The walk back to the river wasn't sexual. It wasn't innocent either. I wasn't quite sure what it was, but I didn't let that stop me.

Vicki had managed to find a shoulder bag in the house and we stuffed our clothes in it along with the camera, then walked back down to the water. Even the jandals were in the bag. I don't think I'd ever been so naked outside the house.

Instead of heading back to the large stones on which we'd safely crossed the river the first time, we dropped the bag on the river bank and waded straight in. The cold water felt wonderful on my bare skin, and I loved watching Vicki jump up and down, her breasts bouncing and dripping wet.

After the action in the house I found it easier to concentrate on things other than the forbidden nudity, and the photographer in me woke up and started to look properly. Leaving Vicki playing in the water, I walked back up to the bank, shook myself off as best I could, and retrieved the camera from the bag.

I looked back at Vicki and silently asked her permission. She nodded, grinned, and went back to splashing in the water. I stood on the bank and stared at her through the viewfinder. I wondered if I'd ever have the courage to show my father what I'd been photographing on holiday. I certainly wasn't showing Mum.

Vicki was gorgeous. I knew that already, but now I could see a little better without the veil of lust. Well, not completely without. She still excited me, but it was just a low-frequency throb for now. Vicki was shameless in the water, but the impression I got then was an innocent one. Not sexual, just nude. Sensual though. I think I was slowly understanding the attitude that the girls had a little better.

That was when Vicki climbed out of the water and stood directly in front of me. "We should get going." She laughed. "You planning to hang your camera on that?"

I looked down to see what she was pointing at, and saw I had an erection. I blushed, and realised none of this was nearly as innocent as I'd painted it. "It's your fault."

"Hardly. You were staring."

"You would have, too."

"I was."

"I should rape you again."

"Not now, dear. We have people to see."

"Maybe I should get dressed."

"Nah. A walk in the river should cure you. Listen, you go back across The Stones, and I'll wade back through here. See you on the other side."

"Okay. I'll take all this."

"The shoulder bag suits you."

"The nudity suits you."

She grinned and turned. I got another grin back over her shoulder when she heard the click of the camera. The water was up to her knees, and her ass looked delicious.

I walked safely back across the river with the gear, and met up with Vicki on the other side. She took the bag from me and insisted that I walk down in the water for a while. My erection had subsided anyway, but I didn't argue. Vicki smiled more mischievously, and ran off with the bag, in the direction of the other girls.

By the time I caught up with her she'd been talking with Heather and Steph, and the three of them were standing on the riverbank, naked, and pointing at me with the camera, trying desperately to figure out how it worked so they could take a photograph of me nude. For once my courage didn't desert me, and I boldly walked straight up towards them, just in time for them to work out what they were doing, and take a few full-frontal shots. I pulled myself from the water and kissed each of them. If they could be this brave, so could I.

For the first time, I could see the Heather's naked body clearly. She was stunning. There was something statuesque about her, a self-assurance that contradicted her usual shyness. Something special, though I couldn't figure what it was. She was certainly a contrast to the other equally gorgeous girls. Her hair was almost orange in the light now, and her freckled skin was pale. Her pubic thatch was nearly invisible against her skin sometimes, and she had an undeniable innocence about her that was completely lacking in the sisters most of the time.

I took the camera, showed them that it needed a new film, loaded it, and proceeded to take candid pictures of them all. They didn't hide, and I didn't hesitate. I got images of them together, and separately. Of them lying on the grassy bank, sitting, or kicking the shallow water. I snapped them hugging. Every time the three of them stood together I remembered the first photos I took of them, and how I would never have dreamed it would turn out like this. Then I took more.

We stopped and ate lunch on the bank of the river, comfortably nude now, and lay there for a while until I felt the need to record more of what was going on.

Most of the time, one of the girls was watching what I was doing, so I showed them how to use the camera, what the settings were for, and what you needed to look out for. Heather was especially quick on the uptake, and after a while I let her load the camera, and she played with it while the rest of us splashed in the water.

Steph was whispering with Vicki and they were both grinning at me. I guessed she was reporting on how it had gone. I silenced them by walking up behind them and squeezing an ass in each hand. They squealed. Heather clicked.

