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The Trailer Park The Road Trip

   Wizard

   [Author's Note: If you're looking for porn with a blowjob on every other
page, boy, did you come to the wrong place.]

   [This is a work of fiction that includes descriptions of sexual
situations between minors.  If you have not achieved the age of majority in
your community or sexual explicit material is illegal there, please exit at
once.  (Please imagine recent lectures on civic obedience, civic
responsibility and/or moral correctness and insert here.)]

   [Special thanks to Russell Hoisington for taking my ramblings and
mis-spellings and helping to create a (somewhat) coherent story.  His many
long hours toiling over a hot word processor correcting spellin, grammar
and punctuation are much appreciated.]

   [Final note: The Trailer Park started life as a short story and this is
book five of what I THINK will be a seven book series.  If you haven't read
the first four books, I strongly recommend that you do before reading this,
as I don't do much recapping.]

   Part Two Chapter 8

   I woke a couple hours later.  The only sound in the tent was Darlene's
soft breathing as she cuddled close, but still I felt a presence.

   "You look beautiful tonight, Zo," I softly greeted her, her image
waltzing through my mind.  I wondered what she thought of all this.  The
road trip.  A different girl every night.  "I miss you."

   I've never be certain of the afterlife, but I hoped their was a heaven
for Zoe's sake.  "G'night." I lay my head back on the pillow and closed my
eyes.

   * * *

   I woke when Darlene kneed me in the stomach.

   "Sorry," she said as she continued to wiggle her way out of the sleeping
bag.

   "Wouldn't it be easier to unzip?"

   "Zipper's behind you." I realized she was right.

   "I'll come with you," I said.

   "I don't need an escort to the bathroom," she said as she stepped into
her shorts and pulled them up.

   I slid out of the sleeping bag and found my own shorts.  "You're not the
only one with a bladder you know."

   Darlene giggled and nodded.  We walked to the restroom building and went
to our separate sides.  I could have gone with her, or guided her into the
men's room, but basically I had no desire to see her pee.  I used to read a
lot of stories on SOL and ASSTR, but now I just read a few from my favorite
authors.  When I was reading a lot, I was always coming across stories
where guys got turned on watching their sisters, cousins, neighbors,
girlfriends-please insert one-in the bathroom.  I just didn't get it.  And
when they went on to serious water sports, well, I found another story.

   I emptied my bladder, washed up, and went outside to wait for Darlene.

   "Nobody else is up yet.  Let's take a walk," she suggested.

   I thought for a second about getting her back to my tent so I could play
with those soft-but-firm mounds that decorated her chest some more, but I
nodded.  I took her hand, and we picked a trail we hadn't been on yet.

   "Were you talking to somebody last night?" She asked.

   "Just Zoe," I said as I ducked a low hanging branch.

   Darlene seemed startled.  "Does she visit you often?"

   "She's always with me."

   "She's haunting you?"

   "She's watching over me."

   "Oh." Darlene seemed at a loss for words.  I squeezed her hand, and we
walked on.

   "Did you ever have an experience that was so good that you wished it had
been your first experience, `cause your first time wasn't as good; in fact,
it was pretty bad?"

   I was glad they don't teach diagraming sentences anymore because I
wouldn't try to diagram that one.  "Not really," I said after I sorted it
out.  "Most of my experiences have been pretty good.  And even the bad
ones, well, you learn from them, either how to avoid them or how to handle
them.  Why?"

   "Well, I just wish that had been the first time I made love."

   "You mean it wasn't?" I said quickly.

   "Tony the diplomat." I decided it wasn't the right time to mention that
diplomats were only one step above politicians and two steps above lawyers
on the slime scale.  "Brad popped my cherry when I was twelve.  Six days
after my birthday, as a matter of fact.  He was seventeen."

   I didn't know what to say or what she expected, so I just gave her hand
another squeeze.

   "It wasn't bad.  It just, wasn't...  good.  The whole thing was over in
less than a minute.  I'd hear my girlfriends talking about how good fucking
was, but I thought it was better with my fingers, or my damn hairbrush."

   I wonder if the inventor of the hairbrush realized just how useful it
would be?

   "But you kept doing...?" I started.

   "Yeah, I kept doing Brad.  I mean, I was a sixth grader, he was a
junior. I couldn't believe he was interested in me.  After Brad was his
buddy Alan.  Then came his little brother Kyle.  And I still didn't get
off."

   Darlene stopped, then stepped in front of me.  "Last night was the first
time I've had an orgasm that wasn't self-inflicted."

   "That's sad." I put my hands on the sides of her head and pulled her
into a kiss.

   "Isn't it?" she agreed.  "I finally find a guy who wants me to get as
much out of it as he does, and the damn idiot is already in love.  Well, at
least Tami shares."

   "You know, there are guys out there who can do it right.  Don't settle.
Some of the rest can be retrained."

   "My new mission in life."

   "Everybody needs a hobby."

   * * *

   Tami had surprised us, `cause we packed up and headed south instead of
staying for a second day.  We stayed on Highway 101, stopped at a Pizza Hut
in Eureka for lunch, and got to the Van Damme State Park outside Mendocino
just before four.

   Just after I'd finished getting the tents up, Tami hauled out a huge
boom box.  I knew it wasn't hers and wondered where she'd gotten it and why
she hadn't taken it out until now.  The campsite had electricity, so she
plugged it in and set up a microphone too.

   "I suppose we should let Tony rest, so Robbie you're up."

   "Up to what?"

   Tami smiled.  "You get to entertain us." She put in three CD's, pushed
the play button, and an instrumental version of Bridge Over Troubled Water
started.

   Tami stopped the music.  "You missed your cue."

   "You really want me to sing?"

   Tami smiled again.  "That's the plan."

   Robbie shrugged and Tami started the music again.  This time, Robbie
came in right on cue.

   "Very nice," Tami said from her chair when Robbie finished.  We all
applauded.  So did the three spectators who had wandered over.  "Four
minutes and fifty-five seconds." She had a notebook and wrote that down for
whatever reason.  "Tony, you're up.  Daydream Believer."

   "With or without?" I asked, moving Darlene off my lap and standing up.
Robbie handed me the microphone.

   "With or without what?" Tami asked.

   "British accent." I'd learned the song listening to Davy Jones and could
do a passable English accent because of it.

   Tami laughed.  "With."

   She started the CD, and I sang Daydream Believer, complete with British
accent.  My applause was bigger than Robbie's if only because our audience
had grown by half-a-dozen people.

   "Three minutes and one second," Tami announced and made a notation in
her notebook.

   I handed the mike back to Robbie.

   "Traci, you're up."

   "Me?  I didn't choose any songs."

   "That's because you forgot to tell us you could sing," Tami said.  "Do
you know Unchained Melody?"

   "I think so."

   "Try it.  If you mess up they have wi-fi up by the visitors center, so I
can download the lyrics."

   Traci nodded and took the microphone from Robbie.  As Traci started
singing, I looked around.  Our impromptu audience had grown to a couple
dozen.  Traci finished and got the best applause so far.  If Tami timed it,
she didn't announce her findings.

   "Robbie on deck.  You're doing Puff."

   Traci gave Robbie the mike and sat on my lap.  "Have fun?" I asked.

   She grinned.  I nodded toward the audience.  "Maybe we should charge
admission and add to next year's roadtrip fund."

   Robbie did Peter, Paul, and Mary's Puff the Magic Dragon, then Frank
Sinatra's My Way.  I decided she should make that her anthem.  Then she and
I did If You See Him/If You See Her, which I thought of as our song.  And
Meet Me in Montana.  Tami kept calling out times and announcing what we'd
do next.  I wondered if she'd finally lost it.  Too much sex?  Or not
enough?

   Tami had me do Can't Help Falling in Love next, always one of my
favorites.  As I finished I noticed our audience had grown to about fifty,
all milling around in the street in front of our campsite.  "Hey folks,
glad you're enjoying the show," I said into the mike.  "If you want to get
out of the street, you're welcome to come on in and grab a seat on our
grass." They all started moving in.  "T-shirts and CD's on sale in the
lobby after the show."

   "Smart ass," Robbie said with a grin.

   "What's next, coach?" I asked Tami.

   "Traci, do you know Say a Little Prayer?" Traci nodded.  "You're on,"
she said as she fiddled with the boom box.  "Tony, here's your next one."
She handed me a sheet of music.

   "Lyrics?"

   "It's new.  By Rascal Flatts.  But I think it'll be special for you."
She handed me her MP3 player.  "It's cued up." I sorta kinda read music. 
By that I mean I can figure out a song by the music, but it's a hell of a
lot better if I can just hear it.

   I listened to the first part of Traci's song, then put the earbuds in my
ears and listened to the song.  Tami was right, it was special.  It
reminded me of Zo.  She was looking at me as it finished, and I nodded and
smiled, then cued it up again.

   Robbie was just finishing Love Child when I pulled the buds out of my
ears.  Without waiting for Tami's direction I took Robbie's place at the
microphone.  "I hope you're enjoying our impromptu concert," I said.  The
crowd was almost sixty people now.  Not bad for an unannounced concert in a
state park on a Friday afternoon.  "A few months ago I lost a good friend
to leukemia.  This song is for her."

   "Sarabeth is scared to death,

   To hear what the doctor will say.

   She hasn't been well,

   Since the day that she fell.

   And the bruise it just won't go away.

   So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad,

   And flips through an old magazine.

   Till a nurse with a smile stands at the door,

   And says will you please come to me.

   Sarabeth is scared to death,

   Cause the doctor just told her the news.

   Between the red cells and white,

   Something's not right,

   But we're going to take care of you.

   Six chances in ten,

   It won't come back again,

   With the therapy we're going to try.

   It's just been approved,

   It's the strongest there is,

   And I think we caught it in time.

   Sarabeth closes her eyes.



   I felt something in the corner of my eye, but I ignored it.  I could
imagine Zoe when the doctor told her, her own news.

   She dreams she's dancing,

   Around and around without any cares.

   And her very first love is holding her close,

   And the soft wind is blowing her hair.

   Sarabeth is scared to death

   As she sits holding her mom

   Cause it would be a mistake

   For someone to take

   A girl with no hair to the prom

   For just this morning right there on her pillow

   Was the cruellest of innocent cries.

   And she cried when she gathered it all in her hands

   The proof that she couldn't deny

   Sarabeth closes her eyes.

