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Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 29 (mf, MF, teen, oral, safe)
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 29
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, MF, teen, oral, safe
Revision: 1.01
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                       STANDARD DISCLAIMER

This piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It 
contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you 
are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO 
NOT read any further.

All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely 
coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse 
any of the activities described in this story.

This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without 
the written permission of the author, Nick Scipio 
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Monday was like a vacation day--a _real_ vacation day. I slept 
in, wantonly lying in bed even after I woke up. When I finally 
crawled down from the top bunk, the sun was well up and the cabin 
was deserted. Then, without a regret, I skipped my workout. It 
didn't give me the same satisfaction that skipping a Friday 
workout would've, but it was still refreshing.

By the time I took a shower, it was almost ten o'clock. As I 
walked onto the porch, yawning and stretching decadently, Mom and 
Kendall were just walking up the hill.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Mom said.

"Mornin'."

Instead of greeting me verbally, Kendall's face simply lit up 
with a smile.

"Hi," I said to her.

"We thought you were going to sleep all day," Mom said.

"I've had a busy couple of days," I answered with another yawn.

"I'll try not to tax you overmuch," Kendall said with a 
mischievous grin.

"Thanks."

Once they reached the porch, I gave Kendall a good morning kiss 
on the cheek. In the cabin, Mom retrieved her book, Dad's book, 
his ball cap and sunglasses, and their beach towels. Then she 
kissed me on the cheek and headed down the hill.

"You wanna go down to the lake too?" Kendall asked.

I shook my head. Then I held a hand out to her and tossed my chin 
toward the cabin's interior.

"Oh?" she asked suggestively.

I merely rolled my eyes and gestured a little more emphatically 
with my hand.

"I don't know if we should be alone in your cabin," she said with 
a grin as she took my hand.

I opened the screen door and gently tugged her with me.

"After all, you could compromise my virtue or something equally 
nefarious."

"We wouldn't want that, now, would we," I said.

"Definitely not," she replied, grinning. "I'm a proper young 
lady."

Inside, I bonelessly dropped onto the couch. Kendall started to 
sit next to me, but I pulled her into my lap.

"Oh," she said in surprise. "You really _do_ wanna...?"

I shook my head quickly. "Not really. To be honest, it's nice not 
having to think about sex for a little while."

She nodded and quickly curled up on my lap, putting her arms 
around my neck and gazing at me fondly.

I put my arm around her, enjoying the feeling of her warm body 
next to mine, and lay my head on the back of the couch. I must 
have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes again, Kendall was 
lightly running her index finger over my temples, right along my 
hairline. It felt indescribably nice.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked, stifling a yawn.

"Not long, you were just dozing. Ten minutes, maybe."

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't be. You're adorable when you're asleep."

"Thanks," I said, my face warming.

"You're adorable when you blush too."

That only made things worse.

"Maybe you could try blushing while you're asleep," she suggested 
less-than-helpfully.

"Don't tempt me."

"I'd do no such thing."

"_Sure_ you wouldn't," I said.

"Cross my heart."

I arched my eyebrows skeptically.

When her smile faded, she gazed at me intently, her bright blue 
eyes holding my own. Then she gave me an unmistakable look. _Kiss 
me_, she said with her expression alone.

Who was I to refuse?

As we kissed, slowly and sensually, I ran my hand along her 
thigh. Then I pulled her tight against me with the hand around 
her waist, and she whimpered into my mouth. We broke the kiss for 
only a moment, both of us breathing a little heavier. Then her 
lips sought mine again and she pressed herself against me, her 
nipples hardening as she did.

My tongue slid along hers and then I captured one of her lips 
with my teeth. As I nipped it gently, I pulled back and gazed 
into her suddenly open eyes. I smiled at her, my eyes crinkling, 
then released her lip. With an expression of pure heat, she 
tilted her head and once again crushed her lips against my own.

We kissed for a long time, letting our desire build slowly. My 
hands roamed over her body as we did, and I simply enjoyed the 
feeling of her soft curves and smooth skin. As I touched her, 
lightly at times, with more pressure and longing at others, my 
dick slowly hardened. She felt it pressing against her thigh and 
then pulled back, her eyes glittering.

"Maybe you were thinking about sex after all?" she asked with a 
wet-lipped grin.

"You make it hard not to."

"Is that a bad pun?"

I grinned and shrugged theatrically.

"I'll take that to be a yes," she said.

Instead of verbally sparring with her--since I would've been at a 
disadvantage--I simply pulled her toward me again and kissed her. 
She arched her back, which pressed her lush breasts into my 
chest, and moaned softly, the sound muffled by my mouth. I ran my 
right hand through her lustrous hair and pulled her closer still, 
crushing her lips with my own.

She cupped my face and kissed me passionately, whimpering softly 
as she did. I felt her breath flutter against my cheek as I 
tweaked one of her nipples. When I gently circled it with my 
thumb, she began squirming and moaning insistently.

"Let me get a rubber," I said as we broke the kiss.

"I'll get it," she said breathily. "Where are they?"

"That's okay, I can--"

"Shhhh. I want you to watch me as I walk across the room. I like 
it when you do. Your eyes light up."

"Well," I said, "you're a beautiful girl."

"I'm a beautiful _woman_, Paul," she said seriously.

"You're both."

"Fair enough. Now, about those rubbers..."

I told her where they were and she kissed me as she got up. When 
she walked across the room, she did something funny with her 
feet, but the effect was stunning. Instead of simply putting one 
foot in front of the other, she sort of crossed them with each 
step. With a flip of her hair and a sultry look over one 
shoulder, she opened my dresser drawer. A moment later, she 
retrieved a foil packet and then pushed the drawer shut.

Then she did something even more amazing. She looked over her 
shoulder to make sure I was paying attention. When she saw that I 
was, she straightened her shoulders, gracefully turned on the 
balls of her feet, lowered her chin, and gave me a steamy, 
sultry, lustful look. As she walked toward me, she did the cross-
over steps thing again, which made her hips sway deliciously. The 
look and the walk were two of the sexiest, most alluring things 
I've ever seen.

"One of the girls in my class was a model," she said as I 
swallowed hard. "One day, she was teaching some of the other 
girls how to walk." When I looked up, our eyes met and she smiled 
hungrily. "I was paying attention too," she said with a final 
sashay.

"I could tell. That was _incredibly_ hot."

"You look incredibly hot, too."

I suddenly glanced down and imagined the sight I must have made, 
my erection resting against my stomach with a glistening drop of 
pre-come oozing out.

With a grin, she spread my legs and slowly knelt between them.

"I'm ready to go," I said. "Lemme have the rubber."

Instead of handing me the packet, she shook her head. "I'm not 
ready yet." When I arched my eyebrows inquisitively, she 
continued. "I'll get wet as I suck you," she said.

"Oh," I replied, blinking. "You're not wet yet?"

She shook her head again.

"D'you want me to go down on you?"

"Shhhh. I want to suck you. It'll get me wet _and_ I'll enjoy 
it."

"You get wet when you suck me?"

"Mmm hmm. I like knowing I'm giving you pleasure. It... it gets me 
all hot."

Without further ado, she lifted my shaft and slowly tongued it, 
maintaining eye contact as she did. Once again, I was struck by 
how different her technique was from Gina's. Gina was very good, 
and enthusiastic, but Kendall made love to my dick. She didn't 
rush things. Instead, she languidly sucked me while paying 
attention to my reactions. When she sensed my delight, she made 
sure to keep doing whatever had engendered it. After several 
glorious minutes, she sat up and gazed at my saliva-slick cock. 
Then she brandished the foil packet.

"I think I know how to put this thing on," she said, her voice 
husky with desire.

I had to suppress a chuckle. She sounded just like her mother had 
at the party.

"What were you just thinking?" she asked as she rolled the sheath 
over my erection.

"I was thinking how much you sounded like your mother," I 
answered with candor that surprised me.

"Oh?" She straddled my hips with an arched eyebrow and then 
grasped my latex-encased member.

"Saturday night, at the party," I said as she set the tip against 
her opening. I paused when she rubbed the sensitive head back and 
forth, spreading her abundant moisture. _She was right,_ I 
thought. _She _does_ get wet when she sucks me._

"What about it?"

"Your mom was tipsy, and a little horny."

She nodded and then closed her eyes as she sank onto my rod.

When I recovered from the sensation of being suddenly buried in 
her tight pussy, I continued. "So I was thinking... you sound just 
like your mom when you're horny."

"I don't think my mom even _gets_ horny," she said. She gently 
bit her lip and her nostrils flared as she settled upon me and 
slowly grew accustomed to my girth.

"Oh," I reassured her, "she does. She was really hot for your dad 
the other night."

"Yeah, right," she replied with sarcastic distraction. "I don't 
think my mom knows what sex is."

"She had you and Drew," I said. When she began to grind her hips, 
I ran my hands over her torso, tweaking her nipples with my 
thumbs as I did.

"Okay," Kendall admitted, her breathing a little rapid, "so she's 
had sex at least twice."

"Oh, I'm sure your parents have had sex more than that."

She shook her head as she slowly rode me, her eyes still closed.

"I'll bet they do," I whispered, my hands finally settling on her 
hips.

"You don't know them. They're so incredibly..." She stopped 
speaking and rocked her hips. "Ah... this is nice..." Then she licked 
her lips as her eyes fluttered open. "They're so incredibly 
straitlaced," she resumed. "I never even hear them _talk_ about 
sex."

"Think what you'd like," I said, lifting my hips.

"Sorry, you just don't know what they're like."

"I guess," I said with a grin.

If she thought her parents weren't having sex, she was deluding 
herself. Kendall got her physical reactions from _somewhere_. And 
as much as she obviously enjoyed riding my dick, I'd bet any 
amount of money that her mother enjoyed it just as much with her 
father.

