    Title: Justice For Megan
    Author: Eskimo1958
    Summary: Jeff meets a conservative college woman, and a romance blossoms. With
    help from her father and others, they get revenge for some unsavory deeds commited
    against her and another coed.
    Keywords:MF, rom, Virgin, revenge

I was looking up at the stage from my spot at the back of the large crowd. Up there, I could see five girls, all college age like myself, wearing thin, cotton t-shirts and bikini bottoms, as the crowd, mostly guys, cheered as water was poured over the girls bodies.

I chuckled, as I listened to the obnoxious catcalls from the audience. Two of my friends were in the crowd, scattered about, probably drunk off their ass's, and we've only been here on spring break for ten hours. I smirked as I looked around, seeing more spring break partiers, male and female, strolling about behind me, all smiling as they caught a glimpse of what was going on up on stage.

The crowd went nuts when a tall, thin brunette with ample breasts, peeled her shirt off, letting her firm, damp hooters jiggle in the warm, Florida air. I laughed, as one of my friends came up to me, saying "Hey Jeff, she's fuckin' hot! Isn't she!"

I nodded, and raised my cup of sprite into the air, as signaling he was right. I then heard a female voice behind me say "So all you guys think she's hot, huh?"

I turned to see a blond coed, hair neatly pulled up on top of her head with fine lace covering it, and definitely looking out of place wearing a long skirt and a long sleeve, high neck blouse, while damn near every woman I see around me are nearly naked. Especially on stage, as two of the other contestants are now sans tops, strutting their rather impressive tan lines. I shot back with a smart ass remark, "Well, it is a warm day, and she does look to be a bit overheated."

She glared back at me from behind her wire-rimmed glasses, her pale skin in dire need of some make-up, as she replied "I can't believe how you men all ogle such, such decadence."

Well now, obviously some sort of religious type, as I said "You're a little out of place, aren't you?"

She looked back towards the stage, "My friends needed someone that didn't drink to come along."

I made a guess, "Which one's on stage are your friends?"

She showed no emotion, as she pointed out "The redhead and the girl with long black hair." She gasped "Oh my god!" I snickered, as the latter one just dropped her bikini bottoms and turned around, spread her legs wide, bent down and grabbed her ankles, smiling and waving to the crowd as her nice melons did a fairly good gravity test.

I said "Impressive."

"She's drunk. She started in as soon as we left campus yesterday morning." She stated, a bit of coolness in her voice.

Oh what the fuck, let's be sociable. Since she's the only other sober person that I've ran into in the past ten hours. I asked "What college you guys go to."

"Anderson U, in Indiana." she replied, before asking me, "And you?"

"We're from the same state, I'm at Purdue." I stuck out my hand, "Jeff Hartman."

She smiled, sort of, as she took my hand and shook it, telling me "I'm Megan Brock."

"Pleased to meet you, Megan. So, how many friends did you come down with?" I asked.

"Three. Those two and one other that last I saw had a boy stuck to each hip." She said sarcastically.

"You're not use to wild partying, are you Megan." I said it as a statement, and she frowned.

"I don't see any use in it." She replied.

Laughing, I said "That's because there isn't any. It's just a bunch of kids blowing off steam. Letting themselves let go of life for once."

She blew my statement off, as she asked "So how many guys are with you?"

"Four others. Not sure where they all are. They all just have to meet me at the van on Friday at seven in the evening." I answered.

She looked at me funny, "Aren't you all staying together?"

I laughed, "Naw, it's my van, and I'm sleeping in it while they shack up where they can. Do you girls have a place?"

She sighed, "Yeah, a motel room with two queen size beds and a roll-a-way."

"Comfy." I snorted.

"Not hardly." She said, before saying "Oh no." I looked at what she was looking at, the black haired friend of hers just fell off stage and was struggling towards the back of the crowd, stark naked. Megan tried rushing forward, and I exhaled and thought, 'Oh what the fuck!', as I followed her. We cut through the crowd, my six-five two-hundred pound frame cutting through to get the girl. She was squealing with laughter as guys were grabbing her and fondling her bare-ass naked body. The redhead wasn't doing much better, staggering through, I think she had on her bikini bottoms, not sure.

Megan grabbed the black haired girl, and I got the redhead, and we escorted them both through the crowd, as jeers were showered our way, which didn't seem to stop the probing of hands on the redheads flesh, and I'm sure on the black-haired girl or Megan. I had to laugh as I saw Megan’s fist fly up and catch some guy clean square in the chops, sending him backwards. I fought my way forward to get between him and Megan, so nothing more happened, as two of my buddies soon arrived. We got out of the crowd, and one of the guys, Dan, said "Wow Jeff, you got three of them."

Pat snorted, as he looked at Megan, and said "Well, two and a half."

Megan glared, and I thought she was about to belt Pat, as I said "Help me get these two into the van, they're pretty much toasted, we'll take them to their motel."

Toasted is an understatement. These two were falling down drunk. As we got to my van, Pat asked "Do all your college classmates party like this."

Megan shot back, "No, they just fell to temptation."

As I unlocked and opened the side door, the redhead hurled, luckily missing anyone but her own bare legs.

Dan and Pat both laughed, as Dan said "Well, welcome to spring break!"

Megan was red with anger, as Pat helped her get the black haired girl into the van. I grabbed a towel, and I wiped off the vomit off of the redhead's rather nice looking legs as Dan held her up, his arms wrapped about her waist. She was moaning, and turned her face to look over her shoulder, and I heard Dan say "Whew, that ain't pretty."

Nor was this end, as I was wiping the puke off the girl, although I was stealing glances at her very naked pubic mound. I got most of it off, as I stood and tossed the towel onto the roof, before helping Dan toss her inside. I was really hoping that neither one would get sick inside, as Megan opened the passenger door, and climbed in. I said to Dan and Pat, "Get in."

They climbed in, taking seats on the floor, as I closed the door once they were inside. For this trip, I took out the middle and rear seat, and put in a large air mattress, so the two drunks were laying stark naked across the floor of the van, and Dan and Pat were sitting on the edge of the bed. I got in, started it up, and asked "Where to, Megan?"

She stared straight out the front window, saying "Turn left out of the parking lot, and go to the second light, turn right, the motel is the third one on the left."

I followed her directions, and pulled into the motel parking lot. There were people everywhere, strolling around and having a good old time, as she motioned me to pull into a space next to a white Cadillac. I asked "Yours?"

She replied "No, it's April's parents. The redhead." As she opened the door, and went to the motel room door right in front of us. She took a key out of her pocket, opened the door, stepped inside, and within three seconds, she stepped out backwards, closing the door tightly and putting her hand to her chest, her whole face looking like she was in a state of shock.

Dan asked "What the fuck?"

I didn't wait, as I saw her struggling to keep the door closed. Her strength was no match for whoever was on the other side, as just as I got there, her grip let go, and the door came flying open. Oh, what a sight! There had to be about six or eight guys, and three girls. All naked, and all having a gangbang. And the guy that was wanting Megan to join was a good foot shorter than I, and he looked up and said "Oh, shit."

As I stood in the doorway, I said to Megan as I gazed into the room, "Why don't you go on in and get yours and the girls things. And some towels."

Megan scooted on by, the participants not on the bed, maybe three of them, watching her as she walked over to a bunch of suitcases, and picking them up and coming back out of the room. Yeah, it was a sight to behold. My pecker liked it, and I really would have liked to stick around. Especially to nail the blond that was on her hands and knees, a cock fucking her hard while another one was stuffing her mouth. Her very nice and firm tits swaying underneath her. My attention was brought back to reality, as Megan tugged on the back of my pants, saying coldly "Have enough?"

"Hell, I hadn't even started." I replied, as I closed the door, and followed her to the van. We climbed in, as Pat asked "So what's going on?"

I laughed, "An orgy."

Pat exclaimed "Shit, I'm in!", as he opened the side door, and he and Dan rushed out and to the door, with Megan glaring at them, as they knocked on the room door, it opened, and they disappeared inside. The door quickly closing behind them.

I backed out, and headed out of the parking lot, as Megan asked "Now what?"

"First," I started, "Let's get these two cleaned up."

As I drove down the street, she asked "How do you suppose that we'll manage that?"

Good question, but it was answered for me, as I smiled after five blocks, when I saw the automatic car wash. It wasn't a pull-through type, so better yet. I backed in, and got it to an angle so that the side door would be blocked from view from the street. I looked at her and smiled, and she said "Okay mister smarty pants. Now how do you suppose we do this?"

All I said was "Come on.", as I opened my door and got out. I came around to the side, and she was there, opening the door. Oh yeah, a redhead and a blackhead, passed out cold. Stark naked to boot. I would love to take time to describe them, but, well, that would really take too much time. And since the redhead was the only one that had gotten sick, so far, she was the only one in need of a shower. I reached in, grabbed her arms, and pulled her up to a sitting position. Talk about dead weight. Maybe five-two in height, barely one hundred and thirty pounds at the most, with a rather nice set of knockers, she was a lot to handle being passed out. I really didn't want to touch her lower body, since that's where the vomit was, and it was a heck of a time to get her out of the van and leaned up against the side of it. I asked "You got quarters?" as I smiled. The towel, I left it on the roof and it was still there. At least something is going right.

Megan mumbled something, and she disappeared from my sight, only to return a few moments later. She didn't wait to be told to start it up, as she went to the control box, inserted a bunch of coins, and the water wand sprang to life. She held it in her hands, and pointed it at the redhead and I, and I screamed, "No! Don't spray us." I reached up, grabbing the towel, and tossing it on the ground, "Rinse that out, then we'll soap it up and wash her down with it. That jet spray would peel her skin off."

She had look of wonderment on her face, as she said "Ohhhhh." She aimed for the towel, and started washing it off. Once it was soaped up, she picked it up, and wiped her friends lower body off with it. The redhead moaned, and I was really hoping that she wouldn't get sick again. It was while Megan was rinsing out the towel that the black haired girl poked her head out of the door, and did a technicolor yawn.

As both Megan and I made a face of disgust from the smell from another round of fresh vomit, I was very happy to see that she didn't puke all over the inside of my van. Especially since this was only the first night in town, and we had five more to go. She did get the running board, and as the girl crawled back in, after giving me a curious look, probably wondering why I was holding onto her very naked friend, she curled up, and groaned, going back to sleep.

I instructed Megan, "Wipe their faces, get them cleaned up, then we'll get them dressed."

I then heard "Having trouble?"

Aw shit, I looked up to see a smiling policeman. I heard Megan mutter something about her parents, as I responded "Well officer, I'm not exactly sure."

He was grinning, so I was pretty sure that I was safe, as he asked "Sure about what, mister?"

"I'm not exactly sure why I'm helping this girl," I nodded my head towards Megan's direction, as my hands were busy, still holding up a still very naked redhead. "In getting her friends under control."

"Do these young ladies have any clothes?" he asked, and I could tell that under those sunglasses, he was admiring the redheads ample tits. Hell, I was!

Megan answered, "Yes officer, we just went to the motel to get our bags. They needed cleaned up first. And then Jeff was going to help me get something on them."

"Which motel? He asked.

Megan replied "The Rainbow Sunset."

He laughed, "Well, don't go back there, we've about a dozen officers that will be raiding a wild party shortly." He read Megan’s shocked face, and said "Oh, guess you know about the party." He chuckled, and added, "You two are okay, get them out of sight and dressed. The police station is on Main, you can check on your friends tomorrow."

With that, he turned and walked away, and both of us exhaled deeply, then we looked at each other and laughed. She helped me get the redhead into the van, and I finally remembered what name that Megan had called her, April, as I closed the door, and we were soon out of the car wash.

Megan asked "Where to?"

I replied "A large parking lot, with lots of cars."

"Why?" her face a look of bewilderment.

"Because, we won't stand out if we tried parking somewhere empty." I answered her.

I found a Wall-mart, that'll do! Pulled in between some vehicles, and I climbed into the back, with Megan following me. Being a smart ass, I asked "Gee, I don't know, maybe we should leave them like this."

I was surprised when she said "Well, at least they wouldn't get sick on their clothes."

I looked at her, shrugged, and said "There's blankets over there in that box." I was pointing towards the corner between the wheel well and the rear door. She went over, pulled out two, and covered the girls up.

She looked up, asking "Now what?"

"You hungry?"

"Yeah."

There were a bunch of chain restaurants around the plaza that Wally-world was in, as I said "Let's eat. These two ain't going anywhere."

She smiled, saying "Okay."

So off we went, locking the van up behind us, as we walked over to the nearest restaurant, an Applebee's, and had dinner. Thus began an interesting relationship. For the rest of the week, Megan slept in the back of the van, as I slept in the passenger seat, reclining the seat all the way. The next morning April and Becca, the black haired girl, woke with terrific hangovers, and they stayed in the van at night as well. The two girls ventured out but the two ex-drunks didn't partake in any more partying. They were rather embarrassed when Megan explained how we cleaned them up. And they came back to the van each evening to crash with Megan on the bed.

