The next morning, for the first time during the camping trip, the Smith children were up before their parents. They were bright and eager, and they even went so far as to cook the breakfast. Rick was thinking happily of the day ahead and how he would contrive to get his mother alone. Cindy was thinking approximately the same thing with regard to her father. The previously dull camping trip had suddenly become a source of delight and excitement to the children.
They were doomed to disappointment.
Their parents had done some thinking in the past few hours, too, but instead of looking forward to further adventures, Betty and Herb were disgusted with themselves and had privately vowed not to let this dangerous new trend continue. Their brief spell of madness, they felt, had passed, and they would be decent parents from now on, encouraging no more unnatural relations with the kids.
Unaware of this private soul-searching, both Rick and Cindy continued bubbly and gay during breakfast, casting significant glances at the preferred parent. The excited boy and girl even volunteered to wash the dishes. Then, when Herb wandered down to the river to inspect the fishing prospects, Cindy excused herself and tagged after him.
Herb heard her coming, and his heart sank. He'd made up his mind to avoid her, and he just didn't need to be exposed to temptation this early in the morning. And Cindy was the living image of temptation, pert and nubile in her skimpy shorts and halter, her little braless breasts bouncing and wiggling enticingly as she ran to catch up with him.
"Hi, Daddy!" she cooed, linking her arm with his.
"Hullo, honey," Herb replied dismally. "It's such a beautiful day, I kinda thought I'd spend it fishing. I'm going way up the river, won't be back till supper time."
"Great," chirped Cindy. "I'll come with you!"
Their eyes met, and Herb saw no innocence at all in his daughter's expression. Her blue eyes gleamed with undisguised sexual heat. He found it disturbing and frightening. Perhaps, after all, he had given her too liberal a sex education, the girl seemed to have no modesty, no scruples.
"Cindy," he said gently, "I'm sorry, but I need to be alone. I've got a lot of thinking to do."
Her pretty face fell and assumed a petulant, pouting expression, "Oh, Daddy, not all day! I'd be BORED!" She wiggled against him, rubbing her pussy against his fly. "I want to do what we did yesterday!" she said mischievously. "That was really fun!"
Herb saw that there was no point in beating around the bush or trying gentle persuasion. His daughter was willful and spoiled, far too used to having her own way. "No, Cindy," he replied firmly, "we must never do that again. I lost my head yesterday, and I regret it, but it's over. You must understand that it's wrong, very wrong, for a to girl to have any sort of sex with her father."
Cindy jerked angrily away from him, her little face burning with anger and frustration. "That's what you said yesterday," she snapped, "and I still think it's ridiculous! It won't hurt anybody, so how can it be wrong? You're just being silly and old-fashioned, Daddy! Please, can't we do it?"
"No, Cindy," Herb said, "and that's my final word. Don't mention the subject again."
"Ohhhhh!" Cindy yelled furiously, stamping her foot. Then she turned and ran back toward camp, too angry to speak with him any longer.
Herb sighed. He hated to deny his little girl anything but there had to be limits. Now he decided to follow his own advice and spend the whole day fishing, far up the river away from his family, especially away from the temptation of Cindy. It was damned hard for a man in his constant state of sexual need to turn down an offer like the one she'd made him. Oh, God, was it hard! He sure could have used a day in the sack with a beautiful young girl. If only it had been anyone but Cindy, anyone but his daughter…
As soon as Herb and Cindy left the camp, Rick went into the tent to find his mother. He hummed happily to himself as he thought of the wonderful day ahead of him. He found Betty getting dressed, just then leaning over to let her heavy breasts drop into her bra. Grinning, Rick crept up behind her, reached around, and cupped the big warm globes of flesh. Betty gasped.
"Hi, Mom," he chuckled, squeezing her plump tits and rubbing his crotch suggestively against her buttocks. "I thought maybe we could take a hike up to the falls, where we can be alone, if you dig what I mean."
Betty seized his hands and put them away from her, then faced him, blushing but determined. "Rick," she said, "there'll be no more of that! It was a terrible thing we did yesterday, but I won't let it happen again. You're not to touch me or even to mention what happened."
Rick gawked at her. He'd been so sure of success, after the way she'd behaved yesterday. "But, Mom," he yelped, "Why? What makes it so terrible? I don't see anything wrong with it. In fact, it was lot of fun."
Betty blushed even deeper. In their attempts to be liberal, modern parents, she and Herb had obviously erred dangerously. Rick seemed to have no notion of morality.
