Leif gently rolls River up in her blanket like a loose burrito. Slowly, he lifts her out of bed and carries her out of her room like a princess in a cartoon fairy tale movie. Down the stairs and across the driveway. He deposits his fragile load into the passenger side of his crew cab truck. He loosens the blanket roll and buckles her in. He is thankful that she braided her hair into two plaits. Before closing her door, he double checks to see if her day pack is in the back seat.
As he walks to the driver's seat he takes the long way around the back of the truck and trailer. He looks at the trailer hitch, tie down straps, and the lock on the trailer. He slides in his seat, and buckles up. He looks over at his sleeping darling as he turns the ignition. He slowly pulls out of the driveway to avoid the bumping and jostling that normally happens when he hauls a trailer.
Once the sun peeks out over the horizon, River wakes up. She stretches her arms out. She knows that she's putting her body on display for Leif. She doesn't care that he can see her barely covered perky breasts. "Hey, big buddy! Good morning," she yawns. "I hope I wasn't too much of a problem this morning." He grunts as he tries to keep his eyes on the road. "Not going to lie. It's kinda fun knowing that my big buddy can move me around without waking me up." She grins at him. His focus is on driving.
River scratches her body randomly. "I'm going to dressed," she tells him. River pops the safety belt and crawls into the back seat of the crew cab. She hopes that Leif is watching her from the rear view mirror. She wiggles her naked ass in the direction that she's hoping Leif is looking at. She takes her time changing clothes. Out of the basketball shorts and and wife beater shirt. Both of which are supposed to be his property. She has her hairless legs and sex on display to tease him for as long as she can justify being playful.
She climbs back into her seat feeling frustrated that Leif didn't take a peek at her. Buckles back in. She glares at him for a couple of minutes. Sh unbuckles again in order to arrange her broomstick skirt and tank top around until she's comfortable. She smiles broadly at him as she buckles herself back in.
*****
She watches him set up the last of the tents in their campsite. She enjoys watching him move around. River knows that he complains about being fat. Yet, here he is setting up tents by himself in half the time described in the instructions. After tossing their gear around for over a half an hour like he works at an airport.
River dances and laughs around the fire pit cooking their lunch. She ducks in and out of the waterproof bags that have the seasoning and random ingredients that she needs to cook. She sings, "One minute for burgers."
Leif grumbles, "Quit teasing me."
River dances over to him. She twirls just to have her broom stick skirt twirl and flare out as she spins. Stopping in front of him. "Never. I have needs too you know."
Growling, he asks, "And what need is that?"
Her laughter sounds like soft tinkling wind chimes to his ears, "I need you to pay attention to me." She dances away from him. "Look at me!" Her slight arms reach out to the clouds. Her scrawny ass and legs move gracefully over the uneven ground. Leif sees that she has stopped wearing shoes and socks. Her loose clothing spreads out as it catches air. He can clearly she the shadow of her boy shorts under the skirt, through the sun drenched skirt. She throws him a knowing look.
Leif mutters, "You're such a dirty hippy."
Ignoring his remark, River smiles broadly. "Lunch is ready, buddy. If I remember, cheese, lettuce, tomato, mayo, pickle, and hot sauce for you. No ketchup or mustard. Right?" She fixes the burger for him.
As she hands him the paper plate with his food, he questions her, "How and why do you know this?"
She leans into he ear, "Why shouldn't I remember? Am I not allowed to show you how much I love you?" She leans back to look him in the eyes, "Am I not allowed to love my brother?"
*****
The sun is making it's way south of the horizon. Leif has the fire going low. There's not much need for it, other than to have a pet elemental for the evening.
She glances over at him. He's obviously lost in thought. "Penny for you thoughts, big buddy?"
"I'm still trying to figure out this music festival and your friends. We got here early. Set up the tents for us and all of your friends. Got the food and booze."
River gets up from her blanket and digs out some beers from a cooler when he mentions alcohol. Walking back she replies, "Ok." Sounds like you've got questions."
Accepting one of the beers from his sister, he asks, "Where are they? I'm the odd ball here. This ain't my gig. Yet I'm here before the actual concert."
Giggling as she sits down on her blanket. Inches away from him on his blanket. "Remember the name of the music FESTIVAL? The 'Free Love and Peace' festival? They are coming for the music, yes. But mostly the free love part."
"And the peace?"
She sighs in a good nature, "How does the phrase go? 'Peace sells, but who's buying?"
"It's that part of the whole shtick?"
Sipping on her beer, "There are militant hippies, you know?"
Leif groans. "So this whole 'free love' thing. What's up with that? And why bring me along?"
River's voice gets wistful. "I enjoy the philosophy that we can be with whoever we wish. You know? As long as there's consent between two adults, who should care about my sexual partner? I like not having to be emotionally invested in my sexual partner unless I want to be emotionally attached to them."
She watches him think for a few moments. She adds, "It's much more liberating than you think. No shame of one night stands, because it's free love. No cheating until you've both made that commitment. It's just biology. Two people getting their needs met in a wonderful way."
*****
The moon is full and ascendant. Leif minds the fire occasionally. "So, the free love thing. How. Just like seriously, how? Is it like hitting on people at a bar?"
