Fishing with My Step-Sister & Friend

An Unforgettable Fishing Adventure with My Step-Sister and Friend.

It's the dog days of summer and things are typically slow this time of year at the family business where Rusty works along with his parents and step-sister. It's a Friday morning, and at the last minute, Rusty decides to take an extended weekend and head north to escape the city's sweltering heat. His jeans are on; runners are laced, fishing gear is packed, and a tent, extra clothes, along with other essential camping and rain gear. His mind is filled with thoughts of cool pines and calm lakes filled with bass, pike, or walleye. He is ready for whatever nature has in store for him.

The stocky built young man is just about to throw the last of his fishing gear in the back of his pickup when his step-sister drives up in the blue car, he affectionately calls 'The Rust Bucket'. It's a miracle of modern science -- powered by sheer willpower, body filler, duct tape and a whole hell of a lot of luck.

"Alyssa, when are you going to get a new car?"

Alyssa is 11 months older than Rusty at 29 years old. She gets out, and runs excitedly towards him. Alyssa is small and mousy, and she embodies cuteness. She has a nice summer tan, with shoulder-length, straight, black, lustrous hair. Alyssa's hot-pink bikini top barely conceals her small and perky orbs, her pink shorts expose plenty of thigh, and her flip-flops highlight her seductive red toenails.

"Why should I get a new car? It still runs!!" Alyssa's voice is smooth, silky and articulate. Rusty's step-sister is warm, beautiful, happy-go-lucky, and has a great sense of humour. She is also the most insatiable female he's ever met.

Alyssa throws her arms around Rusty and gives him a hug and kiss. Her idea of a brother and sister kiss is a deep French kiss, a leg wrapped around his and plenty of groping. He never gets tired of seeing his step-sister or her affections; grabbing her soft boobs and ass in return, can you blame him?

"One of these days, I'm going to run out of luck fixing that old clunker of yours," Rusty remarks with a sigh, eyeing a car that's seen better decades.

Alyssa shrugs nonchalantly, peering into the back of Rusty's pickup with a mix of curiosity and mild humour. "Hey, what are you doing?"

Rusty grins, "I'm going up north for a few days, camping and fishing. You know, embracing nature, battling mosquitoes, and trying to convince the fish that I'm smarter than them."

"Ha, ha, that's funny. The only thing you'll be catching is a sunburn! You need something to attract the fish."

"Oh... Like what?!?"

"Me!" Alyssa flashes her boobs then pulls her shorts down far enough to see her landing strip. Then, she lets the elastic snap back in place and rocks on her heels, throwing her hands from front to back several times with a glint in her eyes. "Can I come too?"

"Mmm... I dunno, If you come I won't be getting any fishing done." Rusty answers with a sexual undertone. "Besides, the tent is pretty small."

"But, you'll be satisfied," She gives Rusty a smug look, confidently quips, and appears slightly annoyed. "I don't care how small your tent is, we could still fool around."

Rusty loves watching his step-sister twist, turn, and beg, so he continues the charade a little longer just to piss her off. "Well.... I don't know."

"Oh, c'mon... Rusty," Alyssa groans then reaches down, unzips his jeans, pulls out his cock and strokes it. "Remember when Mom and Dad, you and I went up to Happy Meadows? Hmm?"

"Oh yeah, that was one of the best times you and I spent together. That brings back fond memories."

"So, you and I will go?"

"Well, I wasn't going to say no." Rusty admits with a grin. "Go ahead, get your stuff ready, I'll be over to your place in an hour."

"Are we taking the Rust Bucket?" Alyssa jokes with a chuckle. She then does her happy dance and gives Rusty another hug and kiss before skipping, jumping, and sprinting to her car.

Rusty laughs sarcastically as he shoves his manhood back in his pants, "No, I'd rather do this without needing roadside assistance."

"Hey, imagine if we come across a lovely lady on the side of the road and we get to offer her roadside assistance, hmm?" Alyssa dreams aloud. "Alright, I'll be ready in one hour and you better be there or I'll break your pecker!"

"Geez Alyssa, is that all you ever think about is sex?" Rusty rolls his eyes.

"Of course what else is there," She shrugs. "You seem to think of it as much as I do as you're always over at my place. People will think we're married."

"Mmm... would that be a bad thing?"

"I dunno," Alyssa shrugs then laughs as she closes her door and puts the Rust Bucket in reverse, backs out of the driveway and takes off down the street.