"I'm sorry, Rick," she said, "but I don't think you understand. It's wrong for a parent and child to make love to each other. It's called 'incest', and it's against the law."
"Who cares if it's against the law?" Rick exploded. "It doesn't hurt anybody! Come on, Mom, don't be silly!"
"You can call it silly or call it whatever you like," Betty said, "but that's my decision, Rick, and it's final."
"But, Mom!" cried the outraged boy. "That's STUPID! It's the stupidest thing I ever heard of!"
Betty was looking out the flap of the tent. "Ssssh!" she said. "Here comes Cindy! Now, I don't want to hear anything more about it, Rick, do you understand?"
Rick shot her a furious glance and stamped out of the tent. Betty almost burst into tears. She wanted more than anything in the world to repeat yesterday's delicious games. She was starved for decent sex. But even so, she wouldn't stoop so low as to satisfy herself with her own teenage son.
A few minutes later she emerged fully dressed from the tent and said to her children, "I'm going to walk down to the lodge and buy a few supplies. I'll leave you two in charge of the camp, and maybe you can do a little cleaning up, if you don't mind."
"Sure, Mom," said Cindy, "there's nothing else to do." Rick said nothing, only looked miserably and sullenly at his mother.
When Betty had disappeared down the trail, he got listlessly to his feet and said to his sister, "Well, where do we start on this cleanup shit?"
"Oh, I don't know," Cindy said. "Who the hell cares?"
They glanced at each other and realized they were in the same foul mood. "Let's bag it," Rick said, "at least for a couple of hours. Mom and Dad won't be back till supper, they won't know any different."
"That's okay with me," Cindy said, "but what should we do? Honestly, Rick, I've never been so bored in my whole life!"
"Me, too," Rick said. "I don't see why people get so fucking excited about camping. There's nothing to do. Except walk, or swim. I guess we could do that, we could swim."
"Whoopee," replied Cindy dully.
Nevertheless, she followed Rick down the trail toward the river. There seemed nothing better to do. She tried to shift her thoughts, to think of something encouraging, but she couldn't forget yesterday. In particular, she couldn't help remembering how wonderful it had felt when Daddy licked and kissed and touched all the sensitive parts between her legs, or those exciting moments when she had played with his big cock and almost found out what fucking was like. Why was Daddy being so ridiculous, so stubborn? Why did he want to make both of them so miserable? She felt she would never understand the mysterious inner rules by which adults seemed to operate.
Rick walked along the trail a little ahead of her, kicking stones and trying to control his temper. It was wrong to take it out on his sister, it wasn't her fault that he felt so lousy. His balls ached with need, and all he could, think about was sex, sex, sex. It was worse than ever before, partly because his mother had awakened him to new pleasures, and partly because, having experienced some sex with a real live woman, he would never be content again with merely jacking off. Damn, damn his mother! Damn the stupid laws of society which seemed to rule her life!
"Let's turn off here," Cindy ways saying. "I found a really nice pool here a few days ago."
"Okay," said Rick, following her down a side trail. They walked along the river bank and presently came to a sharp bend in the river where huge boulders concealed a small, deep, sheltered pool. There was no wind here, no current, and there were places on the rocks to sun bathe or dive from.
"Hey, pretty nice," said Rick. "Just like in the movies."
"Me Jane, you Tarzan," Cindy said. "Man, it's hot here! I'm going to get right into the water!"
Rick felt hot and sweaty, too, and without further talk he and Cindy began to strip off their clothes. Only when they were down to their underwear did it occur to them, simultaneously, that it was the first time they'd undressed together since they were very small children. Preserving a casual, nonchalant attitude, they began sneaking looks at each other, filled with curiosity. Cindy wondered if Rick's body would be hard and hairy like their father's, and how big his cock would be. Rick wondered if he would find his sister's slim, immature femininity as attractive as his mother's full-blown figure.
They were both initially disappointed. To her dismay, Cindy discovered that her brother's body was almost completely hairless, except for the half-formed wispy pubic patch, and that his penis seemed only about half as big as Dad's. Rick discovered that, compared to his mother, Cindy was practically built like a boy, with small hips and buttocks and tiny breasts no bigger than tangerines, her mons patch very skimpy and wispy. Both brother and sister sighed and dived into the water.
They swam around lazily without speaking to each other, for about ten minutes, when suddenly Cindy gave a piercing shriek.
"It's a snake!" she screamed. "Ohhhhhh, Rick, help, help!"
