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Country music filled the background of the dusty roadside gas station as Hale browsed through the shelves. The station reeked of age, the old metal shelves doing no favors for the newer products that rested on them. He looked absently out the windows. Kallie was still at the pump with the camper. He made a note to bug her about the denim cutoffs.

The old pump chimed as it was hung up, sending Hale back to the counter where a fat old otter in a wife beater's shirt looked stereotypically in place. Racks behind him held an assortment of miscellaneous memoribillia. A small book caught his eyes.

"100 Voodo Ritual Pastimes of the South. How much?"

The fat old otter leered at him, rubbing his front teeth with his bottom lip. "Twenty."

"And the gas?"

"Hundred'fifty. Where'ya headed?"

Hale forked out dollar bills absently. "I don't really know. Just wanted to take a trip after I graduated. Get out, see stuff you know?"

The otter glanced out the main window. "Dat dere fox your lady friend?"

Hale laughed. "Guess you missed the resemblance. My sister. Wanted to come along because she never got a road trip after she graduated."

The otter reached up to the back shelves after the old register closed, handing the small book to Hale, winking at him.

"You best not take dem backroads. She'll get all dem country boys hearts in a twist." He patted the book. "Tourists like dis ole' stuff, but de're's still some strange folk on de' backroads. You want ma two cents, go visit Hampshire. Feels like a city more an' a town, good food."

"How far is it?"

"Couple days drive from here."

"Alright. We'll check it out. Thanks man."

The old otter waved him off. Leaving the old station, Hale tossed the book in through the rolled down passenger window of the truck camper.

"Got you something to add to your collection, fag."

Kallie's sunglasses lowered as she looked at the book in her lap. "What the fuck?"

Hale got into the driver's seat and started up the old truck with a rumble. "Maybe there's a ritual in there to make you not a broke ass older sister."

Kallie was already flipping through the pages. "Thanks dick. Just cause mom and dad shoved you into a career path doesn't give you bragging rights."

"What's that, I can't hear you all the way from up here, you'll have to speak louder."

Kallie gave him a light slap with the book. "Take the cocks out of your ears then fag."

Hale turned back out onto the main highway, a long desolate stretch through a combination of arid plains and swampy grassland rolled far ahead of them.

"Yo, the store guy said there's a place we can go see a couple days from here. Hampshire. Good food, apparently."

"Okay, got it on the maps. Nice, it's by a big river with a riverboat crossing."

"Like those old boats with the big wheels?"

"Yeah."

Hale chuckled. "Wouldn't be the south if we didn't at least visit one place that screamed cousin fucker."

Kallie snickered, holding open the book. "Found a ritual just for you."

He eyed the sketched diagrams as he drove. "Much big penis. Old virility ritual huh? Wow aren't you clever."

"So clever while I was reading and multitasking I found us a route there. There's a couple camping spots along the way too. Just keep driving, I'll tell you when to turn."

"You know the store guy told me not to take the back roads. Said there might be cousin fuckers lurking in the bushes. You'd steal them away from their wives with your good looks."

Kallie almost choked, sliding her sunglasses back up to hang her arm out the window as the old truck sped along the road. "Pfftt, okay. Like that worked out for Brent."

"Yeah, but Brent was a fucking dumbass. Why'd you ever go out with him anyway?"

Kallie looked out the passenger window, brunette hair blowing in the wind. "Can we just drop it for now? I just want this trip to be a trip."

Hale did his best impression of a deep southern accent. "Okay cletus."

Kallie returned to reading through the book. "Gaylord."

The old truck sped down the long miles, taking heavy bumps on the worn out highway.

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The day wound on into late afternoon, then evening. Kallie's phone led them along the old roads to the first campsite before Hampshire. The land had given way to entrenched swampland, the trees adding a nice touch to the deserted clearing off the road. A few scattered facilities lay on the edges of the site at the edges of the treeline.

Hale pulled the camper up near an old firepit, the two setting out some folding chairs and food for the evening. Hotdogs over the fire to the sound of bugs in the evening glued Hale to his chair as he sipped a few rounds of cold alcohol down from an icy glass bottle.