After an hour, Rusty arrives at Alyssa's suburban home and parks in the driveway. She emerges with her straight hair cascading down her back, a white baseball cap perched atop her head. Alyssa is dressed in a figure-hugging, blueish-mixed whitish long-sleeve activewear-type sweater, its sleeves rolled up to reveal her lightly tanned arms. Her attire is completed with tight black leggings which ends midway down her calf and emphasizes her perfectly round bottom. She is sporting black athletic shoes, no socks. In her hands, Alyssa is carrying a folding chair and a bag of clothes for the trip.

Meanwhile, a visually appealing woman with short, dyed, dirty blonde hair curled inwards walks across the lawn towards them from the house next door carrying a small duffle bag, a fishing pole, a tackle box, and a folding chair as well. She is in her early 30s, perhaps 5 '5'' and 115 lbs, wearing sunglasses, an open white airy linen shirt, a halter top underneath showing off her smallish cleavage, light-coloured beige shorts with a drawstring-covered elastic waistband, and diagonal front pockets perfect for fishing on a hot summer day.

Alyssa throws her things in the back, gestures towards the woman to do the same. The attractive lady moves beside her and raises her sunglasses above her head.

"Rusty, this is my new neighbor and close friend Tina. Is it okay if she comes along too?"

"Uh, Hi Tina, glad to meet you," Rusty smiles, gesturing for Alyssa to step out of her hearing range. "Alyssa, she's more than welcome to come with us, but this tent will barely hold the two of us and I don't have another one for me to sleep in."

Alyssa questions, "Why do you need a tent? You sleep with us.Trust me, she won't mind; that's not going to be a problem for either of us." Alyssa answers, unfazed, shrugs and smiles slyly, "She's cute though, isn't she?"

Rusty nods in agreement then whimpers. "Mmm-mm, love them boobies. They're sooo healthy!"

"Down Boy, save it for the camp, hmm!" Alyssa raises her eyebrows and teases while rubbing his crotch.

Rusty is smitten by Tina's medium-built form, which combines a ballet dancer's look, strength, and grace. He makes small talk with Tina, "Do you go fishing often?"

"I grew up on a farm not far from here. My brother, dad and I often went fishing on weekends down at the stream. Unfortunately, my late husband didn't like fishing. This will be the first time in 17 years I've been," Tina says in a smooth, articulate voice.

"Okay everybody, jump in," Rusty says as he opens the driver's door and searches for the keys in his pocket before jumping in. Alyssa removes her cap and sits beside him in the middle, with Tina in the passenger seat.

Rusty and the girls quickly make a stop at the local supermarket to get more groceries as he wasn't prepared for the extra company then they head out on the open road. The three of them are chatting happily as they travel.

Suddenly, Alyssa jabs Tina in the ribs and discreetly directs her friend's attention to her other hand. She unbuttons and unzips Rustys' pants and separates the crotch, revealing his manhood.

One look at Rusty's large girth makes Tina's jaw drop. The sight of Alyssa rubbing his stick up and down sends erotic tingles through her. She becomes slightly envious of her new friend sitting next to him, doing what she'd love to do to the handsome light-bearded strawberry-blonde male.

"Hmm... nice, eh?" Alyssa whispers to Tina. Tina nibbles her bottom lip slowly, filled with passion. She pulls her shorts to the side and massages her bare shaven clit while the breeze from the open window blows through her hair. Alyssa is delighted by the sight and gives Tina's pussy a few rubs too.

"Mmm...Rusty? Let's pull over somewhere and have some fun, huh?"

"We can't. We have a long drive ahead."

"Oh, come on... fifteen minutes wont hurt." Alyssa moans. "Look, your dick is hard!"

"That's because you've been playing with it."

"Tina would love to give you a little lip service on the side of the road, wouldn't you Tina?"

"Hmmm... mm, in a heartbeat!" Tina answers seductively.

"Ahh... We better not."

"Aww, c'mon... Rusty," Alyssa pleads then shoves her hand inside her leggings, pulls it out and sticks a couple fingers into Rusty's mouth as he continues to drive. "See... I'm dripping with cum here. You know you want to stop and fuck me, don't kid me!"

"No... Let's wait till we get to the camp. My luck someone with flashing lights will come along."

Alyssa frustratedly crosses her arms and pouts. After a few minutes, she eyes Tina with lust, "Do you want to kiss?"

"I'd love to, but I can't move with this seat belt on." Tina claims.

A little more than two hours later, Alyssa's little tantrum is now a faded memory. The time is approaching 11:00 am and Rusty's truck finally comes to a stop on a shallow hilltop leading down to a fairly large lake.

