"Heather? Heather!"

The voice slipped through the thin cover of the tent, and across to my groggy mind. I sat up suddenly, as I realised the call was coming from her mother. I was too late to do anything about it, as a head poked through the tent flap, letting in the slightly cooler air, and the morning sunshine.

"Heather, are you... Oh, Christ. Paul? What in hell are... God, just sit there. Heather, wake up!"

"Uhh... Morning, Mum."

"Don't you 'morning Mum' me, my girl. What in hell are you thinking? You have any idea what your father will do?"

"You... you won't tell him. Will you? We didn't..."

"Later. Later. Stephanie, wake up, sweetheart."

Steve's voice was muffled by the sleeping bag. "Don't call me that, Auntie."

"There's no time for that, dear. You need to get up. Your mother's on the phone."

Steph leapt from the bed, naked and uncaring. "What's the matter?"

"I'm not sure. You know she doesn't like to talk to me. She wants you. No, no. Hold on."

"What?"

"You can't go like that, Steph. Colin will have heart failure."

"Huh?" She looked down at herself. "Oops." She grabbed her shirt from the floor and put it on. "That better?"

"No! Pants. My God, what are your parents teaching the two of you?"

"More important things than this, Sandra." She pulled her shorts on, just the same.

"I have my doubts, girl. My doubts. Go, go."

Heather's mother turned back to me. "Paul, we haven't officially met. I'm Sandra."

I held out my hand, and the blanket dropped to my waist. "Ah, yes. Nice to meet you."

"I might have thought other circumstances could have been more appropriate."

"Sorry."

"Yes. Have you been looking after her?"

"Huh?"

"My little girl. Have you been looking after Heather?"

"Oh..."

Heather sat up then, and joined in. "Mum, he doesn't need to look after me, and I'm not your little girl."

"You are so," Sandra insisted, waggling her finger at her daughter. "Is the bra some indication that I should be less worried than might otherwise be the case?"

I kept out of it, and just sat there.

"Mum, we didn't."

"No?"

"No."

Sandra looked at me, and slowly smiled. "I probably would have."

"Mother!"

"Well. Look, your father cannot know about this. You'll have no end of trouble."

"I know."

"Yes. Okay, listen. Paul, I'll take the girls inside. You stay here for a while, then come around to the front door, and ask if you can see someone. Vicki, maybe? You can say she asked you to come over for breakfast."

Heather leaned over and gave her mother a quick hug. "You know what, Mummy? Maybe I will keep being your little girl."

"Shush you. We'll talk later. Vicki, I know you're awake."

"Yes, Aunt?" Vicki sat up in the other bed.

"You know you only call me that when you want something."

"Do not!"

"Do so! Get the rest of the way out of that bed, and put some clothes on. And don't you even pretend you haven't been doing anything. This tent reeks."

Vicki had the decency to blush. "It's not like you've never caught me before, Sandra."

"Yes, yes. Heather. Clothes. Don't look at him like that. He's seen you already."

"It was dark."

"That time, maybe. Get dressed." Both of the girls hurried into some clothing. I just watched some more."Right, come with me, both of you. Paul, you get no Brownie points with me for ogling, you know."

"Sorry."

"Not much, you're not. Front door, remember? About twenty minutes. Ask for Vicki."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I like that. Nice attitude. Wear some clothing, for Christ's sake."

"Got it."

"Let's go."

I sat there on the stretcher, in my briefs, feet on the floor, and wondered if the entire family had some form of insanity. I was just reaching the conclusion that I didn't actually mind, when the tent flap opened again, and Steph rushed back in.

"Paul. Hey, Honey."

"Hiya. Everything alright?"

"Ah, not exactly, no. God, you look delicious like that, though."

"What's wrong?"

"It's Vicki's Mum. She was in a car accident."

"Oh, shit!"

"She's alright, though."

"She is?"

"Yeah. A bit shaken up. And the car's a write-off."

"Hell. Well I'm glad she's okay."

"Yeah." Steph stood still for a moment, and then scrabbled around on the floor for her watch. She took a quick look at the time. "Ah. Shit." She looked across at me."The briefs."

"Yes?"

"Take them off. Quickly."

"Huh?"

She dropped to her knees and turned to me. "Come on, I don't have much time."

She'd already grabbed hold of the waistband of them, and I lifted my ass so she could pull them down. "You don't? Why not?"

"Because I need breakfast, and a shower, and... mmmm..."

Steph had stopped talking, and lowered her face to my hardening cock. Licking it lightly she watched it jump, and then took it in her hands.

Looking up at me and grinning, she lowered her mouth over me, swirling her tongue and sliding her fingers up and down my cock.

