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Joanne and I watched Sarah's car disappearing through the trees of Palisade Lake campgrounds as it took her back to the city, leaving the two of us to enjoy our week of isolation. The whole day had been one of discovery, not only of ourselves, but also of a part of us that we never suspected might exist. What had started out that day as a bit of exhibitionism had turned out to be something more intimate, more perverse, and more exciting than any of us would have guessed. We had all masturbated in the presence of each other, but Sarah's inability to make herself cum had called to both my sister and myself to help her achieve that sexual release that she so desperately wanted, but couldn't quite make happen. While Joanne had lovingly fondled and caressed Sarah's breasts, I had licked and sucked her swollen clit until she finally exploded in a much sought-after climax.

The experience had left all of us wanting something more, but none of us knew what, or how far we would comfortably go as a trio. We had silently acknowledged that we wanted to find out, although it was at Sarah's insistence that we postponed further exploration until the following weekend. Her hope was that my little sister and I would have the freedom to express our love for each other without restriction, that we would get to know one another more intimately, and that we would find enough love to make a place for Sarah in our little circle of lust. As much as I felt impatient to delve deeper into the realms of a threesome, and as my sister still tried to resolve the dilemma of her budding bisexuality, I knew Sarah was right. We did need the time to find ourselves, and each other. But it didn't change the fact that I wanted Sarah too, and so did my sister. It created an unspoken understanding between us that our interests were a little more far-reaching than anyone could have hinted.

"Jim," my sister broke the silence, "what just happened here this afternoon?" It was a question that had run through my mind as well, but for which I had no answer either.

"I'm not sure, Sis," I mumbled as though someone else might be listening in, "but I sure would love to find out. I could have killed that girl this morning, but now? Now I want to make love to her, and to you, and be a part of the loving between you two. Damn, this has gotten me confused!"

Joanne wrapped her arm around my waist and pulled me a little closer to her, and in reply I put my arm around her shoulders. We held each other that way, feeling very comfortable, and returned to the campsite to clean up after the supper all three of us had shared. It was only after I'd started another fire for the evening that Joanne came out of her reclusive shell, and opened up the discussion of what we were both feeling inside.

"Jim, remember when we first had sex together, and I wondered if I was a lesbian? I thought I'd found the answer when you made love to me that day. God, your cock deep inside me felt so good! I never wanted to have that feeling go away. I've loved you for my whole life, but that day, I fell in love with you, too. But this afternoon, when I was playing with Sarah's boobs, I wanted her and you, both at the same time. As if that isn't confusing enough, I wanted to be there while you had her, with the three of us all making love to each other. Shit, if you thought I was confused before, you ain't seen nothing yet! Am I right when I say that you'll help me find some answers? Are you still the same brother that I grew up with, the one that's always been there when I needed an ear to bend, a shoulder to cry on, and a friend to help sort out my mixed-up mind?"

I leaned forward in my chair as I extended both hands to my sister, offering her a place of refuge from the confusion of her dilemma, and she willingly accepted my offer. I could see the anguish of her soul by the look in her eyes and the worry on her face.

"Yeah, I'm still here for you, Jo. You've made me fall in love with you, and I promised myself that any time you needed me, I'd be there. This is no different. But as for being confused, I'm not sure which one of us is more so. Like you, all I wanted when I ate Sarah's pussy was to help her, to make that frustration of not being able to cum go away. But when she finally did achieve orgasm, and she flooded me with her juices, I wanted her, too. Not more than I want you, or less, but in addition to being your lover. And the really confusing part? When I saw you feeling her breasts up, I knew you wanted her as much as you've ever wanted me, and I wanted you to be able to have her without having to give me up. Even now, after we've had a couple of hours for the heat of that lust to die down, I still want that."

Joanne got out of her chair and came to me, sitting on my lap, holding me and pulling me tight to her vibrant young body. I looked up to see her face, and was greeted by her lips pressing on mine, her tongue pushing its way past my own lips as she sought to capture both my tongue and my heart. It felt like the most soul-searing kiss I could ever imagine existing. She held me prisoner like that for several minutes, my very existence hers to do with as she pleased, and I knew that I would never be able to live without this young woman as a major part of my life.