The three of them get out and stretch from the long ride. Rusty, Alyssa and Tina are in awe of their surroundings. The lake sparkles in a beautiful blue-greenish hue with gentle white ripples skimming across the surface. The surroundings look like a lush green carpet as far as their eyes can see. The sky is blue with wispy white and silver-lined clouds floating aimlessly over them and endless sunshine.

A gentle breeze from the lake brings a refreshing coolness, while the peaceful calls of loons and other avian, accompanied by the rustling of leaves, create a symphony of sounds.

"Okay ladies, and I use the term loosely, let's get set up." Rusty makes a wisecrack directly aimed at Alyssa as he removes his shirt and opens the tailgate grabbing the tent and a small hatchet. He walks off looking for the perfect spot to set up.

Alyssa playfully sticks her tongue out at him then doffs her sweater, revealing a red and black polka dotted bikini top. She collects some items from the back, and follows Rusty.

Tina removes her sweat soaked white shirt and throws it into the cab before shutting the door. With wet wipes in hand she pulls out each breast from her dark brown halter top and wipes a bit of the moisture from them, her neck, chest and stomach before grabbing her duffle bag, a box of groceries, and a couple mats.

After a few minutes, the three of them agree on a spot to pitch the tent. Alyssa's apple size breasts jiggle as she helps Rusty thread the cross pieces through the tent loops. The tent is up in no time.

Tina watches Rusty's muscles ripple as he drives the stakes into the ground.

Alyssa saunters up behind her. "Mmm... do I detect a little lust for my step-brother?"

Tina smiles and nods in agreement, "Do you think he's attracted to me?"

"I guarantee he'll be in your pants three times before the day's out," Alyssa surmises. "It's been a while since you've had a man, and I want to see you enjoying yourself."

"What about us?" Tina returns, questioning their own relationship.

"What about us?" Alyssa repeats empathetically while stroking Tina's hair back behind her ear. "Nothing's going to change, Honey. Except, instead of him and I getting together two or three times a week and you and I together two or three times a week. We'll all be doing it together. Rusty and I have been doing it from almost the day we met. That's not going to change either."

Tina feels relieved that her lustful and romantic interest in Alyssa's brother won't affect their own often overheated relationship. The two girls head back to the truck to gather the remaining items.

"It's so beautiful up here," Tina says as she carries some of their things, a flood of memories comes rushing back to her, transporting her back to her carefree teenage years spent at the old creek.

Tina fondly reflects on the long summer days she lazed away without a stitch of clothing by herself. She still remembers watching the rusty old wheel on the old sawmill spinning slowly beside where she used to sit along the bank with a fishing rod, thinking about the boys, and rubbing herself in the privacy of nature and the babbling creek. "Wow, I had completely forgotten what it was like in the woods."

"Have you ever fucked in the woods?"

"Nope, never." Tina returns. "You?"

"Mm... mm, a few times, once I had a threesome with him and Greg, a buddy of his. "I tell ya, I loved every minute of that trip." Alyssa admits as she organizes the camping gear.

"Wow, Rusty, everything looks great. You have outdone yourself." Alyssa then asks pleasantly; her affection for her beefy, well-built step-brother is evident. "What do we do now?"

Rusty doesn't say a word, instead, he steps closer to Alyssa, rubs his hands between her legs before stepping behind her and pushing her black leggings down to her ankle, revealing a matching black bikini bottom with polka dots.

"Geez, finally!"

"Shut up and bend over." Rusty says with a gruff. " You wanted it, now you're going to get it!"

Rusty confidently opens his pants. Alyssa bends forward with both hands on her knees in anticipation of his next move. He massages her petite derriére with his cock, rubbing it between her cheeks and her itsy-bitsy little bikini bottoms. Alyssa pushes her leggings over her shoes and sweeps them aside with her feet onto a pile of things that have yet to be put inside the tent.

Tina stands barely three feet away watching contently as her new friends enjoy each other's physical affections without concern of her presence. She's seen females watching couples having sex in porn many times. Though, she never thought in a million years she'd experienced it herself. She is intrigued by Rusty's and Alyssa's affection for each other.

It's obvious to Tina that they've done it many, many times before. She watches as Rusty strokes his manhood then shoves it into her. He grabs her by the thighs and pounds her hard. "Harder Rusty, right there. Oooh.... Yeah, just like that!"

Tina watches intensely then pulls her top down and rubs her milky white breasts and pink nipples. Tina reaches inside her shorts and rubs her labia. It's hard to tell right now who's more turned on, Alyssa or Tina.

Minutes later, Rusty gives Alyssa a couple of quick thrusts. He pulls out, steps back, and pants.

