bed and claimed the side closest to the tent wall, determined not to be stuck in the middle again.
Mom and Josh came into the tent a few minutes later. I watched as they both stripped down to their underwear, and Mom put on her nightie.
“Aren’t you going to let Josh have his place?” Mom asked me.
“It’s not his place,” I said. “I got here first.”
“It’s all right, Mom,” Josh said. “I don’t mind sleeping in the middle.”
Josh lifted up the covers to get into the bed beside me. The covers rose above me, exposing my tits.
“Emily, what are you wearing?” asked Mom.
“Nothing,” I replied.
“Nothing?” Mom repeated. “Are you at least wearing panties?”
“No, Mom,” I said. “Nothing at all.”
“Maybe you should put some clothes on,” Mom said.
“Why?” I asked. “It’s hot. Besides, Josh sleeps naked all the time.”
“Hey!” Josh protested.
“He was naked last night,” I continued. “I don’t see why I have to wear clothes when he doesn’t.”
“What am I going to do with you?” Mom said in consternation, before turning her attention to Josh. “If you need to take care of anything tonight, honey, we might as well get it over with now. Do you think you need to?”
Josh looked very embarrassed as he admitted, “Yeah, Mom, I guess I do.”
“It’s all right, honey,” said Mom. “It’s not like we haven’t been through this before. We need what we need.” She went to close the flaps, and I helped Josh fold the covers down. Josh and I sat up together so we could fold them down to our knees. Once I was uncovered, Josh stopped to look at me.
“I didn’t know you shaved, Sis,” he said, staring at the little triangle I’d left of my bush and, below it, the hairless lips of my pussy.
“Of course I do, silly,” I teased him. “It’s bikini season.”
“I’ve never seen a real one before,” Josh confessed. He was so sweet in admitting it, so unguarded and innocent, that I felt like opening my legs right then and showing him more.
“Joshua, stop looking at your sister,” Mom snapped before I had a chance. “Here, take these,” she added, handing him a handful of tissues. “Now don’t you dare get any on the sheets, or on me.”
Josh lifted his hips to get his boxers off and lowered them down his legs and off his feet. His cock was half-hard, long but still a bit floppy. He lay himself down on his back, took his cock in his hand and gave it a few gentle tugs.
“Turn around, Emi,” said Mom, though not as resolutely as on the previous night. “We really shouldn’t be watching this at all.”
I rolled over onto my side and faced the wall. Behind me, I could hear the gentle rasp of Josh’s hand sliding over his cock and feel the subtle tremor of the mattress caused by the motion of his arm. I imagined his dick was big and hard by now and pictured how it had looked when he’d jacked off for me earlier that day. Yielding to temptation, I reached down to find my pussy, lifting my upper leg to give my fingers clearer access. I traced the ridges of my inner lips, lightly, teasingly, until I felt echoes of the tingling heat of my cunt all the way to my feet and my face. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to roll over onto my other side.
Josh turned his head and looked into my eyes, his face overcome by sexual pleasure and desire. Below, his hand was busily working at his rock-hard dick, and his hips were very gently rocking up and down. As I placed my thumb on my clit and sank my middle finger into my hole, I couldn’t hold back a quiet moan.
“Emily, what are you doing?” Mom’s voice shot out. “Are you masturbating too?”
“Mom,” I whispered hoarsely, “I’m sorry. I can’t help myself.”
“Stop that right now,” she said. “This is about Josh, not you.”
“How come he gets to do it and I don’t? I’m horny too.”
I braced myself for an argument, but all Mom said was, “Well then, hurry up and finish, both of you. I need to get some sleep.”
I raised one knee and set my sole on the bed to open myself up fully. My fingers glided along the furrows of my warm, slippery pussy while my other hand explored my breasts, softly kneading their soft contours, flicking my fingers across my hard, swollen nipples. I wanted to moan loud, but knew we mustn’t wake the other campers, so I channeled all that need to express into vigorous, rhythmic panting and shudders instead.
Josh’s arm was moving fast beside me as he pulled and twisted his cock, while his other hand cupped his balls. He was staring down the bed, toward my tits, toward my pussy. “Fuck it,” he whispered to me, “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum!”
