Teenage Camping Disaster: Sibling Seduction and Hidden Emotions on a Fateful Adventure

CAMPING TRIP

I was out of breath and sweating; everywhere on my body was aching and millions of thoughts flew around and tumbled in my head. My sister was below me, her entire body covered in a thin layer of sweat, leaving a glow to her skin when the evening sun beamed down on her. She looked up at me, flashing that charming smile she always abused while biting her bottom lip, her eyebrows curling up to a sad, anxious expression. Her damp curly hair matted down around that angelic face while her small tank top clung to her form and flawless curves, not leaving much to imagination, especially after that rigorous episode that just happened.

The fuck did I just do? Am I stupid? Does she blame me? She totally did this. She knows that, right?

I breathed in deeply and closed my eyes, shaking my head and letting out a slow, assuring breath while I grasped her hand and pulled her up onto the embankment; the various tattered and destroyed equipment lay at the bottom of the gulch, including her tent and sleeping bag. I glanced back at my friends who were on the ground laughing, while some others, mostly their girlfriends, gave us pitiful looks, asking if we’re okay.

I re-check the straps on my backpack and pull them extra tight for safe measure, while my now bare-back younger sister clings to my waist to avoid falling.

“Yep, all good. Sh-.. I should have checked to make sure everything was fastened before we cleared that.”

Hannah mouthed a silent ‘sorry’ while looking up at me. I shook my head and smiled, ruffling her hair a bit and pulling her along with the back of the group of teenagers, only minutes away from our campsite.



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