As for the other girl, one of the three girls in that motel room was Megan's classmates. They spent the night in jail, as did my friends Dan and Pat. And, it seems Rick and Paul ended up there as well, on an entirely different incident involving drinking and seeing who could piss the farthest off a wall. Those five, as well as a multitude of others that partied a little too much, were eventually enlisted in the city's fight against litter, as if they didn't work, their parents would be called.

So, what did Megan and I do for most of the week? Not much. We walked, talked, and ate. Admired the drunken stupidness of our fellow collegians, and waved hi to our favorite police man from time to time. And Megan stayed dressed in her conservative outfit the whole time. To bathe, we did use the public showers at the beach, and for the bathroom, we used the restroom facilities wherever we ate. I did ask if she wanted to go swimming , but she said she didn't bring a suit. Now why the hell wouldn't she? Oh yeah, one of those conservative religious types. I wonder what her parents will say when she tells them what happened this week.

I did find out more about her, as she really opened up after the first day. As a matter of fact, she never really shut up. Her family was form Portland, Indiana, and she is the oldest girl of ten children. I about shit on that one. She and her family are some sort of Pentecostal religion thing, and her parents were not too sure about her going to Florida. She's a Freshman, and her major is still undecided. And she went on and on about her home life. It got rather monotonous, actually, but I hung in there. Heck, by then I knew that I wasn't going to get any, and the police had shut down most of the partiers, so no use trying to find some somewhere else.

She would ask me about myself, and I would fill her in on some things, but not all. I've always been rather private about my life, so I didn't want to divulge to much about myself. I did tell her that I was a Junior at Purdue, and that I was majoring in Forest Management. She seemed interested in my hobbies of camping and hiking, but at the time, I had no idea how much. I was pretty sure that this girl led a sheltered life. And finding out she was home schooled did not come as a complete shock to me.

So, by weeks end, we parted ways as the guys straggled to the rendezvous point and crawled into the van. We exchanged phone numbers, and soon we were on our way back north. It was an interesting ride, as Dan and Pat filled us in on what happened to them at the motel. Turns out that the cops arrived an hour after we left, which according to the two of them, gave them enough time to give each girl a good screw. Both went into great detail on the goings on in the room, as the guys would go from girl to girl, and hole to hole, enjoying the free sex. Of course, Paul and Rick were muttering, wondering why they couldn't have been so lucky. A week later they were happy, as they weren't the ones with critters crawling over their privates.

By then, the trip was a memory. It was the Wednesday of the second week after that my phone rang in my apartment. I was getting things ready to go down Friday morning to Hoosier National Forest to do some backpacking, when I picked up the receiver, and answered it, saying "Hello?"

A soft feminine voice on the other end said "Hi Jeff, It's Megan."

I smiled, I really wasn't expecting to hear from her again, as I said "Oh, hi there, what's up in Anderson?"

"Not much, what you doing?"

I wasn't thinking, as I answered her "Getting my gear ready to go backpacking this weekend."

"Oh." Her reply sounded a bit dejected.

Oh, what the fuck, "You want to go?", I asked.

She stuttered at first, before saying "Um, Well, I never..."

I interrupted her, saying "That's okay, if you don't want to, you don't have to. I was just going down to enjoy the great outdoors and all."

"You going by yourself?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, I'll go."

Now this is a pleasant surprise, "Great, you got a backpack?"

"Um, no."

"Ask around and see if you can borrow one. You'll need a good pair of hiking shoes, and one change of clothes to put in it. Oh, and a blanket or sleeping bag. If you can't get a pack, let me know by leaving me a message tomorrow afternoon so I can get some gear for you."

"What about food and a tent."

"I'll pack more food in mine. As for a tent, we'll share. Heck we slept together in the same van, no big deal about sharing a tent. You don't snore."

She giggled, "Okay, what time you picking me up?"

I replied, "Early, how about by seven?"

"Wow, I'll have to cut classes." A silent pause, as she then said "I'll talk to my instructors, shouldn't be a problem."

She then gave me directions to the campus, and where to meet her. I said I would call once I got into Anderson. So, I added more to my pack, which wasn't much for a two-night trip. Just a change of clothes, the tent, my sleeping bag, and meals for two for Friday dinner, Saturday meals, and Sunday breakfast. And of course, the bare essentials such as flashlight, toilet paper, and matches and a host of other things. She called Thursday, leaving a message saying that a boyfriend of her sister's backpacks, and he had stuff in his dorm room. He graciously loaned it out to her.

I left campus by three in the morning Friday for the drive over to Anderson. I got there at six-thirty, called her up, and met her at her dorm entrance. Well, yeah, maybe I was expecting someone that was going backpacking to be dressed for the occasion. But, as she showed up wearing her early twentieth century 'school teacher' outfit, complete with brand new hiking boots, I somehow kept a straight face.

We decided to eat on campus, and it was in the dining hall that I met her sister's boyfriend. We were introduced, and his name is Kevin. All of five-eight, skinny as a rail. We ate and talked, before heading out on the road. And yeah, he was checking me out. I'm sure he was going to report back to his sister, who was probably going to report back to her parents. Oh yeah, he did seem rather non-plus about her hiking attire. Of course, she did have hiking boots on. Brand new, I might add. And I was proved right when she said that she went out and bought them the night before. Right then and there I decided that this hike wasn't going to be too strenuous, at least for me. No use overdoing it while she finds out she really needs to break in hiking boots gradually.

The three hour trip down was non-stop talking on her part. Of course, I had to ask about her friends, and she explained what happened once they returned from Florida. Seems April and Becca were back to their rightious selves. The other girl, who I finally learned her name, Cathy , came back with one hell of a reputation. Not to mention the same critters that Dan and Pat had acquired. Needles to say, it was rather scandalous, and rumors were flying left and right about her. Megan was sure it would eventually all blow over, though.

We arrived in Bloomington just in time to stop at Subway and grab a bite to eat for lunch, then head to the trailhead. I've hiked the area a few times before, so I knew where I was going, as I drove up to Hickory Ridge trail head parking lot, and parked the van.

We went to the rear, and pulled our packs out, and after helping her get hers on, we were off down the trail. Actually, the first mile or so is an old road, as we walked along it. I started off at a slow pace, letting her walk to my right just ahead of me. She was talking for the first thirty yards, then silence. Yeah, she's going to suffer. I slowed the pace down. No use killing her. Her face was reddened, matching the sweater she was wearing, as we trudged along.

After a mile, as we neared the end of the old road, I asked "You okay?"

She panted out a hoarse "Yeah."

Uh-huh, someone's not use to exercise.

At the end of the road, we turned left, and followed a jeep trail. It turned into the forest, and we walked, now in the shade of the trees, and it was somewhat cooler. The day started out sunny and warm for mid-April. Probably in the low sixties. Here in the woods, the temps dropped down probably to about sixty, just the right temp to keep a hiker from getting overheated, in my opinion. We stopped after ten minutes next to a pond, and we rested. She was sprawled on her ass, leaning against the pack. I smiled, saying "A bit rough the first time."

She exhaled, as she took a swig of water from her canteen. I smiled, Kevin supplied her well. "Yeah, never done this before."

She reached down and rubbed her feet, as I said "Those new boots aren't broken in yet."

She smiled, "I know that now." Her long, denim skirt rose up almost to mid-calf. And I was surprised that she didn't push it down to cover herself.

I said "Well, we can push on to the next ridge, there's another pond there. Probably a two hour hike. Think you can make it?"

She stubbornly said "Yeah, I can make it." She tried struggling to her feet, before adding "If you can get me up."

I laughed, standing and offered my hand. She pulled on it, and brought herself to her feet. We had to go downhill, then uphill, then along a ridge, and true to my word, it took almost two hours. It was about four in the afternoon, and time to set up camp. As I helped get her pack off, she groaned, "Oh my, that's a relief."

I chuckled, "I'm sure it is. You're not use to a heavy load on your shoulders." I eased mine off, and said "Tell you what, you go around, pick up sticks and such for a campfire, and I'll get the tent set up. Okay?"

She smiled, saying "Sure.", as she took off to the edge of the clearing we were in, gathering up sticks and small branches. We were about thirty feet from the edge of a very small pond, not more than thirty or forty feet in diameter. The area was covered by grass, years ago it probably was a home site. I was sure if I looked around, that I would find a foundation. And the pond was built when the feds took over the land, built as a wildlife watering site. There were areas where people had camped before, and in front of where I was setting up the tent, there was the remnants of an old fire pit. It took maybe twenty minutes for me to get the tent setup. Then I rolled out the sleeping mats, and my bag. I then grabbed her bag off the bottom of her pack, and unrolled it.

Stepping outside, she was bringing another load of sticks over, and set them on the ground next to the fire ring. We smiled at each other, as I set about getting the fire going. That took ten minutes, and soon I had my small tripod over the fire, and I then went over and got some water from the pond. She asked "Is that safe to drink?"

I responded "It will be once I run it through the purifier and add a tablet or two. Then we can cook."

"What we having?"

"Go get into my pack, in the front are pouches of food, take your pick."

She smiled, and crawled into the tent, before coming back out as I did the final run through with my filter. Adding a few water purifying tablets, I looked and saw she picked out spaghetti. She groaned as she sat down next to me on the ground. "A little sore?"

She laughed "A lot sore."

As I put the kettle over the fire, I said "I've just the thing." I went back into the tent, and came back out, holding a tube of Aspercreme. "Here, put some on your shoulders."

She smiled, as she took the tube, and went on into the tent. She came back out just as the water was starting to boil. I soon added water to the meal pouches, and after mixing things up, offered her one. She took it hesitantly, then stuck her fork in and started eating. I did the same, studying her face as she ate. Her face first had a suspicious look, then of mild curiosity, then one of satisfaction. I might make her an outdoors-woman yet. We washed it down with water that we had brought along, and then she helped me raise our packs up from a limb. No, not bears, (At least I hope not!) but raccoons were always a pain in the ass.

Once done with that, she had a funny look on her face, and asked "Jeff? Where are the bathrooms?"

I chuckled, saying "In the woods." The look on her face was priceless, as I said "Come on," I reached into my pack, pulling out a roll of toilet paper and a packet of wet wipes, plus my little handy hand shovel, and said "I'll show you how to shit in the woods."

She protested, "But I only have to pee!", as she followed me into the woods, me in search for a good sitting log, as she added, "Well, I do have to do that, as well."

I grinned, as I was lucky in twenty feet. Using the hand shovel, I dug a shallow hole on the other side of a log, and explained, "Aim for the hole, then after wiping, place the tissue in the hole as well, then cover up with the soil." I stood, handing the shovel to her, a she had a rather nervous look on her face, with me adding, "Don't worry, I'm not into watching girls pee and poop. If you do need me, I'll be over there by the edge of the woods, with my back turned."

She made a half-smile, as I walked on back to the clearing, and stood and waited. She must have been storing it up, as I waited, waited, and waited, before she finally came to my side, carrying the necessities for call's of nature, and didn't say a word, as I followed her back to the tent. Once there, I asked, "How's your feet?"

"They hurt, I think I may have a blister." She answered.

"Sit by the fire, my turn to go potty. Then I'll do something about the blister." I said, as I went off for my nature call. I was back in ten minutes, and found her sitting there, looking over towards the pond. She had a smile on her face, and then I saw it, a large doe with a fawn, on the other side of the pond, getting a drink. I was surprised that they didn't take off, as I stopped by our packs, and pulled out my first aid kit.

I went over to her slowly, as she watched the doe, and the doe us. Softly, "Take off your boots and socks." She did, as the mother and baby white tail turned and slowly walked back into the woods. Megan turned and put her feet into my lap, and I pushed her skirt up above the ankle as I looked at her feet. The right foot had a blister in the outside of the foot, towards the little toe, while her left foot had one on her heel. After applying some antibiotic ointment, I cut some moleskin, and put it on her feet. Then I had her put her socks back on, not bothering with the boots. It was getting late, almost seven, and the sun was setting fast, as I asked, "So, is this what you expected?"

She smiled, looking into the fire, "Actually, I was hating it until the deer arrived."

I chuckled, "Yeah, I grew up doing this, so I'm sure it would be rough for a first timer."

"I'm really not use to such physical exercise." She stated.

I added "So, why did you want to come?"

She frowned, saying very softly, "To be with you."

Yeah, I figured that. "Well, we're here. You, me, and lots of critters in them woods."

She giggled, "Yeah, we are, aren't we!"

There was some nervousness in her voice, as I said "So, does this mean we're dating?"

She looked at me, a saddened look on her face, as she asked "Do you think I'm pretty?"

I let loose with a hearty laugh, "Of course. I'm a guy, us guys think almost all women are pretty."

"But, you haven't tried anything." she declared.

"No, I have not."

"Why?"

"Because I think you're the type of girl that I need to go slowly with."

She smiled, and said "Thank you."

The fire was dying, I was tired, and I know she was, as I was now able to see the first star of the evening. I started to stand, saying "Come on, lets get some sleep." Then I stopped, saying "Why don't you go on in first, get into your night clothes, and then holler when the coast is clear."

Her smile was sweet, as she stood, and walked in her socks to the packs, dug out some clothes, and went and crawled into the tent. After a short while, I heard her say "Okay Jeff."

