While Gina, Leah, and Erin sequestered themselves in the bathroom, I relaxed in Gina’s bed and simply stared at the ceiling. When Leah told me that she “had a surprise for me,” I feigned ignorance and asked her what it was. Erin had merely grinned as I pretended to be curious for Leah’s benefit.

I don’t know why Leah had decided to shave for me, but I certainly didn’t mind. Gina and I usually had a constant low-level disagreement about her pubic hair: I liked her clean-shaven and she didn’t like the hassle of shaving every day.

In the end, it was her body. And I certainly wasn’t going to force her to do anything she didn’t want to. So we usually compromised—she shaved her labia, but merely trimmed the patch on her mons. Since her pubic hair was so sparse, it didn’t make much difference. Leah’s pubic hair was just as sparse, but she still wanted to shave. I guess it was her way of making herself more appealing to me.

I wanted to tell her that it didn’t matter if she did, but I guess I didn’t have the guts. I wanted her to shave, but I felt guilty for my desire. Before I could worry about it anymore, however, the sound of an argument from the bathroom jolted me out of my introspection.

I thought about poking my head in to see what was going on, but discretion overcame my curiosity and I simply listened. I tried to make out what they were saying, but the sounds were too muffled and angry.

Finally, the bathroom door opened, silhouetting Gina’s nude figure.

“Fine,” she spat into the bathroom. “If that’s the way you want it, then you can’t have him.” Then, for good measure, she slammed the door. For a moment, she stood there fuming.

“What’s going on?” I asked as calmly as I could. From in the bathroom, I could hear someone—Leah, probably—crying.

“Nothing,” Gina said angrily.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“What do you care?” she practically snarled.

“Hold on a second,” I said, sitting up. “What’d I do?”

For a long, painful moment, she was silent. Then, “You won’t believe what Leah wanted.”

“So tell me,” I prompted.

“She wanted to be alone with you the first time.”

“What’s the matter with that?”

She huffed. “I wanted to watch.”

“What’s it matter? If there’s a first time, there’ll be a second time, and you can watch then.” I asked. “Isn’t Leah entitled to a little privacy if she wants it?”

“Not with my boyfriend,” Gina said angrily.

“What’s the big d—”

“Don’t tell me you’re taking her side?” Gina accused.

“I’m not taking anybody’s side,” I said defensively. “It’s just that—”

“Never mind,” Gina said. “You wouldn’t understand, anyway.”

“Wouldn’t understand?! What kind of—”

“I said never mind. Let’s just go to bed.”

“What about Leah?” I asked.

“What about her?”

“I thought we were going to…”

“We’re not,” she said angrily. Then she stalked toward the bed. “Slide over.”

Please, I mentally amended in irritation.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” she said. Then, surprisingly, she reached for my dick.

“What…? I thought…?”

“I got all worked up thinking about… you know,” she said defensively. “Come on.” Then, as if vigor would accomplish anything, she began stroking my flaccid member.

“I’m not in the mood,” I said resentfully.

“Sure you are,” she said. “You’re always in the mood.”

“Not this time,” I replied, standing my ground.

“Come on,” she said. Then she slid down and started sucking me.

I didn’t want to get hard, but my body had other ideas. I tried to will myself to go limp, but her mouth was so warm and soft. When she rolled to her back and used my erection to pull me between her legs, I almost told her no.

Unfortunately, the big brain had one idea and the little brain had another. I didn’t want to fuck her—well, most of me didn’t—but she was determined. So I roughly shoved my cock inside her and slammed my hips against hers.

For several minutes, I simply pounded into her, without any grace or passion. I wanted to come as quickly as possible, but I was tired, and I’d already come at least four times that day. It took longer than I wanted, and I don’t think Gina realized how angry I was, but I eventually felt my orgasm welling up.

Gina must have sensed it too, because she pulled me up so I straddled her chest. Then she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began sucking me. When I was ready to come, I pulled my dick from her grasp and started stroking myself. Instead of coming in her mouth, I aimed at her face.

When the first spurt hit her cheek, she moaned in frustration. I didn’t care. I pulled my dick out of reach when she tried to capture the tip. The next gush landed on her chin and neck. Finally, she closed her mouth over my glans, but it was too late. After a few more desultory squeezes, the last of my semen oozed into her mouth. The majority of it had hit her face. Almost immediately, she started wiping up my come and licking her fingers.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” I said tersely. Then I threw my leg over her body and stood up. Angrily, I stormed across the bedroom to the bathroom door. What the fuck?

I was angry with Gina for using me, and I was angry with myself for letting her. Worse, I was angry with myself for being petty and coming on her face—denying her what I knew she wanted. Worse still, Gina didn’t seem to care that I was angry. That made me even angrier.

It was a vicious cycle.

I considered getting dressed and simply driving home. But that would cause more problems than it was worth. I didn’t want to face Gina again, because I didn’t know what I’d say to her in the heat of the moment. But I knew I had to come out of the bathroom sometime.

Instead of facing Gina, and telling her what I really thought of her attitude—in language my mother wouldn’t approve of—I cleaned myself up and softly knocked on the door to Leah’s room. When I opened the door, the room was dark.

“What d’you want?” Leah asked spitefully. “Oh, it’s you,” she said when she realized I wasn’t Gina.

“Yeah. Do you mind if I come in?”

“What for?”

“To talk.”

“I guess,” she said.

Erin turned on her bedside light. Instead of one queen-size bed, Leah had two daybeds. Sometimes, she and Erin pushed them together, like tonight.

“Are you okay?” I asked Leah.

She shrugged. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Erin didn’t look much better.

“Hey, Erin,” I asked, “do you mind giving us a minute?”

“Do you want me to?” Erin asked Leah. “I could stay, if you want?”

Leah merely shook her head.

“Okay,” Erin said. “I’ll be in the bathroom.” Then she looked at me for confirmation. When I nodded, she climbed out of bed and walked toward me. “Is Gina…?” she asked softly.

“I don’t know,” I said. “And right now, I don’t care. She was in her room when I left.”

“Are you gonna… you know?” Erin asked, nodding toward Leah.

“Not tonight,” I said. “First, I’m too tired. And second, it really wouldn’t be a good idea right now.”

“I understand.”

“Thanks, Erin. You’re a good friend. And… well… you’re a pretty good sister, too.”

“Thanks,” she said softly. Then she looked up, her eyes glistening. “I…” She choked back whatever she was going to say. Instead, she simply thanked me again. When I nodded, she stepped past me and shut the bathroom door behind her.

I walked across the room and stood over Leah’s bed. She clutched a stuffed panda bear to her chest, the covers almost up to her chin.

“Do you mind if I sit down?” I asked.

She shook her head and moved back to give me room.

“I’m sorry about Gina,” I said. “She can be…” I faltered, looking for the right word. I wanted to say “she can be a selfish bitch,” but I decided against it.

“Yeah,” Leah said when I shrugged.

“She just gets excited, and she doesn’t think sometimes.”

Leah nodded.

“Listen, I know tonight was important to you, but—”

She angrily shook her head.

“Yeah, it was. It was pretty important to me, too.”

“You mean you still want to?” she asked.

“Yeah, I do. But… well… believe it or not, it may be a good thing that you and Gina got into a fight.”

“Get real.”

“No, I’m serious,” I said. “Listen, I’m really worn out from today. I mean… well… I did a lot… you know?”

She nodded.

“And—” since I’d left my watch on Gina’s nightstand, I looked at Leah’s bedside clock, “—it’s almost two in the morning. I don’t think I would’ve been any good.”

“So? I wouldn’t mind.”

“Yes,” I said, “you would. Trust me. I wanted—I want—this as much as you do.”

“For real?” she asked.

I nodded. Then, softly, “Erin told me you shaved.”

She nodded.

“Thanks,” I said. “That’s really cool.”

She shrugged. “I mean, I always hear you and Gina arguing about it, so I wanted to do it for you.”

“Well, I appreciate it, but you didn’t have to.”

She looked at me blankly.

“I mean, I think you’re hot whether or not you shave your bush.”

“You do?”

“Yeah! Here,” I said, “feel this.” I took one of her hands off the stuffed bear and put it on my soft penis. “Now remember, I’m really worn out, and I’ve come five or six times today,” I said, rolling my eyes for effect.

She nodded, her expression keen with interest. And I think she enjoyed feeling my dick, limp or not.

“So even though I’m really tired,” I said, “this is what happens when I think about having sex with you.” In my mind, I pictured her lying beneath me, my cock spreading open her smooth labia. Not surprisingly, my dick began to swell.

Still wide-eyed, she nodded, her hand unconsciously squeezing me.

“And when I see your body,” I said, peeling back the sheet and gently taking the panda from her limp, one-handed grasp, “this is what happens.”

Her breasts were smaller than Gina’s, but only slightly. And they had all the firmness of a fifteen-year-old girl. Her nipples were the same dark brown, but smaller and more pronounced. Predictably, my dick swelled further.

“And when I think about you shaving for me,” I continued, pulling the sheet over her hips, “I get really hard.” For a moment, I merely gazed at the darker skin of her smooth labia. Her slit was smaller than Gina’s, and her lips narrower, but they looked just as inviting.

“You’re so hard,” Leah breathed.

“Mmm hmm. And like I said, I’m really worn out. So my mind may be telling me I’m too tired to do anything, but my dick knows better.”

“Do you want to…?”

I shook my head. Then I quickly explained. “Yeah, I want to. I really do. But not tonight. I’m bushed. I don’t think I’d last fifteen minutes.”

“It wouldn’t take longer than that. I swear.”

“But I want to take longer than that,” I said gently. Then I stroked her cheek. “I want to take my time so we enjoy ourselves. You can feel how much I want to.”

She smiled and then squeezed my hard-on.

“And I don’t want to have sex with you ’cause you shaved, or ’cause you’re my girlfriend’s sister, or ’cause I just want to score. I wanna do it because I like you, I think you’re cool, and you’ve got a really hot body,” I added with a suggestive glance.

“I do?”

“Uh-huh. I know it, and my dick knows it. So I may be too tired tonight, but I won’t be too tired in the morning.”

“But what about Gina?” she asked gloomily.

“I’ll talk to Gina,” I said.

“I dunno.”

“Trust me. She can be a royal… pain… sometimes, but she usually feels bad about it afterward.”

“I guess.”

“I’ll talk to her,” I reassured her.

She nodded, although it was clear that she was far from convinced. Then, her eyes brightened. “Do you want me to suck you off or something? I could, you know. It would only take a few minutes.”

“I know. But we probably shouldn’t. I mean, you and Gina do have those rules. And I don’t want to go behind Gina’s back. That wouldn’t be fair to her or to you.”

“Yeah, I know. I just thought…”

“I know. Me too.” Then I smiled at her. “Now, as much as I enjoy you holding my dick, I need to get some sleep. And so do you.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, making a last-ditch effort at getting me to stay.

“I’m sure. We’ll, ahem, see what comes up in the morning.”

“Okay,” she said. But before I could stand up, she stopped me. “Um… Paul?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you give me a kiss before you go? I mean, if you want to.”

“That wouldn’t be breaking the rules,” I said. Then I bent at the waist and brushed my lips against hers. Instead of simply kissing her, I teased her for a moment. When I did press my lips against hers, she sighed softly.

Wickedly, I decided to tease her a little more. With my right hand, I gently tweaked her nipple and then covered her entire breast. She arched her back and pressed the hard nubbin into my palm. Still kissing her, I trailed my hand down her supple stomach to her hip. For a moment, I let it rest there. Then, tantalizingly, I moved it lower.

She whimpered when my fingers found her smooth slit. Then she spread her legs to give me better access. I cupped her mons and then gently parted her labia with my middle finger. With the base of my palm, I pressed down on her hidden clit. She moaned into my mouth and put her hand over mine to hold it in place.

Finally, I broke the kiss and sat up. She groaned softly as I pulled my finger from her damp slit. Then her eyes lit up when I licked her dew from my fingertip.

“See why I want to take my time?” I asked.

“No,” she whined. Then, “Yeah, I guess. But you’re still hard,” she said, reaching for my erection.

“Yeah,” I replied as I intercepted her hand, “and I’m still dead tired.”

“Okay,” she said dolefully.

“Later. Okay?”

She nodded.

Impulsively, I bent down and kissed her again. It was short and sweet, but full of promise.

“Wow,” she said. “Now I see what Gina likes about you.”

“Mmm hmm. Now, I’ve gotta get some sleep. And so do you.”

“I dunno if I can.”

“Try,” I said.