"I love you, Jim" she whispered as we finally broke apart. "Of all the guys I could be with right now, you're the only one that would love me like this, and still be able to understand my confusion the way you do. Would you be able to handle both Sarah and me as lovers, though? Not just Sarah and I together, but all three of us, loving each other, making love to each other, and being a part of each other's lives? Can you handle that? More to the point, would you want to try? I need to know, Jim, because I think I have a tough choice to make here. On the one hand, I really am falling in love with Sarah, and I can't deny it. But I love you too, and just as much as one girl can love a guy. I need your support if I'm to resolve this question inside me, and I do have to resolve it. Right now, I feel that I can count on you to be there."

I was still in a daze, and the confusion in my head wasn't getting any better. I suggested that we take a walk to clear our heads, hoping that the exercise might help us both sleep a little better that night. It was a warm night for April, and even though we needed sweaters, we left our jackets behind. Striking out on the trail that led around the lake, we walked closely together, Joanne's arm around my waist and mine over her shoulder. The silence combined with the warmth of my sister's body to settle an aura of peace over both of us, and I let my mind go blank. It was about fifteen minutes later that my sister said anything, but she sure got my attention.

"You think she's home yet?" Jo broke the silence. I glanced at my watch. Three hours since Sarah had left, and this was the first mention of her since just after she's left.

"Yeah, she should be. Hell, she'd better be, or I'm gonna smack her little ass. I wish our phones worked out here, because I'd feel a whole lot better knowing she was safe and sound. You too?" I responded.

"Yeah, I would. Funny thing though. This is the first time since just after she left that I've thought about Sarah, but now I can't help but wonder if she's alright. That's not an omen of some sort, is it?" I chuckled in an attempt to defuse the worry that we both felt for my sister's friend, but deep down inside, I had the same question. Trying to buoy my sister's spirits a bit, I pulled her tight to me, and she responded by laying her head against my chest, then leaning up and kissing me lightly on the cheekbone.

"I do love you, ya know" she whispered in my ear. "This thing with Sarah is kind of a fantasy, but with you, it's real, and it's something that I want as much as I need for you to want me, too." Then while still holding me with one arm, she somehow managed to wrap her other arm around my belly without missing a step. "Jim, maybe we should head back. Would you mind?"

"No, I don't mind. Why? Are you getting cold or something?" I inquired, ready to lend her my sweater if she was.

"Nope, not cold at all. It's just that the things I'm gonna do to you tonight are getting me so damned hot that I think I'm gonna have to rinse out these panties in the morning. So unless you want me to do you right here on this trail, I'd like to get back to the tent as soon as we can." There was that lustful tone of hers that made my blood boil, and I almost spun her around to chase her back. For some reason, though, I just wanted to tease her a bit.

"Right here on the trail, huh? Just what did you have in mind, Miss Houghton? Hmm?" I goaded her. Teasing a horny woman is never a good idea. Teasing my sister when she's horny is downright suicidal, as I was about to find out.

"Jim Houghton, are you daring me?" my little sister demanded. I hoped that keeping my big mouth shut would save my ass. Yeah right! Maybe on the day that pigs learn to fly, but this wasn't that day.

In some kind of retaliatory move, Jo let her hand drop from my belly to my groin, where she searched for my cock through my jeans, and began to rub it sensuously. Flaccid City instantly became a distant memory as my cock hardened under her fingers. I must have moaned in delight, because my sister giggled softly for a moment, then began to raise the temperature of my lower body, and the pressure of my bloodstream.

"You asked for it, Buddy," she growled with a malicious sexiness to her tone, "and now you're gonna get it. I'll make you cum if you don't behave, and you'd better do exactly as you're told!" I was vaguely aware of fingers on the front of my jeans, and heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. But when Joanne slipped her hand into my pants, I must have been wide-eyed to anyone that might have been looking. Not only did she have her entire hand in there, but she'd also managed to hook her fingers over the waistband of my briefs and inside their barrier. I felt her fingers wrap themselves around my cock, then begin to slide up and down my length. God, her touch felt so damned good. In retaliation, I slid my hand off her shoulder and down her back to her waist, finding that she was wearing something with an elastic waistband. I slipped past it and her panties, lightly rubbing her firm ass, my middle finger tracing itself between her cheeks until I felt her puckered little rosebud. Tentatively I pushed against it, and Joanne moaned with delight.

