Living Rent Free Ch. 01

Living Rent Free Ch. 01

Over the week I ducked out during lunch hours to buy what was needed, and on Friday evening I packed everything, loaded the kayaks onto the roof rack, loaded bags into the trunk, and gathered perishables in the fridge in a travel bag ready to take out first thing in the morning. We made it to the river uneventfully and began our paddling. I hadn't planned a long route, maybe 4 hours' worth of paddling up stream in a gentle head current so it wouldn't be too tiresome and so we could enjoy some relaxing on the shore once we got where we were going. I'd planned for us to stop in a little spot that was essentially inaccessible by road or walking trails -- it was just the river. It was a nice wide beach area that went up hill slightly to a row of trees and gravelly plateau. Once we neared the spot, we made our preparations and discussed the area, where the best spot for a site would be, what we'd need to do. It was nice and distracting. The sun was beating down on us ferociously and the weather had promised to be kind and was delivering. I packed a small tent, but wasn't intending to use it, thinking we'd sleep by the fire under the stars. A few ice blocks had melted in the bag as to be expected, but the beers and wine we brough along were still cool to the touch, so we cracked them open after heaving the vessels ashore, starting a fire and clearing away a sleeping area. Small fold out chairs (nothing fancy, more of a fold out stool) were comfy enough, but soon we were laying with our backs on the grass. "I hope you don't mind, but with the sun going down I really want to take this bikini off. It's been hours and it's not exactly built for long term comfort." I didn't say anything, just nodded and looked away as she untied her strings and put on a tank top. I'd somewhat been hoping she'd remain topless, but that wasn't the point of this trip, despite it crossing my mind constantly the week proceeding, and during the actual paddling itself. We traded stories as the light grew dim and the fire grew larger from worst dating experiences to random things like how we assumed clams would reproduce. After several beers each and a bottle of white wine apiece the conversation turned to sex. Likes and dislikes. Worsts and favorites. Most of my favorites were with Sarah, but it didn't upset me thinking about them or talking to Courtney about them. It was nice, and obviously with the alcohol involved, making me horny. Courtney was describing a time her and a friend on a dare in college participated in a glory hole and how they had challenged each other to a time trial. Courtney won, meaning her friend had to have sex with the next guy that participated. She was slightly disappointed to find out that it was her college boyfriend (not the one previously described, the one preceding him), and he and her friend had no qualms about getting it on. It was an easy decision for her to drop him after that, and she soon met Jason (the previously described boyfriend). The whole time I was rock hard, and (again I'll blame the alcohol) I was absently stroking myself through my shorts. She must have noticed because the story got more and more detailed and (I'm assuming) exaggerated. She never said anything about what I was doing, but what made me realize my own actions was suddenly realizing what she was doing. She was pinching and rubbing her nipples through her tank top occasionally as she was telling her story. "You have a thing for sucking cock, don't you?" I asked, referring to both her story, and the night the previous week. "Something of an oral fixation?" I smiled cheekily at her. She looked across at me as we were sitting maybe five feet apart and licked her lips and laughed. "Yeah, I guess I do. It's just so sensual and personal. Anyone can fuck, oral is just ... different, I guess?" I told her I understood. I felt more or less the same way about it. There is something more intimate about it (to me at least). The great social lubricant that alcohol is, we were both being quite open and forthcoming with one another. I grabbed some more wood and threw it on the fire, sending some sparks up in the air and sat down next to Courts. She looked at me and smiled and rested her head on my shoulder. I put a hand on her thigh and patted it, both of us transfixed by the dancing flames. We took a quick dip to clean off the day's sweat and grime until we devolved into another splashing match. Right as I was closing my eyes to scrub at my face, my entire head and side were drenched with water. I turned to look and Courtney was hunched over, her hands in the water ready to launch another attack. I splashed her back and it went back and forth until we were soaked through, neither of us having stripped off, just cleaning our faces arms and legs. Her tank top was sticking to her in all the right places from our battle, her erect nipples poking through and defining and accentuating the curves of her breasts underneath. It wasn't see-through, but it may as well have been with the way it was stuck to her skin. I laughed and made a remark about it being a bit nippy out and she rolled her eyes and lazily splashed at me. I waded over to her and scooped her up in my arms. I'm not the strongest guy, but I could comfortably manage it about as far as the fire was, and I dropped her off there where we'd been laying previously. "I went and visited Sarah on Thursday after work." I informed Courts as I laid her down on her back and knelt next to her. "I told her about the trip we'd be taking, and I told her about what happened last week as well". I know it must sound strange to some people, talking to someone who isn't there anymore. I'm not religious and I don't know what to think about the afterlife. I suppose I think it's all a big black nothingness. But it brings me comfort to talk to her. Even if it's just the trees and the birds that can hear me, it feels nice and I'm not hurting anyone. "I also asked her permission for something" I continued, laying down next to her on my side propped up by my elbow. I reached across with my right hand and cupped her left breast, giving it a gentle knead, brushing my thumb across her still hard nipple over the fabric of her wet tank top. She shivered with my touch and smiled. "So long as you're ready". I was and I wasn't ready. The body was willing but the mind was only half way there. "At least as far as I see it, you're my sister by title, but we don't really.." "Have that relationship?" she offered as I trailed off. "No, I agree. Obviously, we are family, and I love you. But ... I think I'm supposed to be repulsed by you or something JUST because you're my brother? Maybe because we didn't grow up together, you're older, lived with Nan and Pop, only saw each other for Christmas, easter, birthdays?" I casually flicked her nipple again and she moaned with a sharp intake of air. She reached across and grabbed me over the pants and gave it some squeezes. I batted her hand away and got on top of her slowly, she spread her legs to let me in, but I was moving south. I kissed her neck and fondled her breasts over her wet top and she was trying to grind her pussy against me, but I was moving down and away, pulling her top up enough to kiss her stomach making her giggle. I grabbed her thighs and parted them and kissed around her bikini clad pussy and inner thigh, teasingly. I untied one side of her bikini bottoms and she the other, hurriedly until they were undone and I moved them out of the way. This was the closest I'd gotten to seeing her pussy properly. She had shaved in the last week or so, which honestly is fine. The stubble was nice and I kissed her mound and made my way to delicately kiss her clit, applying the smallest tongue flick to tease her further. I kissed her folds and could start to taste her on my lips now, wet from the talking and teasing. I applied generous and broad tongue strokes, painstakingly slow raking my tongue up, and down, up, and down. She was gripping my shoulder firmly and moaning in pleasure as much as frustration. "I swear to God, if you don't speed up soon --" And with that I started to suck on her clit, gently applying my tongue as I sucked and she moaned. She moaned for all the empty river bend to hear us. Her hand transitioned to my hair and gripped it, driving my head up and down like you might imagine a man doing to a woman performing fellattio. Honestly, this method is precisely what I imagine sucking a dick to be like, just with a clit instead and less head bobbing required. Never-the-less, I continued with my oral caress and brought a finger to her folds, gently probing and gliding through her increasing wetness, eventually sliding it inside and quickly finding her G-spot. Within a minute I gradually increased the speed of my tongue and sucking and rubbing her g-spot and I heard the unmistakable cry of her release, felt the unmistakable tension around my finger as I slowed to a halt. I brought my face away from her, my beard wet with our combined juices and wiped it on her leg. She shivered again, but was also still in waves of post orgasmic twitching and I sidled up beside her again, leaning on my elbow. "That was... Just what I needed". She coo'd softly, her eyes closed and her wave of euphoria abating, being quickly replaced with a wave of fatigue. And we fell asleep like that. At some point I got up and fetched sleeping bags to use as blankets, but that's all we needed.