Inside the Tent

Though the tent specified that it was made for two, it had been assumed by the designers that the couple would be lying flat on the ground. Instead, as Brandon and Madison shuffled into the tent, they found the pyramidal shape made for a tight squeeze. Kneeling and stooped, they pressed in close together, avoiding the sides as much as possible as Madison reached down and zipped up the front from the inside. Just as the zipper reached the apex a voice called out and the twins stiffened.

It was a woman’s voice and someone who clearly knew Kurt. Still, they held their breaths and listened, waiting for any indication that this woman knew Kurt wasn’t alone. Two more voices joined the first, one a man, and another female, this one deeper but youthful. Neither Brandon nor Madison recognized either one. Madison strained to listen to the conversation, but a shuffling, scratchy sound on the tarp behind her made it difficult to hear anything at all.

“Would you stop moving around?” she hissed over her shoulder. “You’re making too much noise. Someone is going to notice.”

“You’re the one talking.”

“Only to tell you to shut up.”

For about four seconds the sound ceased, and Brandon remained still. Turning an ear towards the group outside the tent, Madison heard something about someone being too old. But, like a restless child, Brandon wouldn’t stay settled, as he attempted again to slide back from his sister and found his back against the side of the tent.

“What is your problem?” she demanded in the lowest possible whisper she could muster amidst her anger.

“I’m just trying to give you more space. We’re smooshed in here and it’s so hot, I’m starting to overheat.”

“So? It’s not any tighter than that night in the back of your truck.”

She was right, of course, and his mind instantly teleported him back to the backseat of his jeep, squished together with her inside a sleeping bag. His memories didn’t stop there though. If he closed his eyes, he could still see her face up close, the smell of her hair as she looked up at him with lustful eyes when she felt his hard cock brush against her thigh. It had been hot then too, even for the night, and they stripped off to cool down, but they both knew what would happen as soon as his boxers were dropped and her panties peeled away.

He inhaled sharply just to think how it felt that very first time to spread his sister’s legs and slide into the moist center between. His dick was already half hard from the recent drilling he’d given Madison, but just remembering their maiden act in the backseat sent all the blood in his body rushing back to his dick again. It jolted back to life, slapping wetly against Madison’s sweat soaked thigh.

“Uuugh, don’t remind me,” Brandon groaned as he failed to suppress his new hard-on.

“Dammit, Bran, really? Right now?” she growled, keeping her voice low as she felt his cock grow, reaching up her thigh and poking against the underside of her ass as it achieved its full length.

“You’re the one putting ideas in my head, and let’s not forget that you’re the only one who got to cum before.”

Madison bit her lip as she accepted the truth of what he said. She and her brother had just finally started getting along again as well, and she really didn’t want to go back to fighting. It wasn’t really Brandon she was mad at. It was the tense situation, trapped inside this furnace of a tent with no idea what was happening outside. She could hear a word now and again, something about money and tours and no teens. It made little sense to her, so she focused on what she could control.

“Fine, then lie down.”

“Huh?”

“You’re right, there’s no room if we’re both half-standing like this. One of us should lie down. You have broader shoulders than I do, so I’ll fit more comfortably up here than you will.”

It wouldn’t do anything about the heat, but at least it might resolve the space issue, Brandon thought as he agreed and gingerly began his descent. He felt her body tense as when he touched her, holding on to her to steady himself. Unfolding his legs from under himself and stretching out his legs, he slid on to his ass, then slowly laid himself down, his hands slipping down her slender figure. On his back, with a grip on his sister’s waist, he realized their mistake as his cock sat erect, pointing up directly at the glistening shaven slit between her legs.

Though it wasn’t actually touching her, she could feel the closeness of his member. The way the hairs on her neck prickle when someone stared at her, her pussy tingled just to know that Brandon’s cock was so close to her. She felt hot again, the heat inside her body matching the humidity inside the tent. His hands snapped away from her, and fell noisily to his sides, and without the strong grip holding her she dipped slightly. The mushroomed tip of his cock met her pussy, instantly beginning to split her lips, and she let it, just for a second, just to feel it, then jolted away.