I stood, picked up her boots, and went to the packs and pulled out a pair of sweats, before I too went into the tent, with my flashlight on. She was inside her sleeping bag, and all I could see of her was her hair, still pinned up on top of her head. She had her back to me, as I stripped down, and got my sweats on.

As I got into my bag, I asked "Are you warm enough?"

A muffled, "Yeah, I guess so.", came from her lips, as I shut off my light. I was soon sleeping like a babe in the woods, enjoying some good dreams. But, it wasn't to last. It wasn't a sound that woke me, rather it was the soft touch of Megan, pushing on my shoulder.

I groggily asked "What?"

I could feel her trembling, as he said "I'm cold and I need to go pee."

I started getting out of my bag, saying "Well, don't do it in here." I was pulling on my boots, saying "We'll take care of the latter first." I turned on the light, and found her already with her boots on, wearing a thin, long night shirt. Her arms went across her chest, trying to block the view of her nipples poking the fabric out. Yeah, guess she is cold.

I led the way out of the tent, and even in the dark, I could see my breath as I breathed. The cold air hit me hard, and my bladder was now telling me it was time to go as well. I heard her following me, as I shined the light at the packs, and fished out the toilet paper and handed it to her, as she then followed me into the woods. I found 'her' log, and I handed the flashlight to her, as she went to it. I turned, and made my way to the side of a large tree that I could barely make out in the dark. I heard her peeing, and I took my flaccid tool out and did the same.

I was only going for a few seconds, when she shined the light on me, as I protested, "Hey!"

The light was turned off, and then she giggled, saying "Sorry, I didn't know what that sound was."

I was now done, as I tucked in Mr. Happy, and I heard her moving about. The light came back on, and she shined it on the path back to me, and soon she was at my side, handing me the light. I aimed it at our feet, and we walked back to the tent, and I let her in first. Once I was inside, I said "Hold on!" I zipped the tent flap shut, and I turned off the flashlight, I said "You can wear my sweats,"

I was pushing them down as I was kneeling, as she asked "But what about you?"

Pulling the sweatpants off my ankles, I responded, "I'll be fine." I reached in the dark, and laid them on her. I could hear her moving and taking them, followed by the sound of her putting them on as I took my sweatshirt off as well. I handed it to her, and dove my cold ass inside my sleeping bag, as I watched. Just enough light to see her profile, as she pulled my sweatshirt on over her head. Nice profile, I thought. She wears those heavy jumpers with long skirts, so I have no idea what's underneath. Kind of making me curious, wanting to see how far I can go, but not tonight. Maybe next date, if this weekend doesn't do her in.

A few hours later, I was waking up, trying to get my bearings. The soft snoring of Megan brought me around, as I saw the glow of daylight on the walls of the tent. I eased out from my bag, and went to the flap, and unzipped it, except for my socks, I was stark naked and freezing, as I carried my clothes out, not wanting to get dressed inside and disturb her. I soon found that was a moot point. Once I stepped outside, I turned to zip the flap back up, and I saw movement, her head ducking back underneath the edge of her sleeping bag. I grinned, as I got the flap shut, and went about getting dressed.

Then once I was dressed, it was time to get a fire going, and my fingers were telling me it was damn cold out. Once my fire was going good, and I got my hands warmed, I went to the pond and retrieved some water, filtered it, then put it over the fire to get boiling. A call of nature was in order, then I returned to getting breakfast ready. Went to the pack, and pulled out the mornings fare, flapjacks with syrup. And, some hot chocolate. I also pulled out a heavier sweatshirt, and pulled it on. Christ, I was thinking it must only be in the thirties this morning.

The water was boiling, and I began mixing the batter, and then placed the cooking pan over the fire, and started making the flapjacks. I was hearing her moving about inside the tent, and just as I pulled off a few onto a plate, she emerged from the tent, a smile on her face, and wearing her usual attire.

I said "Good morning."

She pulled out the toilet paper from her pocket, and went walking towards the woods, saying "Good morning."

I chuckled, at least she knows how to do that on her own, now.

She returned, and I made her some grub, and we were soon finished with breakfast. We kept camp there, as we then went hiking around. First, we went to an overlook which gave a great view of Lake Monroe. That's where we saw the Bald Eagle flying just overhead. Her face was glowing as she took in the sight. She had never been in the woods before, not like this, anyhow. So all of this was a new experience. As the morning went on, she would ask me what each tree was, and what bush was which. We saw Dogwoods and Redbud's in bloom, as well as a few orchid species, plus a lot of shade tolerant flowering plants.

But it was when we descended down a trail that she was really enthusiastic. I took her to a small waterfall, and she gazed at it. It wasn't much, maybe a ten or twelve foot drop, with a small splash pool at the bottom before it drained out a creek and fell down into a cascade towards the lake. We sat and watched, as birds flew about, making their calls. She told me, "I like this place."

I smiled, "Yeah, it is nice. The spring runoff still has enough flow so that it's neat to see."

"Is it like this in the summer?"

I shook my head no, explaining, "By end of May, it will be dried up."

She sighed, "That's too bad." I watched as she reached up and undid her hair. It was sort of curly, as it fell down below her shoulders, framing her pretty face.

"You like waterfalls?" She nodded her head yes.

"I've never seen any this close before. We've never been too far away from home." she stated.

"Maybe I'll take you to see some more this summer, would you like that?"

"Yeah, I would." She said, a smile on her face.

I had brought some trail mix, and we ate that as we sat and enjoyed each others company. She talked, and talked, and I pretty much listened to her. She went on about her life, her religion, and her plans for the future. I had unfortunately had tuned her out, as I was more mesmerized by watching her, and her cute face. Wondering what her shape really looked like underneath that jumper. I hadn’t a clue, but I sure was guessing.

Eventually, we left the small waterfall, and returned to the camp. We made dinner, and then built the fire up to a good size, and sat in front of it. I saw her rubbing her shoulders, and I asked "They still hurt?" She nodded her head yes, and I said "Would it be okay if I massage them?"

She looked at me funny at first, then I was surprised when she crawled the foot or so over and sat in front of me, between the fire and my body. She moved her butt between my legs, and I placed my hands on her shoulders. I started kneading her flesh, working her tired muscles, and a soft moan of appreciation escaped her lips.

As I worked on her neck, she asked "Jeff? Would it be easier if I took off my top?"

Oh shit. I had a hard time keeping my voice from cracking, I stammered out "Well, yeah, if you're okay with it."

She leaned forward, reached back behind and undid the zipper of her jumper, then pushed the shoulders of the garment off, and then she pulled the sweater that she was wearing underneath the jumper up over her head. She then held the sweater tightly against her front, as she leaned back within my arms reach, ready for me to continue. I worked her shoulders again, before moving down her back, rubbing and massaging her muscles. Her bra strap was in the way, but I dared not push my luck by asking to remove that as well. As I was working on her lower back, she asked "You seem to know what you're doing?"

I responded, "I took a class in massage therapy last year. I'm not an expert at it, but I do know the basics."

She asked "You mean you've given a person a whole body massage?"

Okay, where is this leading? "Yeah, it was part of the class. I took it as an elective for part of our Phys Ed requirement. And one doesn't massage every part of the body."

"Did you massage other women?", she asked.

"Of course." Why all the interest in other women?

"What parts don't you massage?"

Better question, and I had the proper answer, "For one, you don't massage the spinal cord, nor do you massage the chest, belly or groin?"

"Why"

"Because the muscles in the back are stronger, they're used more so they can take a massage. The ribs can't, and the belly can result in internal injuries if massaged too hard."

I was doing her sides, and she sighed, saying "That does feel good. I'll have to have you give me a full one sometime." I didn't say anything, as I worked her flesh with my hands. As for her back, it was nicely contoured. A bit of fat at the waist, but not too much to be concerned with. I actually had the jumper down to the top of her hips, and I could see that her ass was well rounded, and my cock was jumping up, wanting to say hello, as I admired it a bit to long.

With the tips of my fingers, I dragged my hands down the sides of her back lightly, and she said "Oh, that’s good."

I chuckled, "That's it. You can put your top back on now."

She put the sweatshirt back on, then she pulled her jumper back up, but didn't bother zipping it. I thought she would move to her previous spot, but I was happily surprised when she leaned back against my chest, and tilted her head back and to the side. She had a smile on her face, her lips a bit puckered up, as if they wanted a kiss.

So I did. I lowered my face to hers, and gently kissed her sweet lips. Raising my head back, I saw the twinkle in her eye, and she said "Thanks Jeff." Our first kiss, glad to get that out of the way.

I wrapped my arms about her, and she put hers on top of mine, I squeezed her gently, and I said "No problem."

"Will you go slow?" She asked softly.

I squeezed her again, and kissed her ear, whispering "Yeah, as slow as you want, Megan."

There was silence, as we watched the flames of the campfire dance in the dark. The stars were shining, and the glow of a rising crescent moon could be seen in the eastern sky across the small pond. An owl made it's distant call, as we listened for a response, which came a bit later. I could hear the chatter of a raccoon not too far away, probably wondering if we left it a morsel or two. And all the time, silence between us. Our bodies were warm, and I could feel her chest rise and fall against my forearms.

After two hours, the fire was down to embers, and she finally spoke, "I've enjoyed this weekend Jeff." She turned her face, letting me kiss her cheek, before adding "I was a bit scared, afraid that I couldn't handle it, or you, but I've had a great time, and I want to do it again." She kissed my cheek this time, then looked at the fire, saying "Yes, definitely again. I think that I've discovered that I like the great outdoors."

"Where would you like to go next time?" I asked.

"Where can we go?"

"Anywhere you want that's reasonable."

Some time passed, "I want to see a waterfall in the summer."

I chuckled, "That'll be easy."

She turned her head and grinned a devilish grin, and explained "So that we can stand naked underneath it together. And then you can give me a full body massage!"

I was a bit shocked, as I pulled my head back, and looked at her grinning face, "I think that I've already started to corrupt you, little girl."

She sighed, then said "No, not yet, anyhow. I've a couple of hurdles to get over first."

Now what the heck does she mean by that? I hadn't a clue, as I said "Come, it's late. And we have to get up early to hike out of here in the morning." She stood, and I did to, and we walked to the tent. I opened it, and let her get inside.

I had planned on letting her get dressed for bed first, but she said "You going to come in and help me?"

"Help you do what?" I thought we were going slow.

"I want to sleep with you holding me tonight. So I thought we would make it so we could." She answered.

"Oh, well, okay." Shit, I was wanting to charge right in, but I sure didn't want to look like that I was that eager. Getting inside, I zipped the flap shut, found my flashlight, and turned it on. Soon I had her sleeping bag laid out on the mat's, and mine on top of it. I started to get undressed, and I saw her nervous face. I smiled, and turned off the light.

She said softly, "Thank you."

"No problem, will you want my sweats again?"

"Please."

I could hear her removing her clothes, and I did the same. I tossed the sweats her way, and she said "Hey! Watch it!"

I protested, "It's dark!" She giggled, and I said "Come on, get 'em on, and let's get under the covers and keep warm."

I was naked, and my pecker wasn't cold. It smelled pussy! Sorry to disappoint, big fella. She soon had my sweats on, and was crawling in next to me, her back up against my chest. And in order to do this, her nice round as found my spear.

An "Oh!" escaped her lips, as she realized what she was leaning against. And I was surprised when she reached back behind her, and grabbed my cock, it twitching in her hands.

I playfully said "Knock it off, it's attached."

She said with a voice of amazement, "It's big."

Well, you know, I've been in locker rooms hundreds of times, if not thousands. And although us guys would never admit this, we do look to see how we measure out compared to each other. Granted, we are all in the non-aroused state, but, from what I've ever been able to see, I'm probably average at best. When soft, probably three inches. Of course, at the moment, I was far from soft. And, the longer that I contemplated a response, the fuller erect I became, even though it was only a few seconds. Not knowing what to say, I said "It's average, I'm sure."

"Is it?" she asked, before saying "It feels a lot bigger than what I've seen before."

Now where has she seen erect cocks? Oh yeah, the orgy in Florida. Anywhere else? I wouldn't think so, as I reached down and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hand away from my swollen schlong, saying "That's enough Megan. We don't want a wet spot."

"Huh?"

Shit, now what? "If you keep playing with it, I'll blast a load of my cum all over your back, then you'll be wet and you'll get cold. And then the sleeping bag will be wet, and it will be cold. Then you would have to explain to Kevin why there's a glob of dried cum on his sleeping bag. Okay?"

"Oh, okay." She giggled again, and I really just wanted to roll her onto her back, pull her sweats down, and see how far up her tight snatch I could shove my cock on the first stroke. Damn girl, she wants to go slow, and yet she wants to see how big my cock is. She went to sleep right away. I, on the other hand, had a serious case of hard-on blues. Eventually, I fell to sleep, but it wasn't easy.