The evening air was quiet as the two ate, Kallie reading in spurts from the book. "Wow they've even got a ritual here to summon a sexual demon. Apparently you make a pact with it to get imbued with its sexual energy."

Hale snickered. "That the one you dial up for the big penis too?"

Kallie took a drink from her own bottle. "Why, looking to compensate for something?"

"Yeah. How to carry my broke ass sister like a chad."

"I'm not broke, I'm just coasting between jobs."

"That's what a welfare queen would say."

Kallie took a long drink this time. "Oh you did not just go there."

"Just go to college and take a trade."

"Holy fuck you sound like dad. "Yeah Kallie, you just gotta get a job you won't like that we won't help you pay for because we spent all our money on Hale."

"Ouch...."

Kallie sighed, setting down her book and booze. "I didn't mean it like that, Hale."

"Yeah, I know."

Something thumped lightly against the side of his head. The book fell to the grass, pages falling open.

"Why the fuck are you so mature? I'm ten years older than you and mom and dad still look at me like I'm the younger one."

Hale snickered under his breath. "Not mature enough to handle deez nutz."

"Oh fuck off fag." Kallie chuckled, though.

Hale watched the fire flicker in the well used pit made out of cinderblocks. "It's only been a week on the road. Come on man, let's not fight. I know you wanted to come so you could get out of town for a while. Brent..."

"Was my fuckup."

Hale blinked. "Did I just hear you take responsibility for something?"

Kallie shook her head. "No, you didn't. You never heard me admit it, okay?"

"What did you see in that dude?"

"Can we not? Please?"

Hale took another drink with a long smile. "Hey, you know what we haven't played in years? Come on. Fess up or shut up."

Kallie's blue eyes watched him for a moment before she smiled. "Okay...fine. Who goes first?"

Hale took another drink. "You go first."

Kallie had a little more life in her now. She kicked her sandled feet and stretched across her chair. "Your funeral, fag."

"You gonna go or keep choking on dicks?"

"You've been out of school for a year. Who do you miss the most?"

"I miss Hobs."

"The black bear or the grizzly? I forget which one was which."

"Black bear. I didn't think I could miss a guy that had a way to be crusty about everything. My turn. Who do you miss the most out of your class, and why?"

Kallie's white tipped orange tail twitched for a moment. "Blake. He was just so..."

"Mysterious?"

Kallie nodded, looking far past the fire. "Yeah. I kinda want to see where he ended up."

She ran a hand through her long hair, thinking before taking her turn. "What do you really think about me coming along on this trip?"

Hale debated with himself quietly. He raised his hands in defeat, taking another swig. Kallie blinked, curious now. She rolled onto her side on her chair to face him.

"My turn again then. Why won't you tell me?"

"I don't want to hurt your feelings. I think....you just needed some time away from home, and I was the perfect excuse."

Kallie took it in stride, thinking over his words. Hale took his turn.

"You don't really blame me for mom and dad, right? I can't help that I was born second but got all the good stuff."

Kallie shook her head. "No, never. I just get frustrated when I think about it. I hated taking care of you when they were at work. But you were a good kid, you know that?"

Hale snorted. "Fuck no I wasn't. Mom and Dad's pretty boy on the streets...."

"Fag in the sheets?"

"You wish. Your turn."

"Oh fuck it...fine. I got with Brent because he looked good. For a while I felt maybe I was going somewhere, doing something with my life. He had plans to do things. I guess I just latched on to them."

Hale chuckled. "Other than gurgling on his fat dick and using his nuts as training weights. He was about as much of a gym bro as he could get Kallie. Those fucking nylon shorts dude....seriously?"

Kallie raised her hands up in defeat, taking a drink. "Okay fine. You cut me off prick. My point was... what about you? You don't seem bothered being alone, like everything is under control. Like you know your whole life will just fall into place."

Hale took another drink. "I just fake it man. It's why I went on this drive. I mean school's done, and I've got good openings for advanced stuff but...it's just more school. I want me time. I want to have fun."