   I thought about the prom that Zoe never got to go to.

   She dreams she's dancing

   Around and around without any cares

   And her very first love is holding her close

   And the soft wind is blowing her hair

   It's a quarter of seven'

   That boys at the door

   And her daddy ushers him in.

   When he takes off his cap

   They all start to cry

   `Cause this morning where his hair had been

   Softly she touches just skin

   They go dancing

   Around and around without any cares

   And her very first true love is holding her close

   And the soft wind is blowing her hair

   For a moment she isn't scared."

   Zoe never showed that she was scared, but I knew she had been.  I hoped
she was somewhere without fear.  I hoped I'd see her again someday.  I set
down the mike and started walking toward the beach.  I knew Tami would
understand.

   * * *

   It was almost nine when we sat down at the picnic table to eat.  Steak
again, not that I was complaining.

   "So what's the plan tomorrow?" I asked around a bite of rib eye.  "Stay
or go?"

   "That would be telling," Tami said as she gnawed on a corn cob.  I
decided that no jury would convict me.  Not if there was at least one guy
on it, anyway.

   "The concert was fun," Traci said.  "We should do it again."

   "Tomorrow," Tami said as she set down her cob.

   "Tomorrow?" Traci and I said together.

   "Why not?" Tami asked.  "You got better plans?

   I cocked my head as I looked her.  "I may have plans.  You haven't told
me yet."

   Tami grinned.

   "Guess whose turn it is tonight big brother?" Traci said after a minute.

   I looked at her.  She couldn't really be suggesting...

   "Hey, Tam, I'll trade my turn for your Swiss roll," Traci said with a
smile.

   Tami looked down at the package in front of her.  "One or both?"

   "Just one.  I wouldn't want to cheat you."

   Chapter 9

   The world is a pretty good place.  I knew that because I awoke with my
Tami in my arms.  I even decided to forgive Traci for her crack about me
not being worth two Swiss rolls.  Even my bladder cooperated by not
nagging.

   I lay holding her close, feeling her warmth, her spirit.

   "What are you doing?" she asked when she woke almost half an hour later.

   "Just holding on to the most special girl in all the world."

   Tami giggled.  "I'll bet you say that to all the girls who trade their
Swiss rolls for you."

   "No one else ever thought I was worth a Swiss roll."

   "I'll tell you a secret," Tami whispered.  "I would have given both."

   I kissed her gently.  I knew we were only talking about a pair of Swiss
rolls worth maybe a quarter, but the way she said it made me feel warm all
over.  I half-remembered the Dr.  Seuss book, How the Grinch Stole
Christmas.  When he discovered the meaning of Christmas his heart grew
three sizes.  I think it was three.  Right then, my heart grew four.

   "I was just thinking," I said as we cuddled.  "If we get married for
fifty years, we can do this about eighteen thousand times."

   "Eighteen thousand two hundred and fifty," Tami corrected.  "I don't
want to miss a day."

   "Well, if you want to get technical, eighteen thousand two hundred and
sixty-three."

   "Sixty-three?"

   "Leap years."

   Tami laughed.  "Okay, Mr.  Math Whiz, but I want a hell of a lot more
than fifty years."

   "That's just the start, babe.  Just the start."

   * * *

   By ten o'clock we were on the road heading south.  Mikee drove as we
tooled down California-1.  She was getting a lot more confident behind the
wheel.  I wondered if Mom and Dad would thank me for that or want to kick
me in the ass.

   We had lunch at an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet in Oakland, then took
the ferry to our new home, Angel Island State Park, right in the middle of
San Francisco Bay.

   About five, Tami organized another concert.  Today we drew almost a
hundred spectators, but it was a Saturday afternoon, so the park was
already full.  I think we were the only ones who came in today.  Everybody
else got here yesterday.

   Afterward, she and I took a long walk.

   * * *

   The views from the beaches of Angel Island were fantastic.  The skyline
of San Francisco was impressive.  I've never wanted to live in any city,
but if I had to, San Francisco would be my first pick.

   Tami and I were heading back toward camp when I noticed Traci sitting on
a rock, staring out at the bay.  I gave Tami's hand a squeeze.  She kissed
my cheek and turned toward the trail back to the campsites.

   "Hey, brat, what you doing?"

   "Just thinking," she answered without looking up.

   There was a smaller rock next to the one Traci was sitting on.  I sat
down and stared out at the bay, wondering if Traci saw a different view
than I did.  "What'cha thinking about?" I asked after a while.

   "Nothing important."

   She sounded depressed, which surprised me, `cause when we did our little
concert, she'd been positively euphoric.  Especially after a couple of
teenaged guys asked her when she was trying out for American Idol.

   "Is there something I can help with?" I asked.

   "Haven't you done enough?" she snapped, then stood suddenly and walked
to the edge of the water.

   Okay, that narrowed it down.  The problem was me.  But I couldn't figure
out what I'd done.  I waited a couple of minutes, but when Traci didn't
turn around, I followed her to the water's edge.  "I don't understand," I
admitted.

   Traci turned to look at me.  "Do you have any idea how hard it is to be
your sister?"

   I had no idea how to answer that?  "I..."

   "You're so fucking good at everything.  School, sports, singing."

   I decided that it wasn't the best time to correct her swearing.  "I..."

   Traci turned back to stare at the water.  "You know, last year I got
most of the same teachers you had when you were in seventh."

   "So?"

   "They all wanted to know why I couldn't get A's like my brother."

   "You work hard at school," I said.

   "And get B's and C's."

   "And you did gymnastics last year."

   Traci nodded.  "And you've been a football and baseball star since you
could walk."

   "You're talking about things that come easy to me.  You work a lot
harder at school than I do.  And you busted your tail for that gymnastics
team.  And I still don't understand why I never heard you sing before."

   Traci looked back at me.  "I didn't want to be compared to you.  I
didn't want anyone asking why I couldn't sing as good as you."

   "That's ridiculous," I snapped.  "You're a much better singer than I
am."

   "I am?"

   "You are.  You want to know the main reason why I've been in every
show?"

   Trace nodded.

   "Because I'm not afraid to make a fool of myself.  And I only did the
first show because I was a little afraid of Monster Girl."

   Traci giggled.  "Only a little afraid?"

   "Okay, a lot afraid.  But big tough football players aren't supposed to
be afraid of girls, so don't spread that around.  The point is you're a
better singer, but you didn't sing because you were afraid that someone
would compare you to me."

   "I..."

   "You could be the second best singer in the school, the high school that
is, but nobody but the seven of us knows `cause you haven't shown them."

   "I'm sorry," she said contritely.

   I smiled.  "Don't be sorry.  If you like to sing, sing.  Don't worry
about what people say.  Or who they compare you to.  Look at it this way.
You love playing the sax, right?"

   She nodded.

   "Are you as good as Kelly Marshal?" Kelly was a girl in my class who'd
left last year because she earned a spot in Juilliard.

   "No."

   "So you should quit `cause people might compare you to her."

   "That's ridiculous.  She's a junior."

   "Guess what, Trace.  So am I."

   Tracy blushed, and I guessed that I'd gotten through.  "Can I ask, my
beautiful and talented sister, what brought on this unique bout of
self-pity?"

   "I, uh, Kelly was talking about it being her turn again soon.  And I
started thinking about my brother sleeping with my best friend.  One thing
kind of led to another."

   "In my defense, I was sleeping with her before she was your best
friend."

   Traci stuck her tongue out at me, and I decided she was okay.  She
smiled up at me.  "You said I'd be the second best?"

   I nodded.  "Robbie's better."

   Her face fell.

   "You wanted me to lie just to make you feel better?"

   "No, I..."

   "Just remember, you may be the second best singer, but Robbie's also a
junior, besides she can't play the sax worth a damn."

   * * *

   As I drifted into sleep, I reflected.  I'd woken with Tami in my arms,
and now I was falling asleep the same way.  Life didn't get any better than
this.

   Chapter 10

   Mikee looked nervously at the guard rail as she eased the van off the
ferry.  I grinned, said nothing, and sent good vibes her way.  She hadn't
wanted to drive on and off the ferry, but some mean guy made her.

   Wait.  That would be me.

   At least we chose a good time.  It was just after ten.  The early birds
had left hours ago, and most of the rest of the campers were just starting
to stir.

   Mikee let out a sigh of relief and parked.

   "That wasn't so bad," I said with a big smile.

   The look she gave me wasn't friendly.

   We switched places.  A quick look showed the others had all nodded off.
In the middle seat Kelly was leaning against the side of the van, and Tami
had her head on Kelly's shoulder.  Traci was lying down, her head in Tami's
lap.

   It made a pretty picture.  Which reminded me that I still hadn't used my
camera.  I put the van in gear and headed out into San Francisco traffic.
At least it was Sunday.  That should help.

   * * *

   Tami must have enjoyed her night, because she was downright forthcoming.
Mikee asked if we were staying or going, and Tami told her right away that
we were packing up right after breakfast.

   When Robbie asked where, Tami even answered.  "East." Which at least
narrowed it down.

   So, I packed up the tents.  Again!  And we were, in the words of Willie
Nelson, "On the road again."

   * * *

   "We're heading east.  Maybe we can get out of California," I said as I
stopped for another red light.  They seemed to like me.

   "You don't like California?  I thought you used to live here," Mikee
said, glancing down at the driving directions Tami had printed off the
internet for me.

   "I did, though further south.  It's just, campers here get up too
early."

   "Too early?  What difference does...  Oh, poor baby.  You've had to
shower alone."

   "Worse.  With a bunch of hairy guys."

   Mikee laughed, and I guessed I was forgiven for making her drive onto
the ferry.

   We started out going west on the Embarcadero, turned left onto Powell,
then another left onto North Point Street, then right onto the Embarcadero
again.  And people wonder why I hate cities.  I mean, why not just drive on
Embarcadero?

   Howard Street, First Street, then I-80.  Now we were getting somewhere.
A few minutes later I merged on 580 heading towards Oakland.  Oakland? 
Wasn't Oakland north of San Francisco?  I mean we'd driven through it
coming down from Mendocino.  Why was I going north when I wanted to go
east?

   I decided that I didn't want to live in San Francisco.

   I turned off the interstate at the next exit and turned into a gas
station.  While I was filling the tank I checked the directions.  Mikee had
gotten everything right.  Now I was supposed to stay on 580 for sixty
miles. I folded the directions and handed them back to Mikee.