Picking her cheek off of his shoulder, "For part of it yes. It's also part Ren Fair. You know? Groups of friends will wander around and chat with other camps." She looks around for a moment. Several of the other sites are starting to fill in. "We'll need to make a flag of some sort so that it'll be easier to find at night."
"OK. We can talk about that in the morning. But I'm just trying to figure out this whole free love thing you're talking about."
"Why?"
"Just because, I'm the third wheel here, doesn't mean I shouldn't at least have an idea about the rules. I don't want to embarrass you."
"I doubt that's possible, Leif." He grunts his disbelief. "Hey, I need to go to the bathroom. Walk with me? I can give you a quick run down while we go." His grunt changes to agreement as he stands up.
She twines her fingers into his. She has the flashlight in her other hand. She knows that his hand is hovering over his opposite pocket where he has an emergency 'people opener.' Her laughter titters as she listens to his 'wallet leash' jingle as the links bounce on his hip.
River rattles off her experiences at previous festivals. She tells him the unspoken rules that she's has learned over the past couple of years.
When they get to the portable latrines, she opens first door and shines the light in.
As she steps in, she hears, "You're just going into the first one? That's brave."
Looking over her shoulder coquettishly, "There's a way that you can help."
"Oh? How's that?" he asks incredulously. His eyes squint at her. The darkness hinders his vision for details.
She hikes her skirt up just enough to slide her shorts off. She pockets them in the back pocket of his jeans. She then bunches her skirt together in the front and offers the fabric to him. "Hold my skirt so that it doesn't get wet. That'll let me focus on balancing." She winks at him in the dark.
"Is that why girls always go to the bathroom together?"
Giggling, "At least with my friends, yes. You can't get all nasty and still expect to get a cute boy's attention."
Leif steps forward to hold her skirt. He can see pale smooth flesh peeking around the gathered fabric at her hips. He can feel a blush coming on as she laughs lightly. He feels her hands wrap around the back of his neck as she hovers her ass over the toilet.
As the sounds of urine hitting the waste below in the latrine's tank, "Never thought you'd be doing this, did you?" He doesn't respond. As the stream ends, she mutters, "Don't let go yet." She pulls some toilet paper off of the roll to clean herself up.
On their way back to their campsite, Leif gets the courage up to ask, "So, is there anyone in particular that you're wanting to try to get into bed?"
River lifts her hand, which is still holding his, to scratch her nose. "Well, There's Jerome. He's never seemed that interested in me though. And Jack if he can stay sober long enough. And Kirsten if she can keep her mouth shut long enough to kiss her. And maybe May. Unless her boyfriend tags along. He's extremely jealous of anyone anyone paying attention to her."
"Anyone that you would be excited about if you got an offer?" Leif is just making small talk at this point. He's trying to figure out how many people are going to be in the campsite, or how many people that River will try to introduce to him.
"Well, I met Jackie here at the last 'Free Love Forever' festival here about six months ago. She's seems like really good people. She entertained Jerome and Jack at the same time. That's how I learned about Jack's problem with sobriety. His tabs kicked in as they were moving into a new position and he got more interested in the textures of the blanket." Leif nods while making mental notes. "There's also Alexandra. I met her here last year. We've kept in contact through the Messenger and SnapChat. I haven't hung out with her since she was Alex. By the way, please don't tell her that I told you. Or dead name her."
"Uh... ok." Leif feels a bit uncomfortable with the knowledge.
Looking up at him as they walk back up to their fire. "Just remember the unspoken rule 'If you find out that their genitals aren't what you expected, don't freak out. Just politely excuse yourself and get out of the tent.' You'd be amazed how many problems there are about people just trying to life their best life." River cuddles up to Leif on his blanket. "Besides, you don't dead name Char. You should be used to that by now."
Sighing at the reference to their sister, "Anyone else? I mean, I really don't want to interrupt you while you're having fun," Leif continues.
River repositions herself to lay her head in his lap. He has to bend his head forward to look her in the face. She takes several minutes thinking. Leif enjoys the view of her. Her lithe body which she has been fortunate to get through the genetic lottery has been very easy with low maintenance.
Waiting to answer until his full attention has returned to her eyes, "I can only think of one more person. A specific individual by the name of Leif Erik Mikaelson." Her eyes dance with the fire's reflection.
Not catching the hint, he contemplates. "That's a odd name given the rest of list. It's much more Nordic than ... That's me!" he shouts at the end.
"Shh, buddy," she laughs. "It's after dark. The festival hasn't started yet. It's rude to make too much noise other than fun happy noises. If you know what I mean."
Lowering his voice, "But. You want to have sex with me?"
Shrugging, "I said it didn't I? And I want to make love to you. Not just have sex or fuck. Remember the whole free love thing? It's not just physical. It's also a spiritual connection."
"But, I thought you said..."
"Just because it could be just a one time thing doesn't mean that there can't be a spiritual connection. If you want to, think about it as a reconnecting with our ancestral promiscuity. Humans were sluts way back when. You know? We have Neanderthal genes. And Devonian genes. We had sex with other species. You know?"
River sits up and spins on her butt to face him. "Tell me that you don't think I'm pretty. I'll forget that I ever said it."
