Memories of a horny night in June

My sister Tove and I were in our middle teens. We writhed in bed and couldn’t sleep. It was hot and humid outside and inside. We were camping, the two of us alone. That wasn’t unusual. We had done that since we were ten. The cabin was far into the woods and the mountains. We had cell phones and mommy called every ten minute or so during daytime.

Aside from that we had a great time, and it was about to turn even better.

Tove stood up from her bed and stumbled through the twilight towards the john. I watched her body in the moonlight and felt strange all over the body. It wasn’t like I didn’t know what this was. I had had it for a while, now, now and then. But it still felt strange, eerie.

When I turned in bed and stared at the wall it took a turn for the worse. I squeezed my thighs hard against each other and it turned very much worse. The gasp slipped from me no matter how much I did to prevent it. The sound from the toilet when sis took a leak sounded like thunder in my ears and I begged all non-existent gods that it would be loud enough for her not to hear me.

I pushed my right hand in between my thighs and my entire body turned rigid. My teeth gritted so hard in the attempt at keeping the sound in my throat from escaping that I feared I would ruin them. I began rubbing myself, back and forth, back and forth and everything just… faded away. Nothing existed but my hand and the beast down there.

A hand touched my shoulder. I shook and twisted around, and looked at Tove with an incredulous, dazed expression in my face.

- It’s so hot, isn’t it? She said, very cryptic.

She grabbed the blanket and pulled it aside, making room for herself, pushing herself at me.

- It itches, she whispered, - itches like hell.

She kissed me on my lips wet and hungry.

- Scratch me, she whispered. - Please!

My hand slowly sought down between her thighs, into the hot and wet bush. She released a slow moan, twisted her body and kissed me time and time again, and I finally returned her affection, twisted around until we lay chest against chest.

- What are we doing? I asked and shook at the high-pitched sound of my own voice.

- What difference does it make? She shrugged. – It isn’t like we are making babies or anything.

She grabbed my hair and pulled my head close to hers. This time the kiss was hard, demanding. I first felt the other hand on one of my breasts and then that it slipped down my belly, until it roamed my bush, my wet, warm bush. I moaned in need. She released a short, hard laughter.

- I knew it, she giggled darkly, - knew what a horny and eager bitch you are. I’ve listened how you’ve played with yourself at night, until you fall asleep.

- And what about you? I retorted angrily.

- I did it out in the hall the first time, right outside your room, she admitted. – I couldn’t even get back to bed in time and was terrified that mommy or daddy would come.

I caressed her cheek and she kissed my hand. I imagined her standing on her knees in the hall at our house and rubbing herself, until she fell hard on the floor and crouched there, breathing, breathing, breathing.

We started rubbing against each other. She kissed me on the neck and kept seeking downwards until she found a breast and started sucking on the nipple. It hardened in her mouth.

I threw the blanket out on the floor and we were able to watch each other, study each other for the first time without shame. Both of us were working out and were muscular and tight without being skinny. I imagined how an invisible observer stood on the floor, just a few steps away and was drooling at the sight of us and I turned even wetter. Sis felt it instantly and rubbed herself in added ardor against me.

- It’s happening, she murmured. – We’re doing it, actually doing it.

I squeezed her breasts, squeezed hard. She moaned aloud. I chuckled wickedly.

- You enjoy this, don’t ya?

She nodded with big and wet eyes. I kissed her hard and greedy, and started biting her shoulder and her neck and every possible place, really. She howled in joy.

We looked at each other with hazy eyes. Talk faded. Consciousness and thought waned to virtually zero as movements turned ever more aggressive.

What had started out hesitant and reserved grew slowly but surely in intensity and creativity. We knew what to do, had heard more than enough about it, and the rest instinct took care of. The stench of sweat and hot water and joyful howls filled the old cabin. I knew, knew beyond doubt, as we writhed in each other’s arms that this would continue, continue for a long time, and that no one, not family or friends could make us stop.

The dam keeping most of the hot water at bay broke, and we were overwhelmed by an intense sense of happiness, and everything became just indescribably joyful and huge.