_Oh, yes,_ I thought to myself, _your parents are _definitely_ 
having more sex than you imagine._

Instead of pondering how much sex Kendall's parents were having, 
I concentrated on the sex that _we_ were having. With a wry 
smile, I pulled her against me and ran my hands over her back. 
When I reached her ass, I cupped her cheeks and rocked my pelvis 
upward, burying myself in her snug channel. She whimpered and 
clutched me with rising passion.

Her breasts pressed against my chest as she rose slightly, tilted 
her hips back, then let herself back down. She repeated the 
motion several times, rubbing her clit against the hard base of 
my shaft each time. When she started to speed up, I put 
restraining hands on her hips and held her in place.

"Take your time," I whispered in her ear.

"What happens if someone comes back and sees us? Your parents? Or 
Erin?"

"Then I'll politely ask them to leave so we can fuck like bunnies 
in private."

Despite her best attempt to remain focused, she laughed.

"There, that's better. Like I said, take your time. I don't wanna 
come yet."

"But what if I do?" she asked.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure your toes curl."

"You're so smug."

I shrugged. "I know what I'm doing."

"You really think so?" she quipped as she started moving again, 
albeit slower than before.

"Mmm hmm. I was taught well."

"So Susan taught you how to do this?" she asked without a hint of 
jealousy.

"Yep." As Kendall leaned back, I took the opportunity to run my 
hands up her taut stomach and cup her breasts. "She also taught 
me to do _this_," I said with a mischievous grin. With that, I 
leaned forward and began sucking her nipples.

"Oh, my goodness. Yes!"

I alternated between them, pulling the little buds to erection 
with my lips. She arched her back and held my head against her 
softness.

"Remind me to thank her sometime," she said breathlessly.

"Is now a good time? I can go get her."

"You wouldn't dare," she said in nervous disbelief.

"Wanna bet?"

"No!" she blurted. "No, I know you're serious. Please don't leave 
me like this."

"I wouldn't, sweetie. I was just kidding."

She rocked her hips back and forth, closed her eyes, then bit her 
lip to keep from crying out. I grinned to myself and watched in 
fascination as her breasts swayed from side to side with the 
motion of her body.

When she started gyrating her hips, I merely sat back and gazed 
at her, playing with her breasts as I did. She was lost in her 
own little world, working up to her orgasm, and I was more than 
content to help her get there. I'd kept the pace deliberately 
slow, to allow her to work up a real head of steam, and judging 
by the powerful twinges from her internal muscles, she was bound 
for a colossal release.

Several delightful minutes later, her chest and face flushed 
darker still and I knew her climax was imminent. Her pussy was 
spasming wildly and her hips were in constant motion. I sat up a 
little, hooked my arms under her shoulders, and pulled her 
forward. Then I lifted my head and captured one of her nipples, 
flicking my tongue against its puckered surface and making her 
gasp in pleasure.

While I alternated between her breasts, making lewd sucking 
noises as I pulled at them with my lips, she began to pant and 
whimper softly. As she worked herself against my shaft, her cries 
became more insistent. I grinned shamelessly and rocked my hips 
in time with her, fueling her passion.

When she came, it was explosive but silent. Her back bent and she 
buried her head in the hollow of my neck. I felt a flow of 
moisture around the base of my cock as her pussy clenched me and 
then rippled with the effects of her release. She panted and 
shook as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

As her orgasm finally began to subside, she mewled softly and 
cuddled my neck, her silken hair tickling my face. I merely held 
her close, feeling the thudding rhythm of her heart as she 
panted. A fine sheen of sweat coated her back as I gently raked 
my fingernails over her skin, causing her to quiver in pleasure.

"You didn't come," she said after a while, her breathing still 
heavy.

I shook my head.

"Why not?"

"I was enjoying watching you," I said softly, kissing her shell-
like ear as she tucked her hair behind it. When she shivered, I 
did it again. "And I like making it good for you."

"My orgasms are always so much better when you're inside me," she 
breathed.

"Mmm hmm."

"Your hardness gives my muscles something to squeeze against."

"Yep."

"And," she said with a sly grin as she pulled back, "you're still 
hard." Her eyes twinkled as she ground her hips against me.

"Yep."

"What do you want to do about that?"

"Oh," I mused, "probably the usual."

"Which is?"

I grinned roguishly as she arched an elegant eyebrow.

"Yes?" she prompted.

"Oh, I thought I'd go ahead and jerk off. Once you climb off my 
lap, that is."

A surprisingly hard fist thumped my chest as her eyes glittered 
with smiling reproach.

"Okay, okay," I said hastily, grinning unabashedly. "Maybe we can 
think of something better."

"Maybe I'll _let_ you jerk off," she retorted.

"You know you'd like that."

"Yeah," she said with a rueful grin. "You know me too well."

"So what should I do?" I asked.

"You could ravish me as you please."

"Would you like that?"

"Am I still hot and wet?" she asked rhetorically.

"Hmm, lessee," I said as I pulled back a little and glanced down 
at where our bodies were still joined.

Her pubic hair, despite its trimmed sparseness, was matted and 
damp. My own was equally damp and had been crushed by her 
gyrations.

"You look wet enough," I said.

"Trust me," she replied with aplomb, "I'm still wet."

"And you're very hot."

She nodded, her eyes hooded and sultry.

"Say, do you know the melting point of latex?" I asked 
conversationally. "I mean, it could be a problem if--"

Another fist in the chest.

"Ow! You're pretty strong... for a girl."

"For a _girl?!_"

When she tried to playfully hit me again, I caught her wrist. In 
a flash, I caught the other one as well. Instead of pushing her 
back, I used the leverage to pull her forward. Our lips met in a 
kiss which rapidly turned steamy. This time, it was her turn to 
gently bite _my_ lip. When she pulled back, she gave me a 
smoldering look.

"Are you going to hold me down and ravish me?" she asked, 
glancing at her wrists, which I still held. "I'm a proper young 
lady. I'd never submit to a scoundrel such as yourself. Not 
voluntarily, at any rate."

"Oh, no?"

She shook her head in feigned defiance.

"You really think so?"

Without waiting for her to answer, I rolled to the right and 
twisted my torso, taking her with me. She ended up on her back 
with me still between her legs. As I firmly buried myself in her 
superheated pussy, she grinned at me.

"You can have my body," she said with an exaggerated Southern 
accent, "but you'll never break my spirit."

"I don't want to break your spirit," I said with a grin. "Right 
now, I just want your body."

"Yankee swine," she said loftily. "Ravish me as you like, but I 
won't enjoy it--"

I began moving within her, stroking my length into her tightness 
and making her gasp in pleasure.

"--much," she finished.

I bent to kiss her and she moaned into my mouth.

"Oh, take me," she drawled when we broke the kiss.

"Never fear, miss," I said, my breathing heavy as I thrust into 
her, "I'm going to."

-----

After we got cleaned up (I made sure to wrap the used rubber in 
toilet paper and unobtrusively drop it in the bathroom trash 
can), we headed down the hill. I stopped at the clubhouse to fix 
two quick sandwiches and then ate them as we continued to the 
lake. Once there, Drew and Erin waved to us from the raft.

The swim from the shore to the raft was incredibly refreshing. 
Kendall wasn't as strong a swimmer as I was, so I made sure to 
maintain a pace I knew she could match. I let her climb onto the 
raft before me and then hoisted myself onto the sun-warmed 
canvas.

Drew and I eyed each other warily for a moment and then decided 
that everything was cool between us. On Sunday, I'd pretty much 
avoided him, since I didn't want any more trouble.

"What'd you do to your knees?" Kendall asked him.

"Huh?"

"Your knees," she said, gesturing. "They're all red."

"Oh, it's nothing."

"What happened?"

His eyes locked with mine and I wondered if I should say 
something or not.

"I tripped on one of your dumb books," he said, looking back to 
Kendall, "getting out of bed yesterday morning."

"Oh, Drew," she said. "I'm so sorry."

"Ah, that's okay. I'm fine. It didn't hurt or nothin'."

"I'll pick them up first thing after lunch," Kendall said 
sincerely.

"I'll help," I added with a nod of thanks to Drew.

Evidently, he knew as well as I did that telling Kendall about 
our little scuffle would only cause problems for both of us. 
Besides, it was a guy thing, and it would stay between us.

"Hey!" Kendall said suddenly. "Do you wanna have lunch with us, 
Paul?"

"Yeah, sure." Then I caught Drew's eye and pointedly glanced at 
Erin.

"Hey, Erin," he asked, picking up the cue, "you wanna have lunch 
with us too?"

"Sure, I'd love to!"

Mom and Dad took the news in stride. They actually seemed happy 
to have the time to themselves. Kendall and Drew's parents were 
more than delighted to have Erin and me join them. While Melissa, 
Kendall, and Erin fixed BLT sandwiches in the Winnebago, Adam, 
Drew, and I sat outside at the picnic table. When everything was 
ready, the girls trooped out of the camper with plates of 
sandwiches, a big bowl of potato chips, and a tray of cool 
drinks. Thankfully, Kendall had brought Erin and me water, but 
her family all drank iced tea.

The girls chatted about some of the families with younger kids 
while Adam and Drew talked about football. Given my druthers, I 
probably wouldn't have talked about either subject, but I decided 
to "do the guy thing" and talk about football. I was only a 
mediocre fan at best, but I paid enough attention to the game to 
know what they were talking about.

Drew had made the varsity team as their second string strong-side 
linebacker. But for two weeks before school even began, he'd have 
summer training. Evidently, Chattanooga was both hot and 
extremely humid, and he wasn't looking forward to two-a-days or, 
worse, three-a-days. Practicing in the stifling heat with all 
those pads must be brutal.

"You don't play football, do you, Paul?" Adam asked.

"No. I wrestle."

"He's pretty good, too," Drew added with a sly grin.

"You're on a team, right?" Adam asked.

I nodded.

"So how's that work? You don't wrestle as a team, do you?"