"Pull your cock out" she demanded, and I untangled myself long enough to do as I was told. Unfastening the button, I dropped my pants and removed my briefs, then pulled my pants back up so that my cock and my balls were hanging out the front, my erection pointing the way forward. I stuffed my briefs into one of my back pockets, then made myself prone to whatever my little sister had in mind. "Put you hand back in my ass again. Your finger on my hole feels so good" I was ordered. With my manhood that vulnerable, who was I to refuse? My fingertip found her brown one-eye, and I started to tickle her rear entrance again. It was just then that Joanne grabbed my throbbing cock and began to stroke me slowly but insistently. I could feel her milking my pre-cum out of my hole, smearing my juices the full length of me as she began to push and pull my cock with lustful determination. "More" was all she said, although it was all that needed to be said, and I eased my finger into her ass up to the first knuckle. "Deeper" she commanded, so I slipped my finger in to the second knuckle. "I said more" I was told, and in compliance, I sunk my entire finger into her rectum until I was buried as deep as I could get, then began to wiggle the tip as I started to finger-fuck her ass. "Mmm, that's better" she finally rewarded my efforts.
Still fondling each other, we started to walk back towards the campsite, me fingering her ass, and her stroking and jacking my cock. In the cool evening air, it had to be one of the most sensual acts of depravity I'd ever imagined. My cock continuously twitched whenever Jo's hand pulled on me as she slid from the base to the tip. She'd squeeze my purple helmet every time her thumb and forefinger ran over the ridge, milking more of my juice and smearing it all over my shaft as she returned from my cockhead to the base again. I didn't dare interrupt her with mere words, as there were enough groans of pleasure erupting from my chest to get the message across. What she was doing to me was heavenly.

"Jim, I love how you finger my asshole" my little sister growled lustfully. "I think I'm gonna wet my panties in a minute! You're gonna make me cum, you pervert! And just to get back at you, I'm gonna jack you off and make you spurt all over the place. How's that grab you, huh?" Just her threats were almost enough to make me cream, but I had one last ace to play in this little game.

"Finger yourself, Jo. I dare you" I murmured in her ear. My suggestion was met with the feel of her other hand sliding into her pants, then her panties, and the oscillating pressure of fabric being manipulated as she began to rub her finger over her clit.

"Oh God, yeah!" Joanne growled. "Too bad I'm wearing pants, or you could watch me, couldn't you. Wouldn't you just love to see my finger pumping in and out of my cunt right now? Damn, it feels so fucking good to play with myself, and jack you off too! Shit, I'm gonna cum in a minute, and hard, too!"

I was close myself, and Joanne's suggestive talk wasn't delaying my release any. She'd started really pumping me, with my finger following her rhythmic lead as it poked and prodded in her ass. I could feel her own fingers through the thin membrane between her two canals as she began to finger herself more intensely. Then suddenly, she leaned into my chest, jammed her fingers deep inside her cunt, and shook violently as she fought to get her breath back. I could feel her sphincter grab and release my finger spasmodically, and I knew that my little sister was standing in the middle of a forest trial, playing with her brother's hard cock that stuck out of his pants, and was orgasming like there was no tomorrow. In her lustful seizure, she'd stopped jacking me, but her grip on my cock remained as firm as ever. She must have stood like that for a full minute, letting the pleasure wash over her as I held her tightly to me with my free arm. When that rush finally let her out of its all-consuming grip, she resumed jacking my cock.

"Cum for me, Jim" she cooed. "Let me see you shoot your goo! God, I want to watch you go off!" By now, she was seriously pumping my shaft, and I could feel my balls lift as my cock filled with cum. In anticipation, I inhaled sharply and deeply, then let out a long low groan as the first rope of my seed shot up my shaft and out into the evening air, followed by several more equally intense strings. Jo moaned sensuously as I shot off my load, the result of her ministrations. The rapture of it all just about made me collapse as my leg muscles turned to jelly.