   "Hey, check it out," she said.  I followed her pointing finger.  It was
a record store.  But it was bigger than a supermarket back home.  "Can we?"

   I thought about it.  I had about a hundred miles of directions, but I
didn't know if there were more after that or if we were staying there.  But
most days, Tami didn't have us on the road more than six hours or so.  What
the hell?

   "What the hell?" I said and went to the kiosk to pay for the gas.

   Getting across the intersection was easier than I'd thought it would be,
though I wouldn't want to try it in weekday traffic.  Even though it was
Sunday, the parking lot was over half-full.

   "Should we wake them?" Mikee asked as I parked.

   I was tempted to say no, but the temporary satisfaction of letting them
sleep through this was outweighed by the sure knowledge of Robbie's
retribution.  They say Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but a woman
denied shopping...  I didn't even want to think about it.

   "Ladies!" I yelled.

   Slowly eyes popped open.

   "Are we here already?" Tami asked, lifting her head off Kelly's
shoulder.

   "I don't know where `here' is supposed to be, but we're somewhere.  I
made a detour." I pointed.

   "Holy...  nirvana!" Robbie yelped and was out of her seat and pulling
open the van door.

   I started wondering if this was such a good idea.  Robbie was a music
junkie.  We might have to cancel our reservations wherever and spend the
next week sleeping in this parking lot.  At least there was an In-n-Out
Burger next door.  We wouldn't starve.

   While I mused, Robbie was halfway to the store, the other girls not far
behind her.

   "This was a great idea," Tami said as she got out.  "How'd you find it?"

   I buffed my fingernails on the front of my t-shirt.  "I used to live in
California.  I know my way around.  Mikee cocked her head and looked at me
but didn't blow my cover.

   The record store took three hours, and that was only because Darlene and
I each grabbed one of Robbie's arms and pulled her up to the check-out
stand, then out the door.  We had lunch at the In-n-Out next door, then hit
the road again with Darlene driving this time.

   Everybody had new CDs they wanted to play, so I let the expedition
leader decide.  She did the only fair and equitable thing: she played hers.

   * * *

   An hour-and-a-half later we arrived.  San Luis Reservoir State Park.  I
was really beginning to appreciate the time that Tami must have put into
planning this thing.  She'd found all these great parks, made the
reservations, and printed out driving instructions, even breaking them down
into chunks to keep her surprises.  And she knew about the karaoke contest
in Lincoln City.  Now I knew what she was doing during my baseball
practices.

   Tami went in to the ranger station to check us in, and then we drove to
the North Beach campground on O'Neill Forebay.  Mental note: find out what
a forebay is.  It looked like a lake to me.  We should have set up camp,
but instead we changed into swimming suits in the van and hit the water
running.  The temperature was parked midway between ninety and a hundred,
and damn, that water felt good.

   We'd gotten here about three-thirty, but it was after six before I had
the tents up.  At first I thought we had this camping area to ourselves,
and thoughts of skinny dipping and other activities danced in my head, but
shortly after I got the tents up, people started showing up.  Just a couple
at a time, but nobody went to any of the other camping sites, they kind of
milled around the front of ours.

   "Tami!" I yelled into her tent.  "Is there anything you want to tell
me?"

   "What?" she said, then stuck her head out and saw the crowd.  "Shit! 
What time is it?" Apparently it was a rhetorical question, `cause a few
seconds later she announced, "We're late."

   "Late for what?" I asked, though I was pretty sure I knew the answer.

   "The concert.  I told them at the ranger station to pass the word that
we'd be performing about six-thirty." Tami came out of the tent carrying
the huge boom box.

   I stopped her and cupped her face in my hands.  "Oh love of my life, did
you ever consider asking us if we wanted to do a concert?"

   She grinned.  "Like you and Robbie would ever pass up a chance to play
to a crowd."

   She had me there.  Robbie and I were both USDA Grade A Prime ham.

   "Besides, you have to practice," she added.

   Practice?  Why did we have to practice?  I had a feeling there was
another karaoke contest or talent show in our future.

   "Ladies and gentlemen, Unrehearsed!" Tami announced a couple minutes
later.  We had a crowd of about a twenty campers and another dozen rangers.
Robbie and I started things off with Elton John's Don't Go Breakin' My
Heart.  Then Traci did a heart-pumping version of the King's Jailhouse
Rock. Damn, my little sister can rock the house.  Tami had found a karaoke
disk for it at the record store.

   Almost an hour-and-a-half later Tami took the microphone again.  "Hope
you liked our practice session.  Have a good..."

   "Just a minute!" I interrupted.  I slipped a disk I'd bought that
afternoon into the boom box and took the mike away.  "Folks, our tour
director is the girl I've asked to marry me, and though her mom says she
can't answer me until we graduate, every now and then, I like to remind her
just how I feel."

   I took Tami's hand and nodded to Traci to hit the play button.

   "When your body's had enough of me,

   And I'm lying flat out on the floor,

   When you think I've loved you all I can,

   I'm going to love you a little bit more."

   I slipped my other arm around Tami's back and into the back pocket of
her cut-offs.

   "C'mon over here and lie by my side,

   I've got to be touchin'' you.

   Let me rub your tired shoulders,

   The way I used to do."

   That reminded me: I still owed all the girls massages.

   "Look into my eyes and give that smile,

   The one that always turns me on.

   And let me take your hair down,

   `Cause we're stayin' up to greet the sun."

   Now that sounded like a plan.  Sunrise with Tami.

   "And when your body's had enough of me,

   And I'm lying flat out on the floor,

   When you think I've loved you all I can,

   I'm going to love you a little bit more."

   I stepped back and took both of Tami's hands in mine, looking deep into
her eyes.

   "Got to say a few things that have been on my mind,

   And you know where my mind has been.

   I guess I learned my lessons,

   And now's the time to begin.

   So if you're feeling all right, and you're ready for me,

   I know that I'm ready for you.

   We better get it on now,

   `Cause we got a whole life to get thru.

   And when your body's had enough of me,

   And I'm lying flat out on the floor,

   When you think I've loved you all I can,

   I'm going to love you a little bit more."

   Her eyes were like quicksand, pulling me deeper and deeper.  Not that I
was struggling.

   "And when your body's had enough of me,

   and I'm lying flat out on the floor,

   When you think I've loved you all I can,

   I'm going to love you a little bit more."

   I stood and stared.

   "You do realize we're done," Robbie said.

   "What?" Tami and I said together.

   "I said, the concert ended.  Everybody went home."

   I looked around.  Our audience was gone.  That was rude.  They must have
left before I was even half done.

   "You finished singing ten minutes ago," Darlene added.

   "They applauded like crazy, but I guess you didn't notice," Traci put
in.

   "Ten minutes?" Damn!  Those eyes are dangerous.

   * * *

   "I was surprised when you introduced us as Unrehearsed," Robbie said
when we sat down to dinner just after dark.

   "So was..." Something clicked.  I got up, walked to the boom box, and
changed it from Robbie's new Red Nichols jazz CD to one of Tami's mystery
disks.  I listened closely as it played one of Robbie's songs, Bridge Over
Troubled Water.  "That's them."

   "Them who?" Robbie asked while Tami concentrated on her chicken leg.

   "Unrehearsed.  That's Toby on piano and Sally on drums."

   "You're nuts," Robbie said with a laugh.  Tami stared deeply into her
potato salad.

   "Miss Sharp, who's on the CD?"

   "Have you ever noticed how the different sized chunks in potato salad
make every serving unique?" Tami said softly.

   I stepped up behind her.  "I don't like potato salad.  Who's on the CD?"

   "You really should eat it," she said looking up over her shoulder at me.
"It's very good for you."

   "I don't eat anything green either.  Who's on the CD?"

   "It's been a beautiful day.  I wonder how many stars will be out
tonight."

   "Six thousand, three hundred and thirty-two.  Who's on the CD?"

   Tami looked across the table at the other girls, who were all wearing
curious expressions.  "Think we should go swimming later?"

   I laid my hands gently on hr shoulders.  "Robbie, you want to hold or to
tickle?"

   Robbie stood, a sly smile on her face.

   "Okay, okay," Tami said.  "It's them.  It's Unrehearsed."

   Robbie leaned forward over the table.  "And how did you happen to have
CDs of Unrehearsed doing the songs that Tony and I chose a few days ago?"

   "Plus others?" I added.

   Tami shrugged.  "I kinda called them and told them to add them to their
CD."

   The sixty-four thousand dollar question.  "Why?"

   Tami shrugged again.  "Why not?"

   I wanted to wring her neck.  Not because she wouldn't tell.  I just
hated that answer, "Why not?" My freshman year in basic comp, for our final
quiz Mr.  Becker asked "Why?" In forty-five minutes I wrote a brilliant and
concise dissertation on `Why?' being the driving force of man in our quest
to understand our universe.  I got an A.  Twelve students wrote "Why not?"
They got A's too.  It still bugs me.

   "Mikee, how would you like to take a romantic walk on the beach in the
starlight?" I asked with a grin.

   Mikee jumped up and took my hand.

   "Kelly?" I invited.

   With a grin, Kelly was up and took my other hand.  I nodded to Darlene,
Robbie and Tracy, and the three of us started toward the lake or forebay or
whatever it was.

   Behind me I heard Robbie ask, "Darlene, how would you like to take a
romantic walk on the beach in the starlight?  Tracy?"

   Tami can be romantic with her secrets.

   * * *

   Tami was sitting on a log staring into the fire.  I stepped behind and
kissed her neck.

   "Your sister cheats," she said, still looking into the flames.

   "I know.  I just haven't been able to prove it." We'd come back from our
walks and played Monopoly.  Tami was the first one out.  Traci had won as
usual.  If they ever have a professional Monopoly League, I'm gonna get
rich managing her.  "Want to take a walk?"

   Tami looked up and over her shoulder at me.  "I thought you already had
your romantic walk for the evening."

   I grinned.  No, I leered.  "Ah, the Temple girls.  They really know how
to put the romance in a walk."

   Tami stuck her tongue out at me.

   "But that was a romantic walk.  I was hoping to take just an ordinary
end-of-the-day walk with you."

   "Well, I suppose I don't have anything better to do." She stood.  "What
about Mikee?  Won't she be waiting?  It's her turn."