"No," I said, laughing good-naturedly. "You wrestle guys in your 
weight class. Well, you wrestle _one_ guy in your weight class. 
When we have a dual meet, each guy will wrestle the other team's 
guy in his weight class. Whoever wins gets points for their team. 
A tie means you split the points between the teams. Six points 
for the winning guy's team. And at the end of the meet, the team 
with the most points wins. You wrestle one on one, but your 
results affect the team."

"So it sounds like it's an individual sport," Adam said.

"Sorta. There's no real teamwork, not like in football, but it's 
definitely a team sport."

"You never wrestle guys in another weight class?" Drew asked.

"Not intentionally," I said with a grin.

He grinned ruefully in reply.

"But yeah, you do in practice. Last year," I said, "there was a 
guy named Bruce who taught me a lot about the sport, and he was 
in a heavier weight class. It was tough wrestling him, 'cause he 
was bigger and stronger than me."

"I'll bet," Adam said.

"But it made me a better wrestler," I added. "I mean, I had to 
work _hard_ to beat Bruce, and I didn't do it that often."

"That makes sense," Adam agreed. "It made you sharp."

"But what did he get out of it?" Drew asked.

"Well," I said, "because I was smaller than him, I was usually 
quicker, and he had to react faster. Sometimes, he could simply 
overpower me, but wrestling is about a lot more than just power. 
It's also about leverage and timing."

"No kidding," Drew said with a short, sharp laugh.

"So I could take down a bigger guy with good leverage and quick 
reflexes," I added with friendly grin.

"Really?" Adam asked skeptically.

"I'd bet he could, Dad," Drew interjected.

"If I got lucky," I said.

"Are you boys done talking about how macho you are?" Melissa 
asked from across the table. "Because if you are, I've got a 
little bit of red velvet cake left. Who wants a piece?"

We all did, so she, Kendall, and Erin went inside to fetch the 
remainder of the cake. Adam, Drew, and I talked about how 
football was different than wrestling, and how it was the same.

"Actually," I said as the women returned with the cake, "a lot of 
guys on my school's football team come out for wrestling."

"They do?" Drew asked.

Kendall set a plate of cake in front of me and I smiled 
gratefully. Then she sat next to me and discreetly put her hand 
on my thigh.

"Yeah," I said, slicing off a large bite of cake with my fork. I 
noticed with a grin that the three men had fairly large pieces, 
while the women had smaller ones.

"When I was in school," Adam said, "we didn't even _have_ a 
wrestling team. But I think I'd've gone out for it if we had, 
just to stay in shape over the winter."

"That's why a lot of guys do it," I added. Then I grinned 
shamelessly. "Some of 'em think we're fags or something, because 
we roll around on a mat with other guys. But after the first week 
of practice, I don't think anybody thinks we're soft."

"Is it that tough?" Drew asked.

I swallowed another bite of cake and nodded emphatically.

"It can't be tougher than three-a-days," Drew said skeptically.

"I dunno," I said with a shrug. "I've never done three-a-days. 
But I know most of the football players quit after the first 
week. And they survived three-a-days..."

His look said he clearly didn't believe me.

"Wrestling is _hard_, man," I said. "I use muscles I never knew I 
had."

"Like which ones?" Adam asked.

"My neck. You've got to bridge to keep your shoulders off the 
mat."

He nodded.

"And my hands," I said. "I mean, I'm sure you've gotta have 
strong hands in football, but if I lose my grip on the other guy, 
he's going to escape. Or worse, he'll reverse and maybe pin me. I 
actually work out my hands with gripper springs."

"Really?" Adam asked.

"Shake his hand, Dad," Drew suggested with a smirk.

Adam held out his hand and I obligingly gripped it. When he 
squeezed, I squeezed in reply. He tightened his grip and so did 
I. Eventually, we were both turning red and holding our breath. 
His grip was like an iron band, but I wasn't about to let up. 
Finally, by unspoken mutual consent, we both relaxed.

"_Damn_, son!" Adam gasped as he rubbed his hand.

I rubbed mine as well.

"Adam," Melissa chided gently.

"Hon, the kid's strong."

"That's still no reason to swear," she said. "But I guess boys 
will be boys."

Adam, Drew, and I shared a conspiratorial grin.

"Okay, ladies," Melissa said, "let's get these plates cleaned up 
and then we can go relax with our macho men down by the lake."

-----

At the lake, Adam and Melissa dragged their lounge chairs over by 
my parents. Drew and Erin swam out to the raft with Kendall and 
me, but they didn't stay long. After about thirty minutes, Drew 
asked Erin if she wanted to go for a walk. Kendall and I grinned 
at her enthusiastic reply.

Once they were gone, the two of us basked in the sun for a while. 
But it was a hot day, and after an hour or so, we returned to the 
water to cool off. Dennis and Elaine Raeford were just coming 
down the hill, so we swam over to the shore near them. Compared 
to the cold water, the brick of the coping felt nice as Kendall 
and I rested our arms on their warmth and kicked our feet out 
behind us.

"Hi," Elaine called as we approached.

"Did you all have a late lunch?" Kendall asked.

"Nap time," Elaine replied. "These two are bugaboos if they don't 
get their naps."

"Do you want some help with them?" Kendall asked.

"Sure."

While Kendall helped with Boo, Dennis slipped two orange 
"floaties" on Linette. Elaine explained that Linette could swim, 
but still wanted the security the two arm floats provided. 
Kendall waded back into the water holding Boo and a Styrofoam 
lifesaving ring with a cloth seat in the middle. She carefully 
lowered the toddler into it. With his feet through the holes in 
the seat, he could kick himself around and splash, but there was 
no way he could turn over or slip out.

As Dennis followed a dog-paddling Linette across the lake, 
Kendall swam backward with Boo in tow, both of them laughing 
playfully. Instead of joining them, I grabbed our towels from the 
lounger where we'd left them and gallantly picked up Elaine's 
large straw bag. Then we headed around the edge of the lake 
toward the shallow end.

Once there, I helped her lay out a blanket and then I spread our 
towels next to it. When they reached the shallow end, Dennis and 
Kendall stayed in the water, playing with Linette and Boo. Soon, 
a lot of the other children were in the water and playing as 
well. Kendall motioned for me to join them, which I did.

One of the other dads, a guy named Lon, joined us. For the next 
hour, Dennis, Lon, and I played with the laughing, screaming 
children. We swung them around. We let them climb on us. We 
tossed them toward the deep end. In other words, we had a lot of 
fun. Kendall's eyes shone in adoration as she watched me. When 
Dennis and Lon finally called it quits, exhausted, we left the 
kids to play by themselves, under the watchful eyes of several 
sets of parents, of course.

Kendall and I spent the rest of the afternoon with Dennis and 
Elaine. They were a really cool couple. Elaine did most of the 
talking, which seemed to suit Dennis just fine. Kendall and I 
told them about ourselves and Elaine told us about them.

Elaine had moved from Indiana to go to school at the University 
of Georgia. Dennis was from Athens, Georgia, so he went to the 
hometown school. They started dating when they were freshmen. 
Then Dennis had dropped out of school (flunked out, he corrected 
Elaine with a grin) and gone to work. All through high school, he 
had worked as a brick mason, so he got a job with his old 
company. While Dennis worked and she went to school, they kept 
dating.

When she graduated from nursing school, they both moved to 
Atlanta so she could get a job. Once she had a steady income, she 
talked Dennis into going to Georgia Tech, part time. They got 
married when they found out she was pregnant with Linette, but 
according to both of them, the fact that they would marry had 
been a foregone conclusion.

Once Linette was born, Dennis split his time between laying 
brick, going to school, and helping with the baby. When Barry was 
born, it was more of the same. Elaine worked some, but mostly she 
was a stay-at-home mom. (Believe it or not, she said, Dennis 
could earn more money as a brick mason than she could working as 
a nurse.)

It had taken Dennis five years, but he finally earned his civil 
engineering degree. Because of his years of experience as a 
mason, he was hired straight out of college by a company in 
Augusta, so the family had moved. Elaine was now a part-time 
nurse in a doctor's office and worked three days a week.

Since they'd had to pay for school _and_ a family, this was their 
first summer vacation since they'd been married. Before, Dennis 
would've worked twelve- or fourteen-hour days in the summers to 
earn money for tuition. But with his new job, he had vacation 
time and holidays, and the pay was quite a bit better. Soon, he 
said, he'd be a Professional Engineer--which evidently took 
additional training and a certification process--and could "stamp 
things."

When I asked him what he meant by stamping things, he explained 
that just having an engineering degree wasn't enough to be a 
Professional Engineer. Evidently, there was a difference between 
working as an engineer (a professional) and being a Professional 
Engineer. I could even hear the capital letters in his tone.

At the moment, he was an EIT, an Engineer In Training. Since he'd 
already spent a year working under a Professional Engineer, he'd 
have to work two more years and then take a fairly difficult 
test. If everything went according to plan, he'd then become a 
Professional Engineer himself (and get a special stamp, like an 
Architect, he explained). Being a PE would greatly expand his job 
potential.

After that, he grew quiet again and the conversation turned to 
other things. Kendall asked about Elaine's job and they talked 
about their shared interest in the medical field. Elaine was 
surprised that Kendall was so focused on becoming a doctor, and 
gladly answered a multitude of questions. I was enjoying their 
conversation, so I merely sat back and relaxed.

-----

Toward late afternoon, Erin and Drew returned. When they spotted 
us, they swam across the lake. Drew appeared relaxed, and Erin 
looked suspiciously happy. Once again, I reminded myself to make 
sure that Erin knew what she was up to. I wasn't going to butt 
into her life, but I _was_ her big brother, and being protective 
was my job.

"What're you all doing over here?" she asked as they waded toward 
us.

"Talking to Elaine and Dennis," I said. Then I turned to the 
older couple. "Have you met Erin and Drew?"

"Not yet," Elaine replied. After I introduced them, she grinned, 
glanced at me, then turned her attention back to Erin and Drew. 
"It's nice to meet you," she said. "Are you two together?"

