Let's go camping

Sometimes life feels like a loop. After my horny weekend of teasing from Cassie, I was back to work at the bank on Monday like always, feeling emasculated and frustrated. I found myself wishing we'd get robbed just to spice things up but even that didn't happen. I put in my application to become a cop but it's a long process. Meanwhile, it was just about the peak of the fall season. I asked Cassidy if she wanted to go camping and see all the trees changing color in the crisp fall weather.

"Camping!?" she said bratilly as we ate dinner that Monday night, "That's where pretty girls like me get raped, or eaten by bears!"

I laughed. "Well I'll fight off the bears and rapists," I said. "Come on, we've got money now. You can miss a stream or two. We should have some fun."

"Roughing it in the woods isn't my idea of fun!" she said, "But I suppose I should do something different. Every day is starting to feel a bit like the one before it."

"Tell me about it," I said.

The truth is our parents were avid campers and Dad and I hunted, so we had plenty of both experience and gear for a weekend in the woods. Even Cassidy, despite playing the brat, had worked a camp stove with mom and liked to hike.

"Why are you looking sad?" Cassie asked more seriously. We'd finished eating and were sitting at the table.

"Just thinking about mom and dad," I said, "All those camping and hunting trips they took us on."

Cassie came over and rubbed my shoulders. "I'm sure they'd be glad we're keeping the house up and taking care of each other," she said. It's always nice when she goes from bratty to sweet.

The unspoken fact was that they'd be horrified if they knew we were teasing each other sexually and that I'd spanked Cassie several times now and she'd loved it. But then again our parents were, once we were teenagers, always making insinuations about how robust their sex life was even though they were in their 50s. Being teenagers we had to be rushed to the emergency room to be treated for extreme adolescent embarrassment after those comments from our parents, but clearly they had a great sex life and weren't ashamed of it. Surely though they wouldn't be okay with what we were doing.

"It's our lives now anyway," she said, as if reading my mind, "I don't regret how things have gone since we were left alone here in this house."

That actually meant a lot to me. If Cassie liked everything that had happened, even me blatantly using her for jerk-off material or that time I choked her... could it really be that bad? We were adults and could do what we wanted.

Or so I hoped.

We went to the same place our parents usually took us, a vast wilderness about three hours east of town. An ancient river snakes through the hills and has created dozens of natural bridges through erosion over the millennia. It has world-class rock climbing and that's what most people go for, but there are thousands of square miles of forest so there's something for everyone (unless your idea of a vacation is a spa and luxury shopping).

I took off Friday and Cassie cancelled her weekend streams. She's such a spastic brat but this was the first time she'd ever missed a stream, I liked that she could be professional when it actually mattered. We loaded up the truck with camping gear and drove on out. Cassie still hadn't learned to drive, and Dad's big truck seemed inappropriate for her 5'2" frame so she was in no hurry to learn. I hardly minded doing the driving for both of us.

We drove away from the main rock-climbing areas. It's a cool sport but it's just not our thing and those areas are so crowded in the fall. I drove us down a long dirt road a few miles to a trailhead, figuring correctly that there wouldn't be too many people down here. Most people from the city didn't trust their crossovers on a road like this with deep ruts and steep, muddy hills.

Sure enough, there were no other cars in the dirt parking lot. Cassie was still asleep from the ride. She was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. She'd been pretty well-behaved on the ride up and slept the last hour. Perhaps drunk on my power over her, I decided to have some fun while she was asleep. I lifted up her shirt, exposing her white cotton bra. Still she slept. I undid the bra and took it off, exposing her nubile C-cups.

Why not molest my sleeping sister? I'd broken most of the other rules. My sadistic side couldn't resist violating her like this just because I could. I started fondling her boobs, so fleshy and pleasant in my hands. She woke up at this point and looked at me in surprise.

"Pervert," she said, pushing my hands away. And that was it. She covered herself back up then started unloading camping gear. Apparently I could just feel her up in her sleep now and she wouldn't get mad. In fact, she was humming happily as we hiked back into the woods. Backcountry camping was allowed in this part of the forest as it was federal land, or some sort of vagary like that. I still had our family's permit from the previous year.

"Ugh, why can't we get a RV and camp like civilized people?" Cassie whined as we hiked. But she was lugging a pack with the camp stove and other gear so I figured she could complain.