"Whew! That was a nice little quickie." Alyssa hums as she stands upright facing Tina. Alyssa spreads her legs slightly apart, looks down as she pulls her cunt lips open letting cum drip from her pussy to the tall grass. "Damn it Rusty, I fucking needed that."

Alyssa swipes her hand through her wet, messy hair; she's flushed, covered in perspiration.

Alyssa isn't done yet; she grabs Tina and forces her in for a kiss. Tina is taken aback by the suddenness, but she recovers quickly, and the two share a passionate embrace. Alyssa swiftly pulls Tina's top up and off over her head and squeezes her cantaloupe-sized breasts.

"On the ground!" Alyssa commands. Tina obeys and gets on her knees. "Eat my pussy."

Tina does as she's told. Alyssa pulls her bikini bottom to the side allowing Tina's tongue to lick her womanly folds. Like a well mixed cocktail, Tina is enjoying the saltiness of Alyssa's sweat, her and Rusty's cum. Tina mumbles incoherently as she enjoys dining at the Y.

After several minutes Tina stands and wipes her thin lips. "Wow, I can't believe that just happened."

"Oh Honey, we're just getting started. C'mon, let's clean up." Alyssa smiles then turns to Rusty. "What are you going to do now"

"I'm going to sit here and have a cold beer, build the fire, then maybe head down to the lake and catch dinner."

Alyssa grins to herself, thinking, "There's no way that's going to happen. But I like his enthusiasm. Maybe he'll catch a mermaid! Hmm...bad idea, he'll end up fucking her all weekend."

Rusty sits in the chair, watching the two girls bathe themselves and each other with a bucket of water he brought up from the lake earlier when they set up camp. There's nothing quite like seeing females bathe openly, especially in the context of nature.

Alyssa lathers her pussy and massages her buttocks before sliding the bar of soap across Tina's chest, playfully soaping her boobs. Tina in turn teases Alyssa's lower front with her fingers, and using a small plastic butter dish filled with water she rinses the soap off her female lover's round butt.

Alyssa takes the dish and dribbles water over Tina's breasts. " Wow, Tina, your nipples are really perky today."

Tina pinches them, " Can't help it. Watching you two really got me excited."

The water feels cool and pleasant after their unexpected performance. The two girls dry off.

Alyssa gestures for Tina to grab a chair and hands her a beer. With her shorts now wet from their little bath Tina settles back, cracks open the can and takes a few refreshing sips. Rusty can't help but admire the graceful way Tina brings the can to her lips and savours each swallow.

Tina's attractiveness is a blend of sensuality, elegance, and strength, all intertwined with her profound connection to her farming days as a young girl and her appreciation of nature. She is everything a fisherman friend should be, yearning for a life in the woods where her passion for fishing and being nude, where her joy of outdoor sex can be fully indulged.

Tina is not fat, nor is she obese. She is somewhat hardened from dealing with her husband's conservative views, his illness and death only 3 years prior.

Deep down, Tina, like Alyssa, is a romantic at heart, forgiving and, in Tina's case, in the right light, a load of fun.

Alyssa is more than just a step-sister; she is a steadfast friend who too can expertly pitch a tent, build a campfire on her own, and cook a hearty meal over the flames. Alyssa is not an avid angler or outdoors person in the same sense as Tina, but she does enjoy the occasional camping trip. However, she much prefers the comfort of hotels and being waited on in a variety of restaurants. Alyssa's warmth is contagious, and whether she's reeling in a small perch, a big ass bass, or hanging out in some mid-class hotel she is happy. Alyssa's loyalty is unwavering to the people she loves, always ready to have your back and transform every adventure into a memorable experience.

The one-o'clock rays of the sun gently filter through the leafy green canopy which provides welcome shade for the three of them as they sit and chat. Tina notices Rusty is eyeing her bare breasts and sees his cock is getting rigid again after just unloading in Alyssa's pussy.

She is amused by the fact that she still has the ability to rouse a man's instrument simply by looking at her. She thinks to herself, "Mmm... I've still got it."

Rusty finishes his beer, stands up and as he puts his jeans back on says. "Okay, I'm heading down to do a little fishing."

"Hold on Rusty, wait a minute!" Alyssa speaks up and gestures. "Tina, you go with him!"

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm... mm, come here. Wait a minute Rusty, she'll be with you in a minute." Alyssa says hurriedly. Alyssa motions for her to quickly get inside the tent. Inside Tina grabs and puts on a tank top, fishing vest and a change of shorts.

"Why are you wearing that top?" Alyssa sitting on her knees expresses displeasure as she pushes Tina's fishing vest aside and points. "You want to get laid don't you?"