"You can't demand that I lie, River. I mean look at you." He gestures at her whole body. "You're beautiful. Really. Actually. You're fucking gorgeous and sexy as hell."
"So, you're worried about what other people would say?" At this point she's goading him.
"Especially, Mom and Dad, River."
"They don't have to know. You know?" His eyes are still popped open wide. He is not responding. "Do you mind if I at least sit in your lap until we go to bed? So I can at least fantasize a bit?" He nods his consent for her to sit in his lap.
Once settled in his lap, which involved her pulling her phone out of her skirt pocket in order to plug it into a power bank. She connects to the festival grounds spotty wifi and pulls open the internet.
The act of reaching into her pocket triggers a memory. A few Christmases ago, he stole all of the skirts that she uses for concerts, festivals, camping, and general activities that involve getting dirty and took them to a seamstress. She thought that she was losing her mind looking for her clothes. The over sized box from him that sat next to the tree was blocking the walking path, so it had to be the first gift opened so that it could be taken out of the room.
Initially, she was angry that she got clean laundry as a gift. He encouraged her to examine the clothing. When she found the first pocket stitched into her skirt, her eyes sprang open. She rummaged through the box finding that they had all been altered to have pockets. River's eyes watered as she looked at him over the box. River hustled out of the living room to deposit the box in her bedroom.
While River was out of the room and Leif 's and River's father was distracted watching their sibling open his gift, their mother leaned over to tell him, "That was NOT an appropriate gift, Leif." Her voice had a mysterious heat and venom to it. Barely discernible over the noise of the youngest child's squeals of joy opening their gift. Sensing his confusion, his mother explained, "Only boyfriends and husbands do something that mundane and meaningful for a woman. She's going to remember that forever. You broke a major boundary, boy."
River is still out of the room as mother and son look to the present that he gave to his little brother. A Charizard onesie 'costume.' She comments, "Now that is an appropriate gift." Turning to her youngest child. "What do you say, Char?" The young teen thanked his older brother before asking permission to go change. Sighing the sigh of an exhausted mother trying to do damage control, "Sure, baby. Go get changed." Charles hugs Leif briefly before bolting out of the room. They see River hanging back at the doorway.
A five foot two inch Charizard sails back into the room a scant minute later. Charles is hollering, "The wings flap when I run! There's a little motor! The motor comes out for washing!" The family settles down to continue with the gift giving. River takes an opportunity when everyone is watching their mother open her gift to walk over Leif. As she getting ready to kiss Leif for his gift. Their mother's hand surges out of nowhere to slap her arm to reminder River where she is. River decided to sit in her older brother's lap instead.
Back to present day, River scrolls through the listing for the bands for the next day. When she got into his lap, she placed his right hand on her left breast. She starts chattering about which bands that she thinks that he'll enjoy best. Not being from the fan base, she has to think about which bands would be the closest to what he listens to. He struggles to pay attention to what she's telling him.
But having a juicy titty in his hand? His body is reacting even faster than simply having her pert tight ass in his lap.
Without breaking her commentary, she drops her phone into her lap and yanks her tank top off. She puts his hand back on her fatty and perky mammary. She continues to talk about the planned playlist for the next couple of days. River makes sure to have his hand on her tit.
In between slow panting breathes, he instructs her, "Just tell me where I'm supposed to be tomorrow. I'd rather stay here and watch everything. But I'll do whatever you want."
Turning her head to look at him. Her face, and especially her lips, are millimeters from his. "Don't make promises that you don't intend to keep, Leif." Her use of his name is intentional.
"Tell me what you want, River," he pants as he rests his forehead on hers.
Her phone falls back into the folds of her skirt as she moves quickly to stuff his hand underneath her bra. The full skin contact of his hand on her breast makes her gasp. Her nipple pokes into his palm.
"Quit teasing me. I'm so fucking horny right now," he pleads.
Whispering to him, "You're the second most horny person in this campsite right now."
"You're the only other..." Leif tries to respond. He is surprised to be shoved over. Seeing her moving to be on top of him. "What do you want to do with me?"
As she slows down the shivering through her body in the cool night air, "What do I want? I want to suck you until you blow in my mouth. I want you to lick me until I squirt. I want to ride you. Especially that. I want to ride you."
"I haven't done 69 in so long..." he starts to respond.
In a flash, River yanks her blanket over the both of them as she rearranges her body over him. She has the blanket over them. She pulls her skirt up to give him access to her pussy. River licks his erect dick before easing herself into position.
River feels Leif exploring her body as she engulfs his dick. His sudden hot gasping breath on her genitals as she does this thrills her. It takes several minutes for them to get into a rhythm. River's hot soft mouth envelops his hard cock. She swirls her tongue around it as she bobs up and down. He's rewarded with occasional gushes from her twat. His fingers and especially his tongue heighten her hormonal response. The finishing touch to her climax is feeling him blow his load. Against the back of her throat. She feels a little guilty about how much she creams across his face. River desperately hopes that he likes it. Once she's done shaking form the minor orgasms, she lifts her leg to let him breathe again.
He's still laying there. She gets worried. She rushes up to his face. River sees his glassy eyed look.