My sister continued to play with my cock until it became soft and floppy, her other hand holding me against her ass, forcing my finger to remain buried where it was. Still exposed out the front of my pants, and still gently pumping my finger in and out of her rear entrance, we made our way back to the campsite, silently revelling in our depravity. It was only just before we crawled into the tent that she let go of my cock, now semi-erect again, and I let my finger slip out of her ass, feeling the residual wetness of her juices that she'd leaked into her panties. God, I wanted to rip them off her body and suck on the crotch of them until I got every available drop of her juices! I even told her that, and I swear she shivered at some kind of lustful thought.

As soon as my sister was inside the tent, she quickly stripped down to nothing, then flashed her pussy at me. I was half-way through the flap when that sight smacked me in the eyeballs, and my cock was hard and straining once more. God, I wanted to bury myself deep inside her, then drive her out of her mind with want and lust. I think she was even hornier than I was, because she retrieved her juice-soaked panties and waved them in my face.

"Still want to suck on these?" Jo teased me. "I dare you to do it, right here in front of me!"

I thought, "To hell with you, little sister! I'm gonna do it, and make you squirm, right before I fuck you senseless!".

Grabbing her offered panties, I licked and slurped at the fabric, and the sight must have had the desired effect on her, for she let out a lustful groan. "Next time I jack you off," she growled, "I'm gonna make you cream your shorts, and do the same thing to you that you're doing to me right now! That should look disgusting, but it doesn't. It just makes me hornier than I already am."

I actually managed to find a decent amount of her flavour in those panties, then began to stare at her exposed pussy with a burning desire to lick and suck on her until my thirst was satiated. Without any other indication, I dove between her thighs, pushing them apart far enough to latch onto her inviting femininity, and as soon as I could get my lips onto her clit, began to suck it, tickling its engorged hardness with my tongue. Poor Joanne almost shot through the roof of the tent, and probably would have if she hadn't grabbed my head for an anchor. Within seconds, she flooded my mouth with a fresh flow of her juices. I sucked and licked her pussy until she came all over my face, screaming of her orgasm loud enough for an entire lakeside community to hear.

"Damn you, Jim Houghton, that's cheating! No fair making me that horny, then eating me out like that. Shit, I thought I was going to explode, you made me cum so fucking hard!" She gave me one of those "come hither" looks, and I complied with her bidding. Pushing her back onto the sleeping bags, I slid up her gorgeous body, burying my cock deep inside her as soon as I felt myself at her steaming hot entrance. In one long stroke, I was in her to the hilt, and immediately began pumping myself in and out of her cunt. I must had garnered her approval, because she clamped me deep inside her by wrapping her legs around my waist, rocking and humping against me just as strongly as I was fucking her. Every time I bottomed out, I could hear her grunt, then mewl with happiness at the pounding her hot, slippery young pussy was getting from her big brother. We both came hard, and at just about the same time. My sister was in no hurry to let me go, or allow my deflating cock out of her now-oozing cunt. Maybe she was trying to capture my full attention, because she refused to release her legs from around my hips as she kissed me long, deep, and hard for several minutes. Damn but she's good at that, and I was her happy slave for as long as she wanted me to be.

"I don't know what's gotten into you tonight, Jim, but whatever it is, I've gotta get me a big supply of it. That might have been the most unbelievable fuck we've ever had together. I suppose you're going to tell me that you were fantasizing about Sarah the whole time?" Talk about being called by a Siren, then slapped silly! I was almost hurt and insulted by what she'd said.

"As a matter of fact, I haven't thought about Sarah since we got back from our walk," I scolded her, "because the only woman in my heart right now is you! Maybe we'll both have Sarah next weekend, and maybe we won't. Until then, I refuse to let that girl try to push you out of my heart, Jo! So until she shows up again, can we please just keep this week as something special for you and I? That's what we came up here to do, and that's all I want this to be."