She slept all night, not needing to get up to go pee, and I the same. We woke together, with her still up against me, as I gave her lips a quick kiss, before sitting up and crawling out from the sleeping bag. Shit, she had my sweats on, and my pack was outside. She was giggling like a school girl, as I unzipped the tent and went racing for the packs, stark naked and cold. My normal morning wood didn't last very long, as I dug out a pair of pants and a sweatshirt.

It was then that I noticed the sky. Thick, gray clouds, and a smell of rain in the air. As I was sitting down, tying my boots, she came out and headed for the woods, a roll of toilet paper in hand. Damn, she has learned quickly! And I needed to take a dump as well. I went and grabbed another roll, and went in search for another log. By the time I was finished and returned to the camp, she was dressed in her usual attire.

The clouds seemed to be getting thicker, and she had some firewood gathered, as I asked "How hungry are you?"

"A lot."

"Well, we'll have to eat what trail mix we have, there's rain coming this way."

"We won't have time to cook anything?"

I looked at my watch, "It's six-forty. I have a packet of cereal, we'll have to eat that." I dug it out of my pack, and handed it to her, as I said, "I'll get camp broke down, you start eating."

She watched and ate, as I had the bags rolled up and on their respective packs, and the tent down and packed. In less than twenty minutes I was done, I went to her and she offered me the cereal. I said "I'll eat as we walk, we've at least three hours to the trailhead. We'll stay on the ridge, it will be less muddy when it starts raining."

I helped her with her pack, and once I had mine on, away we went. We didn't make it a half-mile when the heavens opened up. And although I had raingear, she had none. Guess Kevin didn't think of everything. I put my poncho over her, and we trudged on. It was a good six miles, and it took every bit of those three hours. Normally, that would have taken me an hour and a half, but her pace was slower, and it wasn't the best of footing.

By the time we reached the van, I was completely soaked, and she wasn't much better. But we were both in good spirits, as we joked and talked the whole way. We also seen some deer, and lots of squirrels. This girl is really learning to love wildlife.

Opening the door of the van, we took our packs off and threw them in. I always carried an extra pair of sweats, and luckily, I had two pair, as we climbed into the back of the van, and I dug them out, saying "We at least have some dry clothes. I tugged on my shirt to get the wet clothing off over my head, saying "Let's get into dry clothes, then we'll head back."

Now, I figured, since she already felt Mr. Happy, that she would have no objection to me striping down naked to get changed. But she sat there on the floor of the van, watching me, not moving. I was down to my underwear when I noticed her stare, and I asked "What?"

She said softly, "Turn around."

I smiled, "Okay." And so I did. Off with the underwear, and I soon was pulling a clean and dry pair of sweats on. I could hear her changing, and I said "Let me know when it's safe." No answer, just silence.

A few minutes later, she exclaimed "Owww!!"

I turned around, and she was on her butt, wearing the sweats, but holding onto her right leg, which was outstretched in front of her. I said "Cramps?" She nodded her head yes, as I instructed her, "Lay back on your back."

She did, and soon I was working her leg with my hands, rubbing the cramp out. The look of pain on her face became a look of contentment, as the cramp was soon worked out. I stopped, and went to the bed, and grabbed a blanket, saying, "We'll be going as soon as you get that top back off and get that wet bra off." She frowned, but I could see her underwear already making her sweatshirt wet. "If you feel modest, you can wrap up in this blanket."

I tossed it to her, and went to the front and climbed into the driver seat. I started the van up, and turned on the defrost and heat. She soon was climbing into the front passenger seat, the blanket wrapped around her. She did have the good smarts to bring our socks up to the front, and placed them on the floor under the heater, as well as our boots.

We were soon pulling out and heading down the dirt road, on our way to Anderson. It was a long trip, the traffic around Indy was hell, as usual, and so we didn't get into Anderson until almost three in the afternoon. She slept most of the way back, snuggled up underneath the blanket. And when we got into town, we were rather hungry. I went through Burger King drive-thru, and then we ate in the parking lot. She was waking up by then, and a cute smile was on her face. As we munched away, I asked "So, did you like it?"

She cheerfully said. "Yeah, even the rain wasn't to bad."

That got her going, as she started in on how much she enjoyed herself, and how it was great. She told me that she was looking forward to doing something like this again. Well, that cheered me up. And when she said that she wanted to spend more time with me, my head was swimming. We finished eating and drove to her campus, where I parked right outside her dorm.

It was raining again, and I asked before getting out, "Should we bring in Kevin's gear?"

She hesitated, something caught her eye, but I wasn't sure what, as she said "Yes, maybe we should. I'll call him from my room." She opened the door, saying "Best we get moving, you've a long drive home yet." I pulled my boots on, still wet, so not bothering with socks, and she did the same.

She seemed suddenly nervous, as I opened my door, and got out and came around to the side door. She already had it opened, tugging on Kevin's pack to get it to the edge of the van. I said "Here, let me get it." I easily picked it up, and we made a dash for her dorm, with her wrapped in my blanket covering my sweats she was wearing. It was about a three hundred yard walk, but soon we were inside the main entrance. And we passed a guy, he was looking at us strangely, as we entered. Hard to describe the look. And as we entered, he came in behind us. We went to a window, and Megan said to the redhead inside, "This is Jeff, he's coming up to my room to drop off Kevin Darlings backpack. He'll be over shortly to pick it up."

The redhead responded, as she looked at Megan's attire, a bit of shock showing on her face, saying "Sure Megan. Here's the book to sign him in." She placed a registry on the ledge, and Megan printed my name. I signed it, and then we went around the corner to a set of doors. The guy behind us was standing there in the lobby, staring at us. Well, I figured this out rather quickly. Megan has an admirer.

As she unlocked a door with a key, we entered, and the heavy door shut behind us, with me asking "Former boyfriend?"

She mumbled something, and her whole body went tense, as she the responded "Not exactly."

We turned at a door, and went through it into a stairwell. Up a flight of stairs, through another door, into the lobby of the floor, and we turned left, as Megan hollered out "Man on the floor."

Interesting. But not as interesting, nor as comical, as heads poking out past door frames, seeing what man it is. The looks of surprise were priceless, as we came to a door, and she knocked lightly. It opened, and there was the redhead April, wearing a nightgown, and jaw hanging down to the floor, as she looked up at me.

Megan instructed me "Put his pack on the floor there, and wait outside so I can change." She smiled, just before she reached up on her tippy toes and planted a kiss on my chin.

I blushed, and I came in briefly, dropping the pack, and leaving the room, letting her close the door as I waited. I could hear April's voice, asking ten thousand questions. I was chuckling, and shaking my head, as girls would come out into the hall, checking me out. Yeah, it was fun. And then, the door opened again, Megan grabbed my arm, and pulled me inside, then shut the door. She was in her usual conservative Christian attire, as she went to the phone, and dialed a number. She looked at me, and smiled, as April said "So, you two have a good time?"

I answered that cautiously, "Yeah, we did some hiking, had a nice campfire. She saw some deer and an eagle. We heard an owl, but didn't see it."

Megan interjected, "We saw a waterfall, too." Before her attention was diverted to the phone, as she said "Hi, Kevin? It's me. You want to come get your pack? Yeah, come on up, I've already told the reception desk. Good, see you in a bit." She went to the pack, and started pulling things out of it, saying to April, "Quit pestering him, April, he's got a long drive home yet."

April stuck out her tongue, and said "I ain't pestering him. Just asking how you guys got along this weekend, that's all." She turned to me, asking "By the way, how's the guys?"

I grinned, "Which ones?"

April was throwing her wet clothes and things into a pile on the floor. Her two skirts, a couple of sweaters, why the hell did she take a hairdryer? Oh well, I didn't say anything, but Megan answered my question "She wants to know about Rick."

I smirked, "Rick's fine."

April replied "Oh, good."

I asked "You want me to tell him that you asked about him?" She grinned, which answered my question in the affirmative. Lucky Rick, as she does have a very nice body. Hell, I should know. "I'll give him you're phone number, if you’d like."

Megan rolled her eyes, as she finished unpacking, saying "Please do. Ever since she found out we were going hiking, she had been pestering me about him."

I was surprised, hell, I didn't even think that Rick and her met. But it turns out that they had. The last night, actually. Both ended up necking on the beach. Nothing too sexual, but both coped plenty of feel of the others. After April told me that, causing me to chuckle, and Megan to mumble, I asked "What about the other girls?"

Both clammed up, not saying a word. Shit, it was like I asked them to suck my dick. What's up with that? I really wanted to ask, but the knock on the door signaled Kevin's arrival. April let him in, and Megan gave him a hug, saying "Hey there, how's my sister?"

Kevin said "Fine, your parents were a bit shocked when I said you went backpacking."

I laughed, "Hell, so was I."

Megan blushed, as Kevin looked at his gear, "You all got a bit wet, I see. How was the ridge?"

Megan was a bit shocked, "You've been there?"

"A few times, did you do okay?" He asked.

"She learned how to shit in the woods." I said, causing April to howl with laughter.

Megan gave me a pouting look, before saying "I did just fine."

I followed that up, "Yes, she did."

"As a matter of fact, I want to go again." Megan said.

Kevin smiled, "Well good. Maybe you can tell Rachel how much fun it can be in the woods."

She responded "I most definitely will."

I looked at the clock on her desk, saying "Um, I got to get going, Megan."

She frowned, and looked at her roommate, who said with a laughter, "You know the rules."

Megan exhaled, as Kevin chuckled, as he said "Come on." He picked up his wet pack, and led the way.

We went out into the hall, April and Megan donning rain slickers, as April explained, "No guys left unattended in our rooms alone with a girl."

"But okay with two girls." I stated.

Megan answered "Yeah."

Kevin said with a laugh, "Sounds like a lot of work." As the comment flew over Megan’s head, I and April laughed. Once we were in the stairwell, Megan said "Oh!" She laughed, saying "I get it now." We were joking as we came through the lobby. And that's where Megan went frigid once again. Same guy as before, standing there, watching us intently. Watching me, actually. Kevin mumbled something, but I couldn't hear what. April said something softly to Megan, when I said "Hey, no use you girls getting wet, why don't we part company here?"

Megan looked nervously about. Yeah, this guy is going to be a problem. Actually, he already is. April nervously said "Sure. When you coming back, Jeff?"

I looked at Megan, who smiled up at me, saying "I'll call you during the week, honey." She surprised me by wrapping her arms about me, and squeezing me tight. I did the same, keeping an eye on Mr. Personality. I said "I'll call when I get home.", and I leaned down, giving her a kiss on her forehead. The guy turned red, and I was waiting for him to do something, as I added, "Go on and get a hot shower, this will help your legs and shoulders."

She and April waved, as Kevin and I exited the building, walking together towards the parking lot. We weren't thirty yards away, when I asked "So who's the loser?"

"Harvey Hostettler. He's studying theology. Wants to be a almighty preacher. He's best friends with Megan and Rachel's brother Ethan." he said. I couldn't help to notice that he said 'almighty preacher' in a rather sarcastic tone.

"I take it he's a spurned lover." I stated.

"Yes, you can take it."

We got to my van, I turned to see Harvey was about halfway between us and the dorm, I said "Get in."

Once inside, I asked "Anything else I should know?" He frowned, and I said "That's okay, I understand." I paused, "So, how religious is this family?"

He chuckled, "I'm Methodist, they can't stand me. Not Christian enough."

I exclaimed "Damn!" Then I chuckled, "Wait until they hear about me!"

He smirked, and then he asked "You get very far with her?" I raised an eyebrow, and he said "Never mind."

I said "No, we didn't go to far." I laughed, "Why, you expected us to?"

He laughed, shaking his head, saying "Not really. Although her and Rachel were on the phone Wednesday and Thursday night for about three hours each time."

"Rachel and Megan, they tell each other everything?" I asked.

He laughed, "Oh yeah! Everything!"

"How old is Rachel?"

"Seventeen." I looked at him funny, and he snorted, "I've known her since she was seven. I'm twenty, but we just became an item the last year."

"Well, how is jailbait?" I said with a grin.

"I'm not answering that." he answered.

I said "I'll take that as it's good." He laughed, as I saw Harvey walking along the edge of the parking lot. In the rain, still with a glare on his face. "He won't give you any trouble, will he?"

Kevin looked at where I was looking at, saw Harvey, and said "Probably, he has ever since," he stopped, before continuing, "Ever since last fall."

"You're not going to tell me anymore, are you?" I asked, and he smiled. Guess not. Harvey turned up a walkway, and started walking away from us. "Wait until he's out of sight."

"Planning on it." As we watched him, he added, "You're not bad, I'll pass it along to Rachel."

I said sarcastically, "I'm sure her parents are waiting for a report."

"Actually, I'll have to wait an hour."

"Why?" He looked at me with a smile, "Oh, Megan's probably talking to her right now."

"You got it." He pulled the door handle, and offered me his hand, I shook it, as he said "Great to have this little talk."

"Hope to have more." He smiled, and got out, shutting the door behind him. I waved, as I pulled out of the lot, on my way back to West Lafayette. The drive was fast, under two hours, and after I stopped and picked up dinner, I was soon emptying my backpack, and getting things cleaned up.