"Um...," Drew said, suddenly sheepish.

"More or less," Erin said without hesitation. The look she gave 
me dared me to say something.

Instead of overreacting, I smiled benignly.

"That's so cool," Elaine said.

"What is?" I asked.

"Your girlfriend's his sister and his girlfriend's your sister. I 
don't know why, but I just think that's cool. Do either of you 
get overprotective?"

"Drew and I are cool with it," I said. "I mean, we're both pretty 
protective of our sisters, but I think we've come to an 
understanding. I'm cool to his sister, and he's cool to mine. 
Right, Drew?" I didn't put any undue emphasis on the words, but 
Drew took my meaning.

"Yeah," he said immediately. Then he looked back at Elaine. "We 
had... um... we had a talk about it."

"Oh, you did?" Kendall asked me with deceptive sweetness.

"Yep," I replied matter-of-factly.

She arched an eyebrow.

"Well, we had to work out a few... details," I said with a shrug.

"Details?"

"You know, _details_."

"Enlighten me," she said, assuming a pleasant expression.

"Well," I said, trying to hide a growing smile, "there was all 
sorts of paperwork. But the gist of it is that we traded sisters. 
Now I own you and he owns Erin." When her jaw dropped and her 
eyes bugged out, I went for the coup de grace. "I mean, I thought 
it was a fair trade. I had to give him a Pink Floyd LP, three 
bucks, and a pack of bubble gum, but at least he shared the gum 
with me."

"Bubble gum?!" Kendall fumed.

"Grape," I replied with an ill-concealed grin.

"Grape?!"

Before she could get her hands on me, I leapt to my feet. "Run 
for your life, Drew! I think she's gonna blow."

Laughing maniacally, Drew and I streaked--literally and 
figuratively--around the edge of the lake. Kendall and Erin were 
close behind, but we started to pull away from them. Behind us, I 
could hear Elaine's ringing laughter mingled with Dennis's deeper 
chuckles.

-----

After dinner, Kendall and I sat on the porch outside the 
clubhouse.

"Grape bubble gum," she mused, shaking her head.

I shrugged unapologetically.

"You really had me going," she said.

"I aim to please."

"Did you and Drew really have a talk?" she asked after a few 
moments' silence.

"More or less."

"So which was it? More? Or less?"

"More less than more," I replied evasively. "He just wanted to 
make sure I wasn't going to hurt you."

"Your... um... discussion wouldn't have anything to do with the 
_real_ reason his knees are skinned up, would it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to look innocent.

"Come on, you don't think I can't tell when my own brother is 
lying?"

"Look," I said seriously, "I'm not going to lie to you, but I'm 
not going to tell you about it either."

"Why not?"

"It's a guy thing. Drew and I worked out our... um... differences of 
opinion, and we're both cool. I mean, you saw us at lunch. Did we 
look like two guys who're ready to rumble?"

"No," she admitted.

"See? So I'm not going to tell you about it, but Drew and I are 
cool." I could tell that she wanted to ask more, but she accepted 
my answer at face value.

"You didn't know that Erin and Drew were together, did you?" she 
asked, changing the subject.

"What makes you say that?"

"The look on your face. And the look on Erin's face. She looked 
defiant, like she was daring you to say something about it."

"Erin's a big girl."

"No, she's not," Kendall said. "She's not even fourteen yet. Drew 
wouldn't force her or anything, but he's smooth."

"How do you mean?"

"He's got a reputation as a Casanova. He goes through girls 
pretty quick back home."

I nodded thoughtfully. That made sense, seeing as how he'd 
charmed virtually all the younger teenage girls.

"He's not a bad guy," she continued, "when he's not trying to 
boss women around, but, well..."

"I think I understand," I said. "I've been meaning to ask Erin 
about it, just to make sure she's not... well... you know, in over 
her head."

"You should," she agreed. "Be circumspect about it, though. You 
don't wanna seem too nosy or overprotective. That'll drive her 
the other direction. Just let her know what's up, and if she ever 
needs to talk about anything, she can come to me."

"You? Not me?"

"Me," she said firmly.

"Yeah, I guess you do understand people better than me."

She nodded succinctly, in the understatement of the year.

We spent the rest of the evening talking and simply enjoying 
ourselves. It really _was_ nice to not think about sex for a 
change. Much as I enjoyed sex with Kendall--and Gina--I 
definitely liked the quiet time as well. Kendall liked touching 
me, and I was more than happy to let her. It wasn't sexual or 
anything; she just liked my arm around her. So we sat on one of 
the couches in the clubhouse, relaxed, and talked until just 
before midnight.

-----

On Tuesday, I woke up at my usual time. Even though I liked to 
sleep in as much as any other teenager, I guess my body was used 
to waking up at a certain time. And unless I was exhausted, 
that's what it was going to do. Whether I liked it or not.

So I quietly slipped down the ladder and then headed outside with 
my workout shorts in hand. Even though I'd skipped my regular 
Monday workout, I decided to stick to my schedule and do my 
Tuesday routine.

When I was cooling down with the jump rope, Kendall walked up, 
laid her towel on the porch steps, and sat down to watch me. I 
smiled tightly and kept up my rhythm. By the time I was done, I 
was winded, but felt really good. I don't know why it was, but I 
always felt good after a hard workout (except when I worked my 
abs).

"You wanna join me for a shower?" Kendall asked when I coiled the 
rope and put it on the porch with my weights.

"Sure. Lemme get my towel."

Once in the shower, I washed Kendall's hair. Since no one was 
around, I washed the rest of her too, enjoying the feeling of her 
soap-slick skin under my hands. Unfortunately, when it was her 
turn to wash me, Elaine walked into the clubhouse. As soon as she 
saw us, she walked over to say hello.

"Morning," she said, stifling a yawn.

"Morning," Kendall and I chorused.

"Where're Dennis and the kids?" Kendall asked.

"Oh," Elaine replied, "I get up early and make coffee while Denny 
takes care of the kids. In the evenings, I take care of the kids 
while he cooks dinner."

"That sounds fair," I said.

"Mmm hmm," she said with a nod. "Especially since he's the early 
morning person and I don't really get going until I've had my 
first cup of coffee."

I nodded as Kendall reluctantly stepped out of the shower to dry 
herself. Then I lathered up the washcloth and began soaping my 
chest.

Elaine lingered for a moment before yawning again. "I'd better 
get going on that coffee," she said with a grin. "I'll see you 
guys later."

-----

"I like her," Kendall said on the way up to my cabin. "And Dennis 
is pretty cool too."

I nodded.

"Did you realize that you're built just like him?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe that's why Elaine likes you."

I shrugged.

"She does, you know."

"Huh?"

"She's kinda got the hots for you," Kendall said with a 
mischievous grin.

"What makes you think that?" I asked nervously. I guess I was 
used to the way Gina reacted to things, and I waited for Kendall 
to panic or become suspicious. I _wasn't_ prepared for her rather 
clinical appraisal.

"The way she looks at you," she said. "I dunno, I can just tell. 
I don't think she's gonna try to jump your bones or anything, but 
you're definitely her type."

"How do you _know_ all this?" I asked. "I mean, I see the same 
things you do. Right?"

"Probably," she said with a shrug. "But I think I've been paying 
attention to people a lot longer than you have. And... well... I'm a 
woman. I can just tell that she likes you."

"So because I have a penis, I can't see what you see?"

"No, it's not that at all," she said soothingly. "It's just that 
when I see her react to you, I can compare it to how _I_ react to 
you. I know this is gonna sound corny, but sometimes when I see 
you, I get weak in the knees."

I looked at her sharply and she grinned.

"And watch my eyes sometime," she continued. "When you're around, 
I pay attention to you; my eyes follow you. Elaine does that. 
She's not real obvious about it, but you'd better believe she's 
watching you."

"But what makes you think she's got the hots for me?"

"About a dozen little things, none of which I can think of right 
now," she said. "No, wait! Remember when we came back from the 
quarry and Gina and I helped out with the kids?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"When we got out of the shower, Gina and I dried Linette and Boo, 
and Elaine threw your towel to you."

I nodded.

"Do you remember that she stood real close to you?"

"Yeah," I agreed guardedly.

"People have this thing about their personal space." When I 
furrowed my brow in puzzlement, she explained. "We like to have a 
certain amount of space around us, so we know we're not going to 
bump into anyone. It's more complicated than that, but it's 
basically a buffer zone we don't like anyone to cross."

"Okay. I guess that makes sense."

"So when Elaine leaned close to you, she was not only invading 
your space, she was... um... I'd guess you'd say she was inviting you 
into _her_ space as well."

"Just because she leaned close?" I asked somewhat dubiously. "I 
get close to guys all the time on the wrestling mat, but I don't 
have the hots for any of _them_."

"That's different. With the other wrestlers, it's not _intimate_. 
When Elaine did it, it was to get closer to you, to share a sense 
of intimacy."

"Intimacy?"

"Not like you and me," she said quickly, and with a slight blush. 
"She just wanted to be... friendly, although it was more than that. 
Intimate is still the best word." She paused for a moment and 
searched for another word. Then she shrugged. "Intimate. That's 
the only word that fits. Not really like sex, but sort of an 
invitation."

"So she was inviting me to have sex with her?" I asked, trying 
not to sound as incredulous as I felt.

"No. And yes. Not overtly, at least. She was trying to be... 
intimate," she said with a shrug. "I told you, it's complicated. 
And I'm sorry I don't know how to explain it better."

"That's all right," I said. "I'm still just amazed at how much 
you pick up. I mean, I'm looking at the same things, and I don't 
see _half_ of what you do."

"Sorry," she said.

"Oh, don't be. I think it's cool. And you haven't been wrong yet. 
Well, except where you're concerned."

"Yeah, I guess I do sorta have a blind spot about myself."

"You've got a couple of blind spots," I said. "Like your parents. 
You may think they're prudes, but they're not."

