Mountain Vacation

Everybody who knew my family knew that Jessica only put up with me because I was her little brother, but deep down she hated being around me all the time. I guess I tended to get on her nerves as any typical sibling would. Last summer we took a family vacation up to the mountains for a week and all Jess talked about the whole trip was how unfair it was that she, being a 17 year old girl, had to share a room with me, a 15 year old boy. I really didn’t mind because I planned on being outside the whole trip, either riding my four-wheeler or fishing, two of the three loves in my life. The other being hot, sexy girls. A nice firm pair of tits and a round bubble butt are two qualities that I always admired in girls, well except one girl, Jess because she was my sister so she didn’t count. I remember when I first started noticing girls, I had to fight not to stare at even her when she bounced around the house in a pair of booty shorts and an almost see through white tank top with no bra underneath. It was especially nice when it was cold because her hard nipples would almost poke right through the fabric of the tank top. Enough about that.
We arrived at the cabin and I immediately grabbed my fishing pole and headed down to the river. Mom yelled for me not to be late for supper as I hustled on down the path. After a few hours, and a cooler full of fish, I heard dad coming down through the brush to fish some with me before supper. Just as I reeled in another fish, I felt a push and I almost went face first down in the water. It wasn’t dad coming down the hill, it was Jessica and she was giggling at the fact that she almost pushed me in. “Don’t do that!” I told her, “I’ve got my phone and wallet on me and YOU don’t want to make me fall in and get that stuff wet.” She rolled her eyes like she usually did when I talked and said, “whatever”. “What are you doing down here anyways?” I asked her. “Nothing else to do, plus mom told me to come tell you that supper was going to be early, like right now, so come on to the house.” “Fine” I was my only response. That was not nearly enough fishing time for my first day. I left my rod and reel and my bait because I planned to come back after supper and started back up the hill towards the cabin. Jess was just ahead of me and I hadn’t noticed earlier, but she had on a pair of those black booty shorts and the way she was walking up the steep hill made half of her ass hang out of the bottom of them.