Then I called Megan. Her voice was sweet as she asked how my drive was, and she was already wondering what to do next weekend. After twenty minutes of idle chit-chat, we hung up. I showered and crashed. She called me Monday night, and I called her Tuesday night. Each time she was rather bubbly. Yeah, I guess she has fallen for me. I did see Rick on Monday, and his ears perked up when I told him that April was wanting to know more about him. After him grilling me for thirty minutes, I gave him her phone number.

Wednesday Megan called, asking if we, as in Rick and I, could come over for the weekend. She said that we could stay in Kevin's room with him, as Kevin's roommate goes home every weekend. I started to say I would have to ask Rick, but I had a heck of a time to keep from laughing when she said Rick already knows. Anyway, seems we're going canoeing. I knew better to ask if she's ever done it before, since she said she looked forward to 'rowing' with me in the canoe.

Now, Rick is a bit shorter than I, blond haired and blue eyes. About thirty pounds lighter, but well developed. He usually has no problem picking up dates, but for some reason, I just didn't think April would be his type. No reason, just didn't make any sense.

And of course, things were starting to bother me. Not in an irritating way, just in making me think. For starters, this Harvey guy, best friends of Megan's brother. Why is he so infatuated with Megan? And why is Megan so turned off by him? They're both from ultra-conservative religious backgrounds. And Kevin, he seemed to be hiding something. But, so was Megan and April when I asked about the other girls from spring break. Heck, except for Becca, I can’t even remember the other girl’s name. And I didn't see them when I was in the dorm. It's a mystery! Like I said, lots of things running through my mind.

As Rick rode with me to Anderson Friday after dinner, I explained to him about the dorm rules there. He informed me he was told that. We talked about the girls, and I told him what I knew about April. Including the part about me holding her bare ass naked body up against the van as we cleaned her up during spring break. He just laughed, saying that April had already told him about that. Well, that was a relief.

We arrived at the girls dorm just before eight in the evening. The girl at the dorm lobby rang up, and soon Kevin came and retrieved us. Oh yeah, no sign of Harvey. Upon entering the girls dorm room, Megan was in my arms, hugging me, as I saw an exact image of her sitting on her bed. I smiled at her, as Megan broke our embrace, and I said as I offered my hand, "You must be Rachel."

She looked surprised, as she shook my hand, saying "Yes, I am." Same outfit, same hairstyle, same hair color, same eye color(deep blue), easy guess honey.

Soon it was words a mile a minute, as the girls talked about tomorrow mornings upcoming trip. Us guys just sat back on the two beds, April on hers with Rick, and Rachel with Kevin, her sitting up on his lap against the wall, and Megan and I in the same position, making my pecker groan. I swear she was wiggling that ass of hers on my lap on purpose.

At eleven, Kevin said "Well, we got to get out of here, visiting hours are over." I couldn't help but notice the matching frowns on Rick and April's face. The redhead did look cute, and I knew what Rick as wanting. Hell, the same damn thing that I was wanting!

The walk to Kevin's dorm was comprised with Rick babbling incoherently about April. Uh-huh, lust will do that to you. Now I'm wishing that he wasn't sleeping in the same room as Kevin and I. Almost decided to make him go sleep in my van, but thought better of it. Once in Kevin's room, I took his roommates bed, and Rick the floor on Kevin's camping mat with his sleeping bag. He wasn't to thrilled about it, but I told him that at least they've dried out since last weekend.

Well, the morning proved interesting. We roused ourselves up at four in the morning, went and had breakfast with the girls at five, and met the organized group canoe trip at abut a quarter to six. It was to be a group outing by a University outdoor recreation club. And guess who showed up at the group meeting point. Yeah, Harvey. Megan went instantly cold, muttering under her breath. April was frowning, as Rachel was trying to reassure her older sibling. Kevin had both his fists clenched, and I thought for sure he was ready to blow. Now, this Harvey guy. Stands about six foot, but weights in a good three hundred pounds. I knew that I could take his butterball Christian ass, but Kevin? I don't think so.

We were all to car pool to Brookville, Indiana and canoe down the Whitewater River. That was the plan. I came up with my own. The organizer, she was taking names, assigning people to vehicles. Well, I said that I would take my group of six, but since I had the bed in back, six was the limit that I could carry. She smiled, saying that would be fine, that we could follow them.

Kevin smiled, he knew I was up to something. Oh, and Rick? He was lost. But not for long. Harvey got into a van with seven other people, mostly men, as everyone loaded up and ready to go. The girl went from driver to driver, handing each a sheet of paper and giving directions. When she reached my van, I smiled, taking it, as she said "We'll be going to I-70 by way of route nine. Then south on route one. The canoe livery is located..."

I interrupted her, "Listen, keep smiling." She looked at me funny at first, then she smiled, as I said "We'll keep up until we get on the interstate. Then, we're going on into Ohio. Someone here in this van doesn't want to canoe with someone in another van. So we'll go to another canoe livery. Keep smiling, nod your head that you understand, turn, walk away, and wave."

She played it to a 't'. I'll have to thank her at another time, as she walked past the six other vehicles and climbed into the lead one. Kevin is in the passenger seat, trying in vain to keep a straight face. The girls are smirking, and Rick is asking "What the fuck is going on?"

Megan asks "Are we still going rowing?"

Rick and Kevin chortled back a laugh, as I pulled out behind the group, saying "Yeah, but in another location." It's six-twenty in the morning. The trip there, and back, will take some time, but I was confident I could get us there by ten, get a lunch ready for us for the canoe trip packed as well as picking up a cheap cooler and soda. At eleven, we rolled into the canoe rental on the Little Miami north of Cincinnati.

It was a wonderful weekend in late April in Ohio. Temps were pushing eighty, and the river wasn't too high. I've been here before, as has Kevin, so we both were familiar somewhat to the flow of the river. I wasn't surprised to learn that neither Megan nor Rachel knew how to swim, which worried me somewhat. But with life-jackets on them, I wasn't to worried. The three ladies did look rather strange with them on, though. Oh yeah, April is the same denomination as her roommate, something Pentecostal.

It was a four hour float trip, and we had a blast! Megan was thrilled, as were the other two girls. Us guys were just happy to have some fun loving females in our company. Not to mention the lack of a stalker as well.

The ride back we stopped in Dayton for dinner. Then on back to campus. Megan rode up front with me, the other two couples in the back on my bed. Megan kept turning her head, admonishing the four in the rear to behave. A few times she said that next time we go as a group, someone else will be driving.

We got back to campus, went up to the girls room, and had a great time. It got even better when once all of us were on the beds, same as last night, that as we ran out of things to talk about, that Megan got up and went and turned out the light. As she climbed into my lap, I heard Rick utter out "Oh yeah!" Followed by April's own unique giggle.

I would have repeated his words, but my mouth was occupied by Megan's tongue. Yeah, it was hot. My hands were rubbing her ass, as she squirmed on my lap. But, whenever I tried bringing my hands up her body, she would stop me before I got past her waist. A waist that was a lot thinner than I thought. Man, I just wanted to wrap my arms about that waist and suck on those two great tits that were poking me in the chest.

Then a thought occurred to me, her tits! Something didn't seem right. Not sure what, but, well, I've handled a fair number of breasts in my short life, not all of them big, and not all small. And these, well, no, not both, one of them, her right one, just felt different. I tried working my kisses down her neck, but she would stop that as well. She's hiding something. The prize? I wanted to try something. I rolled us onto our sides, my right. My left hand was on her hip, and I ran it down her leg on the top of her long skirt about a foot. Then I lowered it to between her clamped shut skirt covered legs. Her legs shifted, causing her legs to part! Okay, down there is fine? But not the breasts? I gently petted her thigh, bringing it up to her pubic area. Her legs shifted again, trapping my hand there. I've no problem with that, as our tongues did the two-step in each others mouth. I heard a groan, a female groan, it sounded like April.

Megan broke our kiss, saying "That's enough over there. Don't get to carried away."

Rachel giggled, not more than a foot from my head, adding "Well sis, you were the one that turned out the lights."

I worked my hand up against her crotch, as she said "I don't...oh..." she gasped as I gently rubbed her pussy through her skirt. April and Rachel started giggling uncontrollably, as Kevin and Rick joined in. I felt her body shudder next to mine. Damn! An orgasm! She was trying to catch her breath, as I locked my lips onto hers. As she regained her composure, she broke our kiss and said softly, "That's enough."

I kissed her lips gently, saying "Okay."

With that, she got up, and went and turned the light back on. What a sight! Rick had April's shirt up above her perky tits, the nipples bright pink and sticking out proud. Kevin had his hand up Rachel's skirt, doing what was coming natural for anybody, as they were locked in a hot kiss, her hand groping his pecker through his jeans. Megan sighed, as the other two couples parted, saying "It's almost eleven, gentlemen."

Us three guys grumbled as we stood, our three women doing the same, and we took our respective girls and hugged and kissed them good night and then we made arrangements to meet them for breakfast in the morning before heading out of the dorm. Not a word was spoke by us three. So close to paradise, yet so far.

The night didn't end there. We saw Harvey on the walk back to Kevin's dorm. He turned and followed us. Rick by now figured out that this guy was a complete asshole. And it took some persuading to keep Rick from stomping the guys ass. Kevin was impressed. He's got two new big friends.

And breakfast. He showed up there. After that, he followed us to the girls dorm. Thankfully, he can't come in. At least those rules work. But Megan, she was in a sour mood. But the morning did have it's bright spot, as she wanted her neck and shoulders rubbed. She made us three guys turn around, as she took her top off, held it against her chest, then sat backwards in a chair, facing the window.

I worked the knots out of her shoulders, making her wince from my digging thumbs. But the work was well worth it. She thanked me with a kiss. I really would have wanted more. And Rick got in trouble when he suggested that all three girls should go topless. April glared at him as he apologized, as Kevin and I laughed at his predicament. She didn't stay mad long, as soon she was back in his lap, after we guys turned around to let Megan get her top back on. It was then that another interesting thing was said. Well, sort of interesting. I was standing there, facing the rear of the room, Megan right behind me getting her bra and top back on, when her sister Rachel started saying something, "You know sis..."

But Megan stopped her, saying "No!", in a rather stern voice. I was watching Rachel from the beginning of this incident, she was looking at her sister at a low angle. Not at her head, but lower down the body. Interesting.

At noon, we went and had lunch with the girls, and Harvey made his presence known. A bit too much, actually. He sat down at our table, uninvited. He started rambling on, lots of religious shit, called the girls harlots, and almost got Rick to get up. What prevented him I think was April holding onto his balls. We ate quickly and left, and I was more than pissed.

After escorting the girls to the dorm, and had a decent good-bye session, us three guys went to the van. Of course, Rick was by now calmed down. But he was still wanting to knock some sense into the guy. And Kevin gave me the wonderful news that the girls brother Ethan was causing all sorts of problems over Megan dating me. Can't wait until the weekends events hit home.

The week upcoming proved interesting. Megan and I talked every night. I was now well aware that I had fallen for this angel. And boy was I looking forward to our next time together. Another thing interesting was a phone call that I received Tuesday night. It came from home, and it provided some interesting details. My sister was the caller, passing some information that she just found out. But on Wednesday evening, Rick was at my door at about seven, a big shit eating grin on his face.

I asked "What?"

He said "Well, I've a favor to ask of you."

Uh huh, I can just imagine. "What?"

"Well, April's driving up. And well, I really don't want to take her to my dorm room, and since you're going to Anderson."

"What makes you think I'm going to Anderson." I said, as the phone rang. I answered it, heard the voice on the other end, and smiled, as I said "Oh, hello Megan." Rick pointed at me, mouthing the words 'You're going to Anderson.'

Yeah, as it turns out, I was. The bastard. He's going to be getting all the fun. Or so I thought. I left Friday after my last class. But, things were planned differently. I was to meet Megan somewhere different. I pulled into the Burger King right at six, and there she was, waiting for me in Kevin's car. She got out, smiling, carrying a large overnight bag, and came and climbed into my van. I watched Kevin pull out of the lot, and I asked, "Where's he going?"

"Portland." was what she answered.

"And where are we going."

"You've got a bed in here? Guess we'll go camping." I thoroughly enjoyed her grin.

"Anyplace in particular?"

"No, only place I know of would be Mounds State Park. They've a campground."

We went to a family style restaurant, then to a grocery store and bought some munchies and soda, before heading out to the park. Place was pretty empty, as we found a site near the bathhouse, and pulled in and parked it. I had to visit the bathroom, so after a quick visit there, I returned to the van. I wasn’t sure what to expect, as I opened the door, and saw her sitting up in the bed, under the covers, her hair undone, giving me a radiant smile.

I saw she was wearing her bra, as her straps were visible while she held the blanket up over her chest. And she watched as I stripped my clothes off. My cock was pointing up, as I came over and turned the covers back, and climbed in next to her. She rolled to her side, still clutching the blanket, and my hand found her hip, massaging it gently.

Although she was smiling, it was turning into a nervous smile, and I knew she was still a bit apprehensive. I leaned to her, and kissed her lips, saying "You look beautiful."

She frowned, and I wondered what the hell did I say wrong? "Jeff?"