She shook her head in disagreement.

"No, seriously," I pressed. "Think about it. Watch them together 
sometime. They're really affectionate, but it's all subtle 
things."

"I dunno..."

"And think about this," I said. "You like sex with me, right?"

She blushed, but nodded with a reserved smile.

"It feels good?"

"_Very_ good," she said quickly.

"And you look like your mom, don't you?"

Another nod.

"So what makes you think you're not... um... _more_ like your mom?"

"How do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean that if you like sex so much, doesn't it make sense that 
your mom would like it too?"

"No."

"Blind spot," I reprimand gently. "You've heard the expression 
'Like father, like son'?" When she nodded, I continued. "So 
doesn't it make sense to say 'Like mother, like daughter,' too?"

"I guess."

"Then work backward to the source," I said with quiet insistence. 
"If you're the way you are, chances are pretty good that you got 
it from your mother."

She was silent, but I could tell she was thinking.

"So it only makes sense that your mom probably enjoys sex as much 
as you do, right?"

"But she's so... straight."

"Maybe it's because that's what she _wants_ you to see."

"I dunno..."

"Trust me. You're not the only one who's perceptive. You may be a 
lot _more_ observant than I am, but I'm not blind."

At that, she laughed lightly. "About some things, you're not. But 
about others..." She shook her head in mock sorrow and grinned at 
me.

"But I'm not wrong about this. I don't know your parents as well 
as you do, but that may be your problem."

"You mean I've got preconceptions?"

"I guess."

"Maybe you're right," she finally conceded.

"I know I'm right," I said as I slipped my arm around her waist.

We had already reached my cabin and spread my wet towel on the 
porch rail, and at the moment, we were walking toward her camper.

"Do you wanna eat with your folks?" I asked. "Or down at the 
clubhouse?"

"Hmm?" she asked absently. "Oh, sorry. The clubhouse is fine, I 
guess."

"Uh-_huh_," I said quietly.

For a few moments, I enjoyed watching her as she thought about 
the implications of what I'd said. I was curious about her lack 
of jealousy where Elaine was concerned, and resolved to ask her 
about it, but that was a conversation for later. For the time 
being, she seemed to be actually _thinking_ about her parents' 
relationship, so I let her continue.

At her camper, she distractedly told her mother that she was 
going to eat with me in the clubhouse. When Melissa looked at me 
quizzically, I merely smiled and shrugged. Then Kendall and I 
turned and headed down the hill. She was deep in thought as we 
walked, so I simply steered her in the right direction.

-----

After breakfast, Kendall and I headed down to the lake. My 
parents walked with us and we chatted about the weather. It 
looked to be another hot day, with hardly a cloud in the sky. 
Once we reached the shore, Mom and Dad settled into lounge 
chairs.

Kendall didn't feel like lying out just yet, and neither did I, 
so we waded into the cool water. As we swam across the lake at a 
leisurely pace, I caught up with her and we swam abreast for a 
few moments. Once my feet could reach the sandy bottom, I stopped 
and pulled her into my arms.

"Hello, stranger," she said as she wrapped her legs around my 
waist.

My shrunken penis seemed to revel in the warmth between her legs, 
but as far as anyone on the shore could tell, we were simply 
embracing. I enjoyed having her close to me, and her floating 
breasts with their cold-hardened nipples looked delicious. She 
followed my glance and then grinned.

"I've been thinking about what you said," she said.

"Oh?"

"About my parents." Then she shrugged. "I know they probably have 
sex, but... I just can't see them as anything but my parents. Trust 
me, they _are_ straitlaced."

"I guess."

"And they'd go through the roof if they knew we were having sex."

"You may be right about that," I granted.

"I'm just glad we've been able to hide it from them."

I chuckled.

"What?"

"I was just thinking," I said. "Every time I think I've gotten 
away with something, I come to find out that my parents knew what 
was going on all along."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that my parents are pretty smart, and I probably don't 
get away with _half_ the things I think I do."

"And?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if your parents were the same way."

"No way," she said with finality. "If they knew we were having 
sex, my mom would flip."

Before I could reply, we heard a shout from the shore.

"Kenda'!" (Boo couldn't pronounce Kendall's name very well.)

Back at the steps leading into the lake, the Raeford family waved 
to us. Boo jumped up and down as Kendall and I waved in reply. 
Kendall unwrapped her long legs from around my waist, kissed me 
quickly on the cheek, then turned to swim toward the family. With 
a grin, I followed, easily keeping pace with her.

"Hi again," Elaine said as we waded up the steps. "Mr. Barry Boo 
wanted 'Kenda' to swim with him across the lake," she said almost 
apologetically.

"Would you like that?" Kendall asked the excited toddler.

"Yep," he said, dragging the Styrofoam ring toward her. "Let's 
go."

Dennis grinned at me as he slipped the orange water wings over 
Linette's arms and then followed her as she splashed into the 
cold water. He hissed as he waded deeper, then finally plunged in 
after her. Once Kendall had Boo situated in his ring, she blew me 
a kiss and began swimming backward with him.

"It looks like Barry really likes Kendall," I commented.

"I think it runs in the family," Elaine replied with a smile.

I turned and raised my eyebrows in surprise.

"Kendall... reminds Dennis of someone."

I found myself at a loss for words.

"Oh, don't worry," Elaine said, laughing softly. "He's not going 
to try to steal your girlfriend."

"I wasn't worried," I said somewhat diffidently.

"I bet you weren't," she said appraisingly. Then she grinned. 
"C'mon. Since the kids have got both my husband and your 
girlfriend, you'll have to settle for me." Then she blinked 
artfully. "You _do_ want to, don't you?"

"Want to what?" I asked cautiously.

"Bring your towels around and hang out with us, of course," she 
said with a smile.

Was it a suggestive smile? Did she really want to have sex with 
me? Had Kendall been right? Again?

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Um... no, sorry," I said, blushing. "Sure, we'd love to hang out 
with y'all."

Her eyes glittered as I turned to fetch our towels. As I walked 
toward Mom and Dad, I had the eerie feeling that Elaine was 
watching me.

"Okay, honey," Mom said when I told her I was going to the other 
side of the lake. "Have fun."

I picked up Elaine's large bag on the way by and we walked around 
the lake in silence. On my part, the silence was a little 
nervous. I got the feeling that her silence was mischievous. I 
know her grin certainly was.

-----

"So what's the deal with you and Gina?" Elaine asked a little 
later.

Dennis and Kendall were still in the lake, playing with the 
children. I'd been watching Dennis, and while he wasn't overt 
about it, he sure did like looking at Kendall. _I_ liked looking 
at her too, but that wasn't the point.

The big thing that redeemed him, I realized, was that when he 
talked to Kendall, he actually made eye contact with her. And he 
talked to her like an adult. I think that did more for Kendall 
than anything else he could've done. So I guess in her mind, if 
he liked looking at her body, that was probably all right, as 
long as he treated her like a person.

"You mean Kendall, right?" I asked, turning away from the lake.

"No. What's up with you and Gina?"

"I don't know what you mean," I hedged.

"Right," she said with mocking skepticism. "I saw you guys 
together, remember?"

"Saw us together?" I asked, my mouth suddenly dry. What had she 
seen? Had she seen us having sex? Would she tell Kendall's 
parents? Would she...? With a silent laugh, I realized that Kendall 
didn't have a monopoly on panic.

"When you got back from that hike," she said. "You know, 
Saturday? We were all in the shower together?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, hoping my relief wasn't obvious.

"So what's up with you two? Actually, what's up with you three?"

"I still don't know what you mean," I said, playing dumb.

"Yes you do."

I swallowed hard.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me," she said with a shrug. 
"I was just curious how a guy your age manages two girls at once. 
But if you don't want to tell me, that's cool. I just thought 
you'd have to be pretty mature to do it and keep both girls 
happy."

I looked at her levelly, trying to decide if she were teasing me 
or being serious.

"Sorry, I was just curious. Really. You're sixteen, right?"

"Yeah."

"And Gina's sixteen too?"

I nodded.

"Kendall's seventeen?"

Another nod.

"Now that I've gotten to know you guys a little better, I can 
understand why she likes you. And she's pretty mature for 
seventeen. But I don't think you'll meet many girls her age 
who'll share their boyfriend with another girl."

"Not likely," I said.

"So I was curious," she continued. "I guess I wanted to know the 
secret behind the guy who can keep two women happy. There are a 
lot of older guys who aren't mature enough to pull that off. But 
really, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"Sorry," I said. "It's not you. It's just that... well... I don't 
talk about it much."

She nodded in understanding. "Another point in your favor," she 
added.

"Thanks," I said, blushing.

"Are they both your girlfriends?" she asked. "Or do you and 
Kendall just let Gina join you?"

"It's not like that," I said quickly.

"Uh-huh," she replied suspiciously. "Listen, I'm not going to 
tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about. I just thought 
it was really cool that you're mature enough to handle two women 
at once. You seem like a really nice guy, not cocky or anything, 
so I figured you must have _something_ going on. You and Kendall 
seem really serious about each other, and that's cool. As I said, 
not many guys your age pay attention to women the way you do. And 
it's kinda nice to meet a guy who actually treats us with 
respect."

I nodded in thanks.

"So don't worry about it," she said. "Forget I asked. I 
understand why you don't wanna talk about it, and that's cool."

We were silent for a few minutes, and I studied her. She appeared 
genuinely curious. And in spite of the fact that I had a growing 
suspicion Kendall had been right about Elaine's attraction to me, 
I didn't see any harm in telling her a little about us.

"This is just between us, right?" I asked.

"Definitely," she said without hesitation. "Although...," she added 
more thoughtfully. "I'll probably tell Dennis a little about it, 
since he was curious too. And don't tell me anything that Kendall 
wouldn't want you to tell."

"I probably shouldn't tell you _anything_ about it," I said, 
reconsidering.

"But I'm _dying_ to know," she said with a grin. "You've really 
got my curiosity piqued."