Maybe it was the booze kicking in. Hale eyed up Kallie's frame resting on her chair. The cutoffs showing limber legs, the tight black tanktop with stretched ripple lines.

"You had more fun than me. You have more fun than me. Dude, since sixth grade I had the hots for this one girl, Becca, and I never ever asked her out because I was worried dad and mom would ride my ass about not studying."

Kallie smiled at him. "I knew it. I knew it. What did you like about her?"

He tried putting it together, thinking over years of school. "Honestly.... she was quiet. A library's mom's goodtie two shoes. Then one day I saw the G-string she wore at the bleachers during lunch hour. She was bending down to pick something up."

Kallie burst into laughter, holding herself. "I knew it! Mom was starting to think you were gay."

Hale shrugged. "I knew how much I liked girls way before that." He thought about his next question. "How many guys did you fuck in school?"

"Seven."

"What the fuck....see, you had way more fun. I'm at zero. Zero girls."

Kallie smiled. "Yeah but you probably beat off to Becca a lot didn't you? You were good at dodging mom and dad but don't think I don't know what you did in the bathroom in the mornings."

Hale blushed strong enough for it to be visible across the soft short fur across his cheeks. He took another drink. The bottle was empty.

"Pass me another. I need it for this shit. How the fuck do you know about that? Why the fuck didn't you tell mom or dad on me? You loved ratting me out."

Kallie tossed him another bottle from the cooler. She raised her hands up in a pass and took another drink herself. Hale blinked, assaulted by an old memory and now curious about Kallie's pass. He felt something old unchain in him, something he'd stuffed into a dark corner a long time ago. The growing buzz weakened his fortitude. He took another drink. He felt like he was suddenly standing on a threshold.

"Okay. We're both adults here. I guess all this time you knew about my activities, and you sure didn't hide yours. Double whammy. You want to know the first time I knew about girls? Only if you tell me the first time you knew about boys."

Kallie took another drink. Her own bottle had emptied. She grabbed another from the cooler. She blinked, thinking.

"You remember how mom and dad used to watch movies in the evening?"

"Yeah. The ones they told us we couldn't watch."

"I don't remember the movie, but I snuck out of my room and watched from the hallway. There was some sex scene that came up, really R-rated stuff and after that I just kind of knew."

Hale took another drink and a long exhale.

"I was playing out in the neighborhood one day, down by the old stream in the trees past all the houses on the block. I ended up behind our backyard on the other side of the old fence."

Kallie's eyes in particular narrowed at him, even though she joked. "You saw some of the drawings on the fence board?"

Hale shook his head, drinking again. "There was a hole in the fenceboard." He exhaled sharply, taking the plunge. "I think you were sunbathing on a lawn chair in a bikini. You took your top off and laid face down on the chair."

There was a long silence other than the slow cracks of the fire and the buzz of insects in the fading evening light. Hale tensed in his chair, watching Kallie's blue eyes. She nodded seriously, but had a way of smiling with her eyes.

"I....never told mom and dad what you did in the mornings because I thought it was hot....watching you stroke your cock until you hosed the toilet and flushed."

She blushed and took a long, long drink. Hale's head was spinning. He pushed himself up somewhat clumsily from the chair. "I've gotta take a piss."

Kallie said nothing, still sitting by the fire.

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Hale's head spun as much as he did, pacing back and forth in the campsite bathrooms. He did need a piss, but that hardly distracted from what had just come unchained inside of him. He replayed the end of the conversation, his heart hammered. He splashed cold water across his face.

The booze he'd brought with him went down in a single long shot. He looked at himself in the mirror. Smooth contoured face. Bright orange and white fur with the vigor of youth. Young man with opportunities. Brunette hair....like Kallie's.

He closed his eyes. Blue like Kallie's. He swore, stamping a foot on the ground before exhaling sharply. He steadied himself. Everything was fine. It would all be fine and work out. With nerve mustered that could rival facing down his parents he headed back to the camper.

Whatever he had mustered was instantly destroyed as if it where hit with a battering ram. Kallie's chair was empty. Panic hit him like a concrete wall and he called her name.