   "She'll keep my sleeping bag warm till we get back."

   Tami sighed.

   "Lady, say the word, and I'll kick her out and install you forever and
always."

   Tami giggled.  "That wouldn't be fair to Mikee." She stepped over the
log and took my hand, and we headed for the water.

   "You know, I read a lot." I looked around conspiratorially.  "Don't tell
anybody, but sometimes I like a good love story."

   "You, the big tough football player?"

   "Shush.  I said don't say it so loud."

   "Like what?"

   "Oh, Summer of Forty-Two was good.  Harold Robbins early stuff.  The
Cheerleader."

   "Wasn't that a porno flick?" Tami asked slyly.

   I grinned.  "That was The Cheerleaders, plural." I'd seen it on video at
a friends house.  Good, but over-rated.  "The book was just The
Cheerleader. It was about a girl going to high school and discovering life
and love and sex and stuff."

   "That sounds familiar."

   "Except she beat us to it.  The book was in the fifties.  Sock hops and
the whole nine yards."

   "That's your favorite?"

   "One of them.  My favorite is There Should Have Been Castles by the same
guy who wrote Summer of Forty-Two."

   "I'll have to read it."

   "You'll like it.  Two people who meet and fall in and out of love over
and over again.  I'll give you my copy when we get home."

   Tami laughed softly.  "You own it?  I thought you checked it out of the
library."

   "Too dangerous.  With the Homeland Security Act, the FBI can check up on
things like that."

   "Got to protect that macho image," Tami agreed.  I squeezed her hand.

   "I have another you'd like.  Not exactly a love story.  Letters I Wish
I'd Written to My Ex-Husband."

   "Is that a hint?  We're not even married yet, and you're getting me
ready for the divorce."

   "Well, I am spending the night with one of my mistresses."

   "That's not grounds for divorce.  I'm making you."

   I squeezed her hand again.

   We walked in silence for awhile, just admiring the stars and how they
all managed not to fall down.  We were almost back to camp, and it looked
like everyone had gone to bed.

   "You know, I was making a point about the love stories but got
sidetracked."

   "And your point, my literate one?" Tami asked with a giggle.

   "My point was, I've read a lot of love stories, and ours has to be the
strangest."

   Tami thought about that for a minute.  "But it works," she said finally.

   I smiled and kissed her gently outside her tent.  "I'll have to give you
that.  It works."

   Chapter 11

   I set up the tents for the, what, fifth time?  Fort Canby in Long Beach,
Beverly Beach in Lincoln City, Harris Beach in Brookings.  Then three in
California, Van Damme, Angel Island, and San Luis.  Now Mojave.  Seven. 
Seventh time.

   I had to admit this was different.  The first five were all on the
ocean. Then San Luis was a lake.  Well, a reservoir.  Now a desert.  Tami
was sure giving us our money's worth.

   I finished with the tents just as Robbie finished setting up the boom
box and a battery pack.  Darlene was unpacking our camp stove and cooking
supplies.

   We were staying in the Hole-in-the-Wall Campground.  I wondered if it
was the same hole-in-the-wall that Butch Cassidy, Sundance, and those types
hung out at.  I could have sworn that was Wyoming or one of the Dakotas.

   There were thirty-five campsites at Hole-in-the-Wall, and even though it
was Monday afternoon, they were all full.  Tami and the others were
visiting the neighbors.

   "Any idea what's on your girlfriend's devious mind?" Robbie asked as I
sat down in one of the camp chairs.

   "She wasn't devious until she met you, but no, I haven't.  Maybe she's
got the band and us signed up for American Idol."

   Darlene popped the top on a Coke and handed it to me.  I didn't know,
but figured the temperature was in triple digits.  They say the nights get
cold in the desert, but I didn't see how.

   "Ever thought about it?" Robbie asked as she pulled up a chair beside
me.

   "Thought about what?"

   "Idol.  Trying out."

   "I've daydreamed, but not seriously.  Simon would rip me up, and I think
I'd go for his throat the first time Randy called me dawg."

   Robbie laughed.  "What about Paula?"

   "She's a cheerleader, annoying but cute."

   "I heard that," Darlene said as she put a plastic table cloth on the
picnic table.

   "Check that out," Robbie said, saving me the trouble of getting my foot
out of my mouth.  Tami and the girls were coming down the road toward the
campsite and leading about seventy-five people of all ages.

   "I think it may be time to sing for our supper," I said.

   Kelly came running ahead and launched herself from about fifty feet
away, sailed through the air and landed on my lap.  Okay, it was about six
feet but it was still an impressive leap.

   Unfortunately, the chair didn't think so.

   I'm not sure which hit first, my back as I went over backwards or my
butt as the chair disintegrated beneath me.  I do know that I had a sudden
insight into what outer space was really like because there was no air in
my lungs, and I couldn't seem to make any come in.

   Kelly was sitting, stunned, on my lap, and the others were all standing
around me looking like angels with that halo effect you get when you look
at something framed in bright sunlight.

   "Are you okay?

   "Tony!"

   "What happened?"

   "Can you breathe?"

   "Do you need a doctor?"

   I didn't know who said what and really didn't care.  I forced myself to
relax and took a small sip of air, then a bigger one, then a normal one. 
It wasn't the first time I'd had the wind knocked out of me, but I still
hate that feeling of fighting for air.

   I pushed myself up on an elbow and looked at Kelly.  "That's coming out
of your allowance."

   * * *

   The concert was a success.  I think it was our best yet.  The acoustics
helped.  Hole-in-the-Wall is surrounded by volcanic rock walls.  We added
one song off my new CD.  Robbie and I sang Olivia Newton-John's Let's Get
Physical and had Kelly and Traci put on a little tumbling demonstration
while we sang.

   Afterward several people asked if we were a professional group and one
guy gave me his card, `HENRIE TIMMERS, ARTIST MANAGEMENT.' The guy looked
like a huckster so I filed it and forgot it.

   Mental note: sue the National Park Service for discrimination.  There
were about a dozen teenaged guys who fell all over themselves drooling
after the girls and not one female fan for me, unless you count the
fifty-something divorcee who thought I was cute and talented.  I didn't.

   * * *

   It was about ten.  I was sitting in another chair and keeping a wary eye
out for Kelly.  I was still working on digesting the dinner we'd had an
hour ago.  Steak and mounds and mounds of barbequed shrimp.  And baked
potatoes that were obviously the product of mutant growth experiments.

   Tami was sitting next to me.  I don't think we'd spoken in half-an-hour.
We were just enjoying the desert and each other's aura.  The others were
off hanging with the boys.

   Did I mention there were no girls?

   "Hi, Tony," Traci said as she walked up.  We didn't have a fire tonight,
mainly `cause you have to bring your own wood, and we didn't want to mess
with it.  But we had some lanterns.  Tracy was standing just inside the
circle of light, and somebody was just out of it.

   "Hey brat.  What are you up to?"

   "Nothing." She stood, shifting from foot to foot.  "I was wondering..."

   "Yes?" Next to me I could sense Tami shifting to focus on my sister.

   "I, um, that is, I wondered if...?"

   I grinned.  "Squirt, you're my very favorite sister.  And aside from
your best friend trying to kill me and destroying my favorite chair in the
process, I'm having a very good day.  You can ask me anything."

   "I, uh, I..." She took a deep breath.  "CouldIborrowarubber?"

   "Can you borrow a what?" I asked a lot more loudly than I intended after
I figured out just what she said.

   "You heard her," Tami said quickly.  "Of course you can," she added to
Traci.

   "But who?" I stuttered.

   "His name is Gary," Tracy said, pointing at the shadow just outside the
light.  "He's nice."

   "How old is he?"

   "Fourteen," Traci said as she scuffed her shoe on the ground.

   "How...?" I started.

   But Tami slapped her hand over my mouth.  "The inquisition is over."
With her hand she motioned Tracy closer.  "Are you sure?"

   Tracy nodded.  Tami nodded.  "They're in his gym bag in his tent.  Take
a couple."

   Tami held her hand over my mouth until Tracy had disappeared with her
treasures.  I licked her fingers.

   "I just think.." I started when she took her hand away.

   "Anthony Marion Sims, you're not going to win, so you might as well
accept it."

   "But..."

   "How old were you the first time?  How old was I?  And I'll save you the
embarrassment of asking how old Kelly was."

   "But..."

   "You're not going to win.  You can accept it and sulk, or we can fight
about it, you'll lose, and then sulk."

   I pouted.  "But I had it all planned out," I explained.  "Traci was
going to be a virgin all her life.  She'd have my two nieces and one nephew
by immaculate conception."

   "Not happening."

   "Can I keep my irrational delusion?"

   Tami smiled.  "You can try."

   Chapter 12

   We left Hole-in-the-Wall at eight.

   I'd been sleeping peacefully, Kelly safely in my arms and not leaping at
anything, when Tami stuck her head in my tent and announced we were burning
daylight.  I was good.  I didn't tell her what she could do with her burnt
daylight.

   Forty-five minutes later we stopped at a 76 station in Ludlow for gas
and some breakfast stuff.  Twenty minutes later the girls in back were
asleep.  Traci had volunteered to ride up front and keep me company, but
another ten minutes and she was gone too.

   An hour later we left California.  As I drove through Arizona I could
imagine John Wayne galloping on his horse next to me.  Or maybe Clint
Eastwood accompanied by one of those Hugo Montenegro soundtracks.  About
one we stopped for lunch in Williams.  I'm not a big fan of Mexican food,
but I was intrigued by the name, Pancho McGillicuddy's Mexican.  I have to
admit the shredded beef burrito wasn't half bad.

   We pulled out of Williams on I-40 which a few miles later turned into
Arizona 64.  It was exactly three as we pulled into the south entrance of
the Grand Canyon National Park.

   "Why the Grand Canyon?" Robbie asked as we drove toward the ranger
station.  "Isn't it kind of touristy?"

   "My dad has been promising me a trip to the canyon since I was four,"
Tami said with a trace of a pout.  "But something always came up.  I
figured the only way to get here was to come myself, even if I had to
kidnap my friends to do it."

   Tami checked us in, and we drove to the Mather Campground where I set up
the tents again.  I guess if a career in coaching doesn't work out, I can
be a professional tent setter-upper. "Now, remember," Tami said as we
relaxed a few minutes later.  "There's only supposed to be six people per
campsite, so if the rangers ask, one of you is visiting from down the
road."