Joanne gave me a pouty look of remorse, both of us knowing what effect that would have on my anger. Sure enough, I folded like a limp rag, took my sister in my arms, and held her tight enough to almost push the breath right out of her. She celebrated her victory by pushing me over and attacking my poor defenceless lips again. There are wars that can't be won. This was one of them, and I surrendered without one lick of protest. Too easy, I tell ya!

"Sis, I've gotta crawl out and clean up our messy campsite, or we'll have bears in here by morning. You get some sleep and I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

Without waiting for an answer, I clambered back outside and began to organize things. My sister had quietly come out to help without my knowledge, so it was a bit of a shock when I heard something rattling as she picked up after us. I turned and she was back-lit by the setting sun's red fireball, her nipples standing proud and erect from the cool evening air. It was both an erotic and artistic sight, leaving me hypnotized with the vision of her. We finished our chores, then crawled back inside the tent, where she curled up against my belly spoon-style, pried open her butt cheeks and placed my cock against her inviting pucker.

"You love feeling me there against your asshole, don't you?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I do, for some perverse reason" she replied. "I have dreams of waking up with your hard cock buried deep in my ass, then falling back to sleep that way. Do me a favour? If you wake up in the night with a hard-on, stuff yourself up my ass and keep it there as long as you can? That idea's such a turn-on for me." I liked her idea, and promised myself that I'd have to try to satisfy that lustful fantasy of hers.

I woke up early the next morning still cuddled up to my little sister's back with my cock now straining and throbbing from a morning erection. Remembering what she'd asked me to do the previous night, I spit on my hand to give me some lubrication, wiped it on my cock, and slowly buried myself to her full depth, then somehow managed to fall back to sleep. When we both roused a few hours later, Joanne moaned delightedly at the present I'd given her, and slowly began to rock her hips, speeding up as she went, her pumping actions on me pulling a most intense load from my balls to her waiting ass. I began to fantasize what it would be like to wake up that way every morning for the rest of my life, and damned near fucked her again.

Our day was filled with making love, eating, making love, exploring the lake's trails, making love, relaxing and revelling in each other's company, and of course, making love. By the end of the week, there weren't too many ways we hadn't had sex, and even fewer places around the campgrounds that we hadn't used. By that Friday, we had made love so many times that we probably spent more time sleeping in each other's arms than being awake. I thought I'd need a week's vacation to recover from our week's vacation. Even my little sister looked worn out, but the warmth and love in our hearts still blazed as strongly as ever. It was about six o'clock that Friday evening that Joanne started asking me the time every fifteen minutes, eventually hitting one of the wrong buttons.

"Jo, what's with the time checks every fifteen minutes? You're driving me crazy, ya know. Why? What's so important that you need to steal my watch so I can get some peace and quiet?" I almost snapped at her, and she gave me a scowled look that told me I was in big trouble for asking.
"Sarah's supposed to be coming up, asshole, or have you forgotten last weekend?"

In truth, I hadn't, but we'd spent so much time together, Joanne and I, that I'd almost put Sarah out of my mind. I confess that I did have more than just a few fantasies of what might take place if and when she arrived. By the same token, every fantasy always included my little sister, the three of us loving and pleasuring each other as much as we could. I'd given myself several hand-jobs over those daydreams, most of which my little sister had watched, and she'd done the same. Any time I had a similar opportunity, seeing her with fingers inside her sex got me worked up to a feverish pitch. Now I wondered if she was fantasizing about the same girl I was whenever she masturbated. A part of me felt jealous, but most of me found the idea to be a real turn-on. Now that she'd mentioned it, I became as anxious to see if we'd have our weekend visitor as Jo was.

"She won't get here much before eight at the earliest, so why don't we both relax and ... I don't know, maybe go for a walk?" I volunteered. Sis gave me a menacing scowl, letting me know exactly what she thought of my idea, and I had to admit that even I found it to be a little lame. Now that the subject had come up, all I could think of was to do something to keep my fantasies diverted away from the hoped-for weekend activities. The more I tried to avoid thinking about Joanne, Sarah, and I together, the stronger their influences became in my head.