Rick glanced in his sister's direction and saw a small garter snake swimming innocently in a corner of the pool. Snickering, he waded over and picked it up just behind the jaws, then placed it in the main stream of the river, where the current carried it away.
"Gotta watch out for those cobras," he said and laughed.
"Oh, you think it's funny, don't you!" Cindy snapped, beginning to cry. She was very pale and shivering wrapping her arms around her little tits. "Well, I happen to be scared of snakes, Rick! I'm really scared of them! Yecchh!"
"Hey, I'm sorry!" Rick replied, moving quickly to put his arm protectively around her shivering shoulders. "I shouldn't have said that! Everybody's afraid of something."
Grudgingly she let her cheek fall against his chest. "If we find one more snake," she said, "I'm leaving."
"Aw, it was just a garter snake," Rick said soothingly. "They can't hurt you."
"But it scared me," Cindy insisted. Then suddenly she giggled. "In fact it scared me so much, I have to pee."
"Now that you mention it…" said Rick.
They climbed out of the water, and Cindy automatically looked all around to see if they were alone. "Aw, hell," Rick said, "there's nobody around for miles. Don't worry about it."
Cindy shrugged. Then she squatted, and Rick saw a thin yellow stream issuing from between her legs. He aimed his cock at the bushes and began to urinate, too, although he found it hard not to look at his sister. Cindy was watching his penis with apparent fascination. Then their eyes met, and they both blushed. Finished, they hurried back into the water, but neither of them put much spirit into swimming. Both of them kept sneaking looks at each other's body.
Cindy yawned elaborately. "I'm bored with swimming," she said. "I think I'll lie on the bank and try to get a tan."
"Me too," said Rick, with equal lassitude.
They climbed onto the grassy bank again and lay down about a foot away from each other, both of them on their backs.
"Aren't you afraid of getting a sunburn in the wrong place?" Rick said.
"I could ask you the same question," Cindy shot back.
"Well," he said lamely, "a few minutes won't hurt."
"I wouldn't risk it," Cindy mischievously insisted. "Could make you sterile."
Rick snorted. "What would you know about that?"
"I had sex education in school, just like you did," Cindy replied indignantly.
"Oh, sure," said Rick, "but that doesn't tell you what sex is really like."
"That's true," said Cindy wistfully. "I wonder, what it really is like?"
"I guess that's something you have to find out for yourself," Rick answered, "when you're old enough."
"When are you old enough?" his sister asked eagerly.
Rick pondered. "Well, everybody says you have to wait till you're grown up."
"Bullshit!" Cindy said, "I don't know why, but adults seem to want to hog all the best things, including sex. I don't see any good reason why we have to wait."
"Me, either," Rick said. "Hell, we have as much right as they do to enjoy ourselves."
"Right on!" said Cindy. "Have you ever actually done it, Rick?"
Her brother blushed. "Well, no. I've almost done it, though. Once I got Linda Green's pants off and touched her pussy."
"Linda Green!" said Cindy, wrinkling her nose. "Yucch!"
Rick laughed. "Well, I thought she'd be easy. Have you ever done it?"
"No," replied Cindy wistfully. "Oh, Rick, sometimes I think I just can't wait."
"Me, too," Rick said gloomily.
They lay in the sun, sighing, and said nothing more each other for a while. Cindy was thinking of more things she wanted to talk about with her brother, who seemed to be in the same pickle that she was. Perhaps Rick could give her some advice. She rolled over on her side to face him, started to open her mouth, and then stopped. She was so close now to his penis, and she just had to have a look at it.
It was pale white, lying perfectly limp in the crease between his thighs, the glans hidden by the delicate wrinkled foreskin. Cindy realized now that one reason Rick's cock didn't seem as big as their father's was that Daddy's had been erect, while Rick's was flaccid. She was very curious to know how big it would be if he had a hard-on. She smiled to herself as she thought of how much fun it would be to find out.
"See something funny?" Rick asked.
Cindy cast him a mischievous glance. "Oh, no. I was just wondering how your peter would look if it was hard."
Rick blushed and looked away. He knew he still had some growing to do in that department and felt his penis wasn't very impressive. "Well, forget it," he said. "I don't feel like making it hard."
"You don't have to," Cindy said. "I can make it hard for you."
"Balls," said Rick, "you wouldn't know how to do that!"
"Oh, yes, I would! Bet you a dollar!"
"You're on!" said Rick, unable to resist the challenge of a bet.