   "Which one?" Darlene asked.

   Tami gave her the I'm-sorry-you're-retarded look.  "The seventh one, of
course."

   I sipped my Coke and kept my mouth shut.

   "Are we singing?" Traci asked.

   "I talked to the rangers and told them we'd been doing little shows in
all the parks we'd been to.  They said we could set up in that grassy area
at the end of the row.  What time is it?"

   At the moment I was the only one wearing a watch, so I guessed the
question was meant for me.  "Three to four."

   "We could shoot for eight" Tami mused.  "It will still be light and
should be a little cooler then."

   "Are you kidding?  This is the arctic compared to Mojave." I guessed the
temperature was just above eighty.

   Tami stood.  "Ladies, I'm off to round up an audience.  Anyone coming?"
Mikee, Kelly, and Traci stood up.

   "What, I'm not invited?" I protested.

   "You just want to see if there are any cute girls," Mikee accused.

   "Like you're not going to scope out the guys," I shot back.

   Mikee blushed.

   "You were just complaining about all the hard work setting up the
tents," Tami said.  "I guessed you wanted to rest."

   I had my feet up.  I had my Coke.  I had some Girl Scout cookies. 
Peanut butter sandwich, my favorite.  Some Brownies had been selling them
outside the ranger station.  I decided not to complain.

   * * *

   "So stud, are you ready for some football?" Robbie asked in a voice that
sounded like it came straight from Monday nights.

   "It's not even July yet.  Talk to me in August." Then I had to think
about it.  I hadn't been keeping track of the date.  We'd left on Sunday
the nineteenth.  This was Tuesday, that made it about the twenty-eighth.  I
was right.  It wasn't July yet.  "By the way, love of my life, where are we
going to be for the fourth?"

   "It's a secret."

   "At least give us a hint," Traci cajoled.

   Tami hesitated.  "Buffalo Bill lived there for a year."

   "That's a big help," I said sarcastically.

   Tami smiled.  "You're welcome."

   It'd serve her right if I figured it out.  The trouble was, I didn't
remember a lot about the guy.  I was never big on western history, and Cody
had never sparked any interest.  He was a buffalo hunter, so that narrowed
it down to the middle of the country, say Texas to Montana.  But then there
was something about a wild west show.  I think that traveled all over the
east coast and even Europe.

   "Paris!" I announced.  "Independence Day in the land of a thousand
cheeses."

   Tami grinned.  "Damn!  You guessed it."

   I thought about sticking my tongue out at her, but decided I was too
dignified for that.

   "Disney World," Kelly guessed.

   Tami lifted her head and looked at the younger girl over the tops of her
sunglasses.  "Buffalo Bill lived in Orlando?"

   Kelly shrugged and flipped her head.  "I don't know, I just thought
Disney World would be cool."

   "Cape Kennedy," Mikee suggested.  "They have really big fireworks
there."

   Looking at Tami's face, I decided she was having way too much fun.  I
needed to start thinking about revenge.

   Robbie was lying on her stomach on a blanket next to my chair.  "Hey
stud, would you get me another Coke?"

   "I never said I was a stud," I said, not feeling like moving.  Wasn't
that what we had eighth graders for?  "I just have many stud-like
qualities." I looked at Kelly, snapped my fingers and pointed at the
cooler.

   Kelly stood and bowed deeply.  "What kind of stud-like qualities?" she
asked before walking to the cooler.  Apparently I wasn't the only one who'd
mastered a sarcastic tone of voice.

   "I had you purring last night," I said with a smug look.  She blushed
all the way down to her belly button.

   "Purring?" her sister said.  "She was yelling so loud I thought I'd
never get to sleep."

   I didn't think it was possible, but Kelly's blush got deeper.

   "So, Captain America, your super power is making girls purr?" Robbie
asked lifting herself up on one elbow.

   I grinned and lifted my hands up, palms to the sky, trying to look
modest.

   "Okay, go." Robbie said.

   "Go?"

   "Make us all purr."

   "I..."

   "I think that's a great idea," Tami put in.

   I decided that whatever revenge I came up with for her had to be really
good.  "I..."

   "Yeah." "Cool." "Do it." "Oh, man!" the other girls all said.

   "I..."

   "You said you had the power," Robbie accused.  "You know what Spider-Man
said: `With great power comes great responsibility.' You're responsible for
six very horny females."
I didn't check her math, but I should have.  "We can't.  There are

people..."

   "That's why they invented tents," Tami pointed out.

   "I..."

   "I'm first," Tami said, standing up and walking toward my tent.

   "I..."

   Tami stood at the opening to my tent and looked back at me.  "Coming?"
she asked and ducked inside.

   "I..." I stood and followed her.

   "This could get interesting," I heard Kelly say as I hesitated in front
of the tent.

   "Very interesting," her sister agreed.

   I slipped inside just in time to see Tami hook her thumbs in the
waistband of her nylon shorts and push them down.  There was nothing
underneath them.  She was facing away from me so I could admire her firm
ass and long legs.  A deep brown tan covered almost all of her except for a
small inverted triangle on her buttocks.  A very small triangle.

   "I don't know if this is such a good idea," I stammered.e

   "A quickie in the afternoon?  Tony, I'm surprised.  Where's that
sex-crazed boy I've come to know and love?"

   "No, five quickies."

   "Afraid you can't handle it?" Tami challenged as she turned around and
let her bikini top slide down her arms and fall to the ground.  "I'm horny
now, so if you're not up to it, you mind sending Robbie in?"

   I have this problem with being too competitive.  The same thing I accuse
Robbie of.  I knew right then that I was going to do all five girls or hurt
myself trying.

   I stepped to Tami, kissed her, and with one hand pushed down my shorts.
I hadn't bothered with underwear either.  I turned her as I kissed her and
guided Big Tony, who lived up to his name, between her legs."

   "Ohhh, just like in the woods," she cooed as she grasped my favorite
appendage and eased it into her pussy.  "How many times have you done me
from behind in the woods?"

   "Not enough." I pushed my cock up deep inside her.  She'd been wet and
easy to penetrate.  "Never enough."

   I kissed her neck and shoulders as I pistoned deep within her.

   "Oh, God, sometimes I think you really do have a super power.  I'm gonna
cum already."

   "That's the plan." I slowed my pace, making each stroke take several
seconds."

   "I was almost there," she complained.

   "Beg for it," I whispered.

   "Please..."

   I picked up the pace, feeling her body clinging at my cock as I slammed
in deep into her womb.

   "Oh, God damn...  God...  oh, fuck.  I'm..."

   I figure if you can make them lose the ability to form coherent
sentences, you've done good.  I slid my still hard cock out of her, turned
her again, and kissed her deeply.

   "You are a super hero," she purred.  "Instead of Captain America, maybe
we should call you Major Orgasm."

   I grinned, wondering if she'd realized her play on words.  "How about
colonel?  I've always wanted to be a colonel."

   "Okay, Colonel Orgasm," Tami said as she picked up her shorts and bikini
top.  Who next, Robbie?  Or one of the young ones?"

   I lay down on my sleeping bag, Big Tony pointing proudly at the ceiling.
"Send me Monster Girl."

   Tami nodded and stepped out of the tent, her shorts only halfway up her
legs.

   This was every red-blooded American boy's dream.

   So why did I have a feeling of impending doom?

   * * *

   "Is that for me?" Robbie asked as she stepped inside and slid off her
shorts in one motion.  `Didn't any of the girls wear underwear today?' I
wondered.

   "If you think you can handle it," I said confidently.

   "You gonna make me purr?"

   I grinned.  "With Monster Girls, it's more of a low growl."

   Robbie stepped over my body and lowered herself toward my spear.  "Close
enough," she said.  She grabbed the base with one hand and spread her pussy
with the other.  With a single smooth motion, she enveloped me.

   I lay back and let Robbie set her own pace.  "I'm so glad I didn't have
to wait for tonight," she said as she picked up speed."

   I'd forgotten it was her turn.  I hoped I'd have something left for her.

   "You feel so good inside me," she said.  "So natural."

   I was tempted to ask if I was the best, but didn't.  I figured it was a
no-win question.  If she said no, I'd be hurt.  If she said yes, I'd wonder
if she was just trying to make me feel good.  I concentrated on making her
feel good, thrusting my hips upward to meet her pelvis as it came down.

   "I'm almost there.  I'm..."

   "Me, too," I groaned, feeling the old familiar feeling building in the
base of my cock and my balls.  I drove my cock upward as she pressed down,
and we both exploded.  It almost felt like she was draining my life-force
away as her body milked my fluids

   "Oh, yes.  Yes," she said as she savored the last of her orgasm.

   As she stopped she looked down at me, smiled, and purred, rolling the
sound off her tongue.  It was one of the nicest things she'd ever said to
me.

   * * *

   "Robbie said you wanted both of us?" Mikee asked shyly as she and Kelly
stepped in.

   I nodded, then glanced down.  Mr.  Happy had retreated to never-never
land.  I wondered if the store in Grand Canyon Village sold Viagra.  "My
favorite Temples," I said as I stood and hugged them.

   "What about Alana?" Kelly asked with a small giggle.

   "I wouldn't trade you two for Alana and her whole group." Alana was in
Greece this summer on a modeling contract with seven other girls.  She
hadn't decided if she was going back to school in the fall.

   "How about one of us?" Mikee asked coyly.

   "Well maybe one." I'd seen a picture of Alana's modeling crew.

   "Which one?" Kelly demanded.

   "I could never choose," I told them honestly.  "We'll flip a coin."

   "Do you ever think about Alana?  You know, fantasize?" Mikee asked.

   I tried to remember about the last time I'd had a fantasy about their
beautiful sister.  I couldn't.  Even after our evening in the wood, she
wasn't the one I dreamed about.

   "Not really.  My fantasies are about you and Tami and the other girls
here.  I guess I'm pretty happy.  If Diogenes had been looking for a
contented man, he could stop right here."

   "Who's Diogenes?" asked Kelly.

   I decided I needed to talk to Mr.  Reed about the quality of education
in the middle school.  Or lack there of.

   I turned the girls so that Mikee's back was resting against my right
shoulder and Kelly's back was resting on my left, then I slipped my arms
around them, gave them a quick squeeze, and slid my hands into their
shorts. Still no underwear.