“Madison…”

“Sorrrrrry,” she whispered back at him in a whimper. “My legs are getting sore too.”

“Fuck. Can’t they leave already?” Brandon growled as the voices outside continued to banter.

She murmured in agreement, sharing his frustration. Being on her knees for so long normally wouldn’t have bothered her, but she usually had something to distract her in those situations. Between the heat and the muscle numbing orgasm she’d had just seconds before entering the tent, she was feeling physically weak. Mentally weak too, for that matter. Knowing that there was something she couldn’t do made her want to do it even more, and the rebel in her wanted nothing more than to lean back and let her pussy swallow up that big, hard cock.

“Ah!”

When her mind wandered, her focus lapsed and down her body went again. The feeling of his dickhead pushing inside her once more brought her back to reality and she immediately straightened up, over correcting this time and knocking her head against the top of the tent. The twins held their breath.

“Kurt, meet Audra St. James. Audra, Kurt Johnson.”

They exhaled with relief simultaneously. But they both knew it was only a matter of time. Madison’s body was faltering and the inadvertent teasing every time her pussy tapped his tip had Brandon just about ready to throw his sister down and fuck her until she screamed, people be damned.

“Do you think you can be quiet?” he asked.

“Mm-hm.” She didn’t even need to ask why.

“Then just do it.”

“Are you sure?” She down over her shoulder and caught his serious expression. “We both know just putting it in won’t be enough.”

He reached up again and grabbed her hips. “Well, I’m not planning on just putting it in. But, if you can stay quiet, maybe I can cum and this won’t be such a problem.”

“I doubt that. That first night, in the backseat, once wasn’t enough. Once has never been enough for us.”

“Fuuuck, didn’t I tell you not to remind me?”

“Shhhh.” She lifted a finger to her pursed lips, that last groan having been just a little too loud for her liking. “And you’re warning me not to make too much noise.”

“Well?”

“Okay, just wait a second.”

With Brandon’s firm grip securing her again, she lifted her knees up, feeling the ache running through the joint as she planted herself on her feet, squatting over Brandon’s cock. As careful as she tried to be though, her shoulders still touched the sides of the tent, the whole structure shimming along with her as she repositioned her body. They waited, with her poised over Brandon, trembling from anticipation, until they heard Kurt’s voice, and knew it was safe to proceed.

Between her strong thighs built from leaping and jumping in cheer practice and Brandon’s strong hands, Madison was able to lower herself gently onto his cock. She placed her hands on his, overlapping her fingers tween his knuckles, bracing herself for what she knew was coming. Yet even when she felt the expected prick of his bulbous head pressing against her wet centre she had to resist the urge to jerk away again, as had become the routine. Letting out a soft, becalming breath, she flexed her thighs and squeezed his hands, and pushed her body down on to his cock.

The moment the stiff phallus pressed inside her sensitive body she had to resist the urge to moan. She took one hand off his and covered her own mouth, biting her tongue for good measure. As slow as she was dropping her ass onto his lap, having him so close for so long, tempting and teasing her with what she couldn’t have, only made the actual penetration all the sweeter.

She was incredibly wet, and they both knew his thick member could have slid in with absolute ease, they also knew to be careful. Even pushing into her as gently as he was, Madison couldn’t help but whimper loudly. Being entered, his cock spreading her open, that sensation of snug and full rising up towards her stomach with every passing inch, it all felt too good not to vocalize, no matter how she tried.

It was having a similar effect on her brother. Her damp, warmth enveloped him and he exhaled with a groan of his own as his grip relaxed, though only for a second. That was all it took though, for Madison, who had been relying on Brandon to buttress her hovering body, to slip rapidly down the last few inches. The sudden drop made her spine arch as she lit ablaze by several shocks that pulsed up through her frame. Her teeth dug into the fattest part of her tongue as she suppressed a loud wail.

The twins paused, his dick sheathed to the hilt inside her pussy, and waited for their execution.

