Just Follow Your Instincts

Story codes: Mf, inc, cons

The following is a work of fiction.

Part 2 of 2

Since it was Friday morning, I was able to catch Professor Hinton
in his office. I had rationalized in my mind that he really
wouldn't care, because except for the additional food, the cost
would be the same and there would be an extra pair of hands to do
the work. I actually didn't know how useful Christine would be in
an extended outdoor environment, especially after the earlier
camping incident, but I figured we could send her back if it
wasn't working out. I was prepared with a bunch of reasons to
tell him why this would be good, but it turned out to be much
easier than I thought.

Professor Hinton immediately thought it was a good idea, mostly I
think, because now he could now take his wife along. She had been
reluctant to be the only female on such a long camping trip but
now agreed to go.

I made up some checklists on the train trip back to Durango,
lists of clothes and equipment that Christine would need, and
also all the things we would need to do to get her ready. I
whispered in her ear, "I'm not going to put this on the list, but
be sure you stock up on enough feminine supplies." She squeezed
my knee and smiled. Maybe she just hadn't smiled before then, but
I think that was when I realized what a really nice smile she
has.

We stayed in Durango Friday night at the same hotel as before. I
had never spent the night in the same bed with some else before
last night so I never realized how warm it is when two people
sleep that close together. I thought I would take the initiative
this time so when I slipped into bed beside her, I put my arm on
her shoulder, just like she had done to me the night before. The
moment I did that, she responded by scooting back toward me, then
reaching back to place my stiff cock between her butt cheeks. In
the morning, we had breakfast and then drove the 350 miles to
Denver.

That weekend in Denver, a pattern started to develop in our love
making. I love the feeling of waking up with Chris close to me. I
would roll over onto my back and she would scoot close, lay her
head on my shoulder and drape one leg over the top of mine. We
would manually stimulate each other and then, when she was ready,
she would climb on top of me and go at it with reckless abandon.
When she was mostly spent, she would collapse on my chest, we
would roll over together and I would fuck her nice and slow.

On Monday morning, Chris and I met with the professor at his
home. We went over the plan for how we would spend the next three
months. He had picked out several spots where there was a canyon
wall that was flat enough, faced the right direction, and was
accessible without too much trouble. We would drive his truck as
close as we could to each of these places, set up a base camp
close to water, place the sensors on the canyon wall, collect the
data, take everything down and move to the next spot.

We would be camping and cooking in some pretty remote places but
periodically go into town to spend the night. That way we could
get a real shower and sleep in a real bed. I wasn't at all sure
how Chris would take all of this, but she seemed ready. In fact,
she seemed eager for an adventure.

In the afternoon, Chris went off with the Professor's wife to get
hiking boots, camping clothes, back pack, and the rest of what
she would need. The Professor and I mapped out our route. We
spent some time calibrating and checking out equipment. Then we
gave Chris a few quick lessons in belay, packed the truck, and
drove off.

Most of the rest of the time it was pretty boring, hard, hot
work. Everywhere we went the scenery was terrific. Many times we
had to hike quite a distance hauling all of the equipment.
Sometimes we had to make two trips so we were all thankful there
was four people. Chris was a real trooper throughout the whole
ordeal. Unlike the trip out, she pitched in and never complained.
I would climb up and down rock faces while Chris belayed me.

Professor Hinton knew the territory very well and would often
take us on some interesting side trips to see the tremendous
views. There were several places in particular that captured our
interest. One we came to call the Mesa. It was a large rock
outcropping that actually hung out slightly over a fairly large
canyon. You could look out across a big chasm to more rock and
desert far away on the other side. But as far as you could see,
there was not another living person.

We set up camp close to there on Thursday, July 14. Professor
Hinton and his wife went back to town that day to pick up some
more food supplies and also a cable for our measuring equipment.
They left right after lunch. Since it was a two hour hike to the
truck and then another two hours to drive into town, they planned
to spend the night in town before heading back. Professor Hinton
and I talked it over in the morning and we figured out how we
could connect the equipment in a different configuration and
collect data twice as fast. However, in order to do that we
needed an additional sensor cable so he hoped to pick one up or
have one sent.

Chris had just had her period. Chris has short menstrual periods
but they are very intense ones. I wondered if that is why he
chose that time to go back to town. While Chris and I waited for
our dinner to cook, we talked about what we might do tonight. We
decided to eat dinner early today so we can sleep on the top of
the mesa that night.

