Letting my brother fuck me on camping trip

The night air had a seductive chill to it, the kind that crawls beneath your skin and sends a shiver down your spine, making you hyper-aware of every breath, and every beat of your heart. I could feel it all too well, the way the cold wrapped around me like an invisible cloak, reminding me how far we were from civilization. The fire crackled softly in front of me, its warmth caressing my legs, barely cutting through the crisp mountain air.

We’d always come to this spot as kids—Jake and I—just the two of us, tucked away from the world. But it had been years since our last camping trip together. Now, here we were, older, supposedly wiser, yet somehow more lost in this wilderness than we’d ever been before.

I leaned back on the mossy log, stretching my long legs out in front of me, letting my boots hover over the flames. The glow from the fire flickered across my smooth, tanned skin, making it glisten in the dim light. My shorts, black and form-fitting, clung to my hips, leaving little to the imagination. The tank top I wore was just as revealing, the thin fabric brushing against my cleavage, highlighting every curve as I moved.

“Still cold?” Jake’s voice broke through my thoughts, a deep rumble that vibrated in my chest. He was across the fire, his eyes on me, or maybe it was the fire—I couldn’t tell.

“Just a little,” I replied, my voice a low purr that surprised even me. I wasn’t usually this flirty with him, but something about the night, the fire, the isolation, made me feel bold.

Jake smiled, that crooked grin that used to get him out of trouble in school, and probably still did. His dark hair was tousled from the hike, his stubble giving him that rugged look that I knew girls went crazy over. But tonight, it was just us. No girls fawning over him, no distractions—just the two of us and the untamed forest surrounding our little camp.

He stood, moving around the fire towards me, the heat of his body almost as palpable as the flames themselves. His broad shoulders cast shadows across the ground, his jeans clinging to his muscular thighs as he walked. I felt a flutter in my stomach, something that had no business being there. This was Jake—my brother, my best friend. But tonight, the lines seemed blurred, the boundaries not as clear as they used to be.

“Here,” he said, draping his flannel shirt over my shoulders, his fingers brushing against my neck. A shock of electricity ran through me at the contact, and I saw his eyes darken as if he’d felt it too.

“Thanks,” I murmured, pulling the shirt tighter around me. It smelled like him, like pine needles and sweat, with a hint of something sweet I couldn’t quite place. I breathed it in deeply, feeling an odd comfort in the scent.

Jake sat beside me on the log, close enough that our thighs touched. I could feel the warmth of his body seeping into mine, even through the layers of fabric between us. We sat in silence for a moment, the fire crackling softly, the only sound between us.

“It’s good to be back out here,” Jake finally said, his voice softer now, almost tender.

“Yeah,” I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper. “It feels like forever since we did this.”

He nodded, his gaze still fixed on the fire. “Life gets in the way, I guess.”

Life. What a messy, complicated word. We’d both changed so much since our last trip, and had been through so much. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, wondering if he was thinking the same thing.

“I missed this,” I admitted, my voice cracking just slightly. “Missed us.”

Jake turned to look at me then, really look at me, his eyes searching mine. There was something in his gaze, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. It made my heart race, my breath catch in my throat.

“I missed you too, Tara,” he said, his voice rougher now, more intense.

My name on his lips sent a shiver down my spine, a wave of warmth flooding through me despite the cold. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to respond to the way he was looking at me, the way his presence seemed to engulf me.

But I didn’t have to say anything. Jake leaned in, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly across my skin. My breath hitched, my heart pounding in my chest as he moved closer, his lips inches from mine.

“Tara…” he whispered, his breath hot against my lips.

And then he kissed me.

It was soft at first, tentative as if he was waiting for me to pull away, to push him back. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. The feel of his lips against mine, the taste of him, was intoxicating. I found myself kissing him back, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

The fire crackled louder, the flames dancing higher as if reacting to the heat between us. I felt his hand slide down my back, pulling me into him, our bodies pressing together. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I opened for him, letting him in, letting him take what he wanted.

I moaned softly into his mouth, the sound escaping before I could stop it. Jake groaned in response, his hand moving to the small of my back, lifting me slightly so that I was almost in his lap. I could feel every inch of him, every hard line of his body pressed against mine. It was overwhelming, the intensity of it all, the way he made me feel.

“Tara…” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire.

My name had never sounded so good, so right. I kissed him harder, my hands roaming over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt, the way they tensed under my touch. His hands were on me, everywhere, sliding under my tank top, caressing my bare skin, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“I need you,” he whispered, his voice a desperate plea.

And God, I needed him too. More than I’d ever needed anything in my life. I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, seeing the same need, the same desire reflected there. There was no turning back now, no pretending that this wasn’t happening, that we didn’t want this.

“Then take me,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.

Jake didn’t need to be told twice. He stood, lifting me easily in his arms, carrying me to the tent we’d set up earlier. I could feel the strength in his arms, the way he held me so effortlessly, so securely. My heart raced as he laid me down on the soft blanket inside the tent, his body hovering over mine.

