This is the second part of the story I started the other day. Check that one out first, then join me as we explore my lovely sister.

When my sister and I set out that morning, many, many years ago, to hike the Sierra Nevadas, I expected to enjoy the stunning peaks and beautiful valleys, but I’d assumed the views would be limited to the geography. Wow, was I ever wrong...

I leaned down and kissed her, tasting my saltiness on her full lips. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, teasing my own. I slid a hand up her neck, cupping the small dip at the top of her spine, and pulled her to me as we explored each other. My other hand slowly moved around to her chest, feeling the goosebumps on her soft flesh - from the cold morning air as well as the excitement. I cupped one massive breast, amazed at how soft and supple yet firm and full it was. I learned later that many people thought she’d had a boobjob, but her stock answer was always, ‘the tits are real, it’s my smile that’s fake.’

I lay her down on her back, careful not to let the pile of cold, wet clothes touch her hot body. I scooped my pillow and placed it under her head without breaking our lip-lock. Her tongue teased and probed. She licked my lips and her hot breath filled my mouth. It was delicious. Her hands roamed my young body, pulling me closer as she ground against me. The heat coming off of her was amazing, and she started to moan as I broke our kiss so I could work my way down her tight body.

I tasted my way along her neckline, licking and kissing, enjoying the light salty sweat as it glistened in the morning sun. As I made my way down her chest, Carol’s hands moved up and into my hair, teasing my curls and lightly rubbing my scalp. She shivered and bucked as I took a nipple into my mouth, first licking around it, then lightly nibbling the hard tip. I had one pink nipple in my mouth while the other was trapped between my fingers - as I pinched and pulled, she squirmed and moaned.

I managed to break away from her fantastic breasts and moved further south. It was tricky to maneuver in the small tent, so Carol wriggled her body as far up as she could so I could have full access to where we both wanted me to go. As I slowly kissed my way down her body, I traced my fingers along her knees, then up her thighs, teasing her as they moved towards her mound. I ran my fingers through her fine hair. Most of the girls I’d been with kept their bush heavily trimmed or completely shaved. Carol had a delicious triangle of blonde hair, the curls tight and golden. I slid a finger lower, feeling the heat coming off of her. She was slick with sweat and natural juices, and she trembled again as my finger entered her. I could feel her tightness close against my finger as I gently massaged her, sliding up to my first knuckle, then the second. She gasped and pushed herself closer to me, so I slipped another finger in and found a nice rhythm. I used my thumb to gently flick against her clit, and within a minute I felt her first orgasm rip through her body as she cried out with pleasure.

I kept my fingers in her, but stopped moving them until her trembling slowed, then I moved my mouth down to her glistening slit. I pulled her lips apart and lightly ran my tongue along them, slowly working my way up to her clit. I felt her hands against the back of my head, pushing my face deeper into her delicious pussy. I tasted every millimeter of her swollen clit, sucking it in and caressing it with my tongue. She bucked against me, moaning my name and begging me not to stop.

“I’ve never” she gasped, “had anyone eat me out,” gasp “so good - your tongue is fucking magical.”

I nodded in agreement, focusing my attention on her little man in the boat. I slid two fingers back inside her. They were slick with her juices and she eagerly accepted them. Rubbing against her g-spot, I focused on her clit, writing my name with my tongue, letter by letter. I’ve made some girls cum before I could even finish my first name, while others needed my name and the entire alphabet before their toes would curl. The only thing that matters is that they do cum - I’ve never cared how long it takes. I love to lick.

As I neared the end of my name, I could feel the orgasm building up in Carol. Her body tensed, her legs squeezing my head while her hands pulled at my hair. She was whimpering now, a soft ‘yes, yes, yes’ was the only thing I could understand. I kept licking and reached a hand up to find a nipple. I gently teased it with my fingers, and when I gave it a light pinch I felt her explode on my tongue. I let her ride the wave of ecstasy for as long as she wanted. Her body shook as the powerful pleasure coursed through her, and her hands that had been pulling my head into her body were now gently pushing me away.

“Put your cock in me now,” she ordered.

And who am I to argue with a lady?

I moved my body up and positioned myself to enter her. She tried to reach down to guide me in, but I grabbed her hands and moved them above her head, pinning her in place. Her stretched body was beautiful - covered in sweat, her massive chest heaving as she panted, and a look of raw desire in her eyes that almost made me cum right then and there.

But I knew that wasn’t an option, so I focused on baseball and took my cock in hand, sliding my swollen head against her puffy lips. She bucked again, trying to guide me into her with her hips, but I wanted to tease her some more. I angled my body so just the tip was barely inside her, her soft lips opening to take me fully. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take much more stimulation like that, no matter how much baseball I thought of, so I slid down and slowly pushed myself into her.

She felt fucking amazing.

I could feel her stretching to take all of me, and I leaned down to kiss her as I inched my way in. Her gasp broke our embrace as I slid as deep as possible, feeling her wetness envelop my cock, her interior muscles gently massaging me to go deeper and deeper. I pulled back until I was just barely in her, then pushed forward, slowly again, but building speed. Soon I was pistoning into her, our bodies covered in sweat. She was moaning loudly, her body perfectly in time with mine as we rocked together, and me doing my best not to end things too early.

As I was nearing the point of no return, I felt Carol shudder and shake again as another orgasm coursed through her, so I slowed down to let her enjoy it. I continued sliding in and out of her, but at a much slower pace, enjoying her pleasure with her.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me, reminding me how beautiful she truly is. No makeup, just raw beauty enhanced by her arousal - red cheeks, puffed lips, and pure intensity radiating up from her sky-blue eyes.

“Your turn,” was all she said as she pushed me away.

She tapped the sleeping bag beside her, indicating that I should lay down. I did, and she quickly climbed on top of me, straddling my hips and taking my cock in her hand. She rubbed me against her wet lips, then slid down to take me completely inside her again. She was squatted above me, her feet flat on the ground, and she began to rock back and forth, up and down. Her massive tits swung in front of me, so I raised both hands to explore her delicious curves.

She was controlling the pace now, and I did my best to just lay there and enjoy it, pushing back gently in rhythm with her body. It only took a minute or two before I could feel that familiar feeling rising, and I heard myself whispering to her that I was going to explode.

“Cum inside me - I’m on the pill,” she commanded.

I don’t think there’s another phrase in the English language as beautiful as that one, so moments after she said it, my hips were driving forcefully off the ground, slamming me deeper and deeper into her until I was finally able to release my load, shooting jets of relief deep inside my sister, Carol. As I unloaded, I felt her body shake and tremble once again, the final orgasm of the morning belonging to her. She leaned forward to kiss me, and I wrapped my arms around her as we enjoyed the heat of the tent, smell of our sex,and post-orgasm relief. I was still inside her as we drifted off to sleep, spent, but immensely satisfied.

We woke up about thirty minutes later. The heat of the morning had dissipated and the cool mountain air had snuck into the tent. We snuggled into the sleeping bags again, kissing and touching and enjoying the feeling of our bodies together.

Eventually we decided it was time to get up, probably because we were both starving after the intense - and amazing - workout we’d had that morning. I made a fire while Carol made coffee, and it wasn’t long until we were enjoying the warmth of the fire while dining on scrambled eggs and crispy bacon. I didn’t know it was possible to make hiking and camping better, but a passionate morning with a gorgeous woman was definitely an upgrade.

Watching the sun rise over her spectacular mountains is a memory I’ll treasure for the rest of my life.