"Yeah, but it's not just me we're talking about. It's Kendall and 
Gina too."

"I understand."

"You really wanna know?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do. As I said, Dennis was curious too. So... yeah."

"Okay," I said. "Lemme talk to Kendall."

When I waded out into the lake, Kendall looked up and smiled. As 
I drew near, Elaine called to Dennis and the kids.

"What's up?" Kendall asked as I took her hand and pulled her 
toward the deep end.

"You're not gonna believe it," I said. When a look of worry 
crossed her face, I quickly explained. "It's nothing bad, just... 
weird. Well, not really weird, but... well... it's something we need 
to talk about."

"What is it?"

I quickly paraphrased my conversation with Elaine. Kendall 
listened intently and didn't ask any questions. When I was done, 
she grinned.

"See? I told you she has the hots for you."

I rolled my eyes. "But she was asking about _our_ relationship," 
I said insistently. "She was really curious."

"Sweetie, she saw us Saturday morning in the shower. When we... you 
know."

I nodded.

"Then she saw us after we got back from the quarry, when Gina was 
with us. Besides, she told you herself that she'd pretty much 
figured out there was something going on with the three of us."

I nodded again.

"She and Dennis seem really cool, too."

"Do you trust them?"

"Yeah," she said. "I do."

"You don't think they'd tell your parents?"

To my surprise, she laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Us. You're worried about who might tell my parents and I'm the 
one calming you down. Talk about role reversal."

I grinned sheepishly.

"Now that I know them better," she said, shaking her head, "I 
don't think there's any way they'd want to get us in trouble."

"You're sure? I just..."

"I know," she said, kissing me tenderly. "You're protective."

"So you think we should tell her?"

"Do you want to?" she asked.

"Well..."

"You do," she accused playfully. "You can't wait to tell her 
about how two girls--"

"Two gorgeous girls," I interjected.

"--two _gorgeous_ girls are completely head over heels for you."

The way I blushed, I'm sure I didn't need to open my mouth in 
reply.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"You don't mind?" I asked.

"Well, I don't think we need to make a habit of it, but Elaine 
and Dennis seem cool enough."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," she said cheerfully. "It'll be fun." Then she turned 
coquettish. "Besides, I kinda like to show off too. After all," 
she added with a wry grin, "I've got a gorgeous _guy_ who's head 
over heels for _me_."

Smug expression or not, I couldn't resist the temptation to kiss 
her. When I pulled back, she pressed her forehead to mine and 
grinned.

"And if this is the reaction I get," she whispered, "I think we 
should tell even _more_ people."

"Let's not get carried away too soon," I said with a laugh as we 
turned toward the shallow end once more.

When we got back to Elaine and Dennis, their kids were playing 
with two other children. The parents, Lon and Betty (Elaine 
introduced us), were sitting about thirty feet away, watching all 
four children.

As we sat down on our towels, Elaine looked up hopefully. She and 
Kendall seemed to have a silent conversation and then the older 
woman laughed nervously.

"You're sure you're only seventeen?" she asked Kendall.

"I'm sure."

"Some of the women I work with aren't as mature as you."

"Thanks," Kendall said with a shy grin.

"So what's it like?" Elaine asked without preamble. "Sharing him, 
I mean."

Kendall grinned and turned to me, so I quickly explained about 
Gina. I didn't go into any sexual details, but I told Elaine that 
Gina and I had been together since the year before. I then 
explained about meeting Kendall, and how we'd gotten to know each 
other after Gina had left for the summer.

"So Gina was your girlfriend first?" Elaine asked.

Kendall nodded.

"Really? I wouldn't've imagined that. You two," she said, nodding 
to Kendall and me, "seem made for each other."

"Gina got him first," Kendall said with a shrug.

"So how did the three of you get together?"

When Kendall once again deferred to me, I explained. As with 
before, I didn't go into any sexual details, and I certainly 
didn't tell her about my parents' swinging, but I basically told 
her how Gina and I had talked about it, then how I had talked to 
Kendall.

"So _Gina_ wanted Kendall to join you?" Elaine asked in 
disbelief.

Kendall and I nodded at the same time.

"So how's that work?" Elaine asked.

Kendall and I looked at each other and she blushed. Then to my 
surprise, she explained that she and Gina had "come to an 
agreement" about me. And while Kendall didn't come right out and 
say that Gina liked girls, I'm pretty sure Elaine understood.

When Kendall asked why they were so curious, Elaine told us about 
a movie she and Dennis had seen when they were first dating. It 
was called _Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice_. Neither Kendall nor I had 
any idea what the movie was about, so Elaine described the plot. 
It was about wife swapping, more or less.

According to her, the movie was overrated and a little boring, 
but they'd been curious about the lifestyle ever since. We were 
the first couple they'd ever met who actually had a similar 
relationship. Elaine explained that Kendall even looked like one 
of the movie's stars, Natalie Wood (which went a long way toward 
explaining Dennis's attraction).

As midmorning progressed to late morning, and we all grew even 
more comfortable with one another, the conversation gradually 
became more sexual. Dennis and I shared a grin as the women 
talked. Neither of us felt the need to interrupt them. They made 
sure to keep their voices low so they wouldn't be overheard, but 
their conversation was animated and far more candid than I 
imagined possible. They didn't talk about specific details, but 
that seemed to be the only thing that was off limits.

By the time lunchtime arrived, I was half hard and so was Dennis. 
Even the women seemed excited. Then Elaine turned to me and her 
eyes twinkled.

"Have you ever had a threesome with two men and a woman?" she 
asked.

I shook my head.

"Oh," she said, a little disappointedly. Then she shook her head 
in wonder. "You realize you're living every man's fantasy?"

Dennis nodded with a sly grin.

"Yeah," I said. "I guess I am." Then I reached for Kendall's 
hand. "But I'll tell you the truth. It's a lot of work keeping up 
with two women."

At that, Dennis actually laughed out loud.

"Hard work, indeed," Elaine said with a grin of her own. Then she 
looked up as Linette walked over to us.

"Mommy, I'm hungry," the blonde girl said.

"Okay, honey, we'll go get some lunch." Then she looked at 
Kendall and me. "Hey," she asked suddenly, "would you guys like 
to have lunch with us? We'd love for you to join us."

When I looked at Kendall, she nodded.

"Sure," I said. "We'd love to."

-----

Conversation at lunch wasn't as explicit as before, since Linette 
and Barry were at the table, but the sexual tension was almost 
palpable. On the way up the hill, Kendall had given me "the 
look," and Dennis seemed to be getting a similar version of it 
from Elaine.

At that point, I began to worry about where things were headed. 
Elaine and Dennis were obviously interested in swinging, or at 
least a little experimentation. But I wasn't sure how much was 
safe to tell them. I mentally resolved to talk to Susan about it 
and get her opinion.

As we finished lunch, Kendall offered to help Elaine put Linette 
and Boo down for their naps. So Dennis and I cleaned up the 
dishes from our meal while the women headed to the Raeford's 
room.

"Thanks for talking to Elaine," Dennis said as we walked up the 
hill to the second motel-style building. "She's been excited 
about this since she met y'all."

I nodded.

"I thought she was crazy. When she told me you were sixteen, I 
thought she was gonna get us thrown out of the camp. Worse, when 
she told me Kendall's father was a cop, I just knew we were gonna 
get arrested. But you're pretty cool."

"Thanks," I said.

"Not like any sixteen-year-old _I've_ ever met. You're just like 
us, only..."

"Only?"

"Only younger. And you're a helluva lot luckier than _I_ was when 
I was your age," he said with a chuckle.

"I guess."

"Yeah," he said. "I figured you'd be arrogant about it. But now 
that I know you a little better, I can understand why a woman 
like Kendall is with you." Then he paused and grinned at me. 
"You're one lucky guy."

"Um... thanks."

When we reached his room, he turned and shook my hand. Then we 
looked up as Elaine came outside.

"Linette wants daddy to tuck her in," she said.

He nodded to me and then turned toward the door.

"Kendall's still inside with Boo. He wanted her to tuck him in," 
Elaine said.

"Ah."

"Thanks for talking with us."

"You're welcome, I guess."

"You lead a pretty exciting life," she said.

"Not really," I replied with a shrug. "I mean, I guess you're 
right, I do, but it seems pretty normal to me."

"Ha! You've got two women taking care of you. I wish I had two 
guys to take care of me."

I felt my face heating.

"I'd better get back inside," she said with a grin, "I've got an 
itch I want Dennis to scratch."

"Oh? You can tell me where it is," I said. "I could scratch it 
for you." _She didn't mean... She couldn't have... Did I just say 
what I think I did? What was I _thinking_?!_

"I bet you could," she said with a thoughtful glance. "Several 
times," she added, sotto voce.

"I... um... I mean... uh," I stammered. I must have turned six shades 
of red.

"That's okay," she said. "I know what you meant."

Just then, Kendall came out of the room and let the screen door 
shut softly behind her.

"The kids are asleep," she said to Elaine.

"Thanks for your help, Kendall," Elaine said graciously. Then she 
turned to me with a twinkle in her eye. "Now, I'm going to go see 
about that itch."

With that, she smiled, said goodbye, and turned to go. As their 
room's interior door began to close, she was already dropping to 
her knees in front of Dennis. Kendall, who was looking over her 
shoulder, turned to me and smiled seductively. My embarrassment 
forgotten, I felt my dick twitch as I pulled her into my arms.

"She certainly had the right idea," I said softly.

"Do you think so?" Kendall asked coyly.

"Mmm hmm. I definitely think so." As I pulled her hips against 
me, my manhood swelled further.

"I think you do. Would you like to go somewhere a little more 
private?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Let's be naughty," she said with a mischievous grin.

I arched an eyebrow.

"I saw my parents walking back down to the lake. The Winnie 
should be... um... available."

"Are you sure?"