“Yes, sir.” As I stood, she grinned at me and waved. “Bye-bye, Mr. Weenie. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

I laughed softly and then headed for the bathroom.

Inside, Erin looked up at me. Then her eyes dropped to my erection. “Did you…?” she asked.

I shook my head. “I was just showing her how much I wanted to.”

“But you didn’t?”

“Nah. I’m about to fall asleep on my feet. But he,” I said, pointing to my hard-on, “doesn’t realize that. So I may be too tired to do anything, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make Leah feel better by showing her how much I want to.”

“You’re a good guy, Paul,” she said. “And… thanks for not telling anyone about… you know… about us.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I just don’t want Gina or Leah to have a hissy fit about wanting to watch or something.”

“Yeah, I know,” I agreed.

“I mean, I liked it, but I don’t want them to know about it. You know? I want it to be our secret.”

I nodded.

“’Cause I’m sure they’d wanna watch us do it, and…” Then she looked up at me, a little startled. “Are you mad that I don’t wanna do it with you?”

“Mad? God, no.”

“Good, ’cause I want Sean to be my first. And besides…” Then she shrugged expressively.

“Yeah, I know,” I said.

“I guess fooling around is okay, or as Mom calls it, ‘innocent experimentation,’” she said, rolling her eyes, “but I guess I don’t really wanna do more than that. You know?”

“Yeah, Erin, I know. I mean, I’m not exactly hurting for girls who wanna have sex with me.”

“No kidding,” she said, laughing. “But I still kinda like… um… fooling around.”

“Me too.”

“Cool,” she said. Then she glanced at my unflagging erection and raised her eyebrows.

I shook my head. “I really am bushed,” I said. “I just wanna go to sleep.”

“Okay.” Then she stepped toward me. When she went to hug me, she pulled up short and glanced down. “Um…?”

I pulled my dick to the side and hugged her with one hand. Then I smiled when I realized that her nipples were hard.

“It feels kinda weird hugging you when you’re like that,” she said, stepping back. “I mean, it feels good, but… kinda sexy too.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“With Sean,” she said, “it’s different. Whenever he gets hard, which is a lot, I just kinda get all warm and sexy inside, and I wanna… well… you know.”

I nodded.

“With you, it’s kinda like it’s friendly sexy.”

“Friendly sexy is good,” I said.

“Yeah, it is.”

“But right now, I’m feeling tired sexy.” Then, as if to illustrate my point, I yawned. “I’ll see you in the morning, Er,” I said.

“See you in the morning,” she echoed. Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek. “Sleep tight.”

“You too.”

Back in Gina’s room, the light was off, but she was obviously awake.

“What were you doing?” she asked curtly. “Why were you gone so long? Were you—”

“I was just talking to Leah.”

Then she turned on her bedside light and her eyes dropped to my hard-on. “Just talking, huh?” she said sarcastically.

“Just talking,” I repeated deliberately. Unbidden, my anger came flooding back. I tried to will myself to relax, but it was no use.

“So if you were ‘just talking,’” she asked, “then why’s your dick hard?”

“You know, Gina, you’re a great girl,” I said, “but sometimes, you’re a real—”

Her eyes flashed in alarm.

“—selfish… princess.” I’d wanted to say something else, but I thought better of it at the last moment. Calling your girlfriend a bitch—to her face, no less—is a bad way to start an argument. And even though I was reluctant to call her a bitch, I was still angry. “Why don’t you think about someone other than yourself for a fucking change?”

Stunned by my vehemence, she bit off her reply.

“What’s it matter if Leah wants some privacy the first time? Who cares?!” I ranted. “So you get to watch the second time. Maybe you don’t get to watch at all.”

“But you’re my boyfriend.”

“And I’ll be your boyfriend tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, whether or not I have sex with Leah.”

“But—”

“But nothing. Listen, I know you like to watch, but it’s not always about you. Were you doing this because you want Leah to realize that not all guys are like Todd Zachary? Or were you really doing it simply because you wanted to watch me screw your sister?”

“I—”

“Because it sounds to me like you don’t care about what Todd did to Leah. It sounds like you only wanna watch so you can get your kicks. I mean, you wanted to be alone for our first time, but now you don’t want Leah to have the same opportunity. That’s pretty fucking selfish, don’t you think?”

She shut her mouth with a clomp and then bit her lower lip.

“Come on, Gina,” I continued in a more reasonable tone, “I know you’re not like that.”

“I’m not,” she said, tears welling up.

“Well, that’s the way it seems sometimes. And that’s not cool.”

“I don’t mean to be selfish.”

“I know. But stop and think about it,” I said. “Tonight was supposed to be about Leah, not you. She’s probably self-conscious and a little scared, just like you were for our first time.”

Her lower lip quivered as she nodded.

“I know you really care about her—”

“I do.”

“—but you need to let her have her privacy, if that’s what she wants. I know you get excited, but sometimes, it’s better to wait. I mean, it’s not like Leah wants me all to herself. She just wants to be alone for her first time with me. Can’t you understand that?”

“Yeah,” she said glumly, tears running down her cheeks. “I just… I dunno… I just get so worked up.”

“I know you do,” I said as I sat down next to her.

“And I really do want to help her,” she said. “You’ve got to believe me.”

“I believe you.” Then I put my arm around her. “You just need to think before you speak sometimes.”

She nodded miserably.

“I know you love Leah,” I said. “And I know you want to help her.”

She nodded again.

“Like I said, you’re a really great girl, and I love you very much, but sometimes… well… sometimes you drive me crazy.”

“And not in a good way.”

“And not in a good way,” I agreed with a bark of laughter. “But most of the time, you do drive me crazy in a good way.

“Thanks. I think,” she said. Then she changed the subject. “So, what did you say to Leah?”

“I told her that deep down, you wanted her to be happy.”

“I really do.”

“I know. She was a little upset, but she understood.”

“She did?” she asked hopefully.

“Mmm hmm. And I told her that if it’s okay with you, we could get together in the morning.”

“You did?”

“Yep. So,” I asked, “is it okay with you?”

“She gets you alone?”

“If that’s what she wants,” I said resolutely.

“All right,” she said at last. “I mean, I really wanna watch, but I guess you’re right, it’s not always about what I want.”

“I tell you what,” I said, “how about I make up for earlier?”

“Huh?”

“Well, I was kinda mad when we had sex earlier,” I explained.

“You mean you came on my face on purpose?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “Sorry. I guess I wasn’t being so nice either.”

“Neither of us were,” she said. Then she hugged me tight. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

“And I love you. Unconditionally.”

“Thank you.” Then she pulled back, her eyes still glistening from her tears. “You’re still hard,” she said.

“Yeah. Although I have no idea why. I guess the little guy just doesn’t know when to quit.”

“He’s not so little,” she said softly.

In the end, I guess I wasn’t too tired to go another round. I was too worn out for any gymnastics, but Gina didn’t seem to mind. She straddled me and slowly rocked her hips. As we made love—quietly, gently, intensely—I held her tight and we kissed. When I was finally ready to come, she clutched me almost desperately, her hips thrusting against mine. When I began to spurt into her, she climaxed as well. Her orgasm was quiet, but deep.

“Thank you for being patient with me,” she whispered as our breathing slowly returned to normal. “I… I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said. “Very much. But you drive me crazy.”

“In a good way?”

“In a good way.”

The next morning, I awoke early. Well, I woke up at my usual time, but after finally getting to sleep around three, seven sure felt early. Gina was still sound asleep, so I quietly got out of bed and put on my watch. As long as I was up, I decided to swim a few laps to work off the heavy meal from the day before. So I grabbed one of Gina’s beach towels and padded downstairs.

The house was quiet and still. When I reached the pool, though, I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Sorry to scare you,” Susan said.

“Jeez! That’s okay. I just didn’t see you there.”

“I know.”

“Are Mom and Dad still asleep?” I asked.

“Mmm hmm. I woke up early and decided to come sit out here. Normally, I go out on my back porch and enjoy the jasmine, but…”

“No jasmine here.”

“Maybe I’ll have to get some for Elizabeth.”

I nodded.

“Did you want to go for a swim?” she asked.

“Yeah. Now that I’m not doing wrestling workouts, I don’t wanna gain weight. So I thought I’d come down and swim a few laps.”

“Can I make a suggestion?”

“Sure.”

“Why don’t you swim a little later.”

“Later?” I asked, perplexed.

“Mmm hmm. Later. Now, before everyone’s up, you and I can…,” she suggested, glancing meaningfully at my manhood. It twitched in response.

“That sounds like a great idea.”

“Ah, the breakfast of champions,” she said with a grin. “Let’s get in the hot tub. The heater’s probably been off all night, but the water should still be warmer than the pool. And since I’m going to be the one in the water…”

I nodded and then extended a hand to help her up from the lounger. Then we walked around the hedge to the hot tub. I took off the cover and set it aside. The water wasn’t hot, but it was still reasonably warm.

“How did it go with Leah last night?” Susan asked as she started stroking my burgeoning erection.

“It didn’t,” I said sourly.

“Oh?”

“It’s a long story.”

“So tell me the short version.”

“Gina got bent out of shape about Leah wanting some privacy. That caused all sorts of fireworks.”

“I’ll bet. What happened?”

“Well, we had shouting, tears, angry sex, a discussion, and then make-up sex,” I said with a rueful laugh. Then I gave her a brief synopsis of events.

“It sounds like you had a busy night.”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“I think you handled it well.”

“I hope I did.”

“I think you did. And you know, that gives me an idea.”

“What?”

“Well, your parents and I were talking about going to brunch. Instead of everyone going,” she said, “maybe you, Gina, and the younger girls should stay here. That way—”

“That way, Leah and I could have some time together, and she wouldn’t have to feel like the whole house was watching.”

“Exactly,” Susan said.

“That’s a pretty good idea.”

“Mmm hmm. I think I’ll suggest it to Elizabeth and Chris, quietly, of course. I’m sure they’ll agree.”

I nodded.

“But in the meantime,” she said, a glimmer in her eye, “you and I have a date.”

I wasn’t completely hard yet, but she quickly remedied that situation. Then she had me sit on the edge of the tub.

“You know,” she said, “I really enjoy having sex with your dad and Chris, but there’s just something about you that really gets me hot. I don’t know exactly what it is, but every time I think about sucking you, I get wet.”

“I think that’s because you’re in a hot tub,” I said pointedly.

“You know what I mean,” she said. Then she kissed the tip of my cock. “Seriously. I don’t know what it is about your dick in particular.”

“I guess we need more testing,” I said with a smirk.

“Oh? What kind of testing did you have in mind?” Before I could answer, she kissed my shaft, sending shivers up my spine.

“We’d need to test several hypotheses,” I said.

“Such as?”

“When you suck my head, does that make you wet?”

She wrapped her lips around my glans and sucked gently. Then she pulled back and nodded.

“When you lick my balls, does that make you wet?”

With a grin, she turned her head to the side, raised my dick, and caressed my scrotum with her tongue. She kept at it for several moments and then straightened. “Yep,” she said. “Same thing.”

“Hmm,” I said. “Does it happen when you take me all the way down your throat?”

“That’s when I get the hottest,” she said, blinking as innocently as she could.

“Are you sure?”

“I think so. The last time I took you all the way, I got very hot, and very wet.”

“We’d better repeat the test, though,” I said. “Just to make sure.”

“You think we should?”

“Definitely.”

With that, she wrapped her lips around my shaft and I closed my eyes in ecstasy. When she opened her mouth to take me deeper, I groaned deep in my chest. I could feel her breath on the top of my dick as she clamped her lips around me, about two inches above the base.

Slowly, she swallowed another inch and then sucked gently. I put my hand on the back of her head and opened my eyes to watch her swallow the last of my length. Before she did, however, she pulled back, raking her soft lips over my shaft.

When her mouth reached the ridge of my glans, she clamped her lips around my girth and sucked gently. Then she looked up at me, her eyes smiling. I returned the smile as she turned her concentration back to my dick. For the next few minutes, she took me deep, but not all the way. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the feeling of my dick entering her throat.

Finally, she looked up, slid her lips off my cock, and asked if I was ready.

“God, yes,” I said.

With almost agonizing slowness, she swallowed the first few inches. Then she opened her mouth and swallowed all but the last inch. I could already feel the ring of muscles at the back of her throat, and I suddenly felt lightheaded. Transfixed, I watched as she opened her lips and gradually lowered her mouth over the remainder of my shaft.

Finally, her nose pressed into my close-trimmed pubic hair and her lips closed around the absolute base of my shaft. Once again, I closed my eyes and savored the feeling. With her tongue, she put pressure on the underside of my shaft and I groaned out loud. Then she pulled back, my cock glistening with saliva as it emerged from her mouth.