“Joshua! Watch your language!” came Mom’s voice from the other side.
I looked down from his face just in time to see the first of it spurting out. His hand pumping his dick slowed to match his pulsing ejaculation as three or four more wads came surging out.
“Fuck it,” I whispered to my brother, hoping that Mom couldn’t hear. “I’m cumming too.”
My orgasm took utter control of me, crashing through my body, arching my back, throwing my head back, raising my hips off the bed. It was all I could do not to scream. When the paroxysm was done, I lay there trembling, abandoned in post-orgasmic pleasure.
“Thank god you two are finally finished,” said Mom.
Neither Josh nor I could move. Eventually, I felt Mom get up on her knees and look down on us, as we lay naked and spent. “Let’s at least get you cleaned and covered up,” Mom said to Josh, as she started using tissue to wipe up the mess. She wiped him tenderly, as if he were still her baby. When she was done, she moved down to retrieve the covers, which we’d kicked below our feet. She untangled them and brought them up to tuck us in. She gave Josh a kiss on the forehead and, in what seemed an afterthought, one to me as well.
I fell asleep soon after but woke again in the middle of the night. I heard a noise that was indistinct and indecipherable as I emerged from sleep, until I realized it was Mom whimpering. At first, I thought she was crying, but when I peered over Josh’s sleeping form, I saw that she’d taken off her nightgown and was lying in just her underwear, and that her hand was pressed against her panties, her middle finger making circles over her clit. As soon as she noticed me watching, she jerked her hand away.
“Emily,” she said, self-consciously, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“That’s OK, Mom,” I told her. “You don’t have to stop.”
“I really wanted this trip to bring us closer together as a family,” Mom said, a little sadly. “I had no idea it was going to turn out like this.”
“It’s been good for us all, Mom,” I assured her. “It’s brought us so close. I can tell you, Josh and I are always going to remember this trip as something very special.”
“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” she continued, as if she hadn’t heard what I’d said. “Now I’m not so sure. I didn’t know sharing a bed would cause such a fuss. I’m ashamed I ever let this all happen.”
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Mom. It’s been really good.”
“I know I should be angry at both of you, but I just can’t be. You’re really both so beautiful. Not just your bodies, but your freedom and the way you’ve opened up. It’s such a long time since I’ve been able to be wild and free like you. It’s such a long time since I’ve even had sex!”
“Mom!” I moaned, before realizing how ridiculous it was for me to be embarrassed by her saying that after everything we’d done.
“I’m so ashamed how much it’s aroused me, watching you two doing what you’ve been doing,” she went on, “and worse than that, I’ve wanted to join in. It’s true. I’ve had dirty thoughts about what I’ve wanted to do ever since last night. I can’t even stop thinking about my own son touching himself, and now you’ve caught me doing it too. It feels so sordid, but you two have got me so worked up, how else am I supposed to sleep?”
“It’s OK, Mom,” I told her. “Really. We’ve both been doing it. Why not you?”
“I don’t know if I can do it with you watching,” she said.
“I’ll do it with you, if you like.”
Mom smiled shyly. “Yes, honey, I think I’d like that,” she said. “But we might wake Josh.”
“If we wake him, we wake him,” I said. I raised my hand to my lips and covered my fingers with a dollop of spit, then reached with it for my pussy.
“I’d like to take this off,” Mom said, raising herself to unhitch her bra. She threw it aside. Her breasts were big with large areolas. They were full and soft, not firm like mine. Without support, they drifted from their weight a little to the sides. Without saying any more, Mom raised a hand to her nipple and slid the other one under the elastic of her panties.
Supporting myself on one arm so I could still see Mom, I spread my legs, leaving one on the bed and the other raised so my knee touched the tent’s wall. My middle and ring finger made slow, gliding circles across the delicate folds that had opened between my thighs like a flower.
“I never imagined how…” Mom started to say, as her hand continued its gentle motion inside her panties. She paused, maybe searching for the right word, or maybe simply overcome with passion. “…virile your brother has become,” she continued with a gasp. “He was always such a sickly child. It’s such a wonderful surprise.”
