"It's really cold, Sis," Aunt Caramel said from my left side. Her voice was soft in the complete darkness of the tent. The rain still drummed steadily against the fabric above us. Her naked body pressed lightly against my left side, the warm skin of her thigh and hip touching mine.
"Yeah, Caramel… it's really cold," Aunt Stacy said, moving her fingers around my nipple. It was dark in the tent and she was making use of it.
Only our silhouettes were faintly visible in the near-total blackness. Her soft fingertips traced slow, deliberate circles over my chest, brushing closer and closer to the sensitive peak. The gentle touch sent a quiet shiver through me while her thick, warm body stayed pressed against my right side.
"Alex, are you okay?" Aunt Caramel said, turning toward me, her thigh pressing mine. She shifted slightly on the padding so more of her toned, tanned leg rested firmly against my own. The heat of her bare skin soaked into me.