The day wore on and the heat became oppressive. Eventually we decided that we'd had enough. We were out of film in any case, so Steph suggested perhaps we could head back into town, and Heather could arrange to develop the photos. I was a bit nervous about that, but I was told I was worrying about nothing. As it turned out, Heather knew exactly who to talk to. We were promised the prints back the next day.

The four of us drove back to Sally's place. At this time of the afternoon the back lawn was shaded, and we could pick up some cold drinks and sit outside on the grass, away from the sun.

In fact when we arrived that wasn't quite how it worked. Sally was standing on the porch drinking coffee, and beckoned us all over.

"Well, you're all a little difficult to find today."

Steph spoke first. "We took Paul to the river. Turns out he doesn't drown easily."

"I tried that when he was little. I think he's a witch. You can't drown him."

"So we found out. We should have asked you first."

"I know lots of secrets about Paul."

"Oh?"

I stepped in at this point. "Hey, I thought we had a deal."

Sally smiled. "Yeah, but you know how girls stick together."

"That's hardly fair."

Steph snorted. "Don't you get it yet? Nothing's fair."

"Oh."

Sally gave Steph a quick hug. "Paul, I promise I won't really tell any secrets, unless the girls show up with chocolate."

"I'll be back tomorrow," Vicki said.

"With me," Heather added.

"Anyway," Sally continued, ushering us all inside, "you look like you could use a drink. Hot or cold?"

"Cold," we chorused.

"Beer, is it?"

"Ah... well, no, probably best not." That was Heather.

"No?"

"No. No, Steph."

"Hmmph."

Sally looked around. "Oh, had some already? I hope you guys aren't overdoing it."

"That's why I said no."

"Okay. Sit. Sit."

We all sat down around the dining table, and Sally grabbed some glasses, and some juice from the fridge. "This alright?"

"Perfect." We all thanked her, and then she sat with us. "Umm... listen, I wouldn't want you to think I was trying to bribe you with beer, especially after you turned it down... but I have a favour to ask."

"Oh oh." Vicki shook her head, teasing Sally that she was indicating for us to say no."

"Yeah, well look, you don't have to do this. You can say no. But you know it's New Year's Eve tomorrow, right?"

"D'uh! Oh, sorry." You could see why Vicki didn't need more beer.

"Yeah. Umm... so do you have plans?"

Heather looked up. "Oh, no, you want to mess with New Year's Eve?"

"Well sort of. Maybe. I have a friend, Stacy. She runs a restaurant."

"Stacy Jones?"

"Yeah her. Trust you, Heather."

Heather raised her eyebrows. "Is there anyone in this town you don't know?"

"Point taken."

Steph added, "And what's more, you know what they're doing."

"Not all of them, Stephanie."

"Steve."

"Sorry, Steve. Anyway, she had her staff all worked out for the evening, and now she's had a bunch of them get sick. She was wondering... I was wondering... if you could maybe help her out."

Heather quickly saw what was coming. "What sort of staff?"

"Waitresses."

"Oh," she responded quickly, "Paul would make a great waitress."

"Well... and waiters. Sorry, Paul."

It was Vicki's turn. "Yeah, but... what about... you know... partying?"

Sally grinned at her now. "Well Vicki, I've seen plenty of the results of partying. What would you like to know?"

"No, but... we were going to go out... and stuff. Right?"

"Right," Steph agreed.

"We were?" That was Heather, but it could well have been me.

"Yeah!" Steph and Vicki together, just as you might expect.

"Okay, well... I've talked to your mother already, Heather."

"Oh oh."

"No, I didn't suggest you might be doing anything. Just asked if she thought it would be alright if you were to help."

"Ah."

"And I did get something from her that you wouldn't have."

"You did? What?"

"No curfew."

"You're kidding."

"Uh uh. I told her that I'd help to make sure nothing would be getting out of hand, but that you'd be working until early morning, so she couldn't expect you to be back in bed until after daylight."

"How did she take that?"

"I'm persuasive."

"Oh God, that's great!"

"Yeah. But for that to work, you have to help, and then I need your word that things won't get... crazy."

Heather was analysing all of this on the spot. "What exactly does crazy mean?"

"Oh, you are quick. It pretty much means you keep on misbehaving the way you all have been so far, and don't add anything else to your repertoire."