"Mmm hmm. My parents shouldn't be back for a while. Besides," she 
said, swinging her hips suggestively, "I've always wondered what 
it would be like to do it in the Winnie."

I think we made it there in record time. As soon as the outer 
door was shut, I pulled her into my arms. We kissed with growing 
passion for a few minutes and then I grinned and gently pushed 
her to her knees.

As she tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled up at me, I 
grasped my erection. Instead of letting her suck it, I rubbed it 
along her face. She closed her eyes and inhaled my scent, smiling 
as she did. As I slowly stroked my length, she kissed my balls 
and then began running her lips up my shaft. I relinquished my 
grip as she took over, holding me so she could kiss the underside 
ridge.

When she reached the tip, she opened her eyes and look up at me 
with a smile. Then she kissed the glans and trailed her lips down 
the side. When she reached my pubic hair, she pressed her face 
against me and nuzzled the base of my cock. Her fingers wrapped 
around my shaft and she stroked softly, sending shivers through 
my body.

As she inhaled, she tilted her head, kissed my balls again, then 
shifted my stiffness to the other side of her face. Once again, 
she nuzzled the base of my cock and then started kissing along 
the side, working her way back toward the crown. I reached down 
and ran my fingers through her hair as she swirled her tongue 
around the sensitive glans.

With a fascinated expression, she gripped my shaft and squeezed 
gently, stroking me several times. When my cock rewarded her with 
a drop of pre-come, she softly laughed in delight and then licked 
it up. Then she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked 
gently, her eyes closed in concentration.

I held the back of her head as she lovingly tongued the sensitive 
spot on the underside of my glans. When she withdrew the head 
from her mouth, she smiled up at me, her eyes twinkling.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm."

"It's different with you and Gina," I said as she rubbed her face 
along my length.

"Gina likes the reward," she said as she bumped her chin against 
my balls and then kissed them. "I like the act."

"Exactly," I hissed as she sucked one of my dangling testicles 
into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue.

With the hand still wrapped around my shaft, she stroked gently 
as she tongued and sucked my balls, moaning softly as she did. 
Then she planted open-mouthed kisses along the underside of my 
length as she moved toward the tip.

"God, I like watching you do that," I breathed.

"Mmmmm, I like doing it."

"I'm... ah... glad," I said, my muscles going taut as she tongued the 
underside of my head.

"I bet you are," she said, giving my glans a wet kiss while 
gazing up at me.

Then she opened her mouth and swallowed the first few inches. I 
could feel her breath on the top of my shaft as she exhaled. 
While I luxuriated in the warm wetness of her mouth, I ran both 
hands through her hair. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. 
She seemed to be enjoying herself as much as I was, and I smiled 
to myself at the thought.

When Kendall pulled her lips back, she sucked the tip of my cock 
and then turned it into a kiss. Then she brought her left hand up 
and cupped my balls. Her fingers tickled my prostate as she 
stroked me with her right hand.

"I _love_ watching that," she said in delight as another drop of 
pre-come oozed out.

Then she licked it up, her eyes aglow. I brushed her hair back 
from her forehead and smiled as she gazed fondly at my cock. She 
was right, Gina enjoyed it when I came, while Kendall simply 
enjoyed sucking me. Oh, Gina certainly liked sucking me, and it 
was obvious, but I sometimes got the feeling that she couldn't 
wait for me to fill her mouth with come. Kendall, on the other 
hand, made love to my cock because it pleased both of us.

As she engulfed me again, I shook my head to clear my thoughts 
and concentrated on the beautiful girl--woman, I corrected 
myself--kneeling before me. She lifted her chin as she slowly 
swallowed the first several inches of my length, running her 
tongue along the underside and making me hiss in pleasure. Then 
she wrapped her lips around me and suffused my cock with the 
warmth of her mouth. I groaned softly and threw my head back.

With my hands still on her head, she began sucking me in earnest, 
slowly bobbing back and forth, running her lips along my length 
and making me squirm. Her left hand fondled my balls, rolling 
them around and pressing gently. The feeling, coupled with her 
velvety lips and tongue, was exquisite.

When I looked down again, her eyes were smiling as they met mine. 
She held eye contact as she bobbed slowly before me, opening her 
mouth to swallow more of me and then languidly dragging her lips 
over my saliva-slick length as she pulled back. With her right 
hand, she slowly squeezed and stroked, alternating between the 
two and creating a sublimely pleasurable rhythm.

Her cheeks caved in slightly as she sucked me, and I ran the 
backs of my fingers along the satiny skin of her face. Her lips 
whitened with the slight pressure as she reached the crown of my 
cock and tightened her mouth into an oval.

As I gazed down at her, I marveled at the contrast between her 
bronzed skin, dark hair, and glittering blue eyes. It was 
incredibly arousing.

"I never realized how long your eyelashes are," I said softly.

She kissed the tip of my glistening shaft and smiled.

"You're so beautiful," I breathed, cupping her head and running 
my thumbs along her temples.

Instead of answering me, she swished her tongue around my glans 
and then sucked gently.

"I love you."

"I love you too," she said before closing her eyes and rubbing my 
slippery cock over her face. "I love the way you feel." Then she 
inhaled deeply. "I love the way you smell." With an open-mouthed 
kiss on the underside of my shaft, she said, "And I love the way 
you taste."

In reply, I could only groan as she dragged her tongue along the 
underside ridge and then flicked it against the tip of my glans. 
When she engulfed me again, I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed 
the sensations.

She bobbed back and forth for several delicious minutes, stroking 
me with her right hand and tickling my balls with her left. Every 
once in a while, she would take my shaft out of her mouth and 
lick along its length, kissing and breathing in my scent as she 
did. I gently ran my fingers through her soft hair and brushed 
her face, voicing my pleasure with soft groans.

My hips began rocking slowly as she increased her pace. As her 
lips dragged over my length and her tongue teased me, I groaned 
again. With each stroke, she would tilt her head back slightly 
and press her hot tongue against me as my shaft withdrew. Then 
she would open her lips again and my cock would glide back into 
the furnace of her mouth. For several long minutes, we continued, 
neither of us making any more noise than soft moans.

Finally, I felt the first twinges of my building orgasm. She must 
have sensed a change in my intensity, because her motions became 
more focused. Her hand worked the base of my shaft while her lips 
worked the tip, and I groaned as the pressure within me mounted. 
As my balls reached their boiling point and my back and buttocks 
clenched, I cried out softly. Time seemed to stand still. 
Finally...

_Snick-click._

My eyes flew open at the sound. As I stared at the ceiling of the 
camper, a slice of light speared out and then slowly widened. 
Sunlight began to pour into the dim interior of the room.

_Creak._

Intense pleasure blossomed in my groin and I could almost feel 
the semen gushing through my shaft.

_Click-clack._

My head came down slowly as the sunlight filled the room with an 
ever-brightening glow. To my horror, I watched the camper door 
open completely. Then the room darkened as a shape blocked out 
some of the light. The interior of the vehicle hadn't been all 
that dark, but my pupils contracted at the sudden influx of 
sunlight and I couldn't tell who was at the door.

As I looked down in shock, Kendall was just turning her head 
toward the interloper. My cock twitched, and a torrent of white 
liquid gushed from the tip, striking Kendall in the cheek. Torn 
between two impulses, she turned back toward me and the next 
spurt splashed across her forehead, cheek, and eye.

The room darkened further as the figure in the doorway started up 
the steps, but my cock was on autopilot. The next geyser of semen 
also struck Kendall's face. As my eyes adjusted, too slowly, I 
felt another spurt fly from my shaft. In horror, I looked down 
again to see a final weak spurt scatter drops of my jism over 
Kendall's breasts and neck. I looked back toward the figure in 
the doorway and froze.

"Oh, my goodness," Melissa said in astonishment.

I looked back to Kendall, my thoughts awhirl. Her face, neck, and 
breasts glistened with my pearly semen, and there was no possible 
way to mistake what it was. Worse, my cock was pulsing gently as 
the last few drops oozed from the tip. Kendall had barely begun 
to react, and it was clear that she was in complete shock.

"Oh, my goodness," Melissa said again as she stepped fully into 
the camper and closed the door.

Without saying another word, she took two steps toward the 
kitchenette. I looked down at Kendall, but she was watching her 
mother. In a moment, Melissa returned with a dishtowel and knelt 
next to her daughter.

"Your father will be here any minute," Melissa said anxiously.

To my utter surprise, she began gently wiping her daughter's 
face, cleaning my come from her skin.

"I know it stings, dear," Melissa said as she cleaned semen from 
Kendall's eye. "There now," she soothed, "look up... let me get 
that last bit... there."

I watched in amazement as Melissa carefully cleaned Kendall's 
chest. Without hesitation, she folded the towel and wiped her 
daughter's breasts, removing the dribbles and drops of stray 
fluid.

Kendall was still in a state of shock, and she wordlessly watched 
her mother as the older woman feverishly worked. I almost jumped 
out of my skin when Melissa grabbed my hard-on and gently wiped 
the sperm-coated tip. Not only did she clean me off, she squeezed 
my shaft and milked me so she could wipe away the final dribble 
of come.

"Oh, dear," she said as she turned back to Kendall, "it's in your 
hair too."

Then she carefully smoothed Kendall's dark hair, trying to wipe 
up the glistening droplets without smearing them. Finally, she 
examined her daughter, looking for any telltale signs of semen 
she'd missed. As she stood, she looked sharply at me.

"Adam will be here any minute," she said flatly.

I felt my world begin to crash down around me. What was she going 
to tell him? What would he do to me? Would I be arrested? What 
would he do to Kendall? If he hurt her, could I...? Could I what? 
Could I stop him? Could I beat him up? _He's not Drew, that's for 
sure,_ I thought morosely. _Adam would kick my ass from here to 
Atlanta._

"When he gets here...," Melissa began. Then she looked at Kendall. 
"Stand up, dear."

Mute and still in shock, Kendall immediately stood. Then she 
glanced at me nervously.