"Well we can if you want to come camping more," I said, "We're making good money. Well, you're making more money than me, honestly. A fifth-wheel camper would kind of neat, we could tow it with the truck and camp in style."

She shrugged. "I dunno, camping's kind of lame but it does bring back happy memories. I'm glad we had parents who did stuff like this with us."

"Me too," I said. "I'm glad you like this kind of thing, Cassidy."

She smirked. "Don't get too excited, moron," she added, apparently below her brattiness quota after stringing together a few sweet sentences, "And I know you're just luring me out here so you can rape me."

"Geeeze you really must have a rape fantasy," I teased. She punched my arm from behind but didn't seem all that mad. But with her continually bringing this up... what other interpretation could I make?

The sun was just about to set as we found a camp site a mile from the parking lot. It was in a bit of a clearing near a creek just off the main trail. I had a GPS receiver which was a dedicated mapping device, as Dad had taught me not to just hope my phone worked out here, so I knew we wouldn't get lost. The gear was pretty good and we were a mile from the car, and in good physical health. I felt totally in control. Of course, Cassie was acting like we were on some crazy survival reality television show.

"Oh my god I got no cell reception!" she whined, stabbing her iPhone with her fingers, as if that would help it pick up a signal.

"Well yeah, we're a mile from the nearest dirt road," I said, setting up the tent.

"Ugh," she said, "Why did I have to be born into such a redneck family?"

I just laughed. She was obviously in brat mode and I let her rant. I liked our spot, it was flat in the clearing but I could hear the nearby creek rushing by below. The beams of the setting sun came through the treetops, giving the forest a beautiful golden glow. There were only the sounds of nature and my bratty sister complaining about everything. I felt totally at peace.

The tent was sufficiently complicated and took me about ten minutes to get set up. During that time Cassie had set up the camp stove and two folding chairs. "Oh I thought you hated all this redneck stuff," I said.

She shrugged. "Might as well cook us dinner," she said, but already she was mellowing out. I knew she liked camping with me, she just felt obligated to complain about it for the first 30 minutes or so because she's Cassie.

Sure enough she got quiet as the sun set and she made us beef stew over the fire. I set up some LED lights to keep our camp site bright until we were ready for bed. I looked around in the last of the sunlight but couldn't see a soul anywhere, not that I would have expected to this deep in the woods.

We ate our stew in metal bowls. I thought about putting on music with a Bluetooth speaker I'd brought (okay we obviously weren't roughing it) but Cassie was content with the sounds of nature for now.

"Thanks for bringing me here, Mike," she said after a peaceful silence, "I think this will be the first day all year I haven't used a computer. I know it's my job but it still feels good to unplug."

I put my arm around her. "Yeah I thought it would be nice," I said, "Nobody I'd rather be stuck in the woods with."

She rested her head on my shoulder. It felt like we were soulmates. Lovers. It felt so obvious. I wanted to be that to her, even if she was my sister. I knew full well how much trouble this might cause, but I didn't care. She'd come here with me into the woods, she wanted this too. She set down our bowls then took my hand and we sat in the now-dark forest.

"Damnit," she said, "I shoulda kept being a brat. Now how am I gonna get you to rape me?"

I laughed. "I love how fucked-up you are," I said. "We could just do it consensually."

"That's incest, Mike," she said, straight-faced somehow, like she was actually scolding me for suggesting it at this point.

"Oh lord," I said, "Can't have that then."

We laughed and she squeezed my hand.

"Can't you just rape me?" she said, "That makes this all a lot easier."

I suppose her perverse logic was that if I took consent out of it for her then she wasn't doing anything wrong. Incest is a powerful taboo. Of course then I was doing all kinds of things wrong. Why did I have to be the bad guy? Oh yeah, I was the sadist.

I stood up and got us both beers from the cooler and we drank, listening to the crickets. There was no immediate resolution to our tension but there didn't particularly need to be. I put on some music and relaxed in the middle of the woods until we got tired. Cassidy casually undressed, getting totally naked right in the woods then sauntering into the tent. She really wanted it bad, I thought. Suddenly I had that sadistic urge. Thankfully it only came on rarely, and it was always around Cassie.

I undressed too and turned out the camp lights. The tent glowed from the light inside. There was no moon that night so I was surrounded by darkness and it felt like the only thing in the whole world was the tent with Cassie inside. I stood there naked and noticed I was already erect at the thought of raping Cassie. What was wrong with me? She obviously wanted this though, having literally suggested I do it. I didn't really know if that made it okay, but in that moment I didn't care. I undid the tent flap and rushed inside.