Sighing in frustration, Leif finally looks her in the eyes. "You. Are. Not. Supposed. To. Taste. Good. Especially, not that good."
"I'm sorry what?"
"Don't ever offer to let me eat you out again, River. I don't think I'll... You have ambrosia is your fucking cunt."
River's breath catches. "You don't really mean that."
"Yes, I do. I don't know if I'll let go next time."
She gives him a simple command. "Strip." They both pull their clothes off as the try to keep her blanket over them.
The fire light is too dim to provide any details. The moon light is not helpful either at this point because of the blanket.
River grinds against the bottom of his shaft. "I want to ride you, buddy. I've dreamed about this for too long." The kiss brings him back up to speed. Her tongue intertwined with his is too much. He wants to keep going.
Her hand guides him to where she wants him. River eases her body back. Fully engulfing his rigid dick into her.
He's thinking about how this is the last place his dick should be, but yet. This is where he wants it to be.
"I want to make love to you, Leif. I don't want you to fuck me. I don't want this to be just sex. I want to feel your love."
He waits for her to give the signal that she's ready for him to start pumping.
"It's not fair that you feel so good in me. You're just the right size." She whines.
Jokingly, he replies, "I still love you, Goldilocks."
Ignoring his comment, she tells him, "You know that you're cuming in me. Right?
For an instance he remembers the circumstances, "But what about...?" he starts to asks.
She cuts off his sentence by kissing him. Her tongue joyfully invades his mouth. His concerns are instantly erased. She slowly moves her hips up and down on his sex.
When the kiss ends, Leif starts pumping up into her at the pace that she is setting. It frustrates him. Leif wants to go faster. He feels the random squeeze from her pussy, making him feel like he's on top of the world.
"Not yet, Leif. Please don't cum yet, baby."
"I'm trying." he mutters. He starts to think about sports statistics and random thing that aren't as good.
She sees his focus wander. "Don't do that. Please think about how happy I'll be if you hold off. I want you in me. I. I want. Oh, baby. I want you. To cum in me. Just. Just hold. Hold off."
He feels the sweat fall off of her onto his body. He focuses on her face. The adorable face that he's jerked off to too many times. He's finally getting his fantasy.
Her face opens up. Her eyes are wide. Her jaw falls freely. Her hands clutch at his shoulders. All the while that her vaginal canal is squeezing his cock with the most force it can give. Their pumping clash together loudly.
She pulls her head back and yells, "Fuck yes! Cum in me! Cum! In me! Cum in me!"
They both feel the release. His dick sprays her insides forcefully. His dick continues to squirt into her her vagina and womb as she collapses onto him. It takes them several minutes to recover their breathing.
She weakly lifts herself from his chest, "I want to cuddle in the tent."
"Ok." he starts to move to lift her. She rolls off of him.
"Go open the tent. I'll get our clothes."
He does as she asks. The night air is refreshing on his skin. Too cold on his dick where she had cum in large volumes on him.
"Put down the blanket. I'm going to leak for a while. Trust me, baby."
After several minutes of non-verbal negotiation, Leif finally zips up the tent with several flaps slightly open to allow for a breeze. River pats the sleeping bag. He lays down on his back. She drapes her arm and leg over him.
"So what happens tomorrow? When you're friends arrive?"
River licks the sweat from his neck, "As if I'm supposed to know? I'm currently just planning on laying here like this. While I drip you back onto you."
They lay there quietly for almost an hour. Their hearts have only slowed down to a point.
River speaks to fill the void. "If we get a chance again. I want to do this again."
"Uh! What! Why?!" Leif is trying to keep calm / quiet.
Lifting her head to try to see him in the dark. "You have no idea how good it is to not to have to worry about a partner having a disease. A condom breaking. Someone getting rough when you're not in the mood... Needing to do a 'walk of shame' in the morning." She flops her head down on his chest.
After another minute, River tells him, "That was honestly the best sex I've ever had. The physicality was just right. But! You actually cared about me. If I had fun. If I enjoyed myself. You're such a ... stupid head. You made me feel good. Better than anyone else." Another minute of silence. "Not just that I'm pretty or sexy. But. I'm a person."
"I think you might be reading too much into this, River. After all, isn't this just biology?" Leif says trying to figure his way out of a possible serious entanglement.
She bites his chest playfully. "I guess we'll find out." After a brief kiss on the lips, she resumes her previous position of laying on him. "Until then? I'm going to leak your spooj out of my pussy onto your leg." Leif wakes up slowly. It's still rather dark outside. He can't find the body that he remembers being attached to. His brain panics, and is demanding that he search for sticky spots on his legs and bedroll. He feels confused that there was no one touching him as he woke up. He starts to paw around to find the filth that he produced with River.
He hears a soft singing from outside, "Fry the veggies. Crack the eggs. Mix them with milk. Crack pepper. Sprinkle salt. Keep stirring... hope he dicks me. Again."
Leif is stumbling loudly out of the tent. He's barely dressed in basketball shorts and and a metal band t-shirt that were out for him. His brain hasn't made the connections yet. He hasn't noticed that she's wearing the same outfit. A pair of his basketball shorts and one of his other band shirts.
