Camping
by The Wizard Whitebeard

During the summer months, the Falconer family liked to go camping.
They enjoyed the outdoors, Mr. and Mrs. Falconer liked the low cost,
and the grilled food was always good.

The Falconers had three children.  The twins, Tim and Cally, would be
thirteen in the fall.  Their youngest, Ann, had just turned eleven.
Cally and now Ann had reached menarche at this age.  As boys develop
later, Tim had only recently been having hard erections.  He enjoyed
the closeness of their family because it afforded him occasional peeks
at his naked sisters.

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This weekend, early in August, the Falconers had reserved a spot in
the state park.  They arrived early Friday evening.  They had eaten
on the way because they knew it would take a while to set up camp.
They had two tents which were set up along the edge of the camp site.
Mr. and Mrs. Falconer shared a simple umbrella tent.  The kids' tent
was split in to three little rooms with netting between the rooms.
The Falconers used one of the wing rooms to store food as a method to
keep it from the forest critters.  Tim and Cally took the big center
room and Ann had the other little wing room to herself.  Finally,
after the tents had been pitched and all the gear stowed, they settled
down for the night.

Mr. and Mrs. Falconer retired to their tent and turned out the
electric lantern.  Ann had had an early horse back riding lesson
that morning before they left for the park.  She dropped off quickly.
The twins had slept late so they were still a bit squirrelly.

As usual, all three of them roughed the sleeping part of camping.
No pajamas or night shirts.  They just wore whatever t-shirt they had
on and underpants/panties.  It was usually just right for cool summer
nights.  This being August, the evening was pretty warm.  Ann snuggled
in to her sleeping bag but the twins unzipped theirs and slept on top.
The open sleeping bags covered the center room floor.

The twins both closed their eyes and made an effort but were restless.
Tim kept shifting position and eventually rolled in to Cally.

"Hey!" she yelled, "let me have some of the floor!"  She gave the foot
nearest to her a tickle.

"Aah!" Tim screamed.  He jumped back and grabbed her ribs, returning
the instant torture.

They heard the muffled voice of their father from next tent, "Knock it
off in there!  It's bedtime."

Tim whispered to Cally, "Shhh!" but continued to tickle.  He proceeded
to move his tickling fingers quickly from her stomach to the back of
her neck to her butt.  Each time, Cally blocked him, keeping silent
for fear her parents would hear.

Cally got in some of her own tickles, but she could sense the
impending stalemate.  With as much stealth as she could muster, she
finally pushed Tim on his back and pinned him.  Her hands were holding
his arms, her torso straddling his.

He whispered, "Now what?" with a smile.  As long as she held him,
neither of them could get any shots in.

Her thin long blond hair fell in front of her face.  She started
lightly brushing his face with it.  He moved his head from side to
side, but he could not avoid her tresses.  Tim found it difficult to
remain mum as his laughter threatened to bubble out.

Eventually, he started shifting his body back and forth in an effort
to free some part from her sister's grip.

Cally made an even stronger effort to immobilize Tim by centering her
crotch better on his.  During the preliminaries, Tim had gotten one of
those embarrassing boners that plague young boys.  Neither had noticed
till now during the battle.

Through her panties, Tim's penis pushed on her vaginal lips and
clitoris.  Instead of moving side to side, Cally started rubbing
forward and backward.  Tim stopped struggling so hard.  As Cally's
loins started tingling, she  eased her pressure on his arms.  Their
tickle attempts became token gestures then ceased entirely.

Cally focused on her growing pleasure.  As she rubbed, her panties
started to get damp.  Tim's penis got stiffer and started to ache a
little because his underwear bound it from being fully straight.

"Cally?" whispered Tim.  "Just a second.  I've got to shift a bit."
His right hand darted down to move the cloth slot of his underpants
aside.  His penis popped out of the slot, greatly easing the strain.
"Okay, that's better."  He returned his arm to the "pinned" position
under her hand.

Cally had heard him but she was lost in the rhythm of her movement.
She was starting to feel a glow spread from her vagina as Tim's penis
kept stroking her clitoris through her panties.  She stopped rubbing
to and fro and started pushing up and down.  Tim's penis tented her
panties into her vagina little by little until he was a fraction of
an inch past her vaginal lips.

She was almost there but stayed right on the edge of something...
she didn't know what, but she needed it.  "Tim?" whispered Cally.
"Just a second.  I've got to shift a bit."  Her right handed darted
down and she pushed the now-soaked crotch of her panties to the side.
Tim's penis was now in the same spot, but without any barrier.