“Colin, take Audra back to the station.”

They relaxed again, confident they hadn’t been caught and, even better, the gate-crashers seemed to be leaving. At least, some of them. It was the woman with the older, commanding voice who ordered them away, implying that she would be staying behind. Madison's body didn’t get the memo though, immediately lifting her ass at the good news. Acting on pure need, she dragged her pussy walls up the length of his shaft until her sticky lips clung around his glans then dropped her ass right back down.

Their bodies met with a wet slap, sweat flinging from their skin. The clap resonated throughout the tent, adding to the grunts and sighs that they hoped the others outside couldn’t hear. But Madison was too far gone to stop now, already lifting her body up again the moment her labia locked snug around the root of his cock.

“W-wait.” Brandon growled despite himself, using his grip on her waist to keep her from falling back down on his cock.

With great ****, Madison paused. At first, she couldn’t hear what had worried Brandon, until, she realized, that was what worried him. There was a complete absence of voices or footsteps, or any indication that anyone was still outside. She imagined the four outside the tent waiting with breaths bated just as she was. She cursed her will power for giving out so soon. Even now the only thing keeping her from sitting down on his cock again was Brandon’s strong grasp, and she could feel even that beginning to waver.

It seemed that a millennium passed before she heard voices again. One she recognized as Kurt, the other the older woman, though they were speaking over each other so she couldn’t understand anything that was being said. But she had bigger concerns, quite literally. With a sigh, Brandon loosened his hold on her, allowing her to slam her ass down on his dick again, swallowing him until she felt that thick head lodged in her deepest parts. In fact, he wasn’t just letting her, he was helping, using his strength now to pull her down onto him, firm and hard.

Wordlessly, Madison bounced on Brandon’s lap, his cock slipping in and out of her wet tunnel. They gritted their teeth and tried not to moan, so the only sound was the slight clap of their bodies meeting at the bottom of every drop. Yet, despite their best efforts the tent still conspicuously shook. Every piece of the tent was connected, so every time her feet tensed against the polyester flooring the flysheet shuddered too.

Madison wondered how it looked from the outside and knew that she was risking a great deal. But she couldn’t stop herself now. Her brain felt light and dizzy, her body was moving on its own, gorging itself on her brother’s cock. It was evident that he felt the same. He pulled her down on to his dick, harder and harder, her twitching walls around his throbbing shaft driving him closer and closer to the climax he’d been denied earlier.

Neither one could stop now. They could only hope they lasted long enough for Kurt and his friend to leave. Because Madison was in no doubt, once Brandon came and his hot sibling sperm flooded her insides, she wouldn’t be able to hold back. Her voice would cry out no matter what. That last resistance was all that was keeping her mind together. Just the thought made a whimper slip past her lips and the hand covering her mouth.

“Kurt, is someone in that tent?”

Madison’s eyes went wide. This was really it this time. They’d finally been caught. Yet her body didn’t stop. Brandon was too far gone to intervene too. She looked back over her shoulder at his face and saw his terrified expression. Terrified at the question he clearly also heard, but terrified too at his own inability too stop himself or her from slamming right back down on his cock. Instead of slowing down, they were speeding up. If they were caught, they were going out together, fully fulfilled and utterly satisfied.

A sharp bolt of pleasure rising up her spine made her back spasm and she bowed her head, reaching out without a thought to steady herself. She grasped one of the fiberglass poles that supported the dome, causing the entire tent to jostle. Immediately realizing her mistake, she lifted her head hurriedly and listened through the clapping flesh and ****, labored breathing for more tidbits of conversation from outside.

“Why don’t you come say ‘hi’ to Victoria? She’s just at the cabin.”

_YES, KURT! _She could have screamed his name. Knowing Kurt was going to lead her away brought Madison almost as much satisfaction as the fat cock between her thighs. Almost. With an end in sight, she ground her teeth together and continued to fuck her brother as silently as possible.

“We’ll be back before you know it.”