"When he gets here," Melissa repeated, "act normal." Then she 
looked at me and pointed to my shrinking erection. Despite the 
circumstances, I was still half hard. "Make sure you hide 
yourself," she said. Then she looked critically at her daughter. 
"Oh, dear," she said, "your eye's still red. I know it stings, 
and it'll be red for a while, but you'll be fine."

Kendall looked back at me and blinked. Her right eye _was_ red 
and irritated from when my semen had caught her. Before we could 
do anything else, however, the camper door began to open. Melissa 
stepped in front of me, her hip bumping my dick. She nonchalantly 
dropped the come-stained dishtowel to the floor and deftly kicked 
it into the corner.

"I was wondering where you kids had gone off to," Adam said as he 
climbed the steps.

"Oh, they just came back up here to get Kendall's towel," Melissa 
said when it became clear that Kendall wasn't going to open her 
mouth. "You kids run along now," she said to us.

When Kendall didn't move, I gently shoved her from behind. Adam 
stepped out of the way as Kendall lurched forward. My dick rubbed 
along Melissa's ass as I turned and stepped past her. Then I 
half-turned my body away from Adam so he wouldn't see my 
tumescent member.

Kendall fairly stumbled down the steps and I followed her, my 
semi-stiff dick swaying side-to-side. Treacherous organ! You'd 
think that it would at least have the decency to go along with 
the plan and get completely soft.

"What about the towel?" Adam asked as the camper door closed 
behind us.

I followed as Kendall stumbled toward the back of the camper in a 
daze. She leaned heavily on the corner of the big vehicle and I 
rushed to catch her before she fell.

"Oh, fuck," she said softly. "We're dead."

"Kendall," I urged quietly, "let's go. We need to get out of 
here."

Unfortunately, she was too addled to move. From inside, we heard 
Adam and Melissa walking toward the back of the camper. The 
window above us was open, so we could clearly hear their voices.

"What's going on, Mel?" Adam asked. Then he mumbled something 
unintelligible. It sounded like Melissa had kissed him. "What's 
gotten into you?" he asked with a low chuckle.

When we heard a soft thud, Kendall looked up sharply.

"Mel," Adam asked, "what's going...? Oh... mmm... yeah."

"You like that?" Melissa asked quietly.

"Oh, yeah," Adam said. "That feels nice."

Kendall turned to look at me, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Oh, yeah, suck me," Adam said from inside.

For a few minutes, Kendall and I stood frozen in place. If we 
moved, we might get caught. We were literally right under the 
back window, and if we could hear her parents, they could hear 
us. Inside, Adam groaned faintly as Melissa undoubtedly sucked 
his dick. For a few minutes, all we heard were his low groans.

"What's gotten into you?" Adam asked with a self-indulgent 
chuckle.

"I was in the mood."

"Oh? Well, don't let me stop you... Mmrmph," he mumbled as she 
kissed him again. "How do you want it?"

"From behind," she said.

"Wow, you're so wet," he said in mild shock.

"Put it in," she begged quietly.

I reached around to cup Kendall's breast and then leaned close.

"See?" I whispered in her ear.

"Shhhh," she breathed.

>From inside, we heard soft slapping noises as he thrust into her. 
Neither of them made any further sound, and the camper didn't 
rock (it had big stabilizing jacks), but Kendall and I could tell 
what was going on from the sounds alone.

I maneuvered my resurgent erection until it bumped against the 
crack of Kendall's ass. Silently, I reached around her and cupped 
her other breast, hefting their weight and gently pinching her 
nipples. Then I began rocking my hips back and forth, rubbing my 
erection along her still-slippery channel.

>From inside, we heard Adam groan softly.

"Come on my face," Melissa said almost inaudibly.

Then we heard another soft thump.

Kendall turned and looked at me in shocked surprise.

Adam groaned and then suddenly grew quiet.

"Oh, yes," Melissa hissed.

Once again, Adam made a low, strangled cry.

"Oh, yes, come on my face."

Then both of them cried out softly.

"Let's go," I whispered in Kendall's ear, "while they're 
distracted."

"Your cabin," she breathed.

We crept away from the camper, making sure to stay out of sight 
of the back window. Once we were safely away, we practically ran 
toward my cabin. The whole time, my erection never flagged. I was 
afraid someone would see us, but I was more afraid that my cabin 
would be occupied.

Fortunately, we raced up the stairs to find the cabin deserted. 
Without waiting for me, Kendall retrieved a rubber from its 
hiding place in my dresser drawer. In a flash, she darted up the 
ladder to my bunk. My erection bobbed as I followed her.

In a tangle of limbs, I finally maneuvered between her legs. She 
frantically tore open the foil packet with her teeth and then 
handed the slippery latex ring to me. I slid it over my glans and 
then rolled it down my shaft. As Kendall lay back on the bed, she 
practically pulled my cock toward her. With a deep groan, I sank 
into her vise-like pussy in one lunge.

In a frenzy, I pumped into her. She lifted her hips to meet me, 
mewling softly as she pulled my head down and kissed me 
passionately. With each thrust, she moaned softly and urged me to 
go faster. My cock jackhammered into her and she arched her back, 
lifting her pelvis so I could plunge deeper.

With a nearly silent groan, she buried her face in the hollow of 
my neck and I felt her climax. Her pussy clutched at me, but I 
battered through and spread her with my girth. In another half-
dozen strokes, I felt my own orgasm welling up. With a final, 
powerful lunge, I buried myself as deeply as I could and filled 
the rubber with semen.

When I finally regained my senses, she was holding me to her 
breast, breathing heavily, her legs along my sides. Her pussy 
spasmed and she cried out softly, tensing up as the aftershock 
washed over her. I kissed her ear and nuzzled her soft hair, 
simply holding her close.

Aftershocks from her orgasm caused her to shudder several times 
in the next few minutes, and I could feel the contractions 
transmitted through my slowly softening dick. Her belly heaved 
and she clenched her jaw, her eyes rolling back as pleasure 
overwhelmed her senses.

Finally, she relaxed and gazed into my eyes.

"Wow," she said quietly.

"Yeah."

"Did you hear my mom? Asking my dad to come on her face?" she 
asked in amazement. Then her face fell. "She's gonna kill me."

"She is _not_," I argued softly.

"She is too. You don't know her."

"No," I said, standing my ground. "_You_ don't know her. She may 
be reserved, but she's not a prude. I mean, come _on_, your 
family comes to a nudist camp. How straitlaced could she be if 
she's willing to come _here?_"

"We're dead," she insisted. "She's gonna flip, and she's gonna 
tell my dad, and then..." At that point, she started crying. "I'm 
never gonna see you again," she moaned disconsolately. "I'm so 
dead. She's gonna kill me."

"No, she's not," I soothed. "Shhhhh."

Despite all my comforting and assertions to the contrary, Kendall 
was convinced that her mother was going to freak out. I was 
worried about it too, but I figured that if she were going to go 
through the roof, she would have already done it.

By the time I got Kendall calmed down, she'd turned morose. She 
was convinced that her life, as she knew it, was over. She was 
convinced that her parents wouldn't let her go to college, would 
lock her in her room, and would basically take away any hope she 
had of leading a normal life.

"Does your house have a basement?" I asked.

She looked at me in confusion, but nodded, sniffling.

"Is it dark and damp?"

"No."

"Is it made of stone?"

She shook her head.

"No iron bars?"

"No," she said glumly.

"No torture devices? No chains?"

"No, why?"

"Well, at least you won't be locked up in a dungeon, 'cause it 
sounds like you don't have one."

"I'm serious," she said.

"I am too," I said earnestly. "Look, I said we'd deal with this 
if... when it came up. Your mom knows we're having sex. So what? 
What can she do?"

Kendall was unconvinced. She was positive that her life was over. 
I finally coaxed her to come down from the top bunk and we took a 
shower together. As we walked back to the road, she hung her head 
and took shuffling steps, as if walking to the gallows.

I don't know if it was a good sign or a bad one when we met her 
parents coming down from their camper. Adam was whistling 
merrily, but Kendall looked at him like he was her executioner.

"Hey, kids," he boomed. "What's shakin'?" When he saw Kendall's 
miserable expression, he grew concerned. "What's the matter, baby 
doll?" He asked. "Is Paul not treatin' you right?"

She looked up, prepared for the worst.

"C'mon," he said jovially as he draped his arm over her and 
hugged her tight. "I'll make it all right. You're still daddy's 
little girl." With that, he turned down the road and started 
walking.

With his arm around her, Kendall had little choice but to go with 
him. When she turned around and looked at me, she was clearly 
confused.

"You gotta take care of my little girl," Adam said to me, 
glancing over his shoulder. "She deserves the best." Then he 
kissed the top of Kendall's head and started whistling again.

Melissa fell in next to me as we walked.

As she slowed her pace and we fell back from her husband and 
daughter, I looked at her sidelong, afraid to speak.

"You take care of her," she said, looking straight ahead. "You do 
that, and we'll get along just fine."

"Yes, ma'am."

"His little girl isn't so little anymore," she said, nodding 
toward her husband and daughter. They were far enough ahead of us 
that they wouldn't overhear our conversation, especially with 
Adam whistling.

I shook my head.

"And what he doesn't know, won't hurt him," she added.

I nodded.

"I don't know what was going on with you, Gina, and Kendall...," 
she said softly.

I started to stammer a reply, but she waved her hand 
dismissively.

"To tell you the truth, I don't _want_ to know. But whatever it 
was, Kendall is happy and she has friends." Then she looked at me 
and smiled sadly. "No one should be as lonely as she was."

"No."

"So," she said, her sad smile turning warm, "you take care of 
her, you hear. You're a nice young man. Her father and I like 
you."

"Um... thanks."

"But next time," she said with a pained expression, "be more 
careful."

"I'll try."

"See that you do."

With that, she looped her arm through mine as we followed Adam 
and Kendall down to the lake.

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