My hands ran up and down her back as she took care of me, her expert tongue feeling wonderful around my cock. She started to slide up and down the shaft, taking me deeper into her mouth, one hand sliding wonderfully up and down, the other fondling my balls.

I wanted to ask her some questions, but she couldn't answer anyway, so I took the easy option and surrendered myself to what was happening, feeling my hips thrust against her caresses, and it took me hardly any time to be ready.

I tried to tell her - to stop her. I pushed her head with my hands, but she wouldn't take any notice, and when I exploded she did her best to keep it all, only allowing a small dribble to escape.

Steph's head rose from between my thighs, a grin on her face. "Well, maybe I don't need breakfast after all." I wiped the small blob of liquid from her bottom lip, and was about to wipe it off on the sheet when she grabbed my hand in both of hers. "Uh uh. That's mine." She pulled my finger to her mouth, and sucked my finger the way she'd sucked my cock. Eventually she released me again, and the smile returned. "All clean?"

"God, Steph, you're amazing, you know that?"

"You bet. Now I gotta go."

"Oh, can't I...?"

"Uh uh. No time. Just came out here to grab the rest of my clothes and stuff." She was still on her knees, and she put her hands on my shoulders. "Listen, we have to go. Vicki and I need to fly back home. Now."

"I thought you said she was fine?"

"She is. But Mum's panicking, and needs our help."

"I understand. God, I thought we would have the summer."

She kissed me then, and turned to pick up her things. "We never did have, Paul. We were going home in a few days anyway."

"You were? You never said."

"I know. I wanted things to just be the way they were."

"Shit."

"Oh, don't be so sad. You've never had a holiday like this in your life, and you know it."

"I know, but I'll miss you."

"Yup. I did tell you, remember. You're not my boyfriend."

"Yeah, yeah. Things happen so fast around you, you know."

"I do. Really, I understand. Friends?"

"God, yes!"

"Good. Oh, Vicki said to tell you that was from her too."

"It was?"

"Yeah. She did the swirly bits."

"You really are nuts, you know."

"Yup. Remember, front door."

"Kiss me again, first."

"Just quickly."

Suddenly I was alone in the tent again. I think I must have been in some sort of shock as well. I just sat there, trying to make sense of all this. And I couldn't.

---

"Yes, can I help you?"

"Hi there. It's Paul. I've been... hanging out at the beach... with the girls."

"Oh, yes. Hi Paul. Colin. Come on in."

"Thanks. Vicki asked me over for breakfast..."

"Yeah, she said. Come through to the kitchen. We've had some drama here this morning already, but that's no reason to miss out on food."

"Oh?"

"I'll let the girls tell you. Stephanie says you're a photographer?"

---

We stood in a group, away from the crowd. I'd driven all three girls to the airport, leaving Heather's parents at home, and Vicki and Steph had checked in. Now it was all waiting.

Steph turned to Heather. "Hey, wanna do something for me?"

"Depends. You going to embarrass me?"

"Uh uh. I need something to read on the plane. You always choose the best books. Get me something?"

"Oh, sure. Romance?"

"Nah. Something exciting."

"Romance is exciting."

"Alright, so something with both."

"Sex and killing?"

"That's it."

"Back in a minute."

"Hey, take the money."

"Forget that, Cuz. I still have the cash from the restaurant."

"Oh, yeah. Hey, keep that."

"I am."

"Bitch."

"Yeah."

Heather wandered off towards the bookstore. Steph turned to me. "God, was that lame?"

"Huh?"

"The excuse. A book, for Christ's sake."

"You don't want one?"

"Well, maybe. But mostly we want to talk to you."

"Oh? Should I be worried?"

Vicki joined in then. "Nah, there isn't time to drag you away anywhere."

Steph grinned. "I think he's worn out, in any case."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No, Paul. Not this time. Listen, We want to say thank you."

"Yeah, thanks."

"What? What are you thanking me for?"

Vicki put her face close to my ear. "The fucking, maybe?"

"Not just that." Steph wasn't smiling. "For the company, and the trust, and the going-with-the-flow insanity."

"And," Vicki leaned back in. "The fucking."

Now Steph smiled. "Yeah. And that."

"I don't think you need to thank me. I had a great time. I just wish you weren't going."

Steph took over again. "Yeah, yeah. That's always the case. Everyone misses us."

"Not!" That was the Vicki echo.

"But... listen, Paul, we had to straighten out something before we go."

"Oh, what's that?"

"Well, we didn't do it on purpose, exactly..."

"Aside from the actual lie itself, anyway..."

"But we did mislead you about something."

"A little."

"A lot."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Shit, here she comes. Quick, Steph."

"Well, it's about her. Heather. She's..."

"Hurry!"

"... Not a lesbian."