It took us 45 minutes to hike up there with sleeping bags and a
few supplies, but it was worth it. We sat for a long while, just
looking out at the valley below. You are so high up and there is
not another sign of civilization as far as you can see, which is
a long way. Then, as it was getting dark, we stacked up the
sleeping pads and bags and made love in our usual style. That is,
Chris on top first until she comes a few times, then Chris on her
back with me on top. When we finally rolled over for my turn, it
was dark. I took my time and she didn't rush me. We are now able
to go through our whole routine with out saying a word, which
suits My Sister Of Few Words just fine.

When I finally slid out of her and collapsed on my back beside
her, I looked up and all I could see were stars. It was a very
dark night and way up where we were camped there were no other
lights around. You can see plenty of stars on a night like that,
but I wasn't sure how many of the stars were in the sky and how
many were in my head. You see, when I have sex with Chris my
orgasms are so intense it sometimes seems like time stops and I
pass out. They are so intense they would be painful except for
the fact they feel so good.

Remember all those girls I said I wouldn't trade Christine for?
Well, I wouldn't trade a week in bed with all of them at once for
one night with Christine.

It was pitch dark but after a few moments, I was able to make out
her face. She was lying on her side resting on one elbow, looking
down at me with an amused smile. I sat up slightly and planted a
kiss on her lips before I collapse back down. She leaned over and
kissed me long and deep and passionately.

It was a warm night so we didn't mind lying there for a while,
naked, enjoying the after glow of our love making. Eventually, we
both stood up, careful because of the darkness, and spread out
the sleeping pads and bags. I started to pull on my shorts but
when she slipped into my sleeping bag, I changed my mind and
slide in beside her.

When I woke up the morning, Chris was already up, on top of our
pile of clothes, sitting with her knees bent, the bottom half of
her body tucked under the sheet. A slight breeze blew by and she
shivered a little, goose bumps forming on her arms and making her
nipples flush. I adjusted my position so that I could see the sun
coming up just beyond her breasts. I just laid there a while,
enjoying the view.

When she noticed me watching her, she leaned over, kissed me long
and soft on my mouth. Then she rubbed her hands over my chest and
kissed my nipples, my navel, and when she thought I was
sufficiently hard, she straddled my waist and lowered herself
over my eager cock.

As we were packing up to head back, Chris took something out of
her pack, stood on the edge of the mesa and threw it as far as
she could. As she watched it sail down into the canyon,  I said,
"Hey! I saw that! That's not a good wilderness practice! What was
that?"

She said, "Just some old make up."

I said, "Oh. In that case, maybe the geckoes can use it." I would
have chastised her some more but I knew what she was doing,
throwing out something from her old life.

We spent a lot of time together that Summer, often just the two
of us working at some spot about a mile or so from camp.
Professor Hinton would be analyzing data and planning the next
layout at camp while Chris and I installed the equipment on some
rocky cliff face. We got familiar enough with each other that we
would often break up the boredom with some form of hijinks.

One time I was working on a particularly high rock face when she
started to let me down too fast. In fact, I thought for an
instant that something had happened and she had let go all
together. Just before I hit the ground she stopped my fall and
gently let me down the rest of the way. She was laughing
hysterically, not like the 'ha ha this is a joke' laugh that she
put on during the police encounter at the motel. No, this was a
big, from the gut, laugh. I unfastened the rope as fast as I
could and took off after her. She had a good head start but I
caught up with her when she tried to hide behind a large boulder.
I finally grabbed her, pushed her to the ground and started to
tickle her. She begged me to stop, "Wait! Wait!" I was suspicious
of some sort of trick, but being the kind, patient big brother
that I am, I let her hands free.

She took something from the pocket of her jeans and handed it to
me. It was a wadded up piece of paper, the wrapper from a tampon.
With a sly smile she said, "That was from two days ago." Even
though I am an avid environmentalist, in this case the wet spot
on the sand couldn't be helped.

We finished up the Summer right on schedule and arrived back at
the Professor's house on Thursday, August 25. We spent Friday
cleaning the equipment and putting it away. The project had been
very ambitious from the start and I don't think we could have
done it without Chris. In fact, I know we couldn't.