   "Diogenes was a Greek dude..." or was he Roman?  Nope.  Greek. 
Definitely Greek.  "...who took a lantern and searched all over Greece for
one honest man.  Kind of like how Alana puts on a tight sweater and
searches for an honest orgasm."

   Both girls giggled, and not just because I was caressing the folds of
their pussies.

   "Alana should look at your house," Kelly said as she pushed her hips
forward toward my hand.

   "So should the Greek dude," Mikee added.

   "I'm not honest.  I lie like a rug.  For instance, you guys probably
think I like you, but I just pretend.  I'm just into doing sisters."

   "So do me, already," Kelly commanded as she rubbed her ass against my
leg.

   If I have one rule in life, it's `Never say no to a horny
thirteen-year-old.' I slid my middle finger into her wet, willing pussy. 
With my other hand I eased my forefinger into her sister.  Both girls gave
small shivers.

   I glanced down.  I had fingers in two willing pussies, and Big Tony just
sat there.  I wondered if I'd killed it doing Tami and Robbie both.

   "Oh, fuck!" one of them moaned.  I didn't bother correcting her.

   Kelly usually liked a short fast stroke, while Mikee liked a longer,
slower rhythm, but I had trouble doing both at once, so I did kind of a
compromise medium stroke to both.  It seemed to be working.

   "We should do this everyday," Mikee purred.  I kissed her neck.

   "Twice a day," Kelly corrected.  I nibbled on her ear.

   "Do you think Gary got Traci off," Mikee asked with a giggle.

   I had a sudden image of last night's shadow sticking his finger in my
sister's cunt.  I couldn't help wondering if her first time had been good.
Then I tried to shake the image out of my mind.  Have you ever really
wanted to know something, but at the same time really, really not want to
know?

   "Keep talking about Traci and you can wait outside while I finish your
sister off," I threatened.

   "Too late," Mikee yelled as her body tensed.  "Oh, God.  Oh, yeah.  Oh
yeah!"

   I speeded up my left hand as Mikee's sounds helped push Kelly over the
edge.  Kelly's hand reached down and cupped my shrunken cock and balls.  I
think she was surprised that I wasn't hard.  I know I was.

   Both girls sagged against me as their orgasms finished.  I was beginning
to feel like a real super-hero.  First I did two girls with one erection,
and now I'd done two at the same time.

   I used my tongue to tickle the insides of their ears.  "Go tell Darlene
it's her turn," I whispered.

   Kelly gave me another squeeze.  "You going to have anything for her?"

   I gave the girls a small push forward as I pulled my hands out of their
shorts, then I gave Kelly a swat on the butt.  "I'll figure something out."

   "I'll bet you will," Mikee said with a leer, so I gave her a swat too.

   * * *

   Darlene stepped into the tent, smiling shyly.

   I was lying on my sleeping bag, trying to look seductive.  Darlene
glanced at the ill-named Big Tony and sighed.  "You don't really want to do
this."

   I really hate self-doubt.  I was ready to put her over my knee and give
her a few swats, and not the playful kind I'd given the Temple girls.  Then
I remembered her introduction to sex.

   "You're a beautiful, sexy cheerleader.  What guy wouldn't want to do
this?" I said, sitting up.

   "But..." her eyes were looked on my useless appendage.

   "This is supposed to be about making you purr.  I don't need Big Tony
for that."

   "Big Tony?" she said and giggled, which didn't help the situation.

   I sat up on my knees and beckoned her closer with my finger.  As she
stepped up, I leaned forward and kissed her belly button.  Then I planted
dozens of my kisses all over her stomach.

   "You don't have to..." she said as I slipped her shorts down to reveal
her black thong.  Well, it was almost underwear.

   I ignored her and started to kiss her pelvis as I eased her thong over
her hips and down her legs.  I hadn't really seen her the other night.  It
had been too dark, but now I saw that her pussy hair was an almost perfect
diamond.  The hair on her head was a golden blond, but down below it was
darker, about as dark as you could get and still call it blond.  I kissed
the center of the diamond.

   "I know Robbie kind of made you..."

   I kissed her diamond again, then looked up at her.  "Would you shut up
and enjoy yourself?  I'm not doing anything I don't want to do." I kissed
the diamond again, then started exploring the valley beneath it.

   "I..."

   "Damn it!" I snapped.  "Would you get over it.  You're beautiful. 
You're sexy.  And I want to do this.  And if you don't believe me, check
out what you're doing to Big Tony." I pointed down to where my cock had
already regained most of it's former stature.  "Now, I'd really like to
teach you what fucking can be all about, but if you're going to whine, it's
distracting."

   Darlene looked startled, then dropped to her knees and hugged me.  I
twisted her around and onto her back, swinging my leg over to straddle her.
I looked down.

   "Have I mentioned you're beautiful?"

   She nodded, and I kissed her forehead.

   "Have I mentioned you're sexy?"

   She nodded and I kissed her nose.  I fumbled beside my sleeping bag for
a rubber and tried to roll it on without breaking the mood I was trying to
build.

   "Have I mentioned you're a cheerleader?  And you know how guys are about
their cheerleader fantasies."

   She nodded again, and I kissed her on the lips, gently, just barely
brushing my lips against hers.

   "How about a cheer?" I asked as I eased the cups of her bikini top off
her breasts.

   "Give me an F.  Give me a U.  Give me a C.  Give me a..."

   I gave her Big Tony.  I drove my cock deep inside her.  "Still think I
don't want to do this?"

   Darlene shook her head and, more, her face told me that she believed.

   I started stroking into her.  When I felt like I was on the edge, I'd
stop and play with her tits or just caress her face.  She had to cum first.

   "This feels so good," she said as I started again.  "The other guys..."

   To be honest, right then, I didn't want to discuss other guys.

   "The other guys would do me four or five times, cum, then want to roll
over and take a nap."

   "Like I said," getting drawn into her conversation whether I wanted to
or not.  "You've been with the wrong guys."

   `You just keep going."

   "The Energizer Bunny's my uncle."

   "Can we do this forever?" she whispered.

   I knew she was close.  So was I, but she had to be first.

   I laughed, "It might get a little crowded in her around bedtime, it's
Robbie's turn."

   I drove deep inside her.  She grabbed my hips and thrust her pussy up to
meet me, and we both exploded.  I slowed my pace and milked my wilting
dick, wondering if there would be anything left for Robbie tonight, and if
she'd hurt me if there wasn't.

   * * *

   Darlene and I stepped into the sunlight a few minutes later.

   "I'd say she's purring," Tami said with a grin.  Kelly and Traci
giggled, and I didn't have to look to know that Darlene was bright red.

   "Not bad, stud," Robby said as I sat back in my chair.  "Forty-five
minutes and you're almost done."

   "Almost?  I got everybody purring," I said with maybe too much pride.

   "Not everybody," Mikee said and glanced at Traci.

   "You've got to be kidding!"

   Traci was red, and I could feel the heat in my own cheeks.

   "She is part of the group," Robbie pointed out.

   "She's my..." I didn't finish, I knew it wouldn't do any good.  I stood
again and walked toward my tent.  I stopped at the doorway and looked back
at Traci.  "Coming?"

   Traci looked as confused as I felt, but she jumped up and raced inside
the tent.  I hesitated and looked back at the other girls.  "She's my
sister, I'm going to need some extra stimulation.  Mikee...  no, Robbie,
come on."

   Robbie looked surprised but stood and walked over.  I held the opening
for her, then followed her in.  Traci was sitting cross legged on my
sleeping bag looking worried, and now as she saw Robbie, surprised.

   I closed the opening, looked at Robbie and pointed at my sister.  "Make
her purr." I swear, Traci got even redder than she had outside.

   "That's your job," Robbie said.

   "I'm just supposed to make everyone purr.  No one said I couldn't
subcontract." I reached into my gym bag and pulled out a book.  I'd bought
Ben Bova's latest just before the road trip and hadn't even cracked it yet.
I sat in the corner, my back to the two girls and opened the book.

   Behind me I heard, "You can't.  Tony's right there."

   "Tony's in his own little world," Robbie said.

   "But..." Traci started, then moaned softly.  I shut her out and
concentrated on Dan Randolph and his quest for space.

   Chapter 13

   "You cheated, didn't you?" Tami accused as we walked later that night.

   "Cheated?"

   "With your sister?"

   I grinned.  "That sounds like a Jerry Springer show.  Guys who cheated
on their fiancees with their sisters."

   Tami didn't stomp her foot, but I think she wanted to.  "You know what I
mean."

   I grinned again.  "You wanted her to purr, and when she left my tent,
she was purring.  How could that be cheating?"

   "You're a sneaky bastard."

   "I'll have you know my parents were married at the time of my birth, and
I have the documents to prove it."

   Tami had kind of wrapped herself around my arm as we walked, and now she
laid her head on my shoulder.  "You ready for tomorrow?" she asked softly.

   "What's tomorrow?"

   "Didn't I tell you?"

   "No."

   Tami lifted her head and grinned at me.  "Cheater," she said and skipped
away towards camp.

   I watched the sway of her backside as she skipped away.

   I figure twenty years in a monastery, studying serenity and calmness,
and I might be ready to deal with girls.

   * * *

   "What are you doing here?"

   "You're disappointed."

   I took a deep breath.  `Cheerleaders are not supposed to have
self-esteem issues,' I thought as I looked down at the naked one lying on
my sleeping bag.

   "Lady, if you go all sensitive on me because I was surprised, I swear
I'll put you over my knee and spank you so hard they'll hear you crying on
the other side of the canyon."

   Darlene smiled.  "If that's how you get your jollies?"

   I sighed.  If I borrowed Tami's laptop, I could research monasteries and
leave in the morning.  "I thought it was Robbie's turn," I said as I pulled
off my t-shirt.  "That's the way you did it last time." I dropped my shorts
and underwear down to my ankles, then kicked them toward the tent wall.

   Even in the low light of the tent, I could see Darlene blush.  "Tomorrow
night might not be good for me.  It's, uh, well kinda..."

   "Inconvenient," I supplied.

   Darlene looked relieved and nodded.  "So Robbie and I traded."

   "I'm glad you did," I said, sinking to my knees.  "After this afternoon,
I'm not sure I could handle Monster Girl."

   Darlene's smile drooped a little.  "You mean I'm not as good."

