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Copyright 2012, Sara Sweet

Taboo Lust and Forbidden Pleasure Publishing

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.

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Sharing a Tent With Her
Big Brother

“YOU ASSHOLE!” Lisa shouted. “You did that on purpose!”

Mike smirked. “I’m not the one who tripped and spilled a whole pot of baked beans in MY sleeping bag. You should probably be more careful when you’re walking at night.”

Lisa sputtered incoherently. “Oh, so that stool just happened to move from the campfire to the perfect place to…”

“ENOUGH!” bellowed her step-father Charles. “I’m sick and tired of you two arguing all the time. You’re adults, not children. This was supposed to be a fun, family camping trip and you two are making it miserable. Your bickering and constant fighting are childish and frankly, I’m DONE with it.”

Lisa’s mother chimed in. “Your father and I have had it with you two. We really thought you’d outgrow it but somehow, you’ve just gotten worse and worse.”

Lisa and Mike glared at each other.

“Look Mom,” Mike began reasonably, but Lisa’s mom cut him off. “No. There is no excuse. I don’t want to hear a single word. You two are like annoying, yapping dogs and you’ve turned this trip into utter hell. I’m done with the both of you.”

“Your mother is right,” Charles said. “You’re acting like children and if you want to be treated as such, keep it up. Children don’t get cars or have their college paid for. They do chores and go to bed early.”

“Whoa,” Lisa said, “I need my car and…”

“And we need our peace,” her mom snapped. “Both of you, go to sleep. Work it out. I don’t care what you do, but god help me, tomorrow morning I expect you to be pleasant, respectful, kind, and GODDAM NICE!”

There was a shocked silence, then Mike said gingerly, “Well, we only have one sleeping bag, so how do you want us to…”

“You’re going to do something you never learned to do before and SHARE!” Charles said grimly. Turning to his wife he added, “Come on babe, let’s crack open a bottle of wine and pretend we left these two home and went to Maui instead.”

They walked off and left Lisa and Mike looking at each other.

“Holy shit,” Mike said softly. “We might have gone a bit too far this time.”

“You THINK?” Lisa replied. “Where the hell am I going to sleep? It’s cold as FUCK out here.”

“Look, we can make do. They’re really pissed. I mean REALLY pissed.”

“I’m not going to lose my car because you’re a dick,” Lisa said. “So let’s just get through this night and we’ll figure something out tomorrow.”

Inside the tent they looked at the single sleeping bag dubiously and then Lisa said, “Maybe you should take the ‘bean bag’.”

“Hell with that,” Mike replied. “I’m not going to lie in cold beans all night. Plus, I don’t want some bear to eat me just because he’s hungry. I’d be like a Hot Pocket for him.”

As annoying as Mike was, Lisa had to admit he was right. They’d have to share the sleeping bag and deep down inside, farther than she’d ever care to admit, she wasn’t completely mad.