To celebrate, Chris and I checked into a really nice hotel in
Denver. What a wonderful room! We used room service for breakfast
in the morning. We were going to spend the day site seeing but
Chris wanted to do some shopping so we went to the mall instead.
She was being very mysterious about her intentions, especially
when she told me to give her some money and get lost. We agreed
to meet back in two hours. After perusing a bookstore for a
while, I left the mall and walked across the street to a drug
store. I bought three condoms. I didn't know where our
relationship was headed but I wanted to be prepared. I figured,
if nothing else I could use them when I got back to school.

I met up with her in front of the electronics store, her
purchases still a mystery. "Clothes" was all she would tell me.
When all of her stuff was safely stowed in the car trunk, we
headed out and spent the afternoon wandering around downtown. We
ate dinner in a cozy place off on a side street. There was a loud
band playing next door so after dinner we loitered around
outside, afraid to try and go in because of her age.

When we got back to the room, we both showered and then spent
some time in the Jacuzzi. We talked about our trip back, where I
had planned to stop, side trips we could take. She made a request
that we have dinner at someplace fancy.

I showed her the condoms. She took one from me and looked closely
at the package. I kidded her saying, "You have to take them out
of the package to use them." She stuck her tongue out with a hiss
and told me that if I got to put the tampons IN her, then she got
to put the condom ON me. Then she took the other two and put one
on the night stand on each side of the bed.

She said, "In case we want one in the night. It won't matter
which side of the bed we are on."

I made a mental note to pick up some more as soon as I could. I
also decide I would like the trip back much better than the trip
out.

Monday morning we were sufficiently relaxed to start back home. I
drove 333 miles to Hays, Kansas, where we spent the first night.
The next day we drove to Sweet Springs, Missouri. I had intended
to camp there but the campground I had planned to use was closed.
We drove to a small motel instead. When I said something to
Christine about it being more comfortable having sex in a bed
than on a bed roll, she kissed me and said, "Good idea! .. that
is, as long as we don't give up on camping altogether."

While Chris took the mystery packages into the bathroom I went
through the tour book looking for a worthy restaurant. She hadn't
been in there very long when she emerged as the most gorgeous
thing I have ever seen. She was wearing a white, strapless
evening dress and white sandals that was accentuated by her tan.
Her hair was pulled up into an attractive bun and even with no
makeup she was positively stunning. I honestly could not think of
a thing to say. Not that I was able to speak anyway. I sat back
down on the edge of the bed and stared. She said, "Stop
exaggerating. Now take me to someplace fancy."

I didn't have any clothes that matched the quality of what she
had on but the place in St Louis I had picked was clearly not
'fancy' enough. I got the tour book back out and looked for
someplace more appropriate, hoping that they would lend me a
jacket.

Fortunately, they did. When we walked into the dining room, I
swear it got quiet, people turned toward us, and I heard someone
drop a glass with a crash. We ate a 'fancy' meal and talked a
great deal but her mood was rather pensive. I thought she was
just reflecting on the summer and the fact that the trip was
almost over.

However, the ride back to the motel was quiet, even for Chris.
When we got back to the motel parking lot, I asked her, "Is
something wrong?"

She was leaning back against the car door with her eyes closed.
She said something that I couldn't quite hear. I wasn't sure if
she said, "What's going to happen to us?" or "What's going to
happen between us?" I thought about it for a moment before I
said, "That depends mostly on you, and what you want. It's for
sure we haven't had enough time together to tell whether or not
this is permanent. I can't say if either of us will find someone
else in the next few years," (what I meant was, she is still
quite young, too young to know if this was just a crush), "but as
for me, I would like to give 'us' a try." And, I meant it. She
seemed satisfied.

The next morning we drove 308 miles to Terre Haute, Indiana. We
would have camped that night but it was raining pretty hard. We
also could have driven the rest of the way home since it was less
than 200 miles from there, but we talked it over and decided we
wanted one more night alone together. I called dad to get
directions to the house he had rented and told him we were on the
last leg. I didn't tell him where we were for fear he would have
tried to convince us to drive the rest of the way.

We were home before noon on Thursday. Chris hopped out of the car
and skipped up to the door. She kissed dad on the porch and said,
"Hi daddy! Where's mom?"

Dad was pretty startled but managed to say, "Top of the stairs,
first left." I watched her bounce up the stairs and dad said,
"What did you do with Sarah?"