"Yeah Megan?"

"I've a few things that, well."

I did my best at not sounding disappointed. So close to paradise, and yet so far. "Go on." I kissed her cheek, and she blushed, as I said "You know, I'm thinking that I've fallen in love with you. If that's okay."

"Oh yes, it is." She replied, enthusiastically, but added "But, um."

Okay, here it goes, as I asked "Why do you think your breasts are ugly?" She had a shocked look on her face, as I chuckled, "Lucky guess. The other night you wouldn't let me near them, and tonight." I reached down to her crotch, finding a handful of soft pubic hair, "You're minus your panties, but still wearing the bra."

"You're a smart one, you know that?" I chuckled, as she said "Oh what the heck." She sighed, sat up, the covers falling away from her chest. She leaned forward, and I reached to her back and with one hand undid her bra hooks. She pulled it off her chest, and sat back on her back, her breasts now free for me to gaze upon.

And what breasts! I said "Wow!" As I ran my hand over the closest one, her left. As wide as my outstretched hand, full and firm. I squeezed it gently, as I gazed upon it's partner. And now, I knew why she had a problem with her chest. While her left breast was so big, her right one was a good cup size smaller than it's partner. I moved my hand to it, and started caressing it carefully, as I said "Every guys dream." She looked at me funny, and I explained, "Us guys love boobies, and the variety of sizes. You're the best of both worlds, as you've a big one and a small one."

She looked at me as if I was nuts, as I moved my mouth to the left one and suckled it's nipple, it growing in my mouth, casing her to moan. I went to the other one, and tasted it as well, just as sweet as it's bigger sister.

I stopped and went to her lips, and kissed them, and said "You feel better?"

She sighed, a smile on her face, as she said "Yeah, somewhat."

I wanted it, wanted it bad, but I knew I had to ask, "But there's more, isn't there!"

She tuned her head, and a tear formed in the corner of her eye. The floodgates opened, and after three hours of crying on my shoulder, and explaining what has happened in her life, I was wiped out. She fell asleep, her eyes reddened from so many tears, her naked, soft warm body laying partially on top of me as the side of her face rested on my chest, as my arm was hooked about her, my hand resting on her sensuously round ass. But sleep didn't come to me as easily, as I was still angry. Seething, actually, that someone would hurt such an angel, or other beautiful life forms such as her.

Morning came, and I did find that I had fallen asleep. She was awake, still half on top of me, and what woke me was her hand, encircling my throbbing morning wood. Her smile on her face shown in her big blue eyes as well, as I said "Careful with that Megan, it's loaded."

"Jeff?"

She didn't release my pecker, as I answered with "What, love?"

"When you touched me last week, did I tell you that that was the first orgasm that a guy had given me?"

I smiled, wanting to ask what girl has, but instead, I replied "I'm honored to have been the first."

She kissed my chest, and laid her head back down. A few minutes went buy, her hand still clutching my cock. My cock which was in dire need of being relieved of pee. "I need to go to the bathroom." She announced.

I was happy to hear that, as I responded, "So do I." Of course, that would take awhile, as I was harder than a rock. We got up, put some clothes on, and hand in hand we went to the bathroom, and took care of nature. We returned to the van, and after entering, I was grinning as I watched her get naked right in front of me, and climb back into bed. I was soon with her, and I said "We can't just stay here naked all day, Megan."

She giggled, "I know, that's why after breakfast we're going to Portland." I looked at her a bit strangely, as she announced, "I want my parents to meet you."

Well, I knew this would happen sooner or later, might as well get it over with, as I said "Okay, we can do that." My hand found her warm crotch, and she cooed as I worked a finger into her slit. I asked "You're not on the pill, are you."

She sighed, saying "You should know better than to ask that." My finger brushed her clit, and she closed her eyes, a sound coming from her open mouth, sort of like a gasp and a moan both into one.

Damn, she likes that, doesn't she. I really wanted to get a taste, see how well she would like that, but I was afraid I would say the hell with safety, as I said "I'll be sure to get some protection for next time, if you would like."

She smiled, placing her hand behind my head, and pulling my face to hers. We kissed, as I plunged my forefinger into her womanhood, and she moaned with lust. She broke the kiss, saying "Yeah, that would be nice."

Oh yeah, I'm sure it would be. I sat up, and pulled her into my lap, and wrapped the blanket about us. We wrapped our arms about each other, and our foreheads were touching, as we looked down into our laps. She scooted her body closer to me, and my pecker was standing up along the length of her slit. I watched as those lips parted, sliding along the shaft of my meat. Oh so close, yet oh so far! We kissed, as she moved her hips, sliding her wet slit along the length of my meat, humping me slowly. Her clit was getting stimulated as she worked at it as well, and she leaned back, arching her back, as I lowered my head and sucked on the bigger tit.

Her hips were moving at a feverish pitch, and my cock was about to explode, when I moved to the little sister tittie, was when her whole body stiffened. A loud moan came from her mouth, as she called my name, just as my cock blasted it's payload, up between us. I was shocked when I realized that I just nailed my own chin, as the second shot hit her big sister tittie. The other less powerful jets of cum went up into the air and landed on her flat tummy, as she was gasping to catch her breath.

Oh yeah, I'm loving this! I stopped sucking her tit, and she opened her eyes. She saw my cum on my chin, and she leaned forward and licked it off with her tongue. Her face showed that she wasn't to sure if she liked it or not, as I chuckled, saying "Guess it takes getting use to."

She responded with "We’ll see.", as she scooped the load off her tit with her fingers and then proceeded to lick them clean. Our tummies then growled, and we started giggling, as my cock went limp, even though her slit was still sliding on it's length.

I finally said "Come, let's shower and go grab a bite to eat."

We used a towel to wipe the cum off of us, before getting dressed and exiting the van to go shower. Once back at the van, she dressed in her usual motif, she said we could eat back on campus, so we headed there. No sign of Harvey was the other good news for the morning, as we ate.

We then went for a ride, talking and having a good time enjoying each others company. Although we had not gone all the way, I think she was now more at ease after what we had done this morning. Of course, what happened last evening with our talk helped as well, I'm sure. Then, the more I thought about that talk, the more I was pissed off.

About three, we stopped back at campus, and she called home. It took just over an hour to get to Portland. Her family home was off the main drag, as she guided me there. The house is big! So it should be. A couple and ten children. Although the two oldest boys were already married and living away from home, as I soon found out. But that didn't stop them from being there upon our arrival.

It was hectic, to say the least. I wasn't overwhelmed, but I was close. The parents seemed nice, her mother was an older version of Megan, and no, I didn't ask about the boobs, although Megan did tell me later that her condition is a family trait, but she had it the worse. And her father, a big man, over six foot three, and weighs a good forty pounds heavier than I, and was pretty much bald.

The three oldest brothers I quickly learned were Matthew, and wife Jane, who was six months pregnant with their second, what a surprise! Then there was Stephen and his wife Charlene. Jane was pretty, Charlene is drop dead gorgeous, blond, and busty, and I could have sworn I saw her somewhere before. Matthew is a state trooper, and Stephen works in a factory and is also a minister.

Then I met Ethan. Just dripping with hatred towards me, right from the start. As with his brothers, tall, but skinny as could be. Of course, Rachel was there, with Kevin, thankfully, then five younger siblings, the youngest being eight, a girl who I think was named Josephine. The other four were all boys, and I was at a lost to remember their names right after I met them.

Okay, back to Ethan. To say he was nasty to me would be a polite term. And I wasn't all that happy to keep getting jabbed with nasty comments about my life, which he didn't even know. I noticed the others were just tuning him out, which I found interesting to say the least. But no one corrected him.

Dinner time, talk about a big dinner table. Big enough for twenty, which was good, as there were seventeen, including Matthew and Jane's one year-old. Mr. Brock did start the dinner conversation by asking me questions about myself, and I told him. But, something was wrong in the way he was asking them, as they seemed scripted, and I knew why.

Half way through dinner, Mr. Brock asked me about my religious beliefs, and I responded "None."

Ethan was sitting across from me, and he laughed sarcastically, saying "You see dad, Megan brought home a blasphemous unbeliever. She's turned into such a slut, when she could be married to Brother Harvey by now."

I was about to respond, when Rachel spoke something barely audible, "Harvey the rapist."

Oh shit, here we go. Ethan turned his attention to his sister Rachel, saying "It wasn't rape. Your sister..."

Megan bellowed out loudly, "It wasn't rape?!" Oh yeah, she stood up quickly, screaming at her brother, "It wasn't rape? When you, you little shit, helped him force me into his room. And then you left me there as he grabbed my hair and forced me to take his little penis out and forced it into my mouth, there I had to taste his filthy male member as he pulled on my hair." She was crying now, and everyone was in a state of shock, as she went on, "Then, once his miniscule penis was hard, he turned me around, flipped my skirt up and ripped my panties off, as I was screaming no, no, no, and he shoved his fucking little cock into my asshole and raped my ass. The fucking bastard didn't even know he was in the wrong fucking hole."

She stopped screaming, looked about herself, and stormed off, screaming "I hate you all!"

Rachel was up following after her, and so was Mrs. Brock, but not before she first glared at her son Ethan, then at her husband. Ethan chuckled a sick chuckle and said "She's lying, she loved it, women can't get raped unless they want it."

Next to go off the handle, Charlene. And Stephen had to guide her out of the room, as she tried swinging at Ethan's head. Matthew was glaring at Ethan, and said "Not another fucking word."

Ethan went to eating his food, as he said "Doesn't matter. Harvey is on his way over to pick Megan up. I called him this afternoon to tell him she was going to be here."

Mr. Brock had a blank look on his face, as he said "Matthew, go to the front porch. If Brother Hostetler shows up, turn him away politely."

The big man started to stand, as Ethan glared at his father, while Matthew responded "And if politeness doesn't work?" He then said to Ethan, "Don't say a word. If you want to live, don't say a word."

Mr. Brock was walking out of the room, adding "Then do what you have to do."

Matthew stood, and walked out the room as well. That left us with just Jane, Kevin, Ethan, and the five remaining siblings. I then saw the notepad by Mr. Brock's plate, and Jane saw me looking at it. She reached over, and took it, and smiled.

I jokingly asked "You're going to ask the remaining questions?"

Kevin laughed, "No, don't think she will."

"Are these family dinners always this entertaining?" I asked.

Kevin and Jane chuckled, as did the oldest two of the younger four boys, albeit rather nervously. Jane then said "Yeah, I got a question, what happened to your parents?"

"Ask Kevin, he called the library last week in my hometown to find out." I quipped, seeing the shocked look on his face. I explained, "My sister called me Tuesday. Her best friend works at the library, they have caller id when you called requesting the obituary from the wreck."

"Oh, they were killed?" asked Jane.

I didn't smile, as I said the story, "I was six, we were returning from my sister's wedding. She's my only sibling, eighteen years older than I. A drunk was coming down the wrong way on a divided highway. The last I remember of my mother, who was driving, was her head, as it landed in my lap. I remembered looking down to see her eyes looking at me, a look of shock on her face, as I then looked up, something warm spraying me in the face, as it was her blood. Her heart was still beating, sending blood flying all over the interior of the car. I heard my dad gasping. Well, not really gasping. A chunk of metal, the same one that took my mom's head off, was lodged in his chest, the air was exiting out of his lungs through the opened chest cavity. My sister raised me from that point on."

I looked at Ethan, he looked a bit green. Kevin said "Wow." Then he looked at Ethan, smiled, and asked "You going to eat that?"

Ethan turned, started to stand, then fell face first on the floor, passed out. One of his younger brothers goes "Neat!", while two others raced for a bathroom.

Jane looked at me, a bit non-plused, "Cute." Then she smiled, "Well, I like you." She turned to the younger boys, saying "Samuel, Noah, help your brother up and get him out of here."

The two named went to their fallen brother, mumbling as they helped the groaning Ethan to his feet. Then they walked him out into the living room. Stephen came back in, a puzzled look on his face, and he looked at Kevin.

Kevin raised his hands, saying "No one touched him, he passed out."

He looked at Jane, who nodded her head yes. He shrugged and sat where he had been sitting, as Jane asked "How's Charlene?"

"Fine, she's with the rest of the women." He responded, a bit of anger in his voice.

Jane stood, saying as she waddled her pregnant frame towards wherever the others were, "Guess I might as well join them."

Stephen looked at his plate, and said "Sort of lost my appetite."

Kevin snorted, "So did Ethan." Stephen looked at him, still not knowing what had happened, and all Kevin added was "You would have had to be here."

Well, the evening was shot. Matthew stopped Harvey at the drive, and turned him away. And Ethan was furious over it. Talk about a blithering idiot! I never heard so much crap about the bible in my life, and how I was going to roast in hell, especially for dragging Megan into such depravity.

Mrs. Brock finally came downstairs about nine, glared at Ethan, who did have some brains to shut the fuck up, and then said to me, "Why don’t you go on up and talk to her, Jeff."

I was a bit stunned. But I went on upstairs to Megan's room. She shares it with Rachel, as there are two twin beds, as I entered and saw her laying face first on the bed. I sat on the edge, and placed my hand on the middle of her back. And I was quite surprised as the others left the room.