“Yes,” she said, a little breathless. “The same thing happens. I take you into the back of my throat, and I get all wet. I guess I just love your dick.” Then she looked up at me and smiled warmly. “I love the rest of you, too, but I can’t take the rest of you down my throat.”

“Thank God,” I said. “But don’t worry, I definitely like the parts you can take all the way.”

“You do?” she asked with artful innocence.

“Oh yeah.”

“Then we’d better do it again.”

“That sounds like a good idea to m— Oh, God.”

I leaned back and relaxed as she swallowed me whole. Then she pulled back, her supple lips caressing my length. Without warning, she plunged down again, swallowing me whole.

For the next fifteen minutes, she slowly bobbed up and down, alternating between taking me deep and making shorter lunges. While she fellated me, she played with her pussy. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I could imagine her fingertips making small circles around her clit.

Finally, she built me to the point of no return and then started concentrating on the glans. When the first spurt coursed up my shaft, her nostrils flared and then she locked her lips around my girth. With a grunt, I erupted in her mouth, shooting jets of sperm over her tongue.

With one hand, she pumped my dick, and with the other, she kneaded my balls. She moaned in pleasure when the second spurt struck the back of her throat. Then she pumped a third and a fourth time, swallowing as each gush filled her mouth with cream. At last, the spurts turned into a trickle, but she continued sucking.

I was still hard, and my head was supersensitive, but she kept her lips locked around my shaft. Then she returned her hand to her pussy. While she played with herself, she simply held my dick in her mouth, occasionally sucking or bobbing up and down. For the most part, however, she concentrated on her own orgasm.

As her climax approached, she swallowed more of my cock—all but the last couple of inches. Then she wrapped her lips around my shaft and simply sucked. I could tell that she was close, so I clenched my buttocks and made my dick swell. She moaned her approval, her face set in concentration.

Then she started moaning softly, deep in her chest. Her face suddenly flushed and then she exploded, her lips still clamped around my hard-on. She groaned once, twice, then three times as successive waves of pleasure washed over her.

Instead of pulling off my dick, she simply enjoyed the aftershocks from her orgasm while she sucked gently. Needless to say, I was more than happy to let her. Finally, she pulled off my dick and smiled up at me.

“I love doing that,” she said with a sigh.

“Me too!”

Then I slipped into the water and wrapped my arms around her. My swim forgotten, we simply relaxed and enjoyed each other’s company.

“Are they gone?” Leah asked excitedly.

“Yep,” Gina said. “I watched until they turned out of the cul-de-sac.”

“Cool,” Leah said.

“So, what do we do now?” Erin asked.

As one, the three girls looked at me.

“Why don’t we go for a swim?” I suggested.

Gina rolled her eyes and glanced meaningfully at Leah.

Leah simply looked a little disappointed.

Erin smirked at the Coulter sisters’ reactions.

“Hey,” I said, “the sun, the pool, nude girls, who knows what can happen?”

“I guess,” Leah said.

“Come on,” Erin said. “I wanna go swimming anyway.”

“What’re you up to?” Gina asked as the younger girls headed outside, shedding their clothes as they went. (We normally wore clothes around the house, since Elizabeth didn’t want towels covering all her furniture.)

“Nothing, really,” I said. “I mean, I don’t wanna just go, ‘Hey, Leah, are you ready to fuck?’ How un-cool is that?”

“I guess,” she said.

“Seriously. It shouldn’t be like some appointment or something, it’s gotta be spontaneous.”

“I guess.”

“Trust me,” I said.

“Okay.”

“Did you talk to her this morning?” I asked, changing the subject.

“Yes,” Gina said a little defensively. “I apologized for being a bitch.”

“Whoa! I didn’t say you were a bitch,” I said. I might’ve thought it, but…

“Well, I kinda was. But she was cool. She said she understood.”

I nodded.

“And I told her it was all right with me if you two are alone, the first time.”

I grinned at her sidelong.

“Yeah, I wanna fool around with you two. And Erin, too. Are you sure you don’t wanna…?”

“Gina, no,” I said. “She’s my sister. I mean, I think she’s cute, but I remember her when she was a bratty little pest with a flat chest.”

“You’re such a poet.”

“Still,” I said, “it’s true. She’s my sister.”

“It’s not like you two haven’t done anything. She gave you a blowjob in the game, remember?”

“I remember,” I said. Vividly. “I guess it’s okay in a game, but…”

“Whatever,” she said in resignation. “I mean, she’s hot, and she looks a lot like a younger version of your mom. I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to fool around with her.”

“Yeah, she is hot. But she’s my sister,” I said, even though I was having a lot of un-brotherly thoughts at the moment.

“I guess.”

Then we reached the pool and Gina finally dropped the subject. With a mischievous grin, she got my attention and casually tweaked her nipples before taking off her t-shirt. I rolled my eyes at her antics and removed my own shirt. Then she pulled off her shorts and I followed suit. Once we were nude, she stepped toward me and I put my arm around her.

“You’re pretty hot,” she said.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Then she reached down and gently cupped my dick and balls. “Just save some for me.”

“Oh, there’s plenty to go around,” I boasted.

“Ha! Let’s get in the pool, stud muffin.”

We swam around and goofed off for about an hour. Mostly, our goofing off was an excuse for the girls to tease me and grab my dick, but I wasn’t about to complain. Finally, Gina said she wanted to sunbathe for a while, and the younger girls decided to join her. Gina grabbed a transistor radio from the guesthouse and then came back outside. As the girls spread their towels on the grass by the guesthouse, I volunteered to rub suntan oil on them.

“It’s a tough job,” I said, trying not to grin, “but somebody has to do it.”

“Ha!” Gina snorted. Then she tossed me the brown bottle of oil and lay down on her towel.

While Erin and Leah got settled on their towels, I knelt by Gina’s ass. Her dark skin glistened with droplets of water, and I took a moment to simply admire her body. Like the goofing off in the pool, the suntan oil was really an excuse for me to tease and fondle the girls.

Turnabout’s fair play, I thought with a smile.

Gina pulled her wet hair over her shoulder and then laid her head on her crossed arms. As she sighed in anticipation, I squirted some oil into my palm. Then I began rubbing her shoulders and back. Her skin shone as the oil coated it.

When I moved lower, she sighed again and spread her legs a little. I took the hint and dribbled a trail of oil down the crack of her ass. Then I took my time and worked it in, paying special attention to her smooth labia. She groaned softly as I probed her fleshy lips. By then, I had a full-blown erection, so I teased her by rubbing it against her.

Finally, I moved lower and began oiling her thighs and calves. She whimpered in protest, but I wasn’t going to be swayed. When I finished her legs, I moved back up and teased her pussy, but not for long.

“Okay,” I said. “Who’s next?”

Both Erin and Leah raised their hands.

“How ’bout Erin, then Leah,” I said, since Erin was closer.

Leah looked disappointed, but I merely grinned in reply.

Erin groaned as I massaged the oil into her sun-darkened shoulders and back. She wasn’t nearly as dark as Gina or Leah, but she still had a better tan than I did. But unlike Gina or Leah, Erin’s hair lightened in the sun, and it was currently the color of ripe wheat.

As I rubbed lower, I glanced at Gina and Leah, to make sure they weren’t watching. Erin looked back when she felt me pause, so I put a finger to my lips to silence her. Then, with a mischievous smile, I squirted some more oil into my palm. As she watched over her shoulder, I started rubbing the oil into her ass and upper thighs.

She flinched when my fingers brushed her pussy, but she didn’t make a sound. Once again, I checked to make sure neither Gina nor Leah were watching. They weren’t, so I ran my fingers along Erin’s slit. She shuddered as I gently spread her lips and teased her inner folds. Since my fingers were coated in oil, I didn’t have to worry about scraping her dry membranes. But as I continued to tease her, she became moist. Then she started clenching her buttocks as I fingered her clit.

Finally, after spending more than ten minutes simply teasing her pussy, I moved lower and started rubbing her legs. When I reached her heels, I knelt behind her and ran my hands up her legs, massaging her and spreading the oil.

“Oh, God,” she groaned. “That feels so good.”

“Mmmmm,” Gina breathed, “doesn’t it?”

“When’s my turn?” Leah asked.

“Now,” I said, playfully smacking Erin on the ass. As I moved toward Leah, I had a brilliant idea. “Hey,” I said, “I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go get my sunglasses. I left ’em inside.”

“Would you get mine while you’re in there?” Gina asked. “They’re on my dresser.”

“Sure,” I said. “Erin? Leah?”

“Ours are in the kitchen,” Leah said. “I think.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

In reality, I couldn’t have cared less about the sunglasses. They were simply an excuse for me to go back inside and fetch what I was really interested in. In Gina’s room, I found what I was looking for, grabbed an extra towel and her sunglasses, and then headed down to the kitchen. The house’s air conditioning had raised goose bumps on my skin by the time I found Leah and Erin’s sunglasses—which were on the windowsill in the breakfast nook (what were they doing there?).

When I came back outside, I gave the girls their sunglasses, set the rolled-up towel on the ground next to Leah, and then looked at her expectantly.

“My turn?” she asked, eyeing my dick.

“Your turn,” I said. While I’d been searching for the sunglasses, my erection had softened, but as I knelt over Leah—and thought about what I was about to do—my dick began to stiffen.

Her eyes widened when she realized I was getting hard. With a gesture, I directed her to roll onto her stomach. When she did, I straddled her upper thighs. Then I deliberately rubbed my hard-on along the crack of her ass, teasing her.

Before I started oiling Leah’s back, I glanced at Gina and Erin. Gina appeared to be dozing and Erin was looking the other way. Leah nervously looked back at me when she felt me pause. I put a finger to my lips to silence her. Then I waggled my eyebrows, grinned, and motioned for her to put her head down.

As I rubbed oil into her shoulders and back, I made sure to press my erection against her ass. Then I rocked my hips back and my shaft slid between her legs. She gasped in surprise, but quickly quieted.

When I moved lower, to oil her ass and upper thighs, she whimpered in anticipation. Once again, I took a sidelong look at Gina and Erin. Luckily, they were still oblivious, so I turned my attention back to Leah and began massaging oil into her ass.

She moaned when my fingers drifted between her legs. Her shaven lips quickly became slippery with a combination of suntan oil and her own lubrication. I slipped a finger inside her and felt the heat of her arousal. Then I started slowly fingering her, teasing her fleshy folds with first one finger, then two.

When I had her good and worked up, I pulled my fingers from her pussy and scooted my hips toward her. Then I leaned forward, supported myself on my arms, and lowered my lips to her ear.

“I want to fuck you,” I whispered. With the radio playing, I didn’t think Gina or Erin would overhear me, but I decided to be cautious anyway.

“Now?” Leah asked.

“Now. Try not to make any noise,” I said. “But let me know if I hurt you. Okay?”

“How’re you going to…?”

“Just trust me,” I said. “Okay?” For emphasis, I thrust my hips forward and the bulbous head of my erection bumped her pussy.

She closed her eyes in anticipation, gently bit her lower lip, but then nodded.

I sat back on my haunches and unrolled the towel I’d brought from the house. Then I reached for one of the foil packets I’d hidden there. With my teeth, I ripped it open and carefully extracted the slippery circle of rubber. Carefully, I pinched the tip and then rolled it over my erection.

Leah glanced anxiously at Erin and Gina, but didn’t make a sound as I scooted forward and rubbed her pussy with my rubber-encased erection. When I first spread her lips open with the head, she gasped, but quickly stifled the sound. Then I set the tip at her opening and leaned forward again.

“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice pitched low.

Silently, she nodded.

“Can you feel how hard I am?”

Again, she nodded.

“I’ve been thinking about this all morning,” I breathed. Then I eased my hips forward.

She closed her eyes as my girth slowly, inexorably spread her open.

I stopped when the tip entered her. “Okay?” I asked.

She smiled tightly and then nodded.

Before I slid deeper into her, I wanted to get her used to my thickness, so I rocked my hips back and forth. My cock moved within her, but not much. It was enough to give her the feeling of fullness, but not hurt her. When her shoulders relaxed, I eased forward some more, burying another inch of my manhood inside her.

Then I leaned down, my lips only inches from her ear. As I continued to slowly work my cock into her nearly virginal pussy, I kissed her ear and neck. She sighed in pleasure and thrust her ass back at me. I sank into her another inch or two, but then pulled back. Once again, I rocked my hips, slowly spreading her open and giving her time to get used to my dick.