"Jo, if we don't do something to get our minds off Sarah and this coming weekend, I'm going to go out of my mind. Work with me on this one, Sis?" I pleaded, and she grabbed me, held me tight, and did what she's always done so well. She was there for me once again, and I loved her for that part of who she was. We took a long stroll along the lakeshore, and for the first time that whole week, we even kept our clothes on and our hands out of each other's pants. Looking back on it, we put ourselves through Hell on that walk.

Just as we got back to the campsite, a familiar car drove up, with Joanne almost ripping the door off before it stopped moving, and there was Sarah. The two girls hugged each other for a lot longer than good friends usually do. I caught Sarah looking my way, inviting me to make some kind of move to join in. As I put my arms around both girls, Sarah leaned into me and pressed her lips against mine. I felt her tongue probing and seeking entrance to me, and when I opened myself to her, I was also aware of Joanne nibbling on my earlobe as she explored my inner ear with as much passion as her girlfriend was expressing. I'm not sure which one of us was happiest, and I doubt it even mattered. This was shaping up to be a weekend that would deliver much more than it had promised.

"I think this has been the longest week of my life" Sarah exclaimed as we unlocked our lips. "All I've been able to think about was what happened last weekend, and not just the stuff in the tent. I'm dying to hear how you two got along, and if you managed to find what it was that you came up here for." She paused to look deeply into both our eyes, then asked one of those questions that really shouldn't need to be answered, unless you're making love to your own sister. "Are you two still together, or has the passion died at all? God, I was so afraid that I'd come back here and find that you two had broken up. My worst fear hasn't happened ... has it?"

I kissed Sarah's lips gently, then Joanne's much more urgently before I answered.

"No we haven't gotten around to killing each other off yet, although I think this little minx of a sister might be plotting to fuck me to death. There's been more of that in the last week than the average teen gets in a whole year, I swear. I sure hope you're a little less demanding than Joanne, because I think I'm overdue for a vacation from our vacation."

"Shut up, Jim!" Joanne barked. "I haven't asked you for more than you were willing to give, and you bloody well know it! Sheesh! The way you tell it, you'd think I was a nymphomaniac or something!" My sister gave me a loving swat across the shoulder before she turned her conversation to Sarah. "At least he still pays attention to me. But he's been absolutely wonderful all week, and I think I love him more now than I did when we first arrived. Tell you a secret, though, Sarah. I think he wants you almost as much as he wants me. We haven't talked about it much, but you should have seen him checking his watch this evening. Every five minutes, wondering how long before you got here! You'd think he was going to get some heavy-duty loving from both of us!"

"Me?" I burst in. "Who was it that kept asking me the time every fifteen minutes, huh? Geez, Sarah, if you hadn't shown up when you did, she'd have gone absolutely insane, I swear!"

"Umm, I take it that you both missed me?" Sarah asked hesitantly. "All I've had on my mind is the possibility of being with you two again ... and not as an uninvited guest this time. Am I reading too much into this? I brought a small tent and a sleeping bag, just in case." I could see the apprehension in her expression, and it was a toss-up which one of us wanted to ally her fears the fastest.

"Oh, I think we can fit three of us in that sleeping bag or ours," I reassured her, "unless you'd rather not. I'll warn you that if you set up your tent, both of us are gong to wear out the ground between the two. I assume that's what you were referring to?" Sarah's facial expression relaxed, and was replaced with a huge grin of happy relief. She pulled both of us to her, sharing her kisses equally. As I held Joanne's waist with one arm, I let my other hand slip down Sarah's back and cupped one of her ass cheeks, amused but not shocked to find that my sister had done the same thing. Jo leaned back enough to catch my eye, and the combination of her wicked grin and that lustful twinkle in her eye let me know that she was looking forward to whatever transpired as much as both Sarah and I were.
Umm, girls," I broke the ice, "are we going to just stand here all night, or are we going to admit that we're all looking forward to exploring this weird situation we're in? At the risk of having to borrow Sarah's tent, I'll admit that I'm looking forward to being with both of you, and giving you two as much of myself as I have to share. I think I can safely say that Joanne is of the same mind. Am I right, Sis?" She nodded her head as that happy grin flashed in front of Sarah and I, then kissed her friend's lips with feminine tenderness.