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   It started out simply enough: a family camping trip to a   
   hilly region in a neighboring state.   But Dad neglected   
   to check out the weather report (as dads will) before we   
   set off.  During  the four-hour  trip over  back-country   
   roads  far  from  civilization,  the skies grew steadily   
   darker. Within minutes of arriving at a remote campsite,   
   we found ourselves abandoning the setup of our tents and   
   gear and scrambling for the only shelter available,  our   
   four-wheeler, as the skies opened.   Luckily,  Dad and I   
   had  the  presence  of mind to cover our belongings with   
   the  tents  before  ducking  for cover.   Unfortunately,   
   however, we were all soaked to  the  bone by the time we   
   reached the truck.   
      
   So there we were, peering glumly through the downpour at   
   our stuff.   My  sister,  Karen,  knew  better  than  to   
   criticize Dad, so she started on me, instead. "Nice job,   
   Kevin.  Now we're all  soaked  and  you  left  the extra   
   clothes out there."   
      
   I would have punched her,  but  she  was  in  the  front   
   passenger  seat  and  I was on the driver's side in back   
   and I would have had to reach  across  my Mom next to me   
   to get at her.   
      
   "Never mind," Mom said as Dad grumbled under his breath.   
   We were  all left alone to our thoughts as the rain kept   
   on, and on, and on.  I turned around to  take  inventory   
   of what we did have in the truck and came up with 1 tat-   
   tered old  beach  blanket  (with sand),  a wind breaker,   
   and an old canvas tarp. Everyone was starting to shiver,   
   but Dad refused to turn on the truck.    "If we run this   
   heater for any length of  time  we won't have enough gas   
   to get back down the mountain," he informed us.   
      
   "Well,  I've had  about  enough  of  these wet clothes,"   
   Karen announced, and started to  unbutton  her shirt.  I   
   stared,  mouth agape,  but before  she  opened  it,  she   
   whirled,  snatched  the  windbreaker out of my hands and   
   said "Turn around you pervert, while I put this on."   
      
   I gulpingly did so,  while  I  heard Dad say "What about   
   me?"   
      
   "Oh Daddy, you've seen me naked before."   
      
   I heard my  Dad  kind of gulp,  then he said "But,  umm,   
   you've really grown up, now."   
      
   "Okay, all finished," she said.  "Here, shithead, spread   
   these out behind you."  And  she  tossed  me  her jeans,   
   shirt and (gulp) bra.  I could only see the  windbreaker   
   from here,  but  Dad  must  have  been  able  to see her   
   panties.   
      
   Now, I hadn't thought about my sister naked before,  but   
   the  image  was  definitely  coming  to mind now,  and I   
   realized it would  have  been  a very exciting thing.  I   
   imagined her 18-year-old body, slim,  supple,  with full   
   breasts.  I had  never  seen  them  before,  but my mind   
   filled in the  details from clues I had:  Karen  in  her   
   nightgown,  Karen  at  the  beach,  Karen in a tank top.   
   Karen  naked  suddenly  seemed  like  a very fine thing.   
   Karen cupping her tits, Karen sucking a cock, Karen.....   
      
   "Kevin?"   
      
   "Huh, what?"   
      
   "I said,  your  sister  has  the right idea.   Would you   
   please hand me that tarp and turn around."   
      
   "Yeah, sure."   
      
   My MOM naked,  now there was a mind-blower.  She was 42,   
   but  still trim,  with full hips and,  from what I could   
   tell,  firm,  full breasts.  I started fantasizing about   
   her next, but with audio as well,  since I'd often heard   
   her passionate moans as she made love to Dad.   Within a   
   few minutes,  I had the all clear to  turn around again.   
   In the meantime,  Dad  had  taken the  blanket and I was   
   left with nothing.  So I stayed  in  my wet clothes with   
   the  rest of my family down to their skivvies but warmly   
   wrapped up.  With a shrug I turned  to  the  window  and   
   tried to sleep.   
      
   I must have been asleep for an hour,  it  was fully dark   
   outside,  and  I  woke  up  shivering  in  my  still wet   
   clothes.  Figuring that  neither  they  nor  I would dry   
   with me still in them, I stripped to my shorts,  huddled   
   back up on the seat, and tried to get back to sleep. But   
   I was still cold,  so I snuck a portion of the tarp away   
   from Mom and tucked  my  legs  under  it.  As I tried to   
   settle into a comfortable position,  I managed to glance   
   over at my sister asleep in the front.   She was leaning   
   against the door with her  head  back  and  hugging  her   
   knees to her chest.  I  noticed  her  panties  pulled up   
   tight against her crotch.  Leaning  a  little  closer, I   
   felt I could see the lips of her pussy clearly  outlined   
   against the thin nylon!   
      
   I settled  back  into  my  corner  of the back seat and,   
   despite the incongruous situation,  took the opportunity   
   to surreptitiously rub my hard-on through my  shorts.  I   
   figured that, with luck, I could bring myself off and no   
   one would be the wiser.   But as I really started to get   
   into it, my Mom stirred next to me on the seat, awakened   
   by the vibrations. So I shut my eyes and pretended to be   
   shivering (not much of a stretch.)   
      
   "Kevin,   honey,"   she  whispered  gently,  shaking  my   
   shoulder.   
      
   "Huh?" I asked, fake sleepily.   
      
   "Come here.  You're  shivering  so  much  it woke me up.   
   Share this tarp with me."   
      
   "OKAY!" I thought! "Ah-huh"  I  mumbled,  acting noncha-   
   lant.   
      
   I snuggled under the tarp, up against her bare shoulder.   
   Here I was,  mostly naked under  covers  with my  mostly   
   naked Mom, but honestly my first feelings were of relief   
   at the blessed warmth I found there.    But as soon as I   
   started to get warmed  up myself,  my throbbing  hard-on   
   reasserted itself.  Feigning sleep, I assessed our posi-   
   tions.  She was sitting up,  her feet on the floor,  but   
   leaning kind of away from me and against  the wall, with   
   her arms crossed.  I had my  legs  curled  up behind me,   
   with my head on her shoulder and my  knee touching hers.   
   My right  hand  lay  on  the seat between our thighs, my   
   left held our  tarp  up  under  my  chin.  My  mind  was   
   whirling,  trying to find some  way to take advantage of   
   this.  But destiny took a hand, literally.   
      
   I was slowly pressing my right hand onto her thigh, pre-   
   tending to snuggle in closer to her.   My  plan  was  to   
   have it end up 'innocently' resting on top of her thigh.   
   Later,  too,  I would try to drop the tarp a little so I   
   could get a gander at those tits.   But before I had any   
   chance to try any of  this  penny-ante  perversity,  Mom   
   reached over and patted me on the thigh  just a   
   little gesture of affection.   But as she drew her  hand   
   back, her wrist brushed against my hard-on. Gasping, she   
   froze. But I instinctively sighed and pretended to still   
   be out cold.   I couldn't believe it when she hesitated,   
   then gave me another pat ,  this time  right on   
   my dick!   
      
   I nearly jumped her right there, but kept up my charade.   
   My dick had its own ideas however,  and jumped  when she   
   touched it.  I couldn't believe this, this was too good.   
      
   Tentatively, she rested her hand directly on my dong and   
      
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