Finally, after several minutes of slow, gentle thrusting, I decided that she was ready for my full length. Since I’d gotten her so worked up, my cock slid into her effortlessly. She was as tight and hot as I’d imagined, and my hips soon ground against her upturned ass. She arched her neck when I nuzzled the spot behind her ear. Then I playfully nipped her earlobe.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Mmm hmm,” she quietly replied. “You’re just a lot bigger than my fingers.”

“And Todd, too, I bet,” I said. When she didn’t answer, I looked at her in surprise.

“Sorry,” she said.

“Well,” I said with a soft laugh, “I guess that answers that. Todd’s not a little prick, he’s a big prick.”

To my relief, she quickly stifled her laughter. Then she turned serious. “His thing hurt when he put it in me, though,” she said. “Yours doesn’t.”

“That’s ’cause I’m taking my time.”

She glanced back at me apprehensively. “Are we s’posed to talk this much?” she asked.

It was my turn to stifle my laughter. “Do you want me to do something… else?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Oh?”

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Your wish,” I said, pulling back, “is my command.” Then I slowly thrust back into her.

She closed her eyes and groaned softly.

As I thrust into her, I rained kisses on her sensitive neck and earlobes. Her pussy slowly grew hotter and wetter, and I knew she was enjoying herself. I smiled to myself and then sat back on my haunches, my dick still buried between her legs. Gina had turned to face us, but I was pretty sure she was still napping. Erin hadn’t moved.

I gripped Leah’s brown ass cheeks and then started thrusting into her again. As I increased my pace, she started moaning softly. I tried to will her to be quiet, but she was no more telepathic than I was. Finally, I stopped thrusting and leaned down.

“Let’s head inside,” I suggested, indicating the guesthouse with a toss of my chin.

“Unnnnh.”

“Come on,” I insisted. “Gina and Erin’ll hear us if we stay out here.”

Reluctantly, she nodded.

Slowly, carefully, I pulled my erection from within her. She pouted, but stood up as soon as my weight was off her. I reached for the unrolled towel and then, as an afterthought, I grabbed the unused rubber. Then we headed into the guesthouse, my hard-on leading the way.

Once there, I spread the towel on the couch and sat down.

“It doesn’t look so big now that I know it’ll fit inside me,” Leah said.

“Thanks,” I said sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean it like—”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, grinning.

“I shouldn’t’ve told you Todd was bigger, should I?”

“It really doesn’t matter,” I said, telling a half-truth. (I was pretty happy with the size of my dick, but I don’t think any guy likes to be told that another guy is bigger.)

“Yours doesn’t hurt me, though.”

“And I actually care about you,” I said.

“Thanks,” she said, her eyes misting over.

I smiled as she composed herself. Then I gestured for her to straddle my hips.

“How do I…?”

“Just put your hand on my chest to steady yourself, then put your knees on either side of my hips,” I said. “There, that’s it. Now reach through your legs and grab my dick.”

She had to look, but she quickly wrapped her fingers around my shaft. “It feels funny,” she said.

“Yeah. I hate rubbers, but…”

“We don’t have to use it,” she said. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“Well, I don’t want to, but we’ve gotta use it.”

“Why?”

“I’ll explain it in a minute,” I said. “Right now, I really wanna watch you sit on my cock.” Then I looked up at her and made eye contact. “This is my favorite part, and I guess it’s the reason I really love a shaved pussy.”

“You like it?”

“Mmm hmm. It’s really sexy. But here’s the best part,” I said. “When you sit on my cock, I can watch it spread your lips open. I dunno why, but I really love watching that.”

“Can I watch too?”

“Sure. Just set the tip at your opening and sit back.”

She nodded, moistened her lips, and then looked down.

When her hair fell in front of her face, I brushed it out of the way so I could watch too.

“Oh, God, that feels good,” I said as she slowly lowered herself onto my erection. When her ass finally rested on my thighs, I lifted her chin with my finger. “Now, time for more talking.”

“Why do we hafta talk?” she grumbled.

“Because,” I said. When she started to pout, I smiled. “Besides, I like looking at your body.” To underscore my words, I ran my hands up her sides and then cupped her breasts.

“You do?”

“Mmm hmm. You’re real sexy, and it’s cool to sit here with you impaled on my dick and just look at you. I mean, I really like your shaved pussy, and you’ve got great tits.”

“You really like ’em?” she asked. “I mean, I know they’re not as big as Gina’s, but…”

“They’re perfect.” When she smiled nervously, I explained. “I guess I like all kinds of tits. I mean, big, small, round, perky, whatever. The only thing I really wanna know is…”

“Is what?” she blurted when I let the pause draw out.

“The only thing I really wanna know is, ‘can I touch ’em?’” With that, I tweaked her nipples and made her gasp.

“For real?”

“For real, Leah,” I said softly. “Sure, yours are a little smaller than Gina’s, but they’re bigger than Erin’s.”

“Yeah.”

“And d’you remember when you were complaining about not having them?”

“I just had little bumps before Christmas.” Then she grinned. “I asked Santa Claus for bigger boobs, and he brought ’em!”

“You didn’t have little bumps,” I said. “They were more like little cones, and they were kinda cute.”

“I guess.”

“Trust me, they were. Remember, the only thing that matters to most guys is, ‘can I touch ’em?’”

My grin was infectious, and she quickly smiled in reply.

“And since I can touch yours,” I said, “I think they’re perfect.”

“You really think so?”

“Mmm hmm,” I said, leaning forward. Then I captured one of her puckered brown nipples with my lips.

She gasped in surprise, but quickly relaxed as I began to suckle the little bud. Then I switched to the other side. Her skin was soft and warm, and felt good against my face. After lavishing attention on her pert breasts, I finally pulled back.

“How can you just sit here?” she asked breathlessly. “I mean, with your thing inside me. How can you just sit here and not… you know?”

“Control,” I said. “I mean, I want to start fucking you, but I’m really enjoying just sitting here and playing with you.”

“I’m kinda… hot and eager… inside,” she said. “It’s like my pussy’s all tingly or something.” Then she lifted up, reached down to reposition my dick, and impaled herself again. “Why do you have to wear that thing?” she asked. “It feels like a raincoat.”

“How do think I feel? Yeah, I hate rubbers, but…”

“We could take it off.”

I shook my head. “Uh-uh. There’s sperm in pre-come.”

“Yeah, so?”

“So? Well, I don’t want you to get pregnant.”

“Neither do I,” she said. “But if we only did it once…”

“If we only did it once, we’d still be stupid. Now, I do stupid things all the time, unfortunately, but I don’t want this to be one of ’em.”

“What if you didn’t come inside me?”

“Uh-uh,” I said. “Trust me, with a girl as beautiful and sexy as you, I’d lose control and come inside you or something.” It wasn’t quite true, but it still made her feel better. Then I cupped her face and smiled as warmly as I could. “I love you like a sister, Leah,” I said softly. “And I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Getting pregnant at fifteen would be really, really bad.”

“You love me?” she asked diffidently.

“Sure.”

“For real?”

“For real, Leah,” I said. “You’re like my second sister.”

“But not like a girlfriend?”

“I’ve got a girlfriend,” I said guardedly.

“You’ve got two.”

“Yeah…”

“So why not have three?” she asked. “I could—”

“Leah,” I said, interrupting her. “I do love you, but not like that.”

“So? What’s the difference?”

For a moment, I was at a loss for words.

Her face grew darker as the silence stretched out.

“Leah,” I said softly, “I really do love you, but you’re more like a sister. I mean, I’ve known you since you were what, nine? Ten?”

“So?”

“And… and I’ve already got a girlfriend. She’s your sister. What about your rules?”

“But what if Gina wasn’t your girlfriend?” she asked, her lower lip trembling.

“I dunno…,” I hedged.

“Could I be your girlfriend?” she asked. “I mean, if Gina wasn’t?”

“Yeah, Leah,” I said in relief. “You could definitely be my girlfriend.”

Suddenly, she threw herself against my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Oh, Paul,” she whispered. “Thank you.” Then, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Leah.”

Then she pulled back. “Like a brother—”

“Like a sister—” I said at the same time.

After a moment of surprised silence, we both laughed. For a moment, we simply looked at each other and words were unnecessary.

“Thank you, Paul,” she said. Then she sniffled and wiped her eyes.

“You’re welcome.”

“God,” she said suddenly. “It is kinda cool sitting here on your thing and just talking.”

“Leah, lemme tell you something serious,” I said. When I had her undivided attention, I held her gaze. “You can do this with anybody,” I said, indicating where our bodies were joined. “But if you can talk to someone—really talk to them, I mean—then it’s really good. I mean, Gina and I have sex a lot—”

“A lot,” she echoed.

“Yeah,” I said, smiling unrepentantly, “we do. But we also talk. And I think those are some of the best times. I mean, with guys and girls, pretty much all parts are the same—one dick is just like the next, one pussy is pretty much like the next.”

She nodded.

“So you can connect here,” I said, touching her belly, “with just about any guy. But the really special ones are when you connect here and here,” I said, touching her chest and then her forehead.

“That’s so wonderful,” she said tearfully. Then she wiped her eyes again. “God, I wish Gina weren’t older than me.”

“Why?” I asked, perplexed.

“’Cause then I would’ve gotten to you first.”

“Probably,” I said, laughing.

Then she sniffled and began laughing too. But as suddenly as she started, she stopped.

“What’s the matter?” I asked in alarm.

“It feels funny when I laugh,” she said. “I mean, inside. You know, where your thing is…”

“Good funny, or bad funny?”

“Good,” she said quickly. “Real good.” Then her expression changed. “Do we have to keep talking?”

I shook my head. Then I lifted her hips off me. When she slid back down, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

“God, you’re not like Todd at all,” she breathed.

“Not at all?” I teased, lifting her again.

She shook her head and then quickly established a rhythm. While she moved up and down, I cupped her ass cheeks. Then I leaned forward and caught one of her hard nipples with my lips. She gasped, but didn’t stop moving atop me. The rubber desensitized my dick, but she still felt wonderful. She was tighter than Gina, though not nearly as tight as Kendall.

And like breasts, I mused with a silent chuckle, the only thing that matters with a pussy is, ‘can I fuck it?’

For the next several minutes, we moved together effortlessly. She slid up and down on my pole as I continued licking, sucking, and gently biting her nipples.

“Try just rocking your hips,” I suggested.

When she did, her face lit up as she realized that she could rub her clit against my pubic bone.

“Pretty good, huh?”

“Better than good,” she said breathlessly. “Oh, God, lots better.”

For several minutes, she rocked back and forth, steadily working toward her release. Even though I’d seen the reaction many times, I was still captivated by how her face and chest flushed a darker shade. Her breathing grew ragged and she began tugging and twisting her own nipples.

Then she put her hand on my chest and collapsed against me as her internal muscles spasmed. With a short, sharp cry, she climaxed. As she whimpered in ecstasy, she clutched me fiercely. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. Her pussy rhythmically squeezed and released my rubber-sheathed manhood. When her orgasm finally subsided, she sagged against me, panting.

Instead of speaking, I simply rubbed her back, lightly raking my fingernails over her skin. She shuddered and buried her face at my neck, mewling softly. Then her internal muscles rippled as an aftershock surged through her.

“Wow,” she said after a few minutes.

“Uh-huh.”

“Gina said it was a lot better with a guy inside you, but God, I had no idea.” Then she leaned back and looked at me, her face still flushed. “Did you… um… you know, shoot?”

“Not yet,” I said. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“Oh, sorry…”

I chuckled. “I’m kidding. Well… not really. You did seem to be enjoying yourself, and I was having fun watching.”

“But you didn’t… um… come?”

I shook my head.

“Do you want me to… um… you know?”

“What?” I asked, feigning innocence.

“You know,” she insisted.

“No, what?”

“Do you want me to suck you off?” she asked bashfully.

“I’ve got a better idea,” I said. When she arched her eyebrows, I held onto her and then sat up. Then, with one arm around her back to support her, I turned and laid her on the couch. “Now it’s my turn,” I said.

Tentatively, I pulled out and then thrust into her again. I watched her face, looking for signs that she was too sensitive. When she merely smiled up at me, I braced myself on the couch and began thrusting in earnest.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, “this is good.”

“Uh-huh.” After several minutes of thrusting into her, I stopped and buried my dick in her tight pussy. “Do you want me to come inside you?” I asked. “Or pull out and come on your stomach?”

“Inside,” she said without hesitation. “I want to feel you shoot inside me.”