He looked down at me, his eyes dark with lust, his chest rising and falling with deep, ragged breaths. I could see the conflict in his gaze, the hesitation, but I reached up, pulling him down to me, kissing him again, harder this time, more demanding.

There was no going back. No second thoughts. I wanted him, and I knew he wanted me to.

Jake’s hands were on me again, pulling my tank top up, over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes roamed over my body, his gaze heated, appreciative. I could feel his hands on my skin, sliding down my sides, over my breasts, caressing every inch of me.

“Tara…” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re so beautiful.”

His words sent a shiver through me, a wave of warmth flooding my body. I could feel the desire building inside me, the need for him growing stronger with every passing second.

“Jake…” I whispered, reaching for him, and pulling him down to me.

He kissed me again, his hands sliding under the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down, off my legs. I was bare before him now, vulnerable, but I didn’t care. I wanted this, wanted him, more than anything.

Jake’s hands were on me, exploring, teasing, driving me wild with desire. I could feel the heat of his touch, the way his fingers traced every curve, every line of my body. His lips followed the path of his hands, kissing, tasting, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I moaned softly, my body arching into his touch, needing more, craving more. Jake’s hands slid lower, teasing the edge of my panties, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“Jake…” I gasped, my voice trembling.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, his lips curling into that crooked grin that I loved so much. He slid my panties down, leaving me completely bare before him. I felt exposed, but in the best way, the way that made my heart race and my breath catch in my throat.

Jake’s hands were on me again, exploring, caressing, driving me wild with desire. His fingers brushed against the most sensitive part of me, and I gasped, my body trembling with need.

“God, Tara…” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this for so long…”

His words sent a thrill through me, a wave of pleasure that made my toes curl. I could feel the desire building inside me, the need for him growing stronger with every passing second.

“Please, Jake…” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He slid his jeans off, his movements quick, eager. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his cock as it pressed against my thigh. I reached down, wrapping my hand around it, feeling the girth of him, the way he pulsed with need.

Jake groaned, his head falling back as I stroked him, my hand moving up and down his length. He was so big, so hard, and I could feel the anticipation building inside me, the need for him to be inside me, filling me up.

“Tara…” he moaned, his voice low and rough. “You’re killing me…”

I smiled, my hand still wrapped around him. “Then make me stop,” I whispered, my voice teasing.

Jake growled, his hand wrapping around my wrist, pulling my hand away from him. He moved over me, his body pressing mine into the soft blanket beneath us. I could feel the weight of him, the heat of him, and I wanted more.

He kissed me again, his tongue delving into my mouth, exploring, tasting. I kissed him back, my hands roaming over his body, feeling the muscles beneath his skin, and the way he tensed under my touch.

I could feel his cock pressing against me, the tip nudging against my entrance. I was so wet, so ready for him, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Jake,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Please…”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He slid inside me, filling me up completely, stretching me most deliciously. I moaned, my head falling back as he filled me, my body trembling with pleasure.

Jake started to move, slow at first, building up a steady rhythm as he thrust inside me. I could feel every inch of him, the way he filled me up, the way he touched me most intimately.

“Tara…” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “You feel so good…”

I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper inside me. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, the need for more growing stronger with every passing second.

Jake’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. I could feel the pleasure building inside me, the tension coiling in my stomach, my thighs. I was so close, so ready to explode.

“Jake…” I moaned, my voice trembling. “I’m so close…”

He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, his body tensing. I could feel him swelling inside me, the way he pulsed with need.

“Tara…” he groaned, his voice low and rough. “I’m cumming…”

And with that, he thrust inside me one last time, deep and hard, filling me up completely. I could feel him pulsing inside me, the warmth of his release spreading through me. It was the most intense, most incredible feeling, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I cried out, my body trembling with pleasure as I came, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. Jake collapsed on top of me, his body spent, his breath hot against my neck. We lay there, tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts racing.

The fire crackled softly outside the tent, the only sound between us. I could feel Jake’s heart beating against my chest, the way his breaths slowed as he came down from his high. I could feel the connection between us, the way we fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle.

“That was…” Jake started his voice barely above a whisper.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, my voice just as soft.

Jake nodded, his head resting against my shoulder. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Incredible.”

We lay there, wrapped up in each other, the night air still chilly around us. But I didn’t feel the cold anymore. I was warm, so warm, and it had nothing to do with the fire outside.

I knew we couldn’t stay like this forever, that we’d have to go back to the real world eventually. But for now, I was content to stay here, in this tent, with Jake. Just the two of us, lost in the wilderness, with nothing but each other and the fire to keep us warm.

It was a night I knew I’d never forget, a night that would be etched into my memory forever. A night that proved that sometimes, the best memories are the ones that are the most unexpected.

As I drifted off to sleep, wrapped up in Jake’s arms, I knew that this was one memory I’d cherish for the rest of my life.