Still smiling and looking up the stairs, I said "We left her out
west. I think Christine threw Sarah into a canyon."

As I turned to go back to the car and retrieve some more bags, he
said, "Thanks. Whatever you did, thanks."

"Dad, we had a great time. I sure learned a lot."

I'm not really sure what it was that caused Christine's
transformation back to her former self. Or, for that matter, out
of it in the first place. She is very intelligent and mature in
many ways. Maybe, that's what her rebellion was all about. Part
of her mind wanted to move ahead and be like someone other than
who she was destined to be, but she wasn't ready to leave
anything behind. That conflict caused her to try and create a new
world to live in.

Or, it might have been spending the entire Summer outdoors, away
from TV and music and her gothic friends. She certainly came back
more physically fit. It could have been something I said or did.
Spending all that time in bed with her certainly changed me.
Whatever it was, it had a permanent effect. On both of us.

We both went back to school the next week, but not before we made
a mutual pact. We both agreed to continue to see other people
while we were away from each other. Then, at those times when we
were together, we would see if there was still something between
us. However, I knew in the back of my mind that I wasn't going to
find anyone else that I would rather spend time with.

When I came home for Christmas break that year, several
interesting things happened that solidified that thought for me.
Frankly, I was worried about what happened between us last
Summer. Maybe it was just a fluke. Maybe it really was just a
crush. For the first few moments I thought it was all over
between us, but Chris took me aside at the first opportunity. She
pulled her pants and panties down and showed me the little string
hanging down from her crotch. Without saying anything, I knew
what that meant, that we would soon be sharing some time in bed
without the need for artificial protection.

Mom was almost recovered, but Aunt Christine was still staying
with her. Later that day, Mom called me into her room and we had
a long talk. I wasn't sure where she was headed with some of the
conversation but it helped me understand some things later on.
For instance, one of the things she said was, "You know, your
father has a special relationship with his sister? It's something
I have come to appreciate myself." I thought she was just
thanking me for taking care of my sister last Summer.

However, one afternoon later that week, I was coming out of my
bedroom, when I saw Aunt Christine come out of her bedroom and go
down the hall. She didn't see me but my dad did when he came out
of the same room a few seconds later. He looked at me with panic
in his face, but when he started to say something, I just sort of
smiled and waved him off. It was pretty clear to me now. Mom had
been trying to tell me that she knew what was going on between
dad and his sister, and that she was okay with it.

I saw that he still needed to explain, to get it off his chest,
so I let him think about his words for a minute. Then, when it
looked like he was ready, I said, "Dad, don't worry about it. As
long as you're not mad at Christine and me." That really brought
a look of shock to his face, but as he thought about my words,
his look softened and I said, "Remember last Summer? Christine
and I together for three months?"

He said something like, "So that's why .." then "But are you ..?"
Then he put his arm across my shoulder and we went downstairs. I
winked at my sister Christine as we went by her and into the
kitchen. My Aunt Christine was fixing salad for dinner and she
smiled when she saw us. She started to say something but dad put
his finger to his mouth. I gather he winked at her because her
quizzical look turned to a smile and she turned back to the
salad.

Well, a lot of time has passed since then, ten years in fact.
Some things have stayed the same and some things have changed.
Mom is recovered from the operation and is about 95% of what she
used to be. Aunt Christine still lives with us and between Dad,
Mom, and Aunt Christine they demonstrate what real, lasting,
agape love is all about.

My sister Christine is still not very talkative, but we all know
better how to communicate with her. She finished college with a
degree in Graphic and Communication Arts. She has a successful
job designing magazine covers and has appeared as a model in
several advertisements. I often wonder what her life would be
like if she had gone ahead and gotten her tattoos and piercings.
I'm sure it wouldn't have involved modeling, at least not the
glamour modeling she is doing now. As for me, I have a good job
as an electrical engineer, designing communication systems for
large companies.

One of the things that stayed the same is our relationship.
Although we have had a few ups and downs just like any couple, it
has been much more up than down. I'll tell you what I mean. She
was in here a few minutes ago. She didn't say anything but I knew
what she wanted. I laid my head on her stomach and felt our baby
kick.

Frankly, I'm a little worried about fatherhood. Not because we
are brother and sister, but about being a father. How will I know
what to do? Dad says, "Just follow your instincts."

"Dad, that's how I got here to start with"

End of Part 2 of 2

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