I nodded and then kissed her. She eagerly responded against me as I began thrusting again. Within minutes, I was ready to explode. She must have sensed it, because she started rubbing my arms and shoulders.

Finally, I lunged into her and then held still. My cock swelled as the first surge of come coursed up my shaft. Then, with a grunt, I erupted. Spurt after spurt filled the rubber with semen and then the world went dark and I clamped my eyes shut.

When I recovered, I opened my eyes and gazed into Leah’s.

“Wow,” I said.

“God, I could feel it,” she said. “It was like your thing got bigger, and then it… throbbed. It was so cool.”

“No kidding.”

“It’s too bad we had to use a rubber,” she said.

I shook my head. “Trust me, the rubber’s not half as bad for you as it is for me. Besides, you getting pregnant would be bad for both of us.”

“Yeah,” she said half-wistfully. “I guess you’re right.”

“Trust me, I know I’m right.” Although I didn’t want say anything to Leah, I didn’t ever want to go through the hell that Amy and I had. I wanted kids, but I wanted them when it was my choice, and with the right woman. Was Gina the right woman? Was Kendall? Had I even met the “right” woman yet? I had the sneaking suspicion that…

“What’re you thinking about?” she asked.

I shook my head to clear it. “Huh?”

“You got this weird look on your face,” she said.

“I dunno,” I said. “I guess I wasn’t really thinking at all,” I fibbed. Then I looked down at her and brushed an errant hair out of her face. “So,” I asked, “what do you want to do next?”

To my surprise, she blushed.

“What?” I asked.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” she said guiltily.

Laughing, I pulled out of her and stood up.

“Sorry.”

“It’s no problem, Leah. I’ll see you in a second.”

While she was in the bathroom, I pulled off the used rubber and wrapped it in a tissue. Then I carefully disposed of it in the kitchen trashcan. I also took a quick peek out the window to make sure Gina and Erin were still sunbathing.

Both of them were, but they’d turned over and were lying in their backs. I took a moment and admired their bodies. Gina was full and lush, curvy but supple. Erin definitely had a woman’s body, but she hadn’t entirely lost the coltish lines of the girl she’d been the year before.

“What’re you looking at?” Leah asked, emerging from the bathroom.

“I was just making sure Gina and Erin weren’t looking for us.”

“Oh.” Then she gazed up at me. “Um… thanks, Paul.”

“For what?”

“For not treating me like a kid, I guess. And for… well… all the rest.”

“You’re welcome, Leah.”

“Do you think we could…?”

“Could what?” I asked.

“Do you think we could just sit on the couch and… um… kiss for a while?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Cool!”

Then she curled up next to me on the couch and I put my arm around her. For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, we simply made out. She was actually a pretty good kisser, but I guess it didn’t hurt that I got to fondle her while we kissed.

“I think this is the best part,” she said breathlessly.

“It’s pretty good,” I agreed.

Then she smiled slyly. “And you’re hard again.”

“That’s what happens when a pretty girl kisses me,” I said glibly.

“And what’s a pretty girl supposed to do when the guy she’s kissing gets hard?”

“I guess that depends on the girl, doesn’t it?”

“Well, I don’t know about all the other girls,” she said with a playfully malicious smile, “but I know what I want to do.”

“Oh?”

“Mmm hmm.” With that, she slid to the floor and then moved between my legs. For a few minutes, she merely stroked my erection, watching avidly as it swelled further. Then she licked a bead of pre-come from the tip. “Ugh. Gross.”

“What?”

“It tastes… yuck.”

“Oh, shit!” Then I laughed. “Sorry,” I said. “It’s left over from the rubber. It tastes like crap, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry,” I said again. “I was gonna clean up in the bathroom after you finished, but I guess I got distracted. Here, lemme just—”

“I’ll do it,” she said. Then she practically leapt to her feet. “Don’t move.”

“Sure,” I said to the empty room.

When she returned, she knelt and cleaned my dick with a warm, soapy washcloth. When she was done, she realized she didn’t have anything to wipe off the suds. Chagrinned, she dashed back to the bathroom and returned a moment later.

“Thanks,” I said when she was done. “Sorry about the taste. I completely forgot.”

She shivered in revulsion. Then she smiled ruefully. “Gina didn’t tell me about that.”

As I chuckled, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft again. My laughter abruptly died when she started sucking me. A moment later, I realized that I was holding my breath. With a mental smile, I started breathing again.

“It may take me a while to come,” I said.

She took her mouth off my dick only long enough to ask why.

“’Cause I just came a little while ago. I mean, I gotta have time to… um… build back up, I guess.”

“I don’t mind,” she said. “This is kinda fun.”

For the next fifteen minutes, she licked and sucked my cock. I showed her how I liked to be stroked, and she quickly got the hang of it. By the time I was ready to come, I could tell that her jaw was getting tired, but her mouth and hand were working in perfect syncopation.

“Oh, God, Leah,” I warned, “I’m gonna come.”

When I erupted a few moments later, she wrapped her lips around the head and pumped her fist. With each spurt, she swallowed and kept pumping. Finally, the spurts slowed to a trickle and she pulled her mouth off my dick.

“Wow,” I said, panting.

She nodded and then licked an errant drop of come from the corner of her mouth. “It’s still not as good as chocolate,” she said with a grin.

“Can we do it again?” Leah asked.

We were lying together on the couch, and I think she was enjoying the closeness more than anything (although she was idly playing with my dick).

“We’d better get back outside,” I said, shaking my head. “I mean, I can’t just keep coming and coming the way you can. Besides, we’ve been in here for almost an hour. I bet Gina’s probably wondering what’s taking so long.”

“No,” Gina said from the doorway.

Surprised, Leah and I quickly looked up.

“I know what’s taking so long,” Gina continued as she walked into the room. “It’s my greedy, horny sister.”

“Gina,” Leah stammered, “I—”

“It’s cool, Leah,” Gina said. “I’m just kidding.”

At that point, I maneuvered Leah so we could both sit up.

“Although Erin and I were beginning to wonder if you were ever gonna come back out,” Gina continued.

“Well, Gina was wondering,” Erin said as she entered the room a step behind Gina. “I was mostly wondering if I’d have to go back to the house to get something to drink.”

“So we decided to barge in on you,” Gina said as she and Erin headed for the kitchen. “We were so thirsty, we didn’t care if we caught you in the middle of things.”

Erin looked at me and then shook her head.

“And now we find out that you’re talking about round two,” Gina said from the kitchen as she opened the refrigerator. Then she stepped back into the living room and handed a Coke to Erin. “Were you planning on sharing, Leah?” she asked.

“Gina, I—”

“Don’t worry about it,” Gina said, grinning. “I’m just teasing you.” Then she took a sip of Coke. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah,” Leah said. “But you didn’t tell me rubbers tasted so bad.”

“You’re not supposed to put ’em in your mouth,” Gina said with a laugh.

“I didn’t! The lubrication stuff was still on his thing after he took it off.”

“Oh yeah,” Gina said. “They do taste awful.”

“Note to self,” Erin added, making us chuckle.

“Why do I have to use them?” Leah asked Gina. “I mean, if he doesn’t come inside me…”

Gina merely shook her head. “Mom would kill me if you got pregnant. Not to mention what she’d do to you. And to Paul. There’s sperm in pre-come.”

“I know, but—”

“No,” I said firmly. “Trust me, I hate the damn things more than anyone, but I don’t want little Pauls running around any time soon.”

Gina nodded in agreement.

“God,” Leah said sullenly, “I was just asking.”

“I know you were,” I said, putting my arm around her.

“I just want to feel what it’s like,” Leah said.

“You will,” Gina said. “It feels really g—”

“Your mom said you could get on the pill when you’re sixteen,” I said to Leah, interrupting Gina and then rolling my eyes at her. The last thing Leah needed to hear was Gina talking about how good it felt. Jeez, Gina, think before you speak.

“Yeah,” Leah said.

“Your birthday’s in October, right?”

“The sixteenth.”

“So you’ve got two months,” I said.

“But by then, you’ll be at UT. And all the guys I know are… ugh! They’re losers.”

“You’ll find somebody,” Gina said.

“Somebody you like,” I said. “And somebody you can talk to.”

“Yeah,” Gina said, “that too.”

“I dunno,” Leah said.

“You’ll find the right guy,” I reassured her. “Now c’mon, I wanna go swimming.”

“And then can we…?” she asked hopefully.

“She’s as bad as you,” I teased Gina.

In response, Gina shrugged unabashedly.

“Can we?” Leah asked insistently.

“I think she liked it,” I said to Gina as I stood.

“What’s not to like?” she asked with a grin. Then she glanced at Leah. “C’mon, Leah. Let’s go swimming. It’s chilly in here.”

“No kidding,” I said, extending a hand to help Leah to her feet.

“But…?” Leah asked.

“Yes,” I said at last, “but later.” Then I playfully swatted her on the ass. “Now get!”

Gina shared some of her Coke with me as we walked outside. Leah immediately started whispering with Erin as they headed toward the pool.

“You know,” I mused, “when grown-ups used to tell me I was just like my dad, or people would say ‘she’s just like so-and-so,’ I had no idea what they meant. I mean, I sure couldn’t see whatever they were talking about. But now I understand.”

“Oh?”

“Leah’s just like you,” I said with a laugh.

“Come on,” she said, chuckling. “Let’s get in the water before Leah explodes.”

Before Gina could move, I pulled her against me. “And what about you? Are you ready to explode?”

“I’ve been ready to explode since you started screwing Leah.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

“You think I didn’t notice?” she asked. “I saw that look on your face when you went to get your, ahem, sunglasses.”

“What look?” I asked as innocently as I could.

“That look you get when you’re up to something,” she said. “I didn’t know what it was, but I knew you were up to something.”

“All right,” I said, laughing. “You got me.”

“Why do you think I asked for my sunglasses too?” she asked with a grin.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nope. As soon as I heard Leah moan, I knew what you were up to. So I decided to sneak a peek.”

“You mean you were watching us?”

“Uh-huh,” she said. “I was just pretending to be dozing.”

“That’s pretty sneaky.”

“You bet it is. But this way was perfect,” she said. “I got to watch, at least for a little while, and Leah thinks she got you all to herself.”

“I bet you think you’re pretty clever.”

“I am pretty clever.”

I shook my head in wonder, but had to agree.

Then she made a moue. “I just can’t believe you two got up and left. And right in the middle!”

“Sorry,” I said, chuckling, “we didn’t want to get caught.”

“Whatever,” she said. Then she pressed her body against mine. “But yeah, I guess you could say I’m ready to explode.”

“I think we can probably take care of that.”

Surprisingly, she shrugged. “Nah, I’m fine.” When I arched my eyebrows at her, she continued. “I mean, I’ll have you to myself for a few days, at least until we have to pack for college.”

I nodded.

“And then at UT, I only have to share you with Kendall. So Leah can enjoy herself today. I know whose boyfriend you are. And,” she said with an inviting smile, “I know whose bed you sleep in.”

“Oh you do?”

“Mmm hmm. Mine. Now come on, pitter-pat man, your adoring harem awaits.”

In the pool, we just goofed off. Leah tried to get me hard, but I had fun teasing her by remaining limp (in my head, I was imagining a wrestling match with a big, sweaty, hairy guy). Finally, when Leah gave up in disgust, I let her know I was doing it on purpose.

“How?” she asked.

“You really don’t wanna know,” I said, shivering at the memory of my imaginary opponent. “Trust me.”

About half an hour after lunch, the phone rang. None of us had bothered to put on clothes before coming inside to eat, so Leah tripped over her towel as she got up to answer it. Then she picked herself up, glanced at us sheepishly, and reached for the phone.

“Hello?”

As one, Gina, Erin, and I looked at her expectantly.

“Hi, Mom,” she said. “No, we were just having lunch… Uh-huh… Yeah, we’ve been outside… Yeah! We had a great morning.” Then she blushed. “Oh,” she continued. “Okay… about five thirty? Okay… Okay, Mom… Okay… we’ll see you then.”

“What’s up?” I asked as she hung up the phone.

“They’re all gonna go see a matinee movie,” she said. “So they won’t be home ’til five thirty.”

“Cool,” Gina said.

“Yeah,” Leah agreed.

“Come on,” Gina suggested, “let’s clean up the dishes and then head outside.”

In a few minutes, the girls had the remnants of our lunch cleaned up. Then we headed out to the pool.

“I think I wanna catch some sun,” Gina said.

“Oh,” Leah said in disappointment.

Gina glanced slyly at me and winked. Then she turned to her sister. “I thought maybe we could grab some of the rafts and just float around.”