Tim wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but he instinctively
pushed back.  His penis pushed farther into Cally's lubricated vagina.
Cally resumed her rhythmic push and soon Tim was up to the hilt.
Every push stretched her vagina ever so slightly and Tim's penis
rubbed her clitoris over and over again.

It didn't take much longer.  Cally shuddered as she reached orgasm.
"Yes!" she gasped as she finally reached the climax she had
unknowingly sought.  Tim kept pushing and Cally felt her orgasm in
waves with each of Tim's pushes.

Suddenly, Tim's eyes opened wide.  He thrust hard one last time deep
into Cally's vagina, pushing the tip of his penis as far in as he
could reach.  He felt, for the first time, a better feeling than he
had ever felt before in his life.  Something in the base of his penis
clenched, hard.  Instead of cramping, it released, then tightened
then released again and again.  Tim joined Cally in bliss while waves
of pleasure washed over him as he ejaculated semen deep into Cally's
womb.  Tim's thrust spread Cally's legs wide and her clitoris was
crushed against his penis.  Her final orgasm was so intense she almost
passed out.

Their energies spent, Cally rolled off of Tim back on to her own
sleeping bag. Cally lay there with a blissful smile.  During the
entire event, neither had made a sound that could be heard over the
crickets.  They slept well.

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Saturday morning, the family rose and had breakfast.  The morning was
spent on a circular hike that took them through the forest and up to
some cliffs.  There they had a spectacular view of the park.  They
returned to the camp site about noon and had lunch.

Breakfast and lunch had both been prepared over the camp fire.  Mr.
Falconer told the kids that it was customary to replenish the wood
supply from the surrounding forest.  Not ten minutes in to their
morning hike, they had spotted a hard wood tree that had been taken
down by a storm a couple of years ago.  It was perfectly aged for
firewood.  In fact, by removing the tree the Falconers would also
remove a potential fire hazard.

Mrs. Falconer took the axe.  Mr. Falconer took a maul and grabbed a
wedge.  The five of them trundled off back along the trail.

Upon closer inspection, it looked like the tree had fallen during a
wind storm.  It was twisted and broken off at the base.  "It must have
been a pretty strong wind," commented Ann.

Mr. and Mrs. Falconer took turns splitting the trunk of the tree in to
smaller chunks with the wedge and maul.  Tim and Cally took turns with
the axe.  Ann, too young yet to be trusted with an axe, carried the
finished firewood back to the camp site.  The other four joined her
back and forth trips once the wood was all cut.

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Dinner was a hearty stew with some dinner rolls that had been brought
along.  After dinner, the kids found suitable sticks and roasted
nearly an entire bag of marshmallows.  A raging competition was never
settled as to who could brown their marshmallow the darkest without
setting it on fire.

The Falconer parents didn't last much later than that.  The day had
been long and they knew in the morning they would be packing and
driving back.

The children were encouraged to retire to their tent, which they did.
The day had not quite exhausted them but the unusually hard wood
chopping exercise had left them a little sore.  They prepared for bed
as they had the previous night, t-shirts and underpants/panties only.

Ann was thinking about her aches.  In a loud voice, she said, "Boy, I
sure could use a massage."  Eleven year olds are not subtle.

Cally whispered to Tim, "I think she could use a good fuck."  Tim's
eyebrows jumped.

"Really," he whispered back.  It was more of a statement than a
question.

Returning to a normal volume, Cally said, "Well, so could I and so
could Tim.  Do you want to take turns?"

Ann thought about that.  It would mean a little work for her, but she
really did like a good massage.  "Okay."

"First Tim, then me, then you," said Cally.  "Tim, lie down."  Tim
lay on his stomach in the middle of the large center room of the tent.

"Ann, you face his head and work on his arms, neck and shoulders.
I'll rub his back and thighs."  She climbed on his butt, straddling
his torso.  Ann got the picture and knelt in front of Tim's head.  She
rubbed his raised arms a little, then concentrated on his shoulders
and finally moved to his neck.

Cally alternated between his upper back, his lower thighs, his lower
back and his upper thighs moving closer and closer to his center.
Each time she changed parts, she had to shift back, then forward.

Toward the end, Ann was kneading the last knots on Tim's neck.  Cally
had moved up Tim's back but reached behind her to rub the top of Tim's
thighs.  Unseen by Ann, she actually cupped her hand and caressed
Tim's scrotum.  Tim said, "Mmmm."

Ann, mistaking Tim's comment, said "Is that where your neck hurts,
Tim?"

Tim, realizing Ann's confusion, said "It was, but I feel much better
now."