"River, what are you doing?" Leif asks groggily.
With a hint of sarcasm, "I'm making breakfast for you, champ." Looking at him over her shoulder, "You can't sustain yourself for the whole weekend just from eating my pussy one time." River turns the little camp stove off. Facing him, she hooks one of her thumbs into the front of the waistband of the shorts. "If you want, you can have me as an appetizer." She pushed the elastic down and lifted the shirt just enough to show the start of her neatly trimmed happy trail.
The glimpse of her pale smooth skin and bright blond hair has an instant effect on his libido. "Why do you need to tease me like this?" He adjusts his dick as it is pulling at his shorts in an uncomfortable way.
She lets the shorts fall to the ground. When she does this Leif's shirt that she's wearing falls back down as well, covering up her pussy. Taking a couple steps away from the camp stove, she hops up onto the campsite's picnic table. She squirms for a moment to pulls the shirt from underneath her butt.
"Breakfast is served," she jokes with Leif. He isn't willing to let this opportunity pass him by. He hustles over to her open legs. The smell of her excited sex is intoxicating. Leif lifts her as to bring his morning feast to his face.
Leif's tongue lashes at her twat. He randomly pokes his tongue into the soft swollen folds of her pussy to pull out her flavor.
"Ooo. Higher, buddy. Lick my clit," River huffs. Leif hears her request. In a husky whisper, "Yesssss! That's just what I needed." Her hands grasp at his head. Leif enjoys feeling her fingers running through his hair.
Leif alternates between trying to suck fluid out of her vagina and a quick suck on her clitoris. His hands slide up her body. One hand slides behind her back and the other cups her sizable breast. The combination of the pressure on both of her clit and tit sends her over the edge. She shoves her forearm into his mouth and groans loudly.
Leif pulls his face out when he feels her body shaking. When Leif stands up she grabs his dick through his shorts. He pants hard as he chokes his dick through his shorts. "Do you feel better?"
"Yes. You know I do, buddy," she looks longingly at her brother over the length of her body. "But you know that I'll feel even better after you fill me up." She nibbles on her lower lip, hoping that she entices him further. "Sunrise isn't for another hour. We can still enjoy each other's company."
Leif's hands shift quickly to her hips and lift her body to him. She feels him press up against her pussy.
"I can't have you in me if you're still wearing your shorts... And I want you in me again. Please, buddy?"
When Leif yanks his shorts down, his rigid dick is at the exact right spot when he stands back up.
"Do it, Leif. Make me feel loved," she begs.
Leif leans in with his hips. His turgid sex gently slides into her hot wet pussy. He pulls her body into his chest once he is full inserted into her cunt.
Wordlessly they start sawing into each other. River occasionally rolls her hips to have his dick rub other parts inside of her pussy.
"I'm about to cum, River." Leif mumbles. "Ease up, baby."
"Baby?" River mutters through the haze of pleasure. "Don't say things you don't mean, buddy. A girl can catch feelings like that."
Her words don't register. Her heels pulling him into her has his complete attention. Their bodies slam into each other loudly. He is trying to remember to crush her clit in between them as he pulses in and out.
River feels like she's about to scream. She chomps down on Leif's meaty shoulder. His immediate release is what her body demanded. Her pussy squeezes his dick as hard as it can. She then feels blood leak into her mouth as she whimpers, quivers, and shakes. She's reluctant to let go of the flesh caught in her teeth. She heard a squeal of pain from Leif.
He finishes with, "What. The. Actual. Fuck. Baby? There is no need to bite me."
River pants rapidly. She mumbles around the flesh in her mouth, "Stahp callen me dat!" She is struggling to keep her voice low. "Dat's a wevewl of familwiawty dat mak me wan toe get wough."
The low morning light is useless for them to see around the festival grounds. Specifically, the camp sites next to them. But they can still hear.
The fist unrecognized voice is bitchy, "You hear that? That's what I want! That's passion. That's love."
The second unrecognized voice from a different direction says, "No bite! No bite! Just because she's biting her man doesn't mean I'll like it!"
Letting go of her brother's shoulder, "See? That's what you do to me. I'm fucking up other people's weekends because you're that good." She can feel the blush across her face starting to clear after her cuming.
Leif slowly pulls out of River. Her pussy instantly pushes out the excess baby batter from her puss. It splats down on the ground.
Whispering to Leif, "What do you think we should do now?"
She quietly responds, "How about we just act normal? Possibly, like that we aren't brother sister?" He grunts his agreement.
Leif and River roam their campsite doing everything that seems 'normal.' As the sun rises over the horizon, Leif yawns.
"I need to take a nap. You woke me up too early."
"I could take a nap with you, you know," River suggest hopefully.
Groaning, "If you join me, I won't get any sleep," he replies. "I need the nap if you're about to drag me around all day."
She slumps her body. He sees how she is pushing out her chest as she pouts. He heads to the tent to avoid his libido's desire for another round.
"30 minutes, buddy."
"Whatever, babe."
She growls to herself while rubbing her legs together as he crawls into the tent. "Asshole," she whispers to herself. She reminds herself that she's being greedy.