“Sure,” Leah said. “I guess.”

“And…,” Gina continued. “I thought we could take turns sucking Paul, as the current brings us around to him.”

My dick twitched at the prospect.

“On a raft?” Leah asked. “Won’t we tip over and fall in?”

“Paul won’t be on a raft, silly,” Gina said. “We’ll let him sit on the side of the pool. And as we float by, we can stop and suck him.”

“Cool,” Leah said. Then she turned to Erin, her expression hopeful.

“I dunno,” Erin hedged.

“Erin, c’mon. You gotta,” Leah said. “I mean, you played the game last night. Come on, please.”

“Yeah, Erin,” Gina added. “You know you want to.”

Erin and I looked at each other and had a silent exchange. Her eyebrow twitched and I nodded minutely.

“I guess,” she said at last, although she certainly seemed more excited than she let on.

“This is gonna be so cool,” Leah said to Erin. “C’mon, let’s go get the rafts.”

When I saw the expressions on the girls’ faces, I had to suppress a chuckle. I don’t think they would have understood if I’d suddenly started laughing at the prospect of a blowjob. In my mind, however, I was grinning from ear to ear. After all, I was living every guy’s fantasy, with girls practically lining up to suck my dick.

I shook my head in wonder at my luck and then looked down as Gina started playing with my dick. By the time Erin and Leah emerged from the small storage room, I was completely hard.

“Are you really okay with Erin sucking you?” Gina asked quietly. “What?” she asked when she saw my shocked expression. “Don’t look so surprised. I’m not completely selfish. I mean, I might act like it sometimes, but I really don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”

“It’s cool,” I said.

“Seriously,” she said, “if you don’t wanna do it, just say so. I mean, I’ll be disappointed, but I guess I’ll live.” As the younger girls tossed the rafts into the pool, Gina turned to face me. “I love you, you know that, and you get me really worked up, but I do care about what’s important to you.”

“I know. Thanks.”

“I may not always act like it,” she said, “but I do care.”

I wrapped my arms around her and looked down into her dark, sincere eyes. “I know you do. But really, I’m cool with it.”

“You’re sure?”

“Does a hobbyhorse have a hickory dick?” I asked, quoting her father.

“I dunno, but yours sure is hard.”

“Yep.”

“Cool,” she said. Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed me. “This is gonna be so much fun.”

“I know.”

After another kiss, she turned toward the pool. “Okay,” she said to Erin and Leah, “I get to go first.”

“Unnnnh,” Leah complained.

“He’s my boyfriend,” Gina said as she descended the stairs into the pool and then climbed onto her raft.

“All right,” Leah said. “Whatever.”

With a grin, I sat on the sun-warmed edge of the pool, my erection sticking up from my lap. Before paddling over to me, Gina turned to the younger girls.

“No paddling as you float around. Just let the current move you,” she said. “Okay?”

“God, Gina,” Leah said. “Okay.”

Gina grinned and then paddled over to me. I spread my legs to accommodate her. She had to slide all the way to the top of the raft, but she quickly captured the tip of my dick and started licking.

“I love you,” I said softly as I brushed her hair back.

“I love you too,” she said in between licks. Then she wrapped her supple lips around my cock and sucked gently.

For the next few minutes, I merely enjoyed myself as Gina fellated me. When I glanced up, Leah’s raft was drifting nearer. I grinned at her when I realized that her hands were wet—she’d been secretly paddling.

As she let her raft drift the last ten feet, her eyes never left Gina’s bobbing head. When her raft bumped into Gina’s, Gina looked up and released my dick.

“Just one more minute,” she said.

“Gina.”

“You’ll survive,” I said to Leah soothingly.

She huffed, but didn’t say anything else. When Gina finally released my dick and moved aside, Leah made a beeline for me.

Her technique was similar to Gina’s but not quite as polished. Her mouth still felt wonderful, though, so I wasn’t about to complain. As she bobbed up and down, I rubbed her shoulders and back. After several blissful minutes, Erin’s raft bumped into Leah’s.

“Is it time already?” Leah asked.

“You can keep going,” Erin said. “If you want to.”

Leah wanted to. She wrapped her lips around my glans and sucked gently. After another minute, she finally let my glistening cock slip from her lips.

“Okay,” she said to Erin. Then, “Can I stay and watch?”

When Erin paused, I answered for her. “Maybe next time,” I said to Leah.

“Okay,” she grumbled.

Then, with a grin, I gently shoved her raft toward the deep end. As Erin maneuvered her raft between my legs, Gina caught my eye and raised an inquisitive eyebrow. I nodded reassuringly and then turned my attention to Erin.

“I’m kinda nervous,” she whispered. “I mean, I know Gina and Leah are watching me—”

I glanced up as casually as I could. She was right, both Gina and Leah looked like tigresses watching their prey.

“—but I really wanna suck you.”

“Just pretend they’re not there,” I said softly.

She nodded and then tentatively kissed the tip of my dick. Her style was completely different from Gina and Leah (who gave head about the same way). She took her time and really concentrated on the most sensitive spots. And her mouth was… hotter? Wetter? Smoother? I don’t really know what it was, and it may have been all in my head. But as she sucked me, I had a difficult time holding back.

She took her time and caressed me with her tongue, exerting pressure on my underside ridge and then letting off. I ran my fingers through her straw-colored hair and watched in fascination as she sucked me. When I looked up, Gina was back-paddling, about fifteen feet away. We shared a knowing grin and then she mouthed “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I mouthed in reply.

Then I turned back and avidly watched as Erin took my cock out of her mouth and licked my balls. Because of the way I was sitting, she couldn’t do more than lick them, but it felt pretty good. After a few moments, she returned her mouth to my shaft.

Finally, Leah bumped into Gina, who was forced to stop back-paddling. When Gina’s raft gently collided with Erin’s, Erin looked up.

“Already?” she asked.

At that point, Gina simply rolled off her raft and stood up. Then she motioned for Leah to join us. I don’t think Leah set the water speed record for an inflatable raft, but she definitely didn’t waste any time. When she arrived, she also slid off her raft and stood in the shallow water.

“Let’s give him a three-way blowjob,” Gina said. “Why don’t you get off the raft so we can all get in there, Erin,” she suggested.

Erin smiled gratefully and then slipped into the water. Then the three girls quickly gathered in a tight semicircle around my dick. Erin was in the center, with Leah to my left and Gina pressed against my right leg.

Then Erin recaptured my dick and resumed sucking. While she did, I played with Gina and Leah’s breasts. Gina reached between my legs and started massaging my balls. At the same time, Leah wrapped her hand around the thick base of my shaft.

After a few minutes, Erin moved back so Leah could get between my legs. When Erin pressed herself against my left leg, I reached down and tweaked her nipple.

We continued like that for the next fifteen minutes. By unspoken agreement, the girls switched every few minutes. While one girl sucked my cock, I played with the others’ breasts.

Finally, I felt my orgasm approaching. Gina sensed it as well.

“Are you ready to come?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” I said tersely. At the time, Erin was sucking my dick, and it took all my concentration not to simply erupt.

“Here,” Erin said, offering my dick to Leah. “You swallow when he comes.”

I tried not to laugh as the girls discussed which other girl would get to swallow my come. Erin wanted Leah to do it, and Leah wanted Erin to do it. Gina looked like she was ready to shove both of them aside and take care of me herself.

“Why don’t we do that thing Mom does?” Leah finally suggested.

“What thing?” Gina asked.

“You know, the one where Dad comes in her mouth and then she spits it out and licks it up again.”

“Cool,” Gina said. “That’s great idea.”

At that, Leah moved between my legs and wrapped her lips around my shaft. Gina gripped the base and started jerking me off. Since the girls had gotten me so worked up, the first jet of semen probably blasted halfway down Leah’s throat. She made a strangled noise, but kept her lips wrapped around my spurting cock.

When my orgasm finally subsided, she pulled back, making sure to keep her lips tight around my crown. Then, with her mouth full of my semen, she lifted her head and smiled at Gina.

“Well?” Gina prompted.

Leah moved over my cock and let a trickle of white semen dribble onto the shiny purple head. The stream of come ran over the glans, down my shaft, and pooled in the web of Gina’s hand.

As Leah wiped her lips, Gina began licking my come-shiny cock. Her tongue darted around my shaft as she lapped up my semen. Then she pulled her hand off me and cleaned it as well.

Leah smiled and then opened her mouth. Surprisingly, she had a small puddle of sperm on her tongue. Then she pulled Erin toward her and they pressed their lips together. Erin recoiled at first, but quickly got into the kiss, moaning as she tasted my semen.

When Gina had my dick clean, she looked up and grinned. Then she saw Erin and Leah kissing, so she moved between my legs and lifted her face to me for a kiss of her own. As our lips met, I tasted the salty flavor of my own semen.

“Your turn,” I said when we broke the kiss. Then I gently pushed her back and slipped into the water.

She cried out in surprise as I lifted her onto the edge of the pool. “Wait,” she said. “Let me get a towel so I can lie back.”

I nodded, and after a moment, she returned with two towels. She spread them out side by side.

“For whoever wants to use it,” she said with a meaningful glance at our sisters. Then she lay down on the towel in front of me. With a grin, she spread her legs.

I gently pulled her toward me and put her feet over my shoulders. Then I took a moment to simply admire her pussy. The triangle of hair on her mons came to a point at the top of her slit. Her brown, fleshy lips were slightly parted, and I could barely make out her inner labia. I also realized that she’d dried off for me. I didn’t mind the taste of chlorinated water, but I definitely appreciated her foresight.

Then I leaned forward and kissed her slit. She gasped in pleasure when I let my tongue slip between her folds and tease her inner lips. With my fingers, I parted her outer labia and then began licking her damp slit. The skin of her inner thighs was still cool from the water, but it quickly warmed up as my cheeks rubbed against her.

Beside us, I vaguely felt one of the younger girls scoot onto the towel Gina had laid out for them. Then I reached around Gina’s hips and held her pussy open from the top. As I nuzzled her slippery channel, she moaned. Then I began teasing her clit, circling it with my tongue and gently buzzing my lips against its protective hood.

For several minutes, I caressed her with long licks and delicate touches. Her hips gyrated against my face, and I know she wanted me to lick harder, but I was enjoying her anticipation. When I finally inserted two fingers into her pussy, she groaned. I had just begun thrusting them into her when…

“Switch with me.”

“Huh?” I asked, disoriented.

“Switch with me,” Leah said again. “Let me lick Gina and you can…”

In a flash, I realized what she was talking about. Did I really want to go down on Erin? Yes. But should I? I thought for a moment, frantically working through the possible scenarios. Then, in a moment of clarity, I realized that I was once again over-thinking the issue. Erin had already gone down on me, shouldn’t I return the favor?

“Okay,” I said at last.

“Cool,” Leah said.

Gina lifted her head as she felt me move from between her legs, but she quickly smiled when she realized where I was headed.

At first, Erin was hesitant. As I gently spread her legs and moved between them, she looked at me with wide eyes. When she felt my breath on her slippery pussy, she tensed up.

“Relax,” I said. “I’m just returning the favor.”

“But…?”

“I want to,” I said.

Instead of moving in, I rubbed the outsides of her thighs and caressed her silky, tanned skin. When she began to relax, I ran my hands up her hips to her fluttering stomach. Then I pulled them toward me, moving them sinuously as I gently rubbed her thighs.

When she sighed softly, I moved one hand to her pussy. She didn’t even flinch as I ran my fingers through her dark blonde pubic hair. Then I smiled to myself and traced my index finger over her slit. She gasped in delight.

At the bottom of her channel, I wormed my finger into her opening. Her pussy was tight, but it easily accommodated my finger. She squirmed at first, but then moaned when I turned my hand over, crooked my finger up, and put pressure on her inner spot. Once I had her undivided attention, I leaned in and kissed the top of her slit.

With my finger rhythmically exerting pressure on her spot, I began to tease her clit. The hard little pearl moved under its protective hood, so I pursed my lips and pressed them against her. Then I swirled my tongue around it. When I did, she bucked her hips and hissed in pleasure.

Then she reached down and ran her fingers through my hair. For a moment, I let her relax, but then I pulled my finger out and began thrusting it back and forth. At the same time, I tongued her clit; her pussy tasted sweet, tangy, and fresh, with only a hint of chlorine from the pool.

With my finger I rubbed her inner ridges, causing her to gasp. Then I took my time and licked her with slow, gentle strokes, building her up gradually.

When she cried out and bucked her hips, I began licking in earnest, my tongue making long strokes and then circling her clit. Soon, she was moaning almost continuously, her hips gyrating and trying to force her clit against my tongue.