The words were so loud, so much louder than anything else Kurt had said in the conversation, that Madison knew it was for their benefit. He was warning them to finish up soon. They made an act of holding off, staying quiet until the footsteps disappeared completely, but with the promise of being alone their bodies kicked into a higher gear.

Madison bounced faster on her brother’s lap, eagerly taking his cock, while Brandon gripped her tighter and helped her slide up and down his shaft, his own hips bucking now, pumping his cock back against her as she dropped to meet his thrust. The slap of their skin rang out even more powerfully, sweat flicking off and staining the sides of the tent. Hoping that no one could hear, Madison took her hand from her mouth and gripped another tent pole, stabilizing herself as she fucked him in earnest.

“Yes Bran, fuck me,” she cried out now that she was finally free to do so. “Fucking fill me up.”

“Goddamn, Maddie, you’re so fucking tight. You take this cock like no one else.”

Part of him wanted to relish in the feeling. Another part him knew that he didn’t have time for that. Anyone else could stumble upon the campsite at any second. A third, didn’t care either way. That part, the thick, aching part between his legs, just wanted to cum. He’d been brought so close before and having it denied only put him in a foul mood. The only way to make it dissipate was to release it all. And there was no better place than deep inside his sister’s sweet womanhood.

“Ooooh, shit, yeah, shit, just like that. Bounce on me just like that and I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum real soon.”

Her hands squeezed into fists tight around the tent poles, pulling the fabric taut as she alternated squatting and pull ups, working out on her brother’s cock. It was better than any exercise machine she’d ever used. She was practically sweating the calories off. And it hardly felt like exercising at all. The dull ache in her thighs paled in comparison to the pleasure flooding her veins from the thick tool pummeling her pussy.

“Give it to me,” she moaned in return. “I want it. I want to feel it. Cum, Brandon. Do it. Cum inside me.”

“You want it?” He taunted her as he dug his fingers into her side. He felt a churning in his balls and knew what came next. “Then take it. Take your brother’s cum. ‘cause here it fucking cums! ARGH!”

Even if he hadn’t declared it, she would have known from the feeling of his cock tensing up inside her. One final time she dropped down on to his lap with a satisfying clap. A heavy warmth spewed out deep inside her body, and the pleasure that came from it radiated through her whole body.

His cock went rigid and straight. The tip opened wide and shot rope after rope into his sister’s fertile tunnel. Her walls flexed around his shaft, squeezing out yet more of his seed, clamping harder with each convulsion. The hot sperm filling her up triggered her own orgasm. Every muscle in her body seemed to tense and contract. Her biceps bulged and her fists tightened. The poles above creaked from the pressure and, seconds later, the pegs gave way. She pulled the whole tent down around them, collapsing back against Brandon, shrieking in equal measures panic and pleasure as the structure melted into a polyester pool around them.

No longer standing, light struggled to penetrate the layers and the twins found themselves in darkness. In the pitch black they remained until they caught their breath, delicious oxygen replenishing a little of their strength.

“Brandon,” Madison whispered into the dark. “We need to get out of here.”

“Well, you’re on top of me, you know,” he reminded her light-heartedly, in a much mellower mood following his release.

“Oh, yeah.”

Taking a few more breaths, she peeled her skin from his and crawled forwards, using her hands to guide her since her eyes were lacking. She along the fabric, tracing the seams until her fingertips danced over the metallic teeth of the zipper. From there it was a simple matter of following the teeth like a ladder to the top where the pull remained. She crawled out, sucking in fresh air, so much more refreshing than the air inside the tent, stale and laced with sex. But, it was too good to be true, and she stopped moving when she saw that she wasn’t alone.

It was their shoes that she saw first. Two pairs of sneakers attached to two pairs of legs, one in joggers, the other in shorts, showing off his thick black calves. Past their waists they both carried a bundle of sticks in their arms, and she could see that the first man was white. Just beyond their sticks, peering down over their haul, she recognized their faces.

Gavin averted his gaze, while Trent just smirked jovially.

“This is how you tidy up, huh?”