*****
River had decided to let Leif sleep for longer. Becca's carload of friends shows up. River hops up and down when Becca gets out of the old beater lime green VW Minibus. Becca's boyfriend, Sean, and their traditional third wheel Luka slide out from the other side. River hugs her friend just as she's closes the vehicle's door.
Leif mutters and grumbles as he wakes up at the sudden increase of noise. He pulls a clean band shirt down over his chest. He sighs a couple of times to recenter himself. Leif knows that he needs to meet her friends and 'play nice' as she asked him before getting to the festival.
Crawling out of the tent, he looks around. First thing he sees is one of his shirts flapping in the wind on a crude flagpole. "Really, River. I was planning on wearing that tomorrow."
River squeals when she hears his voice. She jogs over to him and drags him by the hand to her friend. She starts, "Becca, this is Erik. He's an old friend of mine. I invited him along after he told me his summer plans and how boring is was." River leans back into his chest, resting her head on his neck. Becca is feeling a strong possessiveness radiating off of River.
Leif feels his captured hand wrapped around her stomach. He feels self-conscious of his stomach. He knows that he's not the sexy kind of muscular that women seem to want. He's barrel chested with no noticeable definition. Leif finally notices the other people. His brain connects the fact that she called him by his middle name.
Luka startles, "Oofta. He's huge."
Leif, not feeling amused, "I'm not even six foot. Chill."
Sean interjects, "And how many trees have you cut down this week? Or are you a mill worker?" Sean's tone is arrogant and challenging.
Becca comments, "Why are you being asses? Why don't you guys go over there for a minute, I need to talk to River... And remember you promised me that you would behave."
Leif walks off to one of the coolers. He pulls out several beer bottles. He hands them out individually to River and Becca, before walking over to the two guys went.
Once he has walked off to give drinks to the guys, Becca leans into River, "That's actually Leif, isn't it?"
River pulls the beer bottle away from her lips before being able to drink anything, "Please don't."
Raising her own beer bottle to her lips, "I won't say anything. That's such a weird kink though... Was he any good?" River's only response is grunting as she twists her body to pop her back and loosen up. "That good? Fuck."
River takes a swig of beer, "How do you even know?" River is worried.
"He literally looks like you. He sounds like you. Word choice, not voice. You're way too comfortable with him for someone you just dating. And you haven't dated anyone seriously in a year." River is searching her friend's eyes for rejection. "Besides, where is it my place to say anything? That's a family concern. Not a camp concern. He's not really a part of the group."
River sighs. She chugs her beer.
Leif returns to the a few minutes later. Glancing between the two women, he comments, "I hope you two realize how fucking stupid they both are," Leif says as he jerks a thumb in the direction of the other guys. "They're talking shit about everything. And nothing makes sense."
Becca sighs, "Yeah. We know. But they're useful fools. They'll get us the best weed that's available." She drinks some of her beer. She finishes, "And Sean has a really big dick."
Leif groans. His head turns when he hears more cars arrive. "I guess I'll go make lunch," he says as he heads to the kitchen / cook area.
Becca leans over to River. "I think I'm the only one that will figure it out. I just hope you know what you're doing."
*****
River leads Leif around the festival to the stages that she thinks he'll enjoy the most. She chats with him animatedly while holding his hand. Leif likes several of the bands even thought they aren't what he normally listens to.
She asks him about his opinion of the bands. Leif tries to give her a thoughtful response every time.
After the fourth set of completely different bands and his fourth three minute long opinion about the performance of the band playing, River looks at him slightly askew and skeptical, "You're not trying to impress me are you? You have given me a break down of each band's performance like you're writing an article for one of those free weekly newspapers that practically advertises strip clubs and escort services in the back. You know which papers I'm talking about."
He shrugs before looking down at his sister,"Sorry, I didn't think that you deserved a grunting 'good / bad' or 'Me no like drum solo." River pivots to face him. Leif continues, "You invited me into something that no one else in the fam..." River shushes him afraid of the word 'family' being spoken out loud. "I figured that you at least deserved to hear a developed opinion that required thought and some sort of analysis. This ain't the first time I've done it. I do this at some of the shows that I go to. If I find that I'm either hating the show or have lost my sense of time because I love it too much, I try to figure out what it is that I'm focused on. And then I usually buy a CD to relive it. The ones I hate I give away."
"You even buy albums from bands that you hate?" River is perplexed.
"Some of the times. If I have the money. I want to know why I hate that band so much."
River pulls out a map from her pocket, as the current band is announcing that they're taking a break. She points to another stage nearby. She slides her hand into his, and pulls. "I want to hear more about this."
Begrudgingly, Leif admits, "For bands that I've hated, I've accidentally bought a couple of... let's just say albums with morally questionable lyrics. I wasn't sure that I heard their lyrics correctly." River stops hard in her tracks. "I didn't pass those CDs along. I shredded them."
"AND?!" River demanded knowing that Leif was referring to one of the occasional racist bands the slipped under the radar to get booked in the local scene. "You just destroyed the discs? You did nothing about them getting more money from other people for their bigotry?"
"Oh, I totally posted their cryptic lyrics, with explanations of their codes and dog whistles in the lyrics, across social media to expose them. I get death threats every time."
