A jerk off partnership makes a camping trip so much more fun!

A camping trip turned into a jerk off fest.  My family’s annual reunion the year I turned 15 was probably the most memorable of all.  It was held at a campsite in Southern Oregon and the family had rented about a dozen cabins.  My cousin Brett was 15 as well and we were very bored with the singing by the campfire and decided to explore the nearby woods.   We had a single flashlight and kept trying to scare each other into thinking there was a maniac in the woods.  At one point, Brett pushed me up against a tree, placed his hand over my mouth and dramatically put his finger over his lips to indicate that I should be very quiet.  

“Someone is coming, Sabrina, I swear!”  he pressed himself up against me and my breathing increased.  I watched his face as he nervously looked around the woods.  “I thought I saw some crazy guy over there with a KNIFE!” he whispered.  

“Oh, bullshit!” I threw his hand off my mouth and pushed him away.  He laughed loudly.  

“Come on, let’s head back.  The mosquitoes are eating me alive.”  He said.  We walked back quickly and rejoined the family, who appeared to be partying now with gusto and no sign of slowing down.

“This is stupid.  Let’s just grab a good cabin before anyone else does.”  He suggested.  I agreed and we chose the last cabin, furthest away from the noisy crowd.  There were two sets of bunk beds.  We chose the one closest to the window.  

“I’ll take the top one.” he offered and quickly climbed the ladder and got under the covers.

I got into the bed underneath him and we talked for a little while about the fishing we were sure to do the following day.  I let out a loud yawn.  

“I’m exhausted.”  I announced.  

“From what?  We barely did anything except hide from deranged killers in the woods today.”  said Brett.

“From the 10 hour drive up here.”  I said, “Don’t talk to me anymore, Brett, I’m crashing hard now.  Nighty night.”

“Good night.  Sleep tight.” he said.  

I turned on my side and closed my eyes, ready for a long and deep sleep.   I came suddenly awake again, just as I was dozing off.  The bed above me was creaking.  Brett must have been trying to find a comfortable position, I figured.  I closed my eyes again but the creaking continued.   It was rhythmic and I realized it wasn’t going to stop.  I sat up, causing my own bed to creak and then his bed suddenly quieted.

“What are you doing?  Why is your bed creaking so much?” I asked.

I heard him swallow and then, he answered, out of breath.  “Nothing, dude.  Go to sleep.”

I lay back down on the pillow and after a few minutes, the creaking started back up again, fainter this time, but I was able to hear the sound of wet slapping.  

“What the fuck is THAT?” I demanded.  “What are you doing, jerk off?”  

He laughed loudly.  “Yes, you nailed it.  That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

I gasped.  “You’re jerking off???? In here?”

“I’m sorry, okay?  I can’t help it.  I need to jerk off at least a few times a day or I’ll go nuts.”.

“EWWWW!” was all I could think of to say which made him laugh even harder.

“Don’t tell me you never rub one out yourself.”  Brett said, accusingly.

“Well, yeah of course.  But not when someone is sleeping in the same bunk bed as I am!” I answered indignantly.  

“I’ll get finished much faster if you help me.” he suggested.

“What??? I’m not touching your dick, Brett!” I protested.

“No, no, no, dummy.  I’m not asking you to touch me.  Just stay where you are.  But, can you like… moan a little for me?”

“You’re kidding, right?”  I sat up but suddenly my heart started racing, the idea of moaning for my cousin and helping him to cum in his hand enticed me and excited me. 

“No, I’m not kidding.” he said, his voice sounding humorously casual.  “Help me, Sabrina.  Please?  It will be fun.”

“You mean, like this?”  I moaned just like I heard women moan during sex scenes in movies.

“Ohhhhh… god…. yeahhhhh.” Brett’s enthusiastic approval urged me on.  I began to moan just as if I was getting fucked, the whimpers and squeals escalating as I heard Brett’s cock, in his hand, wet and urgently being yanked.  It turned me on to hear him like nothing had before.

I slipped my hand into my panties and began to rub my clit.  Listening to Brett jerk off was too much for me.  Now, my moans were genuine as I slid my fingers in and out of me and I was sure that Brett could hear my wetness too.  We masturbated together, for each other, and when I heard his breathing change and he began grunting, I knew he was cumming and I imagined the spurt of jizz landing on his stomach, I raised my hips off the bed and orgasmed right along with him, my high pitched moans matching his deep groans.  

We lay there quietly in the dark, our breathing starting to subside and without a word, we fell asleep in our cabin, our fingers sticky, cock and pussy, happy.  Jerk off mission accomplished. 

The following morning at breakfast, Grandma remarked that Brett and Sabrina sure did have the appetite of a couple of hungry bears!  Brett winked at me and we chuckled together, satisfied with our naughty little secret.

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