Floating in a daze, Logan felt Mallory’s hands trace over his bulging crotch and begin to tease the buckle of his belt. “Damn” said Sandra “You weren’t kidding when you said you were impatient.” Mallory bit her lip, eyes flashing mischievously.
Logan felt as if he were in a dream, he had in fact had dreams similar to the situation he now found himself in, so out of incredulous disbelief he slowly asked “What are you two talking about?”
They both laughed melodiously,
“Come on, little one, we want to play” Sandra invited.
Little one. That’s what his older sister had always called him, even after he surpassed her in hieght. He found the term endearing, but this was the first time he felt a pulse of excitement at the words. Sandra’s red hair glistened like fire in the sun, which was just starting to make it’s evening journey. His sisters grasped his wrists and together they made their way to shore.
The soggy walk back to camp was slow and almost ethereal. He half listened to his sisters’ conversation ahead, and gathered they had been together for awhile. The pieces began to form a picture in his head, moving in together after college, their absence from the dating world, the subtle (and now not so subtle) hints whenever they were all together. He saw it now in the way they held hands, he could feel the energy they radiated with every breath. It was intoxicating.
Finally, they reached their camp. It was a clearing next to the base of a sheer cliff, just high enough to overlook the bay they had swam in. Ritually, Logan began starting the fire. The sharp, methodical scraping of his magnesium stick helped to settle his thoughts. It was not long before his sparks produced a smoldering ember, which he coaxed into a steady blaze. As if she was reading his mind, Sandra handed him a bottle of Jameson. “No one knows family better than family!” he said with a chuckle and his lopsided grin.
“That’s right,” Said Sandra as she cuddled into his crouched position.
Logan took a long swig then passed the bottle on to Mallory.
“So…. did you have this planned for a long time?”
“Sort of” Sandra replied. “We tried planning, but decided any sort of formal coming out may be awkward, but trying to corner you would be mean. We all love camping, so worst comes to worst, we blame it on hormones and move on with the trip.”
“We had a good feeling you’d be with us on it though,” said Mallory as she returned the bottle and pulled out cheese, summer sausage, and crackers. “We’ve always operated on the same wavelength or something. No one else feels right, this just…. does.” Logan had always felt perfectly understood by his sisters, but this level of transparency was relieving. They casually munched on the salty food and passed the bottle a few rounds as they reminisced. It wasn’t long before clothes were shed. It felt so normal to be naked with his sisters. It was as natural as breathing. He already knew their shape, but now his hands were free to become acquainted with every soft curve and dimple of their entwined bodies.
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