River squeezes his hand, "Oh... So that's what that shit was about. I wondered. I get some random rape threats telling me that 'You're his whore sister."
Leif pops his neck in anger and frustration. "We can talk about that later. What's the next show?"
River recognizes the angry protective brother mode kicking in, and then being squashed by the 'let's have fun to cheer you up' drive.
*****
Leif and River rejoin River's friends at the campsite. They walk into the camp holding hands.
Luka and Sean groan when they see Leif. Sean mutter loudly, "Why is he back?"
Becca declares clearly, "If you plan on getting laid tonight, so, Sean. You're going to stop being a part of this bullshit. Now."
Luka pipes in, "I'm not sharing my weed with the lumberjack. They destroy trees."
One of the other friends speaks up, "What is that supposed to mean, bro? That's a stupid insult. I mean we talk about smoking trees all day long. Sure it's code, but come on."
Leif growls, "I don't give a shit." He shakes River's hand off of his. "I'm going to be at the other fire ring."
Another random voice says, "But there's no fire over there."
Leif stalks off. River looks between her brother and Becca. Her face has her worry clearly written across it. "Becca!"
Becca stands up and embraces her friend, "I'm not going to let you go without. I'll figure it out and come over." As she lets go of her friend, "I hate that I have decisions to make. But you're good."
River slowly wanders over to her brother as he is building a fire in the secluded fire ring. She sees that he's built a fire straight out of the Boy Scout's Handbook. She watches him spark a lighter. Her hand naturally goes to his shoulder.
"Hands off, babe," he mutters.
"How do you know it's me?"
"Because it's you," he growls. "As if I could ever confuse you for someone else." He hears her squeak wordlessly. "As if I can forget your smell, and I ain't talking about your stupid patchouli oil perfume." River gasps softly. "You're smell is not only gorgeous, but... delicious."
When her hand slides off of his shoulder, his hand leaps back behind him to grab her thigh above the knee. "Please don't leave. You're literally the only reason that I haven't beat the shit out of those morons." Leif looks over his shoulder, "I don't want to embarrass you in front of your friends, River."
A third voice quietly interrupts, "And you tried to convince me that he's not your brother."
Leif comes up from the fire that he's building with balled fists.
River hisses, "Not Becca. She's the only one that knows." River only continues when Leif finally looks at her. "She doesn't care what we're doing."
"Actually, I do," Becca snaps off. "You finally found someone that makes you happy."
Both siblings glare at her.
Walking to the other side of fire ring that Leif is working on. "Erik. Leif. I know who you are. Anyway. I haven't seen River this happy in years. She's happy. I don't think I can pass judgment. You know?" Becca shrugs her shoulders while staring at he unlit fire. "She's been looking for a good match ever since I've known her. And yet..." Becca looks around. "You're the fucking asshole that..."
"It's just biology, Becca. We can't help that..."
"Please don't treat me like Sean or Luka, River." Becca mumbles. Changing her tone, "I really think that you should be... exclusive. At least for this weekend... You could make this symbolic. River lights the fire that Leif built."
After several moments of staring at each other, River pulls the lighter out of Leif's hand. "May I, buddy?"
"Sure, baby."
River groans as she shifts her weight back and forth. "I really need to bite you right now, asshole." She leans over across Leif to light the fire. As Leif moves to blow on the spark, Becca stops him.
"Symbolism, dude. Let the fire grow naturally," Becca pleads. The fire grows slowly until it catches the larger tinder. Once the fire is going, Becca tells the siblings, "I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe."
River maneuvers her larger brother into a position so that she can sit in his lap. They watch the fire slowly develop.
"God, you are gorgeous together," Becca says. "I'm fucking jealous."
Looking directly at Becca, River asks, "Can we get some time alone?"
"I want to watch."
Leif shakes his head and asks, "Wait, what?"
Becca sucks her breath in, "I want to see what it's like. I've never had the kind of connection that you two have. I want to watch. It's free love, isn't it?"
Leif feels irritated and tells her, "We're not doing a show."
River hates herself as she replies, "Baby. It's ok. She's the only one that I think we can really trust here." She rubs her cheek against his while pushing her fingers through his hair.
"But, it's still public," he reminds her.
She licks his cheek, "I keep quiet. I promise, baby."
He sits silently for a moment as he thinks about what she said. Leif asks, "Do I get to bite you now?"
Leif feels her body shiver. River responds, "Only if I can have my vag suck your junk further into me. So... until you're in me, no?"
"Do you want his baby?" Becca asks incredulously.
Staring at Leif in the eyes while talking to Becca, "That's not even something that I've thought about yet." River squirms in his lap. "That's a convo for after the festival. But, now hat you've mentioned
it... he's the first guy that I think that I could do that with. It's so surreal." Leif's face is instantly confused. She kisses him hard. As she separates her face from his, "I don't know if this will stay just to a biology thing, baby."
As the fire is finally catching and growing, Leif teases her, "No feelings until we go home." River relaxes into his lap.
*****
A friend from the the other fire walks over. Buck naked. "Hey, Becca. River. Here's some gummies. Sean won't let me bring over any weed... Why are you still dressed?" He is seriously confused.