Beside me, Gina moaned as well. I was about to lift my head and see how she was doing when Erin’s hips suddenly jerked upward. I felt a gush of moisture around my finger and realized that she was a lot closer than I’d realized. So I concentrated on her clit, sucking gently and flicking the exposed tip with my tongue. She went nuts, and started pulling at my hair. Her hips bucked against my face, but I kept licking, my finger plunging into her rapidly.

A moment later, she tensed up. A wash of heat and moisture surrounded my finger as the first rush of orgasm consumed her. When I caressed her inner spot, she wordlessly cried out. Then her thighs clamped around my ears, but I kept licking as her pussy spasmed in the throes of her climax.

Finally, her hips sagged to the ground and she relaxed. Her legs fell open and slid off my shoulders, into the pool. When she didn’t react to the cool water, I lifted my head and looked up her torso. Her pert breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Then her arms flopped to the sides.

I leaned forward and gently kissed her thigh. As I did, she reached down and languidly ran her fingers through my hair once again. Then we shared a few minutes of companionable silence as she caught her breath.

A few minutes later, Gina moaned, breaking the relative quiet surrounding us. I looked over and watched Leah’s dark head move back and forth as she rapidly licked her sister’s pussy. Gina’s legs slowly rose until they were stiff, her toes pointed. When she climaxed, she cried out and held Leah in place. After a moment or two, Gina went limp and Leah raised her head.

“Now that,” she said, her cheeks and lips glistening with Gina’s moisture, “is better than chocolate.”

Gina laughed weakly while Erin simply smiled.

“Now can we do it again?” Leah asked me.

“See,” I said to Gina, “she is just like you.”

“It serves you right,” Gina said, waving her hand dismissively.

“Paul, please?” Leah asked.

“Okay,” I said. “Lemme find the other rubber—”

“I know where you left it. It’s in the guesthouse. I’ll go get it. Wait right here,” she said in a rush.

With that, she vaulted out of the water and tore around the pool, her firm breasts barely bouncing as she ran. A moment later, she emerged from the guesthouse and waved the foil packet.

“I got it!” she called.

By then, Gina had propped herself on her elbows and we shared an oh, my God, we’ve created a monster moment.

Then I mounted the pool’s steps, grabbed a spare towel from one of the lounge chairs, and quickly dried myself.

“Are you ready?” Leah asked. “Oh, good. You are,” she said when I moved the towel and she spotted my erection.

I quirked an eyebrow at Gina, who merely grinned and made a shooing motion with her hand.

“Do you wanna do it in the hot tub?” Leah asked. “Or do you wanna go back into the guesthouse? We could do it on a raft,” she suggested. “Or we could go up to my room, if you want. I think I know where—”

“Leah!” Once I had her attention, I walked toward her and then pulled her into my arms. My dick bent and pressed against her hip, but I ignored it. “Relax,” I said.

“Sorry,” she said. “I guess I’m just excited.”

“That’s okay.” Then I chuckled good-naturedly.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all. I was just thinking of how much you reminded me of Gina.”

“Is that a bad thing?” she asked.

“Nope. It’s a good thing. Gina’s always been… eager.”

“Ha!” Gina snorted as she stood. “It’s not my fault I like sex.”

“Yeah,” Leah said. “It’s not her fault.”

I laughed.

“We’re just horny,” Leah said.

“I’m not,” Gina said quickly.

“Neither am I,” Erin said. She was still sitting on the towel, with her legs tucked under her. “God, I don’t think I will be for at least…”

“Another hour?” Gina teased with a grin.

“Maybe two,” Erin said sheepishly.

“Paul,” Leah insisted.

“Okay, okay. Sheesh.” I cast about for a comfortable spot and then my gaze landed on one of the chaise lounges. “Let’s go sit down,” I suggested.

“And then can we…?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go call the news channels, Erin,” Gina said, shaking her head in wonder. “‘Horny teenage girl kills sister’s boyfriend in bizarre death-by-fucking ritual. Film at eleven.’”

Leah ignored the jibe and marched toward the lounge chair. As soon as I sat down, she climbed between my legs and started sucking my cock.

Gina smiled and shook her head as she and Erin headed toward the guesthouse.

I turned my attention to Leah and then brushed her ebony hair out of her face.

She continued sucking me for a few minutes, but she kept looking up. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what she wanted.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“God, yes. I’m so hot and wet, I think I’m gonna explode.”

I chuckled and then tore open the foil packet. She watched as I painstakingly rolled the rubber sheath over my erection.

“Are you sure we hafta—”

“Leah,” I chided. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Oh. All right.”

Before I had the ring of rubber completely unrolled, Leah straddled my hips. She waited ’til I was through and then reached between her legs. Without ceremony, she gripped my shaft, aimed it at her pussy, and lowered herself onto it.

“Oh, God,” she groaned. “That feels so good.”

“You’re not sore from earlier?”

“A little,” she said, closing her eyes. “But not much. I mean, you’re not that bi— oops.”

“Jeez,” I teased, “you’re gonna give me a complex.”

“Oh, Paul, I’m really sorry.”

I silenced her with a finger against her lips. “I was teasing,” I said. “Mostly.”

“You’re the biggest guy I’ve ever enjoyed,” she said hopefully.

“I’m the only guy you’ve ever enjoyed.”

“Yeah? So?”

I couldn’t help myself, and started laughing.

“What? What’d I say?”

“Leah, shush.”

“God, all I said was—”

Instead of silencing her with a finger, I pulled her down and kissed her.

After she got over the initial shock, she quickly responded against me.

“Now,” I said when we broke the kiss, “less talking, more fucking.”

“I can’t help it if—”

I pulled her down again and crushed my lips against hers. For good measure, I lifted my hips and thrust into her.

When we finally broke the kiss, she opened her eyes and moistened her lips. “Less talking,” she whispered drunkenly, “more fucking.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Yes, sir,” she added. Then she gave me a silly smile and started rocking her hips. “Ride ’em, cowgirl.”

Instead of answering her, I ran my hands up her torso and cupped her breasts.

For the next ten minutes, we didn’t speak (thankfully). Leah whimpered, moaned, sighed, and cried out softly, but she didn’t speak. As we moved together, her firm breasts bounced gently, and I couldn’t resist the urge to play with them.

“God, that feels good,” she said at last. “It’s like there’s a direct link between my boobs and my pussy.” Then she opened her eyes and looked down at me. “Is Gina like that too?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, nodding. “And so’s your mom.”

“No wonder you and Gina have sex so much.”

“Yep.”

“Well,” Gina said, startling us, “Paul’s also really good, which helps.”

“You really gotta quit sneaking up on us,” I said to her.

She merely shrugged as she sat in an adjacent chaise.

Behind her, Erin grinned at me and sat in another chair.

“Have you tried it doggie style, Leah?” Gina asked.

“Sorta, but not really,” Leah panted. “Does it feel good?”

“Try it.”

“You want to?” I asked.

She immediately nodded.

As we rearranged ourselves, I grinned at Gina.

She blew me a kiss, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Once I positioned Leah on her hands and knees on the sturdy chaise lounge, I moved behind her. Then she groaned as I eased into her tight pussy. With Gina and Erin watching, I began driving into Leah, my hips slapping her ass with each thrust. Almost immediately, she groaned in ecstasy. When I reached around and cupped one of her breasts, her groans redoubled.

“Here,” Gina said, sliding to the ground next to us, “let me do that.”

As I continued thrusting, Gina tweaked and teased Leah’s nipples. Then I gripped the younger girl’s hips and concentrated on fucking her. After a few minutes, Gina reached through Leah’s legs and began playing with her clit. Leah went wild. Her pussy spasmed and then clamped down. I had to force my way into her, which made her cry out in delight. Gina merely grinned up at me.

All of a sudden, Leah tensed up and her pussy grew hotter still. With a rush, she came, her shoulders heaving as I thrust into her. When her pussy clenched my cock and it felt like I was going to bend in half, I buried myself in her depths and held still. Around my invading manhood, her internal muscles spasmed.

“Oh, God,” she panted at last.

When I started to pull out, she quickly reached back and put a hand on my hip to hold me in place.

“Are you too sensitive?” Gina asked softly.

Leah nodded.

“I get like that too,” Gina said. Then she glanced up at me and turned thoughtful. “Roll over, Leah,” she said at last.

With a hiss, Leah pulled completely off my dick and then rolled to her back.

I knew Gina well enough to know what she wanted, so I pulled off the rubber and began stroking myself.

Then Gina motioned Erin over. Erin got up and knelt next across from Gina.

While I pumped my cock, Gina and Erin played with Leah’s nipples, making her squirm. Because I’d already come several times, it took me a while to reach the point of orgasm. Finally, I felt my balls tighten and begin to tingle. My breathing quickened and Gina looked up expectantly. I nodded and then felt the first surge of my climax.

With a grunt, I spewed semen across Leah’s abdomen. The next spurt arced out and filled her belly button. I pumped my fist again, and the final gush landed on her smooth mons.

Then I sagged onto my haunches as Gina rubbed the glistening drops into Leah’s dark skin, licking her fingers as she did. When Erin joined in, Leah’s stomach and chest were soon covered with a sheen of semen.

“God,” Leah said, “that was so cool.”

“No kidding,” I said, panting.

“Wow,” she continued. “You’ve come—” she counted on her fingers, “—four times today.”

Five, I silently corrected.

“That’s a lot, isn’t it?” she asked.

“Uh-huh. And now,” I said, “I’m going to cool off. It’s hot out here.” With that, I rose from the lounger, my erection bobbing gently. Then I leaned down and kissed Gina on the forehead. “Come on,” I said to the girls, “let’s go for a swim.”

After Susan and our parents returned from the movie, Chris and Elizabeth offered to take us all to dinner at a new Indian restaurant. Elizabeth even got to use some of her dimly remembered Hindi. According to her, the food was very authentic. And even though I enjoy spicy food, I had to quench each fire-laden bite with water and chapati bread. The women (except for Elizabeth) had prudently asked for mild seasoning. In spite of the heat, the food was delicious.

Dad and I both decided, amid much sweating, that we liked curry. But we also agreed that Indians had a different concept of “hot.”

“Next time,” I said, “when they ask me how I want my curry, I’m gonna tell ’em three. Four is about to kill me, and I can’t imagine what five would be like.”

“I can’t feel my face,” Dad joked.

“It’s not that bad, boys,” Elizabeth said, chuckling. “My father used to eat curry even I thought was hot.”

“At least it’s a dry heat,” Chris croaked as he reached for his glass.

“Can I get an asbestos tongue?” Dad asked.

Despite our good-natured complaining, Dad, Chris, and I finished our food. I think we ate three plates of chapati as well, but we enjoyed ourselves. Since Elizabeth was Indian, the restaurant’s owner brought out a special dessert: homemade ice cream—called kulfi—with almonds and pistachios. After the heat of the curry, the kulfi coated my mouth with heavenly coldness.

Smart people, those Indians, I thought.

After dinner, we drove back to the Coulters’ house and watched a movie on cable TV. My parents and Susan decided to spend the night in the guesthouse, and we sat around and talked until nearly midnight.

Finally, I couldn’t hold my eyes open anymore, so Gina and I said goodnight. Since Chris had to go to work the next morning, he and Elizabeth decided to go to bed too. At that point, Mom, Dad, and Susan said goodnight as well, then headed out to the guesthouse. (Erin and Leah had long since gone to bed.)

When Gina climbed into bed next to me, she laid her head on my chest and snuggled close.

“I had fun today,” she said.

“Mmm hmm.”

“Leah did too.”

“Good.”

“Are you ready to go to sleep?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay. When you start giving me monosyllabic answers, it’s time to let you go to sleep.”

“Yep.”

“I love you, Paul,” she said softly.

“Love you too,” I mumbled.

“Thank you for today. You were wonderful.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Goodnight,” she said.

“Mmm hmm.”

What seemed like a short time later, I opened my eyes.

Why is the room so bright? I wondered.

“Are you awake?” Gina whispered.

I nodded.

“You were sleeping so soundly…”

I nodded again. “How long have I been asleep?” I asked, thinking it’d been ten or fifteen minutes since I dozed off.

“All night,” she said after a moment’s hesitation.

“What time is it?”

“Almost eleven.”

“Eleven?” I asked, surprised.

“Uh-huh.”

“In the morning?”

“Yes, silly,” she said.

“God, I did sleep soundly. The last thing I remember was you saying ‘goodnight.’ Is everyone else up?”

