OLDER SISTER SHARES SLEEPING BAG

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Shhhhhhh," Claire whispered to me. She separated our faces briefly, giving me a concerned look. "You're making too much noise."

"Okay," I responded, hurriedly replacing my lips back into contact with hers. My eyes closed and Claire's hands sifted through my hair as we kissed with fiery passion. The quiet smacking of our saliva-filled lips emanated throughout our family tent. Only the sounds of the nighttime forest worked to drown out our kisses.

Within the sleeping bag, our legs were tangled. Claire had her right leg on top of mine, like a hook holding me in her grasp. Our chests touched and I held her closely with my arm. Our warm bodies melted into each other's.

In no rush and savoring every kiss, Claire slowly dropped her hand from my hair to my back, from my back to my stomach, and lastly, from my stomach to my crotch. Over my boxers, she grasped my already rock-hard cock, slowly stroking me.

I was in heaven yet again. After the previous night, I worried if I ever would get to be with Claire again. I was glad when the night was as cold as the one prior and Claire let me sleep in her sleeping bag. Even more glad when in the middle of the night I was shaken awake by my hormone-filled sister. It must have been around three in the morning.

Then there we were, making out in our shared sleeping bag. A younger brother and his sweet older sister, only a few feet from their sleeping parents. It was so naughty and wrong, but so filled with love that it felt like the most right thing to do.

Our tongues did the tango as they danced in each other's mouths. Claire's hand pulled on my penis, making quick work of my boxers as she pushed them down my legs. Her hand on my bare cock gave me butterflies. My virgin-no-more cock was being played with once again.

I brought my own hand from Claire's body to her stomach, not stopping my descent until I reached her panty-covered vagina mound. Her warmth was radiating and I could feel it atop her cotton panties. I was mere inches from feeling her vagina with my hand for the first time. I edged closer and closer to her waiting sex as I slipped my hand between her legs. I reached a wet spot on her panties as I began to feel the contours of her vagina. I was so close. So badly I wanted to be one with Claire once again. To be inside of her.

Suddenly, a cough came from the other side of the tent. Claire and I froze, scared to death. Both of our respective hands retracted back to our bodies. Another cough rang out followed by some movement and shifting. I was facing our parents' side of the tent and over top of Claire's body, I could see movement in the dark.