They shifted positions.  Ann decided that she would stay where she was
for Cally.  Tim straddled Cally's butt and started the same routine
that Cally had followed.  When he did her thighs, he also applied a
little light pressure on the insides of each one.  Cally parted her
legs slightly in response.  Unlike Cally, Tim moved down onto Cally's
legs.  Each time Tim moved back to the center or small of Cally's
back, his now turgid penis pushed against her butt, getting
progressively harder.  About the time Ann got to Cally's neck, Tim's
penis was starting to push against Cally's vulva and she said, "Mmmm."

Ann made the same assumption she had with Tim.

They switched places once again, this time Ann lying on her stomach.

Cally started with Ann's arms, Tim with Ann's upper back.  Cally had
her eyes riveted on Tim's motions.  Soon Tim moved to Ann's lower
thighs.  He noticed Cally looking at him.  Cally gave a pointed look
at the front of Tim's underpants.  Tim looked her in the eye, then
slipped his erect member through the front slot.  His penis pointed
straight out.  He looked back at Cally.  Cally smiled and nodded.

As far as Ann could tell, Cally and Tim were following the same
procedure.  She was absolutely right.  Like Cally, Tim spent time
lightly caressing Ann's inner thighs.  When it was "lower body" time,
he got closer and closer to her vulva, even brushing against her slit
through Ann's panties.  Ann tended to unconsciously lift her butt when
he did that.

During the "upper body" rub, he made sure his penis was pointing
straight at her vagina.  The tip sometimes bumped Ann's clitoris and
other times pressed her panties between the lips.  Ann's eleven year
old vagina started leaking slippery fluid.  Her panties developed a
dark spot in the middle of the crotch, which became easier to see as
Tim slowly encouraged Ann's legs to part.  Every time Tim rubbed her
vulva, she arched her back, unconsciously raising her butt and
presenting her vagina.

Soon Tim began smoothing along the small of Ann's back,incidentally
pushing the elastic of her panties lower and lower until it rested on
her legs and her smooth butt was fully exposed.

Ann started to drift off.  She felt sleepy as her muscles relaxed and
her tummy began to glow.  Cally got to her neck as Tim started to push
a little more in to her vagina through the panties, just as he had the
night before with Cally.  Ann said, "Mmmm."

Tim looked at Cally.  Cally pointed at Ann's panties and flicked her
fingers toward Ann's feet.  Tim got the hint and as Ann arched her
back and lifted her butt, Tim hooked his fingers under the front of
the elastic along her hips and quickly slipped Ann's panties off,
exposing her smooth genitals.

Now as Tim continued to softly rub his hands up and down his little
sister's body, his penis starting poking Ann's slippery vagina without
any cotton barricade.

Tim looked at Cally again.  With a big grin, Cally mouthed the word,
"Now."  The next time Tim slid up Cally's body, he carefully centered
his penis on her wet spot.  This time when he pushed forward to rub
her back, he pushed his penis in to Ann's vagina.  Instinctively, Ann
pushed back.  The glans of Tim's penis slipped in.

Tim kept rubbing Ann's back, incidentally sliding his penis in and
out of her vagina, moving deeper and deeper with each thrust.  Ann's
eyes opened wide.  Cally said, "Is there anything wrong, Ann?"

Ann said, "Unh.  Unh.  Unh."  Each "unh" coincided with one of Tim's
thrusts.

Cally made another inquiry, "Are you feeling good yet?"  She smiled
at Ann who had developed a bewildered look.  "We're almost done."

Thrust.  Thrust.  Thrust.  "Unh.  Unh.  Oh!  Oh!"  Ann jutted her
butt as high as she could.  Tim sank his entire shaft deep within
her.  "Oh!  Oh!  Ohhhhh!"  Ann pushed back at Tim as she climaxed.
Tim felt Ann's vagina tighten and he felt the same pressure sneak up
on him just before he pumped his semen in spurt after spurt into Ann.
He held himself deep within Ann as he and Cally lightly brushed Ann's
skin.

Tim withdrew and Ann lay there, a dollop of semen leaking over her
labial lips and covering her clitoris.

"Ann?" Cally inquired.  "All done now?"

Ann sighed.  "Oh, Cally.  That was the best massage ever."

---

In the morning, car packed, the Falconers headed off.  "Well kids,"
said Mrs. Falconer, "did you have fun?"

"That was the best camping trip we've had!" piped up Ann.  The others agreed.

"We'll have to come back soon," said Mr. Falconer.

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does not encourage or condone illegal activities.  He does not even
exceed the speed limit.

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