I said "Good dinner."

She chuckled, "You smart-aleck!"

"You going to be okay?"

She sniffled, and rolled onto he side, facing me, "Yeah, just had to let it all out."

"Did you have a good talk with your parents."

"Uh-huh. Mom already knew. Dad was a bit miffed about not knowing, though."

"You want to stay here, or do you want me to take you back to Anderson."

She sat up, placing her hand on my thigh, and gave me a kiss. Then she said "Neither, let's go somewhere."

"It's late."

"That's okay, we'll find a place to park the van."

I grinned. I knew there wouldn't be any sex, just some holding of a scared, young lady with a lot of bad experiences boiling to the surface. No one said a word to us, as we came downstairs. She hugged her parents, and Rachel and Charlene. The last person was interesting, as it was as long a hug as she did with Rachel, then we left.

We drove northwest, ending up at one of the reservoirs, where I pulled into a site, and we climbed into the back and sacked out. We slept in our clothes, not even bothering to strip. Nothing was said, just her wanting me to hold her, which I did. And of course, being a guy, I was wondering what the fuck have I gotten myself into.

Sunday morning we went in search of breakfast, looking like shit. I slept little, just like the night before. Wanting to seek revenge for all women that were wronged. We went for a walk in the woods while we were at the recreation area, and she was smiling by the time we were done. I finally got her to her dorm at seven in the evening before heading back to Purdue. We agreed to talk each night, to make plans for next weekend.

We made it through the week, the last week for both of us before exams. Instead of going anywhere, we ended up at Mounds and camped, spending the time studying for the upcoming week. I actually had half of my exams, so I was pretty much set. My last one was upcoming on Thursday, then I was done for the summer. Megan's exams started Tuesday, and her last one was the following Tuesday.

No, we didn't do it this weekend. Her period had started Saturday morning, so we were out of action. Another two nights of holding each other. So, once the weekend was done, I brought her back to campus, and dropped her off late Sunday evening. She did inform me that Harvey was still watching her, but at a further distance.

I have a summer job. I work for a small company that does forest management down in the southeast corner of Tennessee and far western North Carolina. I told her that I would be leaving to take my things down Thursday after my last exam, and I would be back Friday evening. I didn't start until the Tuesday after Memorial Day, so I could come back and see her. She was a bit dejected, saying she didn't know what to do if I was away all summer.

I was a bit dejected myself, wondering what to do. Monday and Tuesday were blurs. I had two exams Monday, two more on Tuesday, as I pulled up to my apartment, and found a strange car in front. I was rather surprised when I saw Mr. and Mrs. Brock getting out, and smiling, saying hello.

I said "Hi, is Megan okay?"

Mrs. Brock smiled, reassuring me, "Yes, Megan's just fine."

Nervously, I said "Would you guys like to come in? It's not exactly clean, but it's not filthy."

"Yes, we would very much at that." He replied, smiling. Why do I feel like my death sentence is approaching?

I opened the door to my apartment. It's small, a living room. and a kitchen that also serves as a dining room. I wasn't about to show my bedroom, but knew I had to show the bathroom eventually.

I was a good host, offering them a drink, and they asked for water, which I graciously provided. It was five in the afternoon, not quite dinner time, and I was wondering how long they would stay. But Mr. Brock must have read my mind, as he asked "You like pizza?"

I was sitting down in the chair, as they sat on my couch, as I responded, "Well, yeah. Of course."

He instructed me, "Why don't you order one to be delivered. I see on the wall by the phone you have a menu."

I grinned. I asked "Anything special?"

"What ever you want, Jeff." Stated his wife.

I shrugged, got up and went and called for a large pizza. Once I hung up, I returned to my seat. All during this, I'm wondering, what's with the visit? Are they like going to tell me to stop seeing their daughter, or what? Well, bluntness is my middle name, as I asked "I take this is not a social visit."

They both smiled, and he chuckled, took a sip of the soda, and then asked "You fish, Jeff?"

I shrugged, "When I can. It's been a while, though."

"What do you fish for?", he asked.

Now what the fuck is going on? "Oh, usually pan fish. Although I use to go Muskie fishing with my brother-in-law."

"What do you do in order to prepare to go fishing?" he asked. His face was rather straight-forward, no real emotion on it. I was trying to read it, and hers as well, but neither were letting anything slip.

"Well, first I decided what I'm fishing for. Then I choose a bait." I answered him."

He asked another question, "You use live bait, or artificial lures."

I shrugged, "Depends where I am at, and the situation." I was thinking I was catching on, but not sure. "There's a reason you're asking me about fishing, isn't there."

She blushed, and he chuckled. Yes, there was a reason. And after four hours of talking, including us gobbling up a pizza, I learned it. By the time all was said and done, it had already begun. They were finally ready to leave, but I insisted that they stay the night and use my bed. I told them I can sleep on the couch. I just hope that Rick didn't leave anything laying about when he was here with April last weekend, and I didn't miss it when I returned home.

I was up and off to the library to study for my exam before they even got up. And when I returned after the exam, they were gone. That night I talked to Megan, and she seemed a bit upset. She wanted me to come over Friday evening, as she had something to tell me.

Thursday, I drove the nine hours to where I was going to be working this summer in Tennessee. The next day, I unloaded the van, went and saw my boss, Ron White, and turned around and drove back north. I arrived in Anderson at ten, went into the dorm and Megan came down and brought me back up. April was there, as was Rick. And a blond. The blond from Florida. I was a bit shocked to see her belly, showing a bit of a bulge, three months pregnant, I guessed. And the resemblance to someone else I had recently seen was uncanny.

And before I had a chance to ask how she was doing, April said "Megan's going to Turkey."

I looked at Megan, and she had a sad look on her face, saying "I decided to take a year of missionary work. I'll be leaving Memorial Day weekend."

I sighed, and hugged her, and said "I'll miss you."

She broke our hug, and went to her bed, and picked up an overnight bag, saying "Oh, this is Cathy, you remember her, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do." I looked at the bag, asking "Where we going?"

"Your place!" she replied, taking me by the hand, and we walked out the door.

We walked to my van, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. I wanted to get her in the van, and then chase his fat, ignorant self-righteous ass down and stomp the shit out of him, but I didn't. Her grip of my hand helped me overcome the desire, as we got in, and drove off towards West Lafayette.

Once on the interstate, I said "What brought this on?"

"Mom and Dad. They came and visited me Wednseday, and they think it would be good for me to get away from here. It might help my head, Jeff." She paused before adding, "They said that they do like you, though. And hope you understand.

I was silent for a spell, before saying "Yeah, I suppose it would." Then, I tried my best to reassure her, by saying "And when you return, if you still want me, I'll be waiting."

She looked at me, a pouting look on my face, as she replied, "Oh god, Jeff, you better be." She then asked "So, you do love me?"

"Yes."

"I won't go then."

"Yes, you shall. If your parents think it's for the best, you should go."

I could feel the look she was giving me, one of wanting to know if I really did care for her. "I do have a request, though."

"What's that?"

"I want to be with you as much as possible before you leave."

I turned and saw her smile, and I reached my hand out and she took it. She said "I don't have my next exam until Tuesday."

"What's the rest of the schedule look like?"

"Two on Tuesday, three on Wednesday."

"No problem, we'll just come down each day for your exam. And Wednesday I'll help you take things home if you would like."

She eagerly replied, "Ohhh, that would work out great." She let go of my hand, and she reached for her purse, and brought it up, saying "One more thing." She was digging through her purse, as she said "Do you think a box of thirty-six is enough for the weekend?"

I was busy negotiation traffic on the Indianapolis by-pass, first thinking, huh? I looked her way, she was holding up a large box of condoms, a quizzical look on her face. I smirked, "Damn Megan. If I use all those this weekend, you'll probably have to bury me." Almost crashed my van! Damn!

I had drive nine hours already today, tired as hell, but my pecker's mind took control. It was rock hard in seconds, as it was anticipating the conservative blond's hot box. So there she went, talking about how she was looking forward to our sexual adventures to begin this night. She was non-stop actually, getting quite descriptive about it, and even comparing my cock to Harvey's at one point. I just chuckled and smiled, as she went on and on.

It was pushing midnight when we pulled up to my apartment. Getting out of the van, I carried her bag as we walked to the door, and I opened it. She was now silent, as she took in the sight of my place. This was her first visit here, and her eyes were open wide and mouth hanging open as she looked about the place. When we went into the bedroom, she smiled, seeing the large, queen size bed.

"Um, Jeff, let me go into the bathroom to freshen up." We kissed, as she took her bag from my hand, and went into the bathroom. I stripped naked, and pulled out a pair of knit shorts, my pecker making a rather large tent in the front. I wanted to wear something, heck, no reason to make it look like I was wanting to nail her right away. I even went to the back of my door and grabbed my robe, and put it on.

I heard the toilet flush, then the water in the sink was running for a good five minutes, before the bathroom door opened, and she came out. Oh, what a sight. My naked blond angel, two breasts of different sizes, but still damn good looking. She came to where I stood, and she looked up to me, a nervous smile on her face, as I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her. She felt warm, but I could feel her uneasiness. Maybe she's having second thoughts? I had all weekend, no use rushing into this, as I stepped back, took her by her hands, and said "Come." as I led her out of the bedroom.

She had a surprised look on her face, as I stopped by the closet, and pulled out my camping mat. "What are you doing?"

"Let's start by me giving you a body massage." She smiled, as I led her to the table in the kitchen. It was two feet wide, and five feet long, just right size for a little blond beauty such as her. I laid the mat down, and had her climb up onto her belly. Then I went to my bedroom, and brought out a blanket, which I placed over her, as well as a bottle of hand cream.

I grabbed the throw pillows off the couch, putting one under her ankles, and the other under her face, telling her, "Place it where it feels the best.", as I want to her feet, and started the massage.

Oh yeah, she moaned her appreciation as soon as I started in on her left foot. And I slowly went to work, kneading and massaging her bare flesh. Covering up a body part when I was done with it, and uncovering another when I was starting on it.

When I got to her fantastically round ass, I worked her inner thighs gently, and I smiled when she subconsciously bucked her hips. And her back, she sighed deeply as I worked her back muscles, and I didn't overwork her shoulders, not even trying to get the knots out. This was to be a massage for pleasure, not for therapeutic measures. I was done with her back, and she rolled over, and I started the process all over, working from her toes to her scalp. By the time I was done, she was all smiles, and very much relaxed.

I said "All done, save for one thing."

She moaned softly, asking "What's that?"

I pulled the blanket up her legs, and up to her belly, exposing her sex. Yeah, she's on the table, guess I'll have to have dinner. I know, that's not a good way of saying it, but I don't care. And from her body's response as I breathed onto her pubic mound, she didn't care either.

Her vaginal lips parted as she spread her legs, while I got onto my knees on the table, and kissed her sweet pussy lips. My tongue delved into her honey, and a soft groan escaped her lips, a harder groan as my tongue brushed up and circled her swollen clit.

I was in a state of shock, when her hips raised suddenly off the table, and slammed back down hard, her body shaking as she already was in the middle of her first orgasm, and I had just begun. My forefinger probed her pussy, as I started suckling and licking her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. I was downright amazed at how easily she reached orgasm. Good thing Harvey didn't discover this, or she wouldn't be with me.

I stopped licking her cunt, and moved up her body, my face wet with her cum as I kissed her flat tummy, before getting to her uneven breasts. Her tits were heaving, as she was recapturing her breath, her lips mumbling something about this was the best experience she has ever had. I was hoping there would be better things to come, as I kissed her throat, then her chin, before arriving at her lips.

After a sweet, hot kiss, I moved off the table, and scoped her up into my arms. She wrapped her arms about my neck, kissing my neck and face with rapid kisses as I carried her into my bedroom. I laid her down on my bed, and went to her bag, and pulled out the box of condoms. My cock was ready to burst, I thought about letting her suck me off first, then go, but decided I could just wait for that later. I was sure there would be lots of 'later'! Once cock was sheathed in its protective covering, I climbed on the bed, and she smiled a nervous smile, gazing at my bouncing meat.

I guided the tip of my cock to the entrance to her vagina, and slid it along her slit. She moaned softly, saying "April said this will hurt at first."

I sent the cockhead into her, asking "Do you want me to go in slowly?"

She put her heels into my butt, and grabbed my hips, and pulled me into her with a hard jerk. I blasted on in, sinking all six and a half inches of my proud, thick cock into her, making her yelp at the sudden loss of her maidenhood. She breathed deeply a few times, and then she opened her eyes, giggled, and said "No."

I was still a bit worried, as I asked "Are you okay?"

She was grinning, and her hips started moving, as she said "I feel full, it hurt for a second or two, but it sure feels good now."

Yeah, I had to agree with her on the last part. My cock felt like it was in a vice, and every time she moved, it felt like that vise of a cunt of hers was getting tighter. God, Harvey sure did screw up, the dumbass right-wing nutcase. This is one fine woman, that needed special loving. Not shove it in her ass and claim her as your own.

