Morning dawned clear and warm. Lincoln was up early, excited to see Lynn. He made himself wait an hour before waking her, though. After last night, she probably needed her sleep. At seven, however, he slipped out of his tent and went over to hers. Camp was deserted, the others still asleep. Kneeling by the little mesh window, he peered in. She was curled up on her side, her back to him.

"Hey," he whispered, and she stirred. "Wake up."

She muttered and turned over. When she saw him, she smiled dreamily, her eyes barely open. "Hey," she said.

"Hey," he said. "How'd you sleep?"

She stretched and yawned. "Okay." She blinked her eyes. "Why are you out there and not in here?"

"We have to be careful, right?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder. Nothing moved in camp.

Lynn shrugged. "We're brother and sister, what are they going to say? Lisa only noticed because she's probably a pervert."

Lincoln laughed. "Alright." He went around front, unzipped the flap, threw one last glance over his shoulder, and slipped inside.

"Hi" she said brightly. He lay next to her and put his arm around her.

"Hi," he said. "I missed you last night."

"I missed you too," she said, snuggling closer.

He rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, and her sweet, natural smell, conspired to lull him. He realized he could fall back to sleep if he wanted to.

"Lincoln?"

"Hmmm."

Lynn looked into his eyes. "I love you."

Lincoln smiled. "I love you too."

They kissed, and it was in that moment, Lincoln would think later, that he gave his heart entirely and irrevocably to his sister. She wrapped her arms around his head, and he rubbed her flank through the sleeping bag, finding the zipper and pulling it down. Then his hand was on her warm stomach, then beneath her shirt and travelling down. She moaned and clutched him tighter as he caressed the spot between her legs. She broke the kiss then and threw her head back, her hands grabbing the floor of the tent.

He increased his speed, and she gyrated her hips, her eyes squeezing tight and her mouth opening silently. Lincoln was breathing heavy, his penis throbbing against the inside of his pants. He pulled them down and mounted her, thrusting into her with a grunt.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him closer. "I love you," she panted.

"I love you too."

He kissed her and he pushed into her again and again. At one point, she opened her mouth to scream, and he bit her bottom lip. "Ouch," she said.

They both lasted longer than they had the night before. As Lynn neared her climax, she pushed him off and got on top. "My turn," she said with a demonic smile. She lowered herself onto him, and shuddered as he reentered her. He closed his eyes and put his hands on her hips. She took her shirt off and threw it aside. He reached up and took her breasts in his hands. Lynn put her hands on his, pressed them down harder, and threw her head back, riding the waves of her orgasm. When Lincoln muttered, "Get off..." she jumped aside, and watched in amazement as he finished, shooting hot ribbons of cum into the air; they arched down and splattered his stomach. She licked her lips, and before she could stop herself, she was lapping it up: It was warm and salty and reminded her of snot. But good snot.

She crawled into his arms and they held each other. "That was better than last night," she said, looking up at him.

"Much better."

"If it gets any better, you're in trouble."

"Why's that?" he asked.

"Because I'm going to fuck your brains out every chance I get."

They laid together for a little while longer before Lincoln got up and went back to his own tent. Five minutes later, mom, dad, Lori, and Leni materialized in camp. Lynn went over first, then, a couple minutes later, Lincoln followed.

"Hey, honey," dad said to Lynn. "How'd you sleep?"

"Okay," she said.

"Lincoln?"

Lincoln shrugged. He suddenly felt very self-conscious, like everyone knew what had happened and was silently judging him. "Alright."

Soon, everyone else came out of their tents, and dad started making breakfast. Lynn sat by the fire and silently watched Lincoln as he interacted with their siblings. He was so handsome. She sighed.

"I trust you slept well last night," Lisa said, sitting next to her. Lynn startled. "Yeah," she said guardedly, "I slept okay."

"I've noticed a drop in barometric pressure this morning, almost as if a storm that has been building up broke. Funny, I didn't hear any rain last night."

Lynn bit her bottom lip. She had half a mind to backhand the little girl into next Wednesday. "Neither did I," she said instead.

"Hm. Well, good thing I'm not a meteorologist and the weather is none of my business." With that, Lisa got up and wandered away.

I'll say it's not your business, Lynn thought.

After eating bacon and eggs, they started breaking down their tents. As she pulled stakes from the ground and collapsed her tent, Lynn felt a twinge of regret. She would miss this place. The river where she and Lincoln shared their first kiss, the trail, the field where they gave each other their virginity. It was a special, magical place.

Lincoln was struggling to pull his stakes out of the ground, and she went over, putting her hands on her hips. "Needs some help there, neighbor?" she asked, grinning.

"No," Lincoln said over his shoulder. He pulled, grunted, and fell backwards; the stake did not come with him.

"Nice going, Spaghetti Arms."

Lincoln looked up, his face red from exertion. "Piss off, bitch," he said through a little smile. He got back up and tried again, this time finally getting it.

Lynn shook her head. "First you couldn't get them in, now you can't get them out. Sad."

"I can get something in," he said.

"Oh? What's that?"

He looked up at her, and they both broke out laughing. "Really," Lynn said, "you want some help?"

"Sure," Lincoln said.

Kneeling, Lynn grabbed one of the stakes and pulled. It didn't budge. "Damn, you really got them in there," she said.

"Yeah," Lincoln said without looking up, "I imagined I was stabbing you in the face."

"Aw," Lynn said, "did I really get to you that much?"

"Kind of."

"Well, pretend it's my junk and you're about to blast."

Lincoln laughed and shook his head.

After taking down their tents, Lincoln and Lynn helped dad load the van. In an hour, they were on the road. In an hour and a half, they were travelling south on I-75. Lynn sat by the window, drowsing. Lincoln sat next to. Next to him, Lisa recited a litany of possible tragedies. "Tornado could pick us up, Mac truck could run us over, we could get caught in the middle of a high speed police pursuit..."

"Hey, Lynn," Lincoln said.

"Yeah?"

"Wanna play a game?"

"What kind of game?"

"Auto attack."

Before she could reply, a pick-up truck passed them, and Lincoln punched her in the arm. "Good timing," he said.

"Cut it out," she laughed.

A van passed, and he punched her again. "Ow, really!"

He raised his fist again, but instead leaned in and kissed her arm. "Sorry."

She smiled. "That's okay. You can make it up to me when we get home."

"...Lincoln and Lynn could attract the attention of our father, leading him to veer off the highway and into the path of an oncoming car..."

"Shut up," Lincoln and Lynn both said.

Lisa closed her mouth.