“Yes,” I said, with a slight giggle. “He’s really developed, hasn’t he?” I felt giddy from the rising sexual heat, from seeing Mom loosening up, from talking about my brother that way.
“I’ve been so blind about both of you,” Mom said, circling her finger around her clit a little faster. “I know boys masturbate, but I never thought about Joshua having that sort of need at all. And I haven’t really given any thought to you, have I? I haven’t seen you two for the sexual beings you are. How could I? I’ve been busy pretending to you that I’m not a sexual being either. But I love touching myself. I do it all the time. I don’t know why I was so shocked to find out you and Josh like it too. I’ve been such a hypocrite. Can you ever forgive me?”
Her breathing was getting heavy, and she was really getting worked up. It didn’t seem like the time for such weighty questions. “Do you want to be really naughty, Mom?” I asked her, playfully, to change the mood.
“Why? What do you have in mind?” she asked, intrigued.
I sat up and started pulling the covers down and off Josh. “Let’s see what’s going on down here,” I said.
“Emi! You have such a dirty mind!” Mom exclaimed, with a surprising lack of disapproval. She kept on fingering her pussy with one hand while her other hand kneaded her tit.
“He won’t mind,” I told her, as I pulled the covers on down past his hips. His cock, though soft, stretched most of the way across the crease between his leg and crotch, nestled beneath its dark, curly nest. His balls hung down between his legs as two distinct ovals in a wrinkled, loose sack. When I looked back at Mom, she was staring down in fascination at the glorious moonlit sight.
“Are you sure you weren’t hoping something like this would happen, Mom?” I asked her. “You did say you wanted us to have an intimate time in this family bed.”
“I’m not sure of anything anymore, darling,” Mom replied, her voice disrupted by her big breaths. “All I know is I’m masturbating with my daughter and can’t stop staring at my son’s prick.”
Josh somehow kept sleeping as I supported myself on my side, peered over him and sent my hand back down to finger my pussy. I caressed my lips softly, teasing them as I watched my mother getting more and more excited. Even in the muted light I could clearly see the fevered motion inside her light-colored panties, even against the expanse of white sheet and pale skin. Her hand stroked, circled, and plunged underneath her panties, raising their elastic up from her belly until she freed herself from them by pushing them down from her hips, almost to her knees. Her bush was dark and full, and stood out against her skin. Her mouth was open, her breath was heavy, and her eyes squinted as her face tensed with the urgency of her approaching climax. “Oh my god, Emi,” she softly cried. “I’m cumming!” Tickling my clit with my fingertip, I watched as her body trembled and she let out a series of muted orgasmic moans. It was only then that Josh finally started to stir.
“What’s going on?” he mumbled, dozily.
“Nothing,” I told him. “Go back to sleep.”
“It’s all right Emi,” Mom gasped, breathing hard. “Mommy’s just helping herself relax, baby,” she explained to Josh with a gentle laugh. “She’s helping herself get to sleep.”
Josh had woken up now and was staring in amazement at Mom. Her hand had never stopped moving, gyrating as her fingers disappeared and reemerged incessantly from the recesses below her curly, black hair. Her breasts, which were pale enough to catch all the little light there was, were big, soft and round; their nipples were puffy and swollen. Josh’s cock was growing as his hand, held flat against it, rode it up and down.
I pressed myself against Josh’s side to get closer to him and Mom. My fingers, wet with my juices, circled my clit and ran through my furrows. The whole length of my body nestled against Josh; my hand moving on my crotch also rubbed against his hip. I slipped two fingers inside my hole as Josh started pumping his dick. Mom moaned softly and ground her pussy against her hand.
Mom switched hands on her pussy, scarcely missing a stroke, and swung her right hand over to Josh. “Move your hand,” she commanded, and when he obeyed, she replaced it on his boner with her own. Josh gasped when she gripped him, and his released hand flailed before reaching out blindly to me. It landed on my thigh and clutched me just above my knee.