   I swear I'm gonna slap her upside the head.  Then I'm driving back to
Washington to kick her step-dad in the ass.  I thought about just lying
down and going to sleep, but self-esteem issues weren't her fault, it was
her step-dad, and probably her real dad before him.  I had the advantage of
parents who always told me I could do anything and made me believe.  Of
course, they lied a lot; they told raci the same thing.

   "I mean Robbie's more energetic.  I love making it with all of you.  I
don't compare, I just appreciate the differences.  I enjoyed being your
first last week..."

   "But you weren't my first.  I told you..."

   "Jerks who are only in it for themselves don't count.  I enjoyed being
your first last week, I enjoyed being your second this afternoon, and I'm
going to enjoy being your third in about two minutes."

   Darlene giggled.

   I took a minute to kiss her long and hard as I lay down beside her.

   "Are you smart?" I asked as I leaned down and kissed her nipple.

   ""Yes," she said, pushing her chest out at me.

   "Are you pretty?" I licked the valley between her breasts.

   "I guess."

   I stopped and looked her in the eye.  "Are you pretty?"

   Darlene blushed.  "I'm pretty."

   I kissed her and went back to licking her valley, my hand moving down to
stroke the soft downy hair above her pussy.

   "Are you athletic?"

   "I'm just a cheerleader."

   I stopped what I was doing and looked at her again.  "Cheerleaders
aren't athletes?  Just anybody off the street can come in and do those
routines?  Can work their asses off during an entire football or basketball
game?"

   "Well..."

   "Are you athletic?"

   "Yes," she said and, I think, believed it.

   "So why the fuck don't you think you're entitled to a good time?"

   Darlene pulled back.  "What?"

   I rolled her on her back and straddled her, looking down "Every time
we're alone, you've got this idea that I'm going to be disappointed.  Lady,
the only guys who'd be disappointed to be alone with you are gay or dead.
Probably both.  Why don't you think you're as good as everybody else?"

   "I do," she said defiantly looking up at me, then she turned her head
and looked at the wall.  "It's just..."

   "Keep talking," I told her.  "I can stay here all night.  I'm kinda
enjoying the view."

   Darlene looked back at me, blushed, and looked away again.

   "Are you as good as everybody?"

   "Almost everybody," she said without looking up at me.

   "Okay, we're making progress." Maybe I'll be a therapist, if I can have
all great-looking female patients and counsel them like this.  "So who
aren't you as good as?"

   "Just...  nobody, okay?"

   Suddenly I had an insight.  Maybe the mind reading thing was finally
kicking in.  "Are you as good as Mikee?" I asked as a lead-in.

   "She's a freshman.  Of course I am." Darlene said, jerking her face
toward me.

   "Okay, so you're into age discrimination as well as esteem issues."

   Darlene glared.

   "By the way, call her a freshman and she'll probably slap you.  She's
been a sophomore since she got her report card and passed all her classes.
Are you as good as Tami?  As Robbie?"

   A flicker of something crossed her face, and she looked away again. 
"I..."

   I leaned down and kissed her nose.  "Why aren't you as good as Robbie?"

   "I, uh, she's so damn good at everything."

   "She is, isn't she?" I agreed.

   Even in the dim light I could tell Darlene blushed.  I leaned down and
kissed her gently.

   "I mean she's better at football and baseball than any of the guys."

   I cleared my throat loudly.  "Most of the guys," I amended and polished
my fingernails on my bare chest.  Then for good measure, I polished them on
her left breast.  It must have tickled, `cause she giggled.

   "And she's so good at school.  And she sings.  And she..."

   "Stop!  You'll give me a complex next.  Look, Robbie's one in a million.
So what?  When I grow up--if I grow up--I'd like to be smarter than
Einstein, more athletic than Jim Thorpe and handsomer than Orlando Bloom.
It ain't gonna happen.  So I can get depressed, or I can be the best me I
can be."

   "Who's Jim Thorpe?"

   I looked at the ceiling of the tent and shook my head.  "Damn American
education system," I muttered.  I looked back down at Darlene.  "Jim Thorpe
was probably the greatest all-around athlete in history, but the point is,
I ain't him.  And you ain't her.  You're Darlene.  You're beautiful.  You
don't play football or baseball, but you're a damn good cheerleader.  You
may not be the best student in the school, but you're a good student, a
hell of a lot better than your step-brother.  You sing good.  I mean,
Robbie has something special, but you're good.  I've heard you sing. 
People like hearing you sing, and that's all it's about."

   I kissed her again.  First her mouth, then her eyelids, her nose, and
her forehead.  "For better or worse, you're Darlene.  Live with it." I
reached down and positioned my throbbing cock to enter her.  "Enjoy it." I
slid easily into her.  "Be the best Darlene you can be.  And..."

   My cock had been waiting too long.  As I drove it deeply within her, it
spasmed, and I shuddered as the first wave of pleasure hit me.  Damn!  I
not only didn't get her to finish, I barely got her started.

   She must have read my mind, `cause she pulled me down and hugged me. 
"It's okay, that was just the first one," she whispered.

   "Of many," I agreed.

   Chapter Fourteen

   "You're not glad to see me?"

   In the dim light of the tent I couldn't see her face, but the voice was
pouty enough.

   "I, uh..." I looked down my naked body at my cock, who apparently wasn't
coming out to play.  "I'm always glad to see you," I told Tami truthfully.
"And seeing you naked on my sleeping bag is a treat for my eyes.  I'm
just..." I knelt down next to her.

   "Oh shut up and hold me," she said, sitting up.  I wrapped my arms
around her and pulled her in tight.  "You can tell me about it later," she
whispered.

   "I don't know if I can." I wasn't sure if I spoke out loud or not, but
Tami held me tighter.

   * * *

   Yesterday had started pretty normal.  We had a lazy day, mostly just
hanging around the camp.  We walked to several of the viewpoints and
checked out the canyon, but mostly it's a big hole in the ground.  I
thought it might be cool to go down inside it, but Tami said she had no
intention of spending her day with her ass bouncing off another ass, and
that was that.

   About two I got the munchies, so Darlene and I walked up to the little
store in Grand Canyon Village, stopping a couple of times to make out.  I
could say that it was all part of her therapy, but the truth was, she made
a nice little bundle in my arms.  Plus, it made a few little old ladies
raise some eyebrows.  The exercise was good for them.

   Just before four I was lying on a towel in the sun and thinking
seriously about a nap when Tami jumped to her feet and announced we were
late.

   "Late for what?" several of us asked together.

   Tami grinned.  "We're late, we're late, for a very important date," she
sing-songed.  Before I could strangle her, she added, "Everybody into the
van."

   We drove back to Williams, where Tami had us entered in another karaoke
contest at another Elks club.  I wondered if karaoke was part of the Elks
creed, but I had to admire Tami's research abilities and wonder why she was
only a B student.

   I did Skin and Robbie did My Way.  With a little coaxing, Mikee did I
Say a Little Prayer, and after I dragged her on stage with me, Darlene and
I did Elton John's Don't Go Breaking My Heart as a duet.  But it was Traci
who brought the house down with Climb Every Mountain.  As Traci collected
her trophy, I was beginning to wonder if I'd given her too much
self-confidence.  I mean, she was my little sister.  I wanted her to do
good, but I didn't want her to start beating me.

   Traci had her trophy and a hundred bucks prize money, but the rest of us
got skunked by the locals.

   Personally, I think it was rigged.

   We grabbed dinner at a Taco Bell and headed back to the canyon.

   We got back about ten, and Tami and I took a walk along the rim while
the others settled down.

   "You know, tomorrow while we're on the road I need to find a wi-fi
hotspot and spend some time on the internet," Tami said as we started back
toward the camp.

   "Why?" I asked, sensing that I was being set-up.  I hadn't even known we
were back on the road tomorrow.  South to Mexico?  East to Texas?  North
toward Colorado, or maybe west, back the way we came?

   "I need to download some boilerplate."

   "Boilerplate?" The word sounded familiar but I couldn't make it fit the
context.

   "You know, standard contract stuff."

   I didn't look at her face, but I knew she was grinning.

   "What kind of contract?" I asked, knowing I was going to regret it.

   "Management contracts for you and the others.  I need to get you all
signed before that Timmers guy or somebody else beats me to it.  Don't
worry, I just get sixty percent off the top."

   "Sixty percent!"

   "It's standard."

   Oh well.  At least she'll be able to take care of me in my old age. 
Though with Tami as a manager, we'll still be touring in our nineties, just
like The Rolling Stones.

   I was shaking my head in wonder as I kissed her goodnight.

   * * *

   I watched Tami go into the big tent, then turned toward mine.  I
hesitated at the door, looking in the mesh window.  In the dim light I
could just make out the gentle curve of Robbie's bare hip.  She was turned
away from me, but that didn't stop me appreciating the lines of her body.

   I slipped in the flap of the tent and quickly pulled off my shorts and
shirt.  That was when I realized that Robbie was moving.  She was... 
what's the word?  Undulating.  I wondered if she was playing with herself,
which kind of ticked me off.  It was like inviting someone to dinner, then
starting without them.  On the other hand, it was a hell of a turn-on.

   * * *

   It took me a minute to realize that Tami wasn't hugging me anymore.  She
was holding me loosely and looking at me.  No, not looking: staring.

   Tami stood.  "Get dressed," she ordered and started picking up her own
clothes.

   "You're kicking me out of my own tent?"

   Tami smiled.  I couldn't see her smile, but I heard it in her voice. 
"I'm not kicking you out.  We're going to take a walk."

   "I just had a walk," I protested.

   "You do your best thinking when you walk.  You need to think."

   Wrong lady.  The last thing I need to do is think.

   * * *

   "Start the party without me?" I asked as I dropped to my knees.

   Robbie rolled onto her back, and I realized that there was something
attached to her tit.  Someone.

   My eyes adjusted to the darkness of the tent, and I could make out two
bodies.  Robbie's and someone who was sucking her tit for all it was worth.
Traci.

   I could kill Robbie and drop her body in the canyon.

   I could kill Robbie and leave her body in the desert to mummify.

   I could...  I could...

   "Would you two like to be alone?" I asked softly.

   Robbie was grinning.  I knew it without having to see her face.  "I
thought Traci deserved a reward after her song tonight."

   "I could leave," I offered.  Traci stopped what she was doing and lifted
her head toward me, though I couldn't see her face.

   "Don't be silly," she said.

   "Traci and I..."