It was a small portable two-person tent, not much bigger than an ultralight backpacking tent, with only a little more room inside than our bodies took up. Cassie was leaned over her sleeping bag, trying to get it ready to crawl inside. I pounced on her and pushed her down on her chest, pressing hard against her upper back. I knew she could take it.

"Oh!" she said, "What the fuck, Mike?"

I carefully spun her around, keeping her pinned. She was very slippery and fast, but I thought I could keep her beneath me. I leaned in and kissed her unwilling lips as she yelled, and I enjoyed the feeling of forcibly making out with my sister. She gasped for breath and kept struggling, but, I thought, she wasn't struggling that hard. She wanted this too.

"I'll scream rape!" she said excitedly.

"Go ahead," I said, getting in character, "Maybe a bear will hear and come save you. Certainly aren't any humans out here."

"Asshole!" she said as I got her wrists and ankles pinned really good. "What are you doing?" she asked in a high-pitched voice as she saw me rearing up.

"What do you think? Getting ready to rape you, Cassidy," I taunted. The sadistic urge was coursing through me. Even if we were just playing out a scene (I hoped) I was feeling highly aroused to have my naked sister pinned under me. "I can do anything I want to you," I said, verbalizing my inner thoughts.

"Asshole!" she said, "Let go of me!" She wiggled like a hyperactive eel under me and her wrist came out from my grip. I fell a little bit, knocked off balance, and she had a good chance to slide out from under me, but she gasped and kept her wrist there flat against the sleeping bag where it was easy for me to grab it again.

She was letting me do this! I'd have been upset that she "broke character" except it confirmed that this was just a scene to her too and she wanted to be raped. As far as I was concerned, it was full steam ahead now. I kissed her again as she squirmed, then I pressed my cock against her vaginal entrance.

"No, Mike! I'm a virgin!" she yelled, convincingly. And as far as I knew she really was a virgin, but with her active lifestyle and having played high school sports, somehow I doubted she had her cherry anymore at age 18.

I pressed myself into her. She was soaking wet. I grinned. "I seem to be going in pretty easy, you sure you're a virgin?" I teased.

"I broke my hymen playing soccer, asshole!" she said as I pushed a few inches into her wetness. She wiggled under me, keeping up the illusion of trying to escape. Somehow that made this feel good. I tightened my grip on her wrists and lunged deep inside her. She gasped as I penetrated her fully. It felt very primal, forcing my cock into my sister. My sadistic side loved the feeling of rape, which disturbed me even if I knew Cassie was into this. I shouldn't like hurting women, I told myself.

But it did feel so good to thrust my cock in and out of Cassie's pussy, with her having no choice now but to take it. She was feeling it too, and started to say softly, "Rape me... rape me, Mike."

Well, it was better this way. I grinned and fucked her hard, forcing my cock in and out of her with each thrust. I felt an animal power take over me as I used her body for my pleasure. She looked up intensely at me as I felt her pussy walls gripping my cock. I think we both knew I was about to cum.

"Not inside me," she begged.

Well, my sadistic side was telling me to do it. Fill her with my sperm, make her pregnant. But my pragmatic side was telling me that was a terrible idea, and it had to win out. I pulled out and shot my cum on her pubic mound, groaning as I orgasmed.

I kept her pinned down as well as I could and started rubbing her clit. "Cum, Cassie. Cum after you were just raped."

Her eyes flickered with excitement at this humiliation. I rubbed her clit hard and she started to shake with her powerful orgasm, moaning shamelessly as she came.

We lay there for a while, panting for breath, sweating in the night air. We didn't try to cover up or say anything for a long time.

"Do you think we can sleep in the same bag tonight?" Cassie asked eventually.

"Some rape victim you are!" I said with a laugh, "Yeah, sure, Cassie. Let's sleep together."

We cuddled into my XL sleeping bag and I held her tightly.

"I love you, Mike. Sorry I ruined your rape fantasy."

"My rape fantasy?" I asked incredulously, but then we just laughed. "Nah, you made it pretty good, Cassie. I love you."

And then we fell asleep in each other's arms in the middle of the primeval forest, feeling like we were the only two people in the entire world.