Wide-eyed in amazement, I watched as Mom pumped Josh with one hand while caressing her pussy with other. Almost silently, so no one could hear us, we softly panted, sighed and whimpered in a frenzied harmony. Josh loosened his grip and his hand drifted lightly up my inner thigh. It only slid across me a few inches, but it drove me wild. Nothing seemed impossible anymore, and nothing was wrong. I grabbed Josh’s hand from my thigh and pulled it to my pussy. I pressed him against me, so his fingertips were right on my clitoris, and mine were down lower on my lips. I’m not sure how much of the stimulation I was receiving was from his movement, and how much from mine, as I raked my fingers through my folds and ground the heel of my hand against Josh’s hand; I just knew it felt astonishingly good.
It may sound crazy, or a delusion of sexual frenzy, but I could feel the energy pouring out of my pussy into Josh’s hand. I could even see it as a wild, pale, shimmering indigo light, coursing through Josh’s body right down to his cock into Mom, then flowing round in a circuit back to me.
Josh’s hips started bucking and his face twisted in rapturous agony. I felt the muscles in his butt tighten and heard him grunt as the first bursts of his semen shot onto Mom. Mom gripped his pulsing cock tightly and slowly milked out the rest of it, spilling it onto her skin and in dribbles onto her fingers. Josh lay back, exhausted, his cum-slick, softening penis still in Mom’s hand.
“Oh my god, Mom, I’m so sorry,” he eventually found the energy to say. “I know you told me not to get any on you.”
“Shhh! It’s OK baby,” Mom gasped in reply. Still pressing Josh’s hand against me, I plunged my fingers in and out of my hole and curled my free hand around Josh’s thigh. The droplets of cum that speckled Mom’s belly looked like pearls in the shadowy moonlight. Mom’s fingers on her pussy had become urgent. She grimaced as she struggled to muffle the staccato groans escaping from her, her back arched as she climaxed, and her legs flailed on the bed. As she started growing calm after that orgasm, she let go of Josh’s prick and her pussy. Her mouth agape in ecstasy, her body still trembling in her orgasm’s wake, her hands roamed across her whole body: down her thighs, up her belly, round her breasts and nipples, smearing puddles of hot jiz into her skin along the way.
I slipped my slick fingers out of my wet, swollen cunt and pushed my whole hand against Josh’s so that, as one, our fingertips rubbed frantically around and into my clit. The tension of my orgasm built up all over my body, as my grip on Josh’s leg tightened and my breathing quickened. My knees jackknifed and my feet bumped into themselves. My back arched off the bed and my head snapped back. I forgot all about keeping quiet and moaned, loud and long.
I fell back on the bed, exhausted and sated. As I listened to my heartbeat and felt myself breathing, I turned to look at my family in afterglow. Mom had turned toward Josh and was cuddling him, her head lying on his shoulder, her hand on his chest. I felt the warm bliss of sharing that moment with my family as Mom held out her arm in a gesture for me to join. I rolled over and sidled as close to Josh as I could get. My hand met Mom’s and clasped it on the hairy part of Josh’s chest. Her fingers were sticky, and I remembered happily that moments before they’d been dancing on her pussy and playing in warm puddles of Josh’s cum. Cuddling all together like that, I drifted along with my family into contented sleep.
Mom slept very late the next morning, so with Josh’s help I made breakfast, and we brought Mom hers in bed.
The other campers didn’t show any sign that they’d heard us in the night. No one stared, or pointed, or whispered behind their hands, though it seemed impossible that no one had heard my final orgasmic scream. Maybe the adults were embarrassed to admit they’d heard it and their children all thought it had been some wild animal cry, or maybe it was just that no one knew which tent the moan had come from. It may have even been that when they looked at us, they saw only a wholesome, happy family, and blamed their own dirty minds for imagining something taboo.
Later that day, after we’d packed up our tent and belongings, the children stopped their playing to wave at us and smile as we drove away.
“You know Mom,” Josh said as Mom was driving us back, “I thought it was a horrible idea at first, but I really enjoyed us all sleeping together.”
I thought I might break out laughing, but held it in. “I think we’ve found something besides the outdoors that we can share together as a family. Maybe sometimes we can have a family bed at home,” I suggested, as coolly as I could manage.
Mom kept her eyes on the road, but in the mirror, I saw her smile. “We’ll see about that, kids,” she answered, “we’ll see.”