   Robbie laughed softly.  "There is no Traci and you.  There's Traci and
me.  There's Tony and me.  There's no Traci and you."

   I wondered who was really getting rewarded.

   I suppose it was inevitable.  I mean, I'd brought my sister into my tent
to be molested...  ravished...  pleasured by my girlfriend...  my
mistress...  my alternate girlfriend.  Whatever the hell was Robbie to me?
My head hurt.

   I missed simpler times.

   I tried to tell myself that girls had cooties, but it didn't work.  One,
I still didn't know what a cootie was, and two, girls had attributes that
outweighed them, whatever they were.

   I decided the problem wasn't girls, it was sisters.  Aunt Patti always
liked Traci.  Maybe I could farm her out.

   "Hey, stud!  Waiting for an invitation?"

   I could kill Robbie and...

   I could...

   I crawled between her legs and started licking the second sweetest pussy
on the west coast.  Traci was still working on her tits.

   * * *

   As Tami and I walked along the road, I looked up at the sky.  The New
Mexico sky seemed different from last night's Arizona sky, or the
California, Oregon, and Washington skies before it.  I didn't know why, a
few hundred miles shouldn't make that much of a difference.  But it seemed
different.

   "Counting stars?" Tami asked.

   "No, I...  I don't know what I'm doing."

   "Want to talk about it?"

   "No, I..."

   "Okay."

   We walked on down the road.  I wondered if I'd feel it when Tami read my
mind.

   * * *

   I plunged my cock deeper into Robbie while my sister pressed her cunt
down on the redhead's face.  Now that's a sentence I never thought I'd use.
But after an hour, it seemed natural.  Well, maybe not natural, but a lot
less unnatural.

   I was lying along Robbie's body, and occasionally my head would brush up
against Traci's hip, but I didn't jerk it away like I had at first.

   I felt myself building toward a climax.  I knew that Robbie had cum two
or three times already, and I think that Traci had her beat.  I drove deep
one more time.  Then it felt like every muscle in my body seized at once.
The feeling lasted three or four eternities, then the spigot opened up.  I
started pumping gallon after gallon of sperm into her and I collapsed
against her.

   Just then Traci started thrashing next to my head.  I smiled as I lay on
Robbie.  It felt kinda good knowing my little sister was sharing the same
feeling I'd just had.  I guess I was getting used to the concept of my
sister, my baby sister, as a sexual being.

   I rolled to the side and was asleep before my head found the pillow I
was sharing with Robbie.

   * * *

   "So what did Traci do?" Tami asked after a long silence.

   "She didn't do anything.  She...  I...  Don't you know it's rude to read
other people's thoughts?"

   Tami squeezed my hand.  "Strangers, maybe.  Yours, never."

   * * *

   I woke from a very good dream that involved Lindsay Lohan, Hilary Duff,
and the back seat of a Volkswagen Bug.  Cramped but cozy.  I didn't open my
eyes, but could tell the tent was flooded with early morning sunlight.

   As I lay on my back, I wondered If could get back to sleep.

   Then I remembered that my life was as good as my dreams while Robbie's
hand caressed my early morning hard-on.  I realized that she was straddling
me, and decided to let her have her way with a sleeping man.  The little
pre-vert.

   In my mind I could picture her red-fringed pussy as she rubbed my cock
head along her warm moist lips.  I could picture the satisfied smile on her
face as she toyed with me, she thought without my knowledge.  I decided
that when we got back I was changing her nickname from Monster Girl to
Insatiable.

   Her lips separated, and I could feel the Big Tony's head slip barely
inside.  She held me there for a minute, then slowly enveloped my best
friend right to the root.

   I thrashed around a little as if reacting to sensations in my sleep.  I
let my arms flop out to the sides, my right hand settling on Robbie's tit.
Even in sleep her nipples seemed stiff and ready for play.  I tried not to
grin as I squeezed...

   Robbie's tit?!?!

   But Robbie was...

   Oh, my God!

   I opened my eyes and saw my sister...  my baby sister, mounted on my
cock.

   I had to stop...

   I had...

   I...

   Big Tony erupted.

   * * *

   "You had sex with your sister." When Tami said it, it wasn't an
accusation, just a calm statement of a fact.

   "Yeah," I admitted.

   "Now you're weirded out."

   "Weirded," I repeated.

   "That explains a lot.  I don't think you looked at her all day."

   "I couldn't."

   "You barely talked."

   "I didn't have anything to say."

   Tami squeezed my hand again, then turned us so we were walking back
toward our campsite.

   "So you're celibate?"

   "I..."

   "That's going to make the six kids you planned kinda difficult."

   "I..."

   "Of course there's a few guys who'd be happy to help out."

   "I..."

   Tami stopped.  She let go of my hand and cupped my face in her hands. 
She was looking into my eyes.  I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. 
"Tony, it's okay."

   "I had sex with my sister," I said, finally pulling my eyes away from
hers and looking down.

   Tami lifted my head and trapped my eyes again.  "It's okay."

   "I had sex with my sister," I said again, my voice barely a whisper.

   For a second, I thought she was going to slap me.  "Tony Marion Sims!"
her words were a slap.  "Did you force her?  Did you hold her down and
smash your battering ram into her virgin pussy?"

   "Of course not." I couldn't believe she'd even suggest it.  And Traci
wasn't a virgin, not since...  well, she wasn't a virgin.

   "Did you order her?  Or blackmail her?"

   "No!"

   "Was it your idea?  Or hers?"

   "It was...  it doesn't matter."

   "It does matter.  I know you'd never do anything to hurt Traci.  And so
does she." Tami pulled my face down and kissed me gently.  Then she took my
hand again and half-pulled me down the road toward our camp.

   "It's still my fault.  If I wasn't..."

   "If you weren't sleeping with her best friend?  And her best friend's
sister?  And your girlfriend?  And Robbie and Darlene?"

   "Yeah."

   "Did you ever consider that you may have saved her?"

   "Saved her?"

   "If she didn't have you around, if she didn't see how you treat women,
if she didn't see how you respect women, she might have fallen for some
slick bad-boy like Kenny Temple."

   Kenny Temple.  For a moment my mind filled with an image of him forcing
his sister down on a bed and...

   "Tony!" Tami said in distress.

   I realized I'd started to squeeze her hand as I thought about Kenny.  I
let go quickly. Tami rubbed her hand.  "I think the problem is you're not
talking to the right person." We'd gotten back to the edge of our campsite.
"Stay!" she ordered as if I were a puppy.

   * * *

   As my cock deflated, I pushed Traci off to the side and jumped to my
feet.  I grabbed my shorts from the floor of the tent and raced out.  I
stopped for a second to pull my shorts on, the image of Traci's face, her
eyes closed as I filled her cunt, burned into my mind.

   I started running.

   * * *

   Tami came out of the big tent, smiled, and went into mine.

   A minute later, Traci came out of the big tent, still rubbing sleep from
her eyes.

   "You're mad at me," she said as she stood in front of me.

   "I love you," I said and pulled her close and gave her a very
unbrotherly kiss.  "But it ain't happening again."

   "Robbie says you're a prude," she said with just a hint of a smile.

   "Robbie thinks Casanova and the Marquis de Sade are prudes."

   "Who?"

   "Never mind." I put my arm around my sister's waist and started us
walking down the road.  "It doesn't matter what Robbie thinks, it's what I
think.  And I'm not comfortable..."

   "But..."

   "I'm not comfortable with it.  Look, what if I said that you had to have
sex with Patrick Haney?"

   "Yuck!" Patrick was a boy in her class.  He was nice, but at thirteen he
was already about sixty pounds overweight and drooled.

   "There's nothing wrong with having sex with Patrick.  He's a nice kid,
but you're not comfortable about it."

   "Never."

   I smiled.  "That's how I feel about you.  I'm just not comfortable with
anything physical."

   "You think I'm ugly."

   I was tempted to slap her upside the head before she turned into another
Darlene.  "It's not about ugly.  I think Peter Temple's kinda cute, but I'm
not comfortable with bending him over the end of the sofa and having sex
with him."

   "Yuck!"

   I grinned.  "I think you're beautiful.  And I think you're sexy.  Seeing
you skinny-dip and seeing you with Robbie was a major turn-on, but I think
of you as my sister, not a girl."

   "But if I wasn't your sister?"

   I smiled to myself.  I'd known that question was coming.

   "If you weren't my sister, there's no way you would have waited till
this summer to lose your cherry."

   I hoped she had the grace to blush.

   * * *

   I ran for almost a half-an-hour, probably six or seven miles along the
trails next to the canyon.  I didn't stop until my lungs felt like an alien
was trying to claw it's way out of them.  I stopped, then, hands behind my
head to help my breathing get back to normal, I walked back toward camp.

   It was almost ten when I got back.  I'd been gone almost
three-and-a-half hours.  The girls all gave me quizzical looks, but they
didn't ask and I didn't tell.  The tents were down and sort of folded, so I
loaded them into the trailer while the girls gathered the rest of our
stuff.

   Without having said a word I slid into the driver's seat, started the
van and waited for the rest of the group.  Tami sat in the passenger seat
next to me, and I didn't bother to look where anybody else was.  I put the
van in gear and we hit the road again.

   It took about an hour to get down past the south end of the canyon and
onto I-40.  Tami sat and watched me without saying a word, which suited me
just fine.

   About one I pulled off the interstate toward Holbrook.  I found a KFC
right on Navajo Boulevard and pulled into the parking lot.  I hadn't
bothered asking anybody what they wanted.  I got a buffet, then found a
table and sat and ate.  The girls sat a few tables away respecting my mood.
We were back on the interstate half-an-hour later.

   It was almost five when we got to Sante Fe, and about five-thirty before
we found the Aspen Basin Campground.  It was small and rugged, but
beautiful.  There were only a few other campers since it was a Thursday,
and Tami didn't set us up with a concert.  I wondered if she planned it
that way or if she just decided that in my mood it wasn't worth it.

   * * *

   "Are we good?" Traci asked after we'd walked silently for a ways.

   "You tell me.  Can you live with my inhibitions?  Can you handle your
big brother the prude?"

   Traci stopped, then pulled me into a long and unsisterly kiss.  "You
don't mind if I keep trying to tempt you?" she asked seductively when it
was over.

   "I wouldn't have it any other way," I said, giving her ass a quick slap.

   My life might not be simple, but it was interesting.
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