A repulsive mixture of relief and fear slammed him when the door to the camper opened in the dimming light and she leaned out with a strange look of concern on her.

"You look like you just aged ten years. What the fuck."

To him he always thought of it as a beast or a monster. A creature that needed to be locked away because he didn't know how to kill it. Whatever weakened chains were left broke inside him as he watched her in the evening light. He had always watched her.

The cutoffs showed her long legs off. The tanktop showed hints of black lace bra and cleavage. She never had dishevled fur or hair. Always perfectly short and smooth across her body, but long and flowing from her head when she let it down from the bun she usually tied it in.

He stumbled forwards a bit. "Kallie. I didn't mean to ask the personal shit like that."

She nodded sternly back with crossed arms. "I know. I think....we both always knew."

The real threshold finally snapped. He pushed forwards as did she. They collided, Kallie getting pushed against the camper as the two stood face to face. Hale couldn't hold anything back now.

"You know what I did when I watched you sunbathing?"

Her eyes locked to his with a matched intensity, pushing him forwards.

"I fucking came all over the fence jerking off. You were the first person I jacked off to."

"Oh....fuck...." Kallie's breath was heated. One of her hands shot down his pants to feel his hardening dick slip from its sheathe. She smiled with a deep blush, half aroused and half frightened.

"I used to wake up early to watch you in the morning through the keyhole. I...used to imagine sucking your cock. Swallowing all your cum."

His hands practically ripped the cutoffs down. She'd already pulled his jeans and shorts down. It took everything in him to pause, black cock tip held inches from her already slavering black cunt.

Her lips parted with no resistance to his in a kiss that had been waiting more than a decade to take place. Kallie moaned into his mouth as her hands ruffled through his hair.

His hips spasmed with miniature thrusts as his cock erupted, spraying cum across her stomach. The kiss parted with trailing tongues as Kallie giggled. His eyes stayed locked to hers.

"Tell me you want this you slut... Tell me all your fantasies.... You remember your first car? You used to park it in the garage?"

She nodded hotly, moaning with half closed eyes. "Yeah..."

"I wanted to fuck you in the backseat after school. I wanted to go balls deep and piss in you while I did it."

Kallie's breathing was heavy. "F-fuck....You remember late movie nights when mom and dad were working late? I never wore a bra because when you saw my tits your dick was always hard...."

Hale huffed with the effort of holding back. "When we...went to the lake you picked the worst fucking bikinis....I always wanted to fuck your ass...."

Kallie bit her bottom lip. "Ohhh...fuck....you're as bad as me....Hale...fuck me..."

He squeezed her ass, holding back just a bit longer. "You're my first....sis. You want your little brother's dick?"

Kallie nodded urgently, panting. He impaled her, shoving her black thong aside, stretching her cunt as he shot another load, this time deep into her waiting body. Kallie squealed as her voice cracked. Her legs wrapped around his waist, sandals coming loose and pants dangling at one of her ankles with the force of his repeated thrusts.

He gripped her hips and hammered while her arms pulled him in. She squealed and rocked her hips as she bounced, the frantic forceful motions setting her breasts free from the tanktop and lace bra.

The rabid pace continued to their crecendo of moans and huffs before Hale regained just a bit of control back. Kallie's eyes were closed and mouth agape as her cunt was repeatedly reamed.

"Kallie....we'll figure it out...."

Her breathing was ragged as her tits bounced, black nipples sending waves of fire across his skin every time they grazed his chest.

"Hale...all the way...I want it...."

Hale rammed harder. "Slut..."

Kallie smiled. "Cousin....fucker..."

With one thrust he pushed deep, the knot at the base of his cock hilting and swelling inside her as he fired volley after volley. Kallie's legs quaked and convulsed, toes curling and claws extending. Hale gave out, their bodies sliding down the side of the camper to rest in the grass.

Kallie draped over top of Hale, their harried breathing coming to a steadier pace as he remained painfully erect inside her sweltering cunt. Her long hair draped over him as she kissed him.