Becca remarks, "Because we're still talking. If you're that horny, go back to the other fire."
As he wanders off back to the other fire ring, River asks Leif, "May I? I want to feel you against me." He understands that she's talking about removing their clothes.
Leif shrugs, "Do what you want. But, I'll match you."
River kisses him roughly. "Bet." She breaks the kiss to yank her tank top off. Leif pulls his t-shirt off as well. "Do you want me to get completely naked?" she asks hopefully. He's already shoving his shorts down. River lifts her body enough to let him shuck his shorts.
"Leif. I have a problem," she tells him with a worried face. "I don't want to get off of you, but I want to get rid of the shorts under my skirt."
Lief flips her over as gently as he can. When her breath is forced out of her lungs, River feels her shorts and skirt yanked down over her thighs. She wiggles to let him take the clothing all of the way off of her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Please!" River whines.
Leif pauses. "I want you on me." River wraps her legs around his legs.
"I need you in me, NOW!" River growls. "Your dick is hard. You're where I need you. Fuck me!"
"I want you on top," Lief grunts as she slowly drags his dick over her twat.
She grabs his shoulder, "That's not an option, baby. I need you in me now."
He pushes into her, easily gliding into her twat, until his nuts rest against her ass. "Why? Why am I on top if I don't want to be on top?"
River blows out her breath. "If we, oh this is so nice," she comments as he drags the tip of his dick across the entrance to inner body. "If we, *grunt*, were a real couple... Remember how much I love you... If we're to be a real couple." River rolls her head back. Looking back at him, "We need to switch up. I need! Need! To know what it's. Like to have you... You're cuming in me right?" She asks distracted. "To have you. On top."
Leif is struggling with what she means.
River continues talking as she wraps her heels around his thighs, "I'm not letting go until I cum. Agreed?"
Leif starts pulling out so that he can push back in. "I'm. Oh gods. I'm not wearing. A condom."
"Just let. Ohh. Let your biology. Take over. That's good. Fuck me," she whispers in his ear, as she feels him pump in and out of her.
Leif lets the last part of his mental control go. He rapidly quickens the pace. He silently grunts as his dick penetrates her repeatedly. Sloppy wet slapping noises start to fill the night air. The sounds are lost in the midst of the noises of other couples fornicating.
River slowly tightens her grip on his body. Bringing herself closer to him. Squashing herself against him. Her arms and legs grip him unforgivably. She feels her need for her sexual release increasing.
"Cum in me, baby. I really want to feel it again," River whines softly. Leif bites her just above her tit. Right where her bra strap would be. River squeaks in surprise, as her body seizes up. Her pussy is squeezing his dick as hard as she can manage. Lief's fluids surge forward into the person that he shouldn't be with.
Leif kisses her gently. Breaking the kiss with his dick still in her pussy, "So not fair. This is so not fair."
Panting at the end of her orgasm, she agrees, "But this is what we have, baby. Biology."
Becca stands up loudly, unintentionally. She whispers loudly, "I'm going to go fuck Sean's brains out now. Even if he lasts all night, I don't think it'll be as hot as watching you."
*****
River wakes up on top of Leif inside of their tent. He's sleeping peacefully. She gives him a light kiss and rests her head on his shoulder again. His bite mark throbs.
When he eventually wakes up from the noise in the camp. She says, "Hey, buddy. I really enjoyed last night. Did you?"
Through the morning fog of waking up, he replies, "How could I not?"
Laying together for a few minutes, she asks, "What do you want to do now? All of the good bands were yesterday."
"What are our options?"
As she drags a couple of fingertips over his chest, in front of her face, "We could catch a couple of more bands. Or we can just scoot out of here. It'll take us a while to pack up. We have to leave by tonight. And then there's the drive home."
"Won't your friends need to get their stuff out of the tents?"
"Well yeah, but if they want to stay another night they can just get the tents back to us later."
After a few minutes of quiet thought, Leif tells her, "I think I'd rather leave sooner."
She whispers in his ear, "Ok." River reluctantly lifts her body from his and slide on a dirty tshirt and pair of shorts. Sans panties. And crawls out of the tent.
He can hear her tell Becca of their plans to leave early.
*****
Two hours and a shower and fresh change of clothes later, they're on the road leaving the festival grounds.
"That has to have been the strangest, most unexpected, and fun weekend we've ever had together, River."
She looks at his as he focuses on the bumpy road out of the festival grounds. "Thank you," she tells him simply.
"For what?"
Smiling broadly, "For being you. You really are an amazing guy, Leif. You're sweet. You're attentive. Especially with my needs. You're much more open minded than anyone else I've been with. And... you're accepting. You didn't need to do any of the silly things that I wanted to do."
"You're my sister. I need to take care of you. I really do love you."
She gently wraps her hands around his arm and leans over to put her head on his bicep. "I know. Well, like, I knew already. But I didn't realize how much, I guess. You know?"
"We can't just do those things when we get home."
"I know," she mumbles. "But we'll figure it out."
Leif responds, "it may take a long while to figure out."
River groans unhappily. "I know, but you're worth it. You know? I know you know." She looks up at him again. "We'll figure it out. Maybe in a couple of years, but we'll figure it out."