“Up and gone,” she said. “My dad went to work before I even got up. Your dad went to the airport to work on the plane. Everyone else went shopping for school clothes.”

“So we have the house to ourselves?”

“Mmm hmm. And it took all my willpower not to wake you up.”

“Thanks,” I said, stretching and yawning. “God! I can’t believe how good I slept.”

“No kidding. You were completely zonked.”

“You know what I want to do today?” I asked.

“No. What?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“Nothing?” she asked suggestively.

“Well, almost nothing.”

“That’s good. Because I was thinking…”

“Yeah?” I prompted.

“I really liked watching you and Leah yesterday.”

“Uh-huh?”

“And… it’s been a while since I shaved for you. Would you like me to?”

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “I would. Thanks.”

“Okay. Once you’re good and awake, we can soak in the tub for a while, like we did in Ibiza. Then you can watch while I shave for you. Does that sound like fun?”

“Sounds good.”

Then she hugged me tight. “I love you,” she said softly.

“I love you too.”

For a few minutes, we were quiet, neither of us feeling the need to speak.

“God,” she said. “I can’t believe we’re about to go away to college.”

“No kidding,” I agreed.

“I wonder what my roommate will be like.”

“Me too.”

“I hope she’s cool.”

“What’s her name again?” I asked. We’d both gotten our dorm packets from UT, which had included a bare minimum of information about our roommates.

“Faith Catherine Bennett. She’s from Knoxville.”

“Mine’s from Okeechobee, Florida,” I said. “Robert Terrence Marion.”

“I wonder what he’s like.”

“I dunno. I mean, he’s probably just a regular guy.”

“Yeah,” she said.

“I guess I’ll find out when I meet him,” I said. “Although it’s kinda funny when you think about it.”

“What is?”

“Well,” I said, “there’s probably some poor guy in Okeechobee who’s talking to his girlfriend and going, ‘Paul Dean Hughes? I wonder if he’s cool.’”

“Yeah,” she said, laughing, “you’re probably right.”

“And why do they even tell us our roommate’s full name? I mean, my guy’s probably nicknamed ‘Bubba,’ or ‘Too Tall,’ or something like that. And what if your middle name’s something like Lucius or Ichabod?”

“Or what if your name’s something really goofy like ‘Paul Dean’?”

“I like my name,” I said.

“So do I,” she said mischievously. “It’s just kinda goofy. I mean, it’s not a lot of syllables.”

“So? What’s the matter with Paul Dean?”

“Nothing. It’s just not as elegant as Gina Nicole.”

“‘Not as elegant’?!” I squawked, now fully awake. “I’ll show you elegant.” Then I rolled her over and pinned her beneath me. “Can your fancy—elegant—two-syllable names get you out of this?”

“Who says I want to get loose?” she asked impishly.

“Pickin’ on my name,” I muttered. “Remind me why I keep you around?” I asked facetiously.

“It’s because of my obvious poise and good breeding,” she said. Then she gripped my semi-hard dick and began rubbing. “And because I do this.”

“That? You think that’s special?”

“Uh-huh,” she said with a grin.

“Well,” I conceded, “it does feel kinda nice.”

“Only kinda?”

“Okay, very nice.”

“I know what’d make it feel nicer,” she said, her eyes sparkling with an unspoken invitation.

“Oh?”

“Mmm hmm. Scoot up here and I’ll show you.”

“What’re you going to do?” I asked as I straddled her chest.

“I’m going to show you why I don’t care about your one-syllable names.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s because you’ve got a seven-syllable dick,” she purred. Then she gently kissed the head.

“If you’re lucky,” I said, “I’ll give you fourteen syllables.”

“Ooooh, that’d be nice.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“I like twice,” she breathed.

“Me too,” I said.

“Once now,” she said, “and then once after I shave for you.”

“If you’re a good girl.”

“Oh, I’ll be a good girl,” she said. “A very, very good girl.” With that, she wrapped her lips around me again.

At that point, I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation of her mouth sliding over my erection.

On Tuesday, we took Susan to the airport. She was flying to Austin to help Doug decorate his new house, so she wouldn’t be able to come to Knoxville with us.

Gina and I spent the rest of the week packing. We both wanted to take too much stuff, of course, but we also knew how small the dorm rooms were. And with two people living in each room, space would be at a premium.

We packed clothes, a few posters, school supplies, towels and linens, toiletries, and not much else. Gina packed a set of medical books, and I packed a curling bar, two dumbbell bars, and about two hundred pounds of weights. The plates were heavy, but they’d easily fit under my bed or in the closet. The university actually had a workout facility, but I wanted to be able to lift in my room, even if it was only curls and presses.

The day before we left for Knoxville, Gina and Leah came over to help us load all of my stuff into Mom’s station wagon. Then we went to the Coulters’ house to load their station wagon with Gina’s things. After that, our families went out to dinner for a farewell celebration.

That night, Gina and I spent our last night together in her room.

“Are you really ready for tomorrow?” she asked. She sounded as nervous as I felt.

“Yeah,” I said at last. “At least I think I am.”

“I know what you mean,” she said. Then, “Have you talked to Kendall?”

“Yeah. I called her yesterday. She’s moving into her dorm the day after tomorrow. Her dad couldn’t rearrange his schedule.” We had tried to coordinate things so our families could meet Kendall and the Paytons in Chattanooga and then drive to Knoxville together, but it hadn’t worked out.

“Oh well,” Gina said. “We’ll see her the day after tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you looking forward to seeing her?”

“Uh-huh,” I said. “Aren’t you?”

“Oh yeah, of course I am”

“Yeah.” Then we were silent for a few moments, each lost in our own thoughts.

“It’ll be kinda weird,” Gina said at last. “I mean, not having to tell our parents if we want to spend the night in each other’s room or something.”

“Yeah,” I said. “But it’ll be all right.”

“I know. It’ll just be different.” She paused for a moment, and I could almost feel her gathering her courage. “Are you scared?” she asked quietly.

“No. I mean… well… maybe I’m a little nervous.”

“Me too.”

“But I’m kinda excited too.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. Then, “Do you think we’ll make new friends?”

“Sure,” I said. “I’m sure we’ll meet lots of cool people.”

“What if they’re not like us?”

“They will be,” I reassured her. “Some of ’em, at least.”

“I hope so.”

Once again, we were both silent for a few minutes, each of us thinking about the future. Then she rolled over and laid her head on my chest. Tentatively, she reached for my dick.

“Do you wanna…?” she asked.

“If you want to.”

“Not really,” she said, surprising me. “I mean, if you want to, we can, but…”

“Yeah,” I said. “I understand.”

“Can you just hold me instead?”

“Sure.” Then I wrapped my arm around her and held her tight.

We drifted off to sleep like that, holding on to each other for a sense of security.

The next morning, we showered together, packed the last of our toiletries, and ate breakfast. Before we left, Kara called to talk to Gina. When Gina hung up, she looked a lot less apprehensive. I silently said a word of thanks to Kara.

Afterward, Gina and I piled into the Bumble Bug with Leah. Chris and Elizabeth got into the station wagon and then we drove to my house. When we got there, I went inside to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. After fifteen minutes, I finally decided that I’d packed everything I needed. When my family was ready to leave, Erin and I got into the Jeep as Dad and Mom got into the station wagon. Then, our four-car caravan pulled out of the driveway.

As I drove, I turned introspective. Gina and I were starting a new life, in a new city, with new friends (whom we hadn’t even met yet). Although I might not admit it to Gina, I guess I was scared. Gina had wanted to go to UCLA; would she be happy at UT? Would she be happy with me? Would Kendall still want to be part of my life? What would happen if I didn’t do well in school? Who could I turn to for help, in school or in life? Those and a million other thoughts raced through my head.

Finally, my fears and anxiety gradually disappeared as the miles fell behind us. It took me a while to realize it, but I was actually looking forward to the challenges. I was excited about living in Knoxville with Gina and Kendall, excited about studying architecture, and excited about all the possibilities that lay before me.

I’m ready for this, I told myself with as much confidence as I could muster.

I hope.

The End

Read the continuation of the story in Summer Camp - Book 3: Kendall.

AUTHOR’S AFTERWORD

Wow! It’s really over.

And I can almost hear the great collective groan of frustration. Who died? Who does Paul marry?

Keep reading.

Before I start talking about all that’s happened to me—and this story—in the past eight months, let me take a moment to thank several people. First and foremost, I’d like to express my undying gratitude to my editor, MizPattay. Her dedication, skill, and support have been truly integral to the success of this story.

In addition, I want to thank my pair of dedicated proofreaders, Strickland83 and Terry Steyaert. They get each chapter after MizPattay and I are finished with it. Remarkably, they each find separate issues. But between the two of them, very, very few problems creep into the final draft. All the problems that do creep in are mine and mine alone, unfortunately.

Let me also say thanks to Gary Jordan. Gary is my reality check; he provides welcome advice about each chapter. I’d also like to thank all the other people who have helped me in too many ways to list. You know who you are.

Last but not least, let me thank all the people who take part in Scipio’s Forum. They’re sometimes a rowdy bunch, but they’re always fun. We share a common love for the Summer Camp characters and universe. Thank you all. I write for my own pleasure, but it makes my work so much easier when I know people enjoy what I do.

When I first started writing this book, I thought it would be about the size of Book 1. I was wrong. Very wrong. Thirty-two chapters and more than 400,000 words later, Book 2 has drawn to a close. Paul is now an adult, and he’s going off to college. He’s entering a new chapter of his life, and he’ll be meeting new people. I’m excited for him.

Writing is both a craft and an art, and in Book 2, I set out to tell a story. But I also wanted to hone my craft and improve my writing skills. I’ve had fun doing it, but I’m ready for a break. I’ve got a couple of ideas for Summer Camp short stories, and I want to write more Jazz Club and Mike Logan stories. In addition, I’m positively brimming with other story ideas.

It’s been little more than a year since I started writing Summer Camp, and in that time, I have achieved more than I ever dreamed was possible. I won the Silver Clit Awards for November and December 2002. I had my stories published on Ruthie’s Club. I was interviewed for The Basement Internet Show. And I won a staggering twelve Golden Clit Awards for 2003, including Author of the Year and Best New Author. I am both proud and extremely grateful for all the recognition.

Finally, let me address the two big questions: Who died? Who does Paul marry? The answers to both those questions will come at the end of Book 4. So you’ll have to read to find out.

For those of you who don’t want to wait, you’re welcome to join Scipio’s Forum, a Yahoo group where people from all over the world discuss my stories, as well as a myriad of other things. You won’t find the answers to all your questions, but the Forum members occasionally ferret out the truth. I even admit to it, once in a while.

In closing, let me thank you once again. Writing is hard work, but having appreciative readers makes it all worthwhile.

Nick Scipio
September 28, 2003
Southeastern US

SECOND AFTERWORD

When I finished this book, in September, 2003, I was relieved. The previous few months had been a hellish nightmare. Although I didn’t admit it at the time, I was burned out. I was angry, resentful, and worse, I was tired of the story. After nine solid months of writing, I had too much story to tell, and not enough desire or energy to tell it.

Unfortunately, when I posted the final chapters of the book, my sense of accomplishment was tempered by the feeling that I’d failed the story. This wasn’t the story I wanted to tell; or it wasn’t all of the story I wanted to tell.

Believe it or not, the vast majority of the comments I received were positive. But some of them were more candid, and said that the final chapters seemed rushed. A handful of comments were… well… let’s just say that a few people earned a whole truckload of bad karma.

I think the frank, honest comments stung the most—not because of what they said, but because I knew they were right. I’m a perfectionist, and I hope that shows in my writing. But I’m also fairly honest with myself, and the frank comments simply echoed my own self-criticism. It’s never fun to be told that you haven’t done your best work, but it’s even worse when you know it’s true.

So I decided to take a break—to rest, to recuperate, to revitalize. Then, when I was ready, I began to revise the final chapters, telling the story I wanted to tell, the story that needed to be told. And here is it. I think the revised chapters are less rushed, more personal. They don’t tell, they show. At least I hope that’s the case.

All in all, I added more than 60,000 words to the story. I recently heard that the entire Lord of the Rings saga is 500,000 words. The revised Summer Camp – Book 2 is a whopping 475,000 words. I don’t think I’m in the same league as Tolkien, but at least I know what I’m aspiring to.

In closing, let me thank you for reading. Again. And thank you to everyone who sent feedback—appreciative, critical, or both. I hope you enjoy this revision. I certainly have.

Finally.

Nick Scipio
January 30, 2004
Southeastern US

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