Incest My Sister in Waterfall rewritten

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In another minute Sara emerged from behind the bush and approached, clad now in a tiny, sky-blue bikini. I recognized it. It was her "wilderness" bikini, which she'd worn on previous backpacking trips. It was years old, if I recalled correctly, and the fabric was a bit threadbare and thinning. And, now that her figure was fuller and more womanly than before, the suit didn't contain her curves as well as it had when she was younger. The triangle-style top exposed a lot of boob on either side, and her nipples poked prominently out from under the time-worn fabric. The triangle bottom was barely enough to conceal the mound of her pubis, and it clung so tightly to her that it showed a prominent camel toe.

I felt my cock stiffen still more. I hoped she wouldn't see it under my shorts. I made sure the tent, which I was having a hard time concentrating on putting together, was between Sara and me, to conceal my growing erection.

She pranced into the camp on tiptoes, lightly over the rocky ground, and dumped her clothes on a log. She took her scrunchy out with nimble fingers, shook her golden mane of hair twice until it spilled over her bare shoulders, and then she smiled at me.

She was a golden goddess, almost naked save for two tiny, nearly worn-through pieces of pale blue nylon. She was my sister, too, and I knew I shouldn't be thinking what I was thinking. But she was a gorgeous woman, and I couldn't control my lustful thoughts, however much I wanted to.

She stretched her arms out.

"Isn't this amazing?" she exclaimed.

She pirouetted and faced the lake. I stared at her bikini-sculpted ass and the blond hair that cascaded down her upper back.

"Hello!" she bellowed joyfully, away from me, to the lake and the trees and the mountains all around us. A faint echo answered her.

She turned back to me. "I think we're all alone here, Christopher."

I nodded. "I think so. And it probably will stay that way. It's late and it's unlikely we'll have any more people showing up today. We'll have the lake to ourselves."

That suited me fine.

"I'm going swimming!" Sara said. "Finish the camp stuff and join me."

I watched her as she skipped over the rocky soil to the water's edge and waded into the lake.

It didn't take me long to finish the campsite. I erected a simple two-person, dome-style tent, and I laid out the camp stove nearby. When I was done, I fished a pair of swim trunks out of my backpack and put them on from behind a bush while watching Sara splash in the lake. The lake was still sunny and warm, but the sun had progressed far enough in its path to the west that I knew sunset wouldn't be far off. If I was going to swim, it would be now or never.

Now done with my chores, I walked in bare feet to the lake. Pine needles and rocks pricked my soles and I hopped along until I reached the lake's edge. I stepped in. The water was cold, as I expected it would be at this altitude, but the air was still warm and I walked farther into the water until, ready at last, I plunged my whole body under its surface.

"Cold!" I shouted when I emerged and spied Sara twenty feet away, standing waist deep. Her suit was wet, and her nipples, dark and protrusive, poked out under the pale blue bikini top. I dove into the water and swam to her.

"It feels great, doesn't it?" she asked, when I stood up.

"It takes a little getting used to," I said, "but yes." I looked all around us. "This is an amazing place."

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