Steph was first. "Us?"

Sally stopped smiling. "Listen guys, I don't want anyone hurt. That means injured, dead, in pain, pregnant, or caught." She ticked them off her fingers.

Steph looked around the table. "Okay, okay, just leave it at that, then."

"Deal. So, will you help?"

Vicki lifted her hand in the air. "Stay up all night? I'm in." We all followed suit, and it was decided.

Sally hadn't quite finished though. "Alright. Let me get some money. You guys need to be correctly dressed. Heather, you know the uniform at the restaurant?"

"Yup."

"Do you have one of those black skirts?"

"Uh uh."

"No. So you girls need one each. From Matson's. And a white blouse. They know the ones."

"Okay, sure. What about Paul?"

"I'm not sure if he..."

I stopped Sally with a glare. She grinned back, and I finished for her. "... likes to wear a skirt. Ha ha."

The girls all burst into laughter. Sally looked at Heather. "He needs black trousers and a white business shirt."

"Ooh," Steph cooed. "He'll look devilishly handsome."

"Especially with us. How short are those skirts?"

"Very."

Sally waved. "Hey, I'm still here. The less I know, the less I can tell."

"Oh, sorry Sally."

"It's alright, Steve. Just look after my favourite nephew."

"Oh, I promise."

"Okay. Paul, I'll leave the cash in the urn." She stopped and raised an eyebrow. "I assume you'll be able to find that?"

I blushed and nodded.

"Right. Get out. You guys are filling up my summer. Want to come back to eat tonight?"

It was agreed, and we refilled our glasses and went to sit outside. It was hot, and we were all tired. I think we all nodded off on the grass, and in my case I didn't know much more until Mike called me to give him a hand with the barbeque while the girls helped with what he called the rabbit food.

Dinner was great. Everyone was joking around, and Vicki was teasing Mike with encouragement from Sally.

We helped with the dishes while I reminded everyone that I was camping, and had no idea why I needed to do this. The girls swatted me.

With that out of the way we sat around watching TV for a while, and then I walked the girls home. I was hoping one of them might decide to stay, but had no idea how to ask. In the end I kissed them all goodnight outside their tent, and walked back alone, replaying the day in my head all the way.

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I was sound asleep when they showed up. Steph and Vicki both pushed their way into the tent, both in just tee-shirts and knickers. Steph lay down beside me, outside the sleeping bag, and kissed me awake. Vicki sat astride my hips, and rubbed herself against me. I realised I had lost control of the situation even before they got here. Again.

Steph started: "Hiya sweetie."

"Um, hi."

"Did you miss me?"

Before I could answer, Vicki stepped in. "And me?"

"We missed you."

"We were talking about you."

"And how cute you are."

"And shy."

"Well, not so shy now... but then Vicki was telling me what you did."

"At the house."

"In the doorway."

"And the bedroom."

"And I wished..."

"She wished she'd been there with us."

"I did."

"But then..."

"We realised, didn't we, Vicki?"

"We did. We realised that you were here."

"And Heather was sound asleep."

"Yeah. And we could have... you know... helped each other..."

"But we thought maybe it might be more fun..."

"Here, Steph..."

"With you..."

Steph raised her head and looked at me. "What's the matter? Should we go?"

"God, no!"

"Alright. We won't. Promise."

"Good."

"Tell you what, Paul."

"What?"

"You can ask a question. Just one. Any question. Right, Vicki?"

"Yup. One."

I thought for a moment. Then grinned. "Steph, do you girls always wear black knickers?"

She laughed, and then answered. "No, silly. Sometimes..." and she paused and sat up to slide her knickers off her ass and down her legs. "Sometimes, we don't wear any at all. Now get out of that sleeping bag."

It took a few minutes to rearrange things. There was no way we were going to all fit inside the bag, and in any case it was a hot night. We settled for having it under us, and then things just happened.

I lay on my back, naked, and the two girls sat on me. Both were facing me. Vicki was more or less where she had been earlier, her knees either side of my hips. She had kept her knickers on for some reason, but her breasts swayed freely above me. I couldn't see her terribly well though, because Steph was sitting on my chest. She was in a similar position, with my arms under her legs.

