Gia and John go camping with their parents. While their relationship is still a secret, they find ways to spend intimate and physical time together -- whether it's in a sleeping bag at night or while on a day long hike on a woodland trail. After all, they can be themselves when prying eyes are not looking, not the brother and sister their parents mistake them to be.
This short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of anal sex. It is intended only for adult readers.
Excerpt:
I couldn’t sleep. All night, my mother and father snored like a pair of bears, and they were in their own tent. That’s how loud they were. Still, that’s not what was truly bothering me. I had curled up in my sleeping bag, and mere inches away, Gia blinked at me. She couldn’t sleep either, and it was likely for the same reason. This camping trip seemed like a good idea at the time, but it quickly became another family outing where Gia and I had to act like brother and sister, not the adult couple we desperately wanted to be. My foster-sister blinked at me a few more times.
“John, please?”
“No,” I whispered back. “What if we fall asleep? What if mom and dad poke their head in and…”
“Your mom and dad.” She scowled. “Not mine.” She slowly unzipped her sleeping bag and crawled out. “Please? Just for a little bit?”
“Oh, alright.”
Gia slowly unzipped my bag and crawled in with me. She guided my arm around her waist, and we cuddled together for awhile. I gave a couple of small smooches across her shoulders, and for a time, I was content with the quiet intimacy. I realized that, back at college and our apartment, sleeping together was something my foster sister and I now took for granted. Still, something I was afraid of happened. As I held Gia, the time away from her familiar body had exacted its toll. Her butt against my pelvis inspired a very unwanted erection. It became very stiff very quickly, and it pressed into the sweats she’d been wearing as pajamas.
“Oh, my,” she whispered. “What are we going to do about that?”
“Nothing.”
“Party pooper.”
“Well, you got any bright ideas?”
“Um, yeah.” She slowly and carefully reached for her purse . . .