Cum continuously leeched out from her black folds as the two occassionally convulsed their hips. The campfire died out and the evening light faded to night with insects still buzzing.

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Hale woke up slowly to the early light of dawn. He knew instantly that this was the first time of his life he'd woken up with true enthusiasm. Something in him felt absolutely right. Light sheets draped across his sister's body in the bed of the camper.

Last night came back in a mismatched replay of events, and then finally, the worry struck him like a hammer. He laid upright in bed as Kallie slept soundly beside him, thinking to himself.

He, no she, they, had crossed a line there was no turning back from. They could never tell their parents. And they probably couldn't let anybody else find out either. Hale stared at the ceiling.

There may be a way. He could go to college at the end of the year. Kallie could come with him. She could easily say she had finally picked something she wanted to do, and that Hale was helping her pay. Flatmates. It would buy some time, at a minimum.

He weighed other thoughts silently. How could it feel so natural yet so entirely wrong at the same time? He thought back to the very first time Kallie had stuck into him like a barb. She was a teenager, flaunting her tits in the backyard to sunbathe, and he was just a boy that figured out that breasts really excited him.

Had he thought about right and wrong at first? No. That had come after as he'd gotten older. But, worse so, Kallie held the same feelings even though she was older. If they both agreed to this, did it make it right?

Hale shifted the blankets off himself to expose his erection. Maybe not, but his dick didn't seem to care. He kept staring at the ceiling until movement on the bed caught his attention. Kallie spoke softly.

"You've been thinking about it too?"

"What we'll do. If it's right or wrong."

It was reasurring to see her smile under her messy morning hair. "Your cock doesn't seem worried. Let's keep it simple. I wanted to fuck, you wanted to fuck. If we both want it, it's cool. Don't be a gaylord about it and stop worrying. Let's just have fun."

He smiled. "Now I know why mom and dad thought you'd be a bad influence on me."

Kallie's fingers danced over his waist as she shifted. "Says the freak that wants to use my pussy as a urinal. Were the fuck did you pick that up from?"

He shrugged. "I just kinda thought about it one day and thought it was hot."

"You're suppossed to be a turbo-virgin, not some fetish ridden letcher."

He grinned. "Not anymore."

Kallie blinked. "Are you fucking serious....I'm really your first...."

"On a lot of things."

Her blue eyes lit up. "In the morning before mom and dad woke up, in the bathroom..."

"Yeah. I was thinking of you."

"You little fucking sex freak! How old were you?"

"Says the slut that watched me through the keyhole."

Kallie giggled as she moved. "That's it! Little brother privileges revoked."

Her lithe legs swung over him as she pressed her cunt to his face. "If I had a dick I'd tell you to suck it. Get to work."

"What if I told you to go blow me and die?"

Hale tensed as Kallie spread her mouth wide and went to the base of his cock with a gurgle as her tongue slipped free. "Gah....holy...fuuuck..."

Spit and drool coated his black shaft as she started to fondle his balls, swirling her tongue as she bobbed her head agressively, audibly glucking every time her throat was filled.

Hale lasted less than thirty seconds, shooting hot cum down her throat in what felt like a cannon firing. Kallie gagged but swallowed everything, sliding free from his cock with a pop, blowing imaginary smoke away from a finger pistol she made.

"Fucking amatuer. I'll show you who's the freak."

He didn't have any time to protest as she kissed him deep, letting spit and cum slide into his mouth. He blinked, trying to process tasting his own cum from his sister's mouth.

The line he thought there was, was now thouroughly re-broken. The kiss held until they couldn't breathe. Kallie parted lips, backing off the camper bed with a smile. She looked more alive and ready to go on this trip than ever before.

"Come on. Let's hit the road. I want to go see Hampshire."

He nodded in a bit of a daze. "Uh, yeah....I guess."

She stood up with an excentric stretch, ruffling her messy hair before turning around to strut away happily.

"I get the bathroom first, fag. Don't forget to brush your teeth."

He laid back on the bed and sighed, yelling back. "Is there a keyhole on the bathroom door?"

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