I was able to reach up and grab Steph's ass with my hands, and I was immediately possessed by a need to pull her closer. I flexed my arms, and she wriggled forward until her open pink flesh was within reach of my tongue.

I flicked her with the tip of it, and she wriggled a little closer. My face with covered with her, and her intimate scent was all I could smell. I started to do my best to take care of her as I had her sister earlier in the day.

In the meantime, Vicki was enjoying herself further down my body, and I was far from complaining. With her knickers still on, she had her hands on Steph's shoulders, and was rubbing her sopping mound up and down along the length of my cock, the shaft of it comfortably nestled in the crevice between her puffy labia. As she rode up, slippery satin caressed my skin. As she pressed back again, the tip of my cock pressed momentarily against her hard clit. I couldn't feel it through the layer of black cloth, but she certainly could.

Steph was rubbing too. Her body was moving with the same rhythm as the hands on her shoulders, and we reached a point where Vicki's covered clit and Steph's naked one were being caressed in time.

We moved. All three of us, not talking for a change, tied up in the rhythm. Ignorant of anything else, we struggled against each other. The girls moaned. I sighed and thrust. All three of us slowly but surely pressed against each other, moving closer and closer to a climax.

The silence became punctuated with grunts. Dampness seeped through Vicki's knickers, and freely dripped from Stephanie's pussy. Dribbles seeped from the tip of my cock.

Vicki was the first to speak, and it was a whispered, gasped question. "Now?"

Steph answered quickly. "Now, Vicki. God, now."

Vicki waited a moment. "Paul?"

"Uh huh?"

"Want to make a mess?"

"Uh huh."

She didn't say anything else. Without disrupting the movement, she somehow pressed herself harder against me, and when she pushed down again the very tip of my cock rubbed hard against her. She gasped, and my lips closed on Steph in surprise.

Vicki shuddered, her legs clamped together either side me, and I couldn't hold off any more. The muscles in my thighs contracted, I could feel the release coming, and sperm shot from my cock, just past the black satin and into the air, splattering down on my stomach and Steph's back. She didn't care though. Her legs were threatening to squeeze the life out of my head as she came and she tried to catch a breath.

The cycle was deliciously vicious. Every time one of us twitched it sent a shockwave through the other two, and back again. It took quite some time to calm down.

After a while, Vicki spoke again, a giggle in her voice. "Tissues?"

Steph and I both pointed across the tent without speaking, and then we all laughed. Vicki climbed from my hips and grabbed the box of tissues, returning to wipe the mess from her sister's bare back and my stomach, before kissing Steph and letting her know she could let me breathe now. She climbed off, and they both lay down, on either side, and kissed me.

It was wonderful, but it wasn't comfortable. At least one of them was always threatening to fall off. After the third time almost finding herself on her ass on the floor, Steph unwrapped herself from my arms, and climbed off.

"You got a coin, lover?"

"What in hell for?"

"You had your question already. Well?"

"Ahh... backpack, just there. Front pocket.

Vicki lifted herself and rested on my chest. Steph retrieved a coin while I watched her ass. She turned back to the two of us. "Right Vicki, heads or tails?"

"Oh, come on."

"No, seriously."

"Oh, if you must. Tails."

"Bitch. I always take tails."

"Oh, alright. Heads then."

"No, no. You're tails, right?"

"Right."

She flipped the coin and then peered at it in the dim light. "Fuck."

"Hah!"

Steph turned to me, leaned down and kissed me on the lips. "Night, sexy. " Then she put her mouth to my ear. "It was heads, but what the hell. Look after her."

"I promise."

"Hey, no whispering. Go on. Out. Give Heather a kiss for me."

"You bet. See ya."

I spoke up then. "For God's sake, Steph, don't you think you should get dressed?"

"Hell, I was only half dressed in the first place."

"Well?"

"I'll take them, just in case I see a policeman."

"How will that help?"

"Well, I can either molest him or get dressed, depending on if he likes girls."

"You are hopeless."

"And you, lover, have a good tongue technique. Vicki was right."

"Thanks."

"Get some sleep. Vicki, let him get some sleep."

Vicki, as it happened, was already asleep.

"Hey, Steph?"

"Uh huh."

"Give her a kiss from me, too."