My cock could only stand so much stimulation, as after a few strokes, I grunted and my whole body stiffened, my cock blasting it's payload into the condom. I was surprised when I heard her own animalistic cry, as my pulsating cock sent her over the edge for another orgasm.

I was beat, eleven hours of driving, followed by giving her a one-hour massage, little to eat, save her fantastic blond snatch, and then popping her cherry. Hey, what can I say? I crashed! Dead to the world, not knowing or caring about anything, save the lovely angel beside me, as we both were soon sound asleep.

In the morning I awoke to find her on her knees, hunched over my crotch, as she was sucking my hard pecker. Her mouth felt hot, as her tongue slid the length of my rod, twisting her mouth over my shaft, then nibbling at the sides. Oh yeah, I was loving this oral attention. My hand on her bare bottom signaled to her that I was now awake, as I looked at the clock. It read a bit after nine, as she raised her head, and smiled at me. In her free hand she held a condom, and I smiled as she clumsily unwrapped it and pulled it down my shaft.

She then swung a leg over my torso, and holding onto my prick, she guided it to her wet, hot tight cunt. She let out a hiss as she slid down the length, her pubes mashing into mine. I felt the cheeks of her ass resting on top of my balls, as she put her hands up onto my chest, and started gyrating her hips, giving me a good morning ride.

My hands went to work on her breasts, kneading them and pulling gently on her hard, long nipples. I've had other women ride me. Others that were much more experienced, but none were ever this tight, nor this sweet. She worked herself up to a few good orgasms, before she collapsed on top of me, exhausted and temporarily sated. Then, we got up and had cereal for breakfast, not bothering to get clothes on, as she sat on my lap and we fed each other while we were in the nude.

After eating we moved to the couch, so I could feast on her pussy once more. Then she rolled down, so I took her from behind right there on the floor. Then we moved to the bathroom, where we did it against the vanity, I went down to my knees, to get another taste of her clitty. A shower was needed, as we soaped and washed each others bodies, then she sucked on my prick, under the hot water. There, she got her first chance to swallow.

After playfully drying each other off, we returned to the bedroom. That's when we first sixty-nine, with me on top. My fingers probed her cunt, as our tongues explored each others sex. She then sat on my lap, and we rode to a good, mutual cum. We napped for a spell, waking up to lick and suck each other, with me loving to taste her different breasts. With a fresh sheath on my tool, we laid next to each other, as I guided my cock into her as our legs were scissor together. We didn't move, just laid there for the longest time, as I could feel my cock pulse and twitch in her fine little corner of paradise.

The rest of the weekend was like that. Only taking time to eat, some sleep, potty breaks, and removing used rubbers and putting fresh ones back on. I didn't go through all thirty-six by Monday night. But we did use well more than half. Tuesday morning, we woke early and I took her to Anderson for her exams. She studied on the way, and once there, I sat in Kevin's room, as he had exams as well.

We returned to my place Tuesday evening after dinner. More hot sex. What more can a guy ask for? Wednesday morning I first received a phone call from Kevin, and then we drove down for her last exams. We then packed up her things, and headed to Portland. It was an interesting trip. We walked into her home, and she was upset, saying to her parents, "We've a problem."

Mrs. Brock asked "What's that?"

I stated "I got pulled over, and they did a search for drugs. A dog thinks it found traces of pot on her suitcase."

Megan protested "Momma, I've never done drugs."

I went on, "It was the local county sheriff deputy. He confiscated her bag, and issued us a citation. Says that they'll test it at the lab."

Well, Mr. Brock called up Matthew, and soon he was there talking to Megan and I privately along with her parents. He was on the phone, making phone calls, and after a brief chat with the secretary of the county judge, we were told that if the lab tests were negative, and that if we provided blood tests to prove there was nothing in our system, then at our court case next Thursday we would be cleared.

So, after taking care of her things that didn't get confiscated, we drove on back to West Lafayette, where we got down to some serious love making. I finished that box off by Saturday morning. Just as well, as she was now having problems walking, too much riding.

Monday we went to the health clinic to get those blood tests that the county requested. And Wednesday morning we returned to Portland, as Megan had a doctors appointment for a physical. Her mother mentioned the previous week that it would be a good idea to have one.

I spent Wednesday and Thursday evening at the Brock's house, sleeping on the couch the first night. Our court appearance went well, with us being joined by Kevin and Rachel, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Brock. And Thursday evening, Ethan's jaw about dropped when Megan escorted me to her bedroom for a good nights sleep, although it was a short night.

We got to the Indy airport just before six in the morning Friday. It was a tearful farewell, as her parents and siblings, save for Ethan, showered her with hugs and kisses. She obtained her ticket, and we talked with her, wishing her well. I gave her a small gift box just before she eventually had to go through security and to her gate, waving to us as she walked down the terminal hall.

All of us had tears in our eyes, as we made our way to the parking lot and to our vehicles. That’s when Mr. Brock said "Well Jeff, when you leaving for your job."

I replied, "I wanted to go tonight, but I've too much to pack yet. And I have to take the seats out and put the bed back in."

He laughed, "No problem. Jane can take the younger kids home in her and Matthews van, the rest of us can go in the remaining two vans and help you."

I saw Ethan's face, it was one of shock. "Well, gee Mr. Brock. That sure would be nice of you, if it's of no inconvenience."

He grinned, as we got to the three vans, "None at all. The men into one van, and the women into another."

I unlocked mine, and watched as Matthew got into the way back, with Ethan and Stephen. Rick and Kevin climbed into the middle set of seats, and Mr. Brock climbed into the passenger seat, as we buckled in, and headed out of the parking lot towards my apartment.

The first hour was a bit tedious, as Ethan started in right off about my van, and how he shouldn’t be riding in such a den of sin. Then he started in about my place, even though he had never been there.

Finally, Mr. Brock looked down at the electronic equipment on the floor, and turned to Kevin, and asked "What's that?"

Kevin smiled, "It's sort of a recorder/player combo."

"What's it record?" he asked him.

Ethan blurted out, "Probably something not ethical."

Mr. Brock looked at Kevin's cell phone, and said "Is that your cell phone?"

Kevin took it off his belt, saying "Yes sir, would you like to try it?"

He took it from him, saying "You know, I've never had one," as he dialed a number, and pressed send, "Although my son Ethan does."

I was looking in the rear view mirror, and saw the shocked look on Ethan’s face. And he was in for a bigger shock, as I heard a cellophane go off in the back of the van, followed by a beeping coming from the electronic equipment of Kevin's that was on the floor. Mr. Brock looked at his son, and asked "You going to answer that?"

I was watching traffic, as I heard him pull his ringing cell phone out of his pocket, open the cover, and say "Hello.", and a split second later, we heard his voice coming from Kevin’s recorder.

Mr. Brock hung up Kevin's cell phone, and asked "Cool, and you can record, huh? What type of recordings do you have?"

Kevin responded by leaning forward, and hit a button, saying "Well, let's see. I think you can call this one "Casting A Lure."

A voice came on, it being Ethan's "Harvey, this is Ethan, I've got some interesting news."

A second voice, I recognized it as Harvey's, "What's that?"

E: "Megan's going on a missionary trip."

H: "Really? When and where?"

E: "To Turkey. She's going with the World Missionary program. It's a year-long program."

H: "Yeah, I know that organization. They were on campus a few weeks back. But why is she going?"

E: "Dad said it was to get away from here for a while."

H: "Interesting. Hey, can I call you back?"

E: "Sure. Looking forward to it, brother."

Kevin hit a button, and Mr. Brock said "Now, wasn't that sweet. reporting in to a rapist." He didn't even wait for a response, as he asked Kevin, "What's next?"

"I call this one the "Nibble"." responded Kevin.

He started it up, and there was a ring,

E: "Hello."

H: "Hi Ethan. I did some checking. She's leaving Friday of Memorial Day weekend."

E: "Yeah, that's right."

H: "Well, I can go to. My dad said he can get me a passport within twenty-four hours."

E: "You're going to go? But why?"

H: He chucked, then he said "Think about it, a Muslim country. I can get over there with her, and force her under their laws to marry me. You know I've heard how strict those heathens are towards women, not that I don't agree with that. Heck, we should have some of their laws."

E: "Wow, I don't know Harvey. I mean, she even sees you at the airport, she may change her mind."

H: "I already checked into it with Mr. Oswalt, he runs the program in our district. Megan's leaving from Indy, right? Well, I'll leave from St Louis. It's even different airlines."

E: "That'll be so great." A voice calling his name, as he said "My mother’s calling me. Wish dad would treat her as she should be treated. She's just gotten to be too bossy lately. Like my slut of a sister Rachel."

They said their good-byes, and Kevin hit the stop button. You could hear a pin drop in the van, nothing was being said, as Mr. Brock was staring at his third son. "What's next, Kevin?"

"Well, this little number is titled "Attempted set up". It was recorded the Tuesday evening before Megan came home from college."

This one was idle talk at first, both gloating at their success in Harvey getting to go to Turkey with the Mission work. Then, the conversation got interesting.

H: "I'm going to plant a surprise for that blasphemous bastard Jeff."

E: "What's that, Brother?"

H: "Megan has exams tomorrow. I'm going to put some marijuana inside his van. And then call the cops on him to report it."

E: Ethan was laughing "Great. But better yet, call the police here in Portland."

Kevin didn't bother stopping it, as he said "This next piece is titled "Missed shot." I think you'll like it."

E: "Harvey? It's Ethan. Bad news Brother. The cops didn't find any of it, but some residue. They went to the courthouse, and the judge said if they take blood tests, and nothing shows in their systems, then no charges will be filed."

H: Angrily, he said "Darn! They sure are lucky."

I pulled off the interstate, and onto the main drag going into Lafayette. Mr. Brock asked Kevin, "Anything else?"

Kevin chuckled, "Yeah, I title this last one 'Fish Takes Hook, Line and Sinker.', it's a good one. I recorded it yesterday afternoon."

H: "Ethan, I'm in St. Louis."

E: "Great, when you flying out?"

H: "I'm at the gate now. I board in ten minutes."

E: with a cheerful voice, he says "Well, good luck, wish I was there when you meet my sister."

H: "Within forty-eight hours, that slut will be mine, and mine alone."

Mr. Brock chuckles, as I looked into the rearview mirror. Ethan's mouth is hanging open, in total disbelief. His father, grinning, says "Brother Harvey is going to have a long wait in Istanbul." I pulled up in front of my apartment. A car was in front of it, but not one that I know. He went on, "Your sister is going to do missionary work, but the location has changed." I looked at him, and he motioned me to go on out of the van. He opened his door as well, and got out. Rick and Kevin climbed out, and stood to the side, big ass smiles on their faces. Stephen came out first from the back, followed by Ethan and then Matthew, both brothers ready to grab Ethan in case he tried to flee.

Ethan said "Look dad, it would have been for her own good."

Mr. Brock turned, heading up the walk to my front door, and with a commanding voice he said "Come with me."

I followed the whole group, Rick and Kevin in front, followed by Ethan, with a brother on each side, holding onto his arms. The door was unlocked, as the patriarch turned the handle, and walked on inside, followed by the rest of us. I closed the door behind us, and Mr. Brock turned around, came face to face with his son, and with one punch knocked his son on his ass.

He stood over him, saying "That's for your sister. From now on, you will treat her with the utmost respect." Blood was starting to leak from Ethan's nose, as Mr. Brock reached down and pulled on Ethan's shirt collar, and let him have it again, "And that's for your mother, who is mighty tired of your lack of manners towards the opposite sex in general. She's pretty fed up with your attitude son, and so am I!"

Ethan was spitting blood out of his mouth. To say I was smiling was an understatement. Kevin had a big shit eating grin, as he was enjoying it immensely, as was Rick. Both older brothers however, they had serious looks on their faces. I was in a way hoping they each would take a turn giving Ethan a good punch, but that, unfortunately, didn't happen. Although Stephen had the best reason, as did someone else in my apartment, that as of yet hadn't made an appearance.

Mr. Brock started in on telling his son on how his behavior is going to change, not just towards family members, but to everyone else as well. Yeah, I was enjoying this. Seems Ethan has been disobeying his father in regards to being influenced by Harvey. And then, he said to his other two sons, "Strip him."

Ethan's face showed his shock, as Matthew and Stephen pounced on him, tearing his clothes off of his body. Ethan was screaming for them to stop as he struggled, as Mr. Brock said to Kevin, "Give them a hand, you too Jeff, you're both part of the family now."

Ethan's face was one of utter disbelief, wondering why he was being stripped naked, and what did his father mean by part of the family. He was struggling, but the four of us had him naked and pulled over to the door going into my bedroom. As I held onto his arm, trying not to break it, I reached around the corner, and grabbed a manacle. It was attached to a long chain, as I handed it to Matthew, who clamped it onto his left ankle.

We let him go, as he sat there, looking at the attached piece of equipment. He looked around the corner, and saw where I had attached it securely to the floor. He then looked back at his father, who had a rather nasty smile on his face.

Ethan said meekly, "You're going to leave me with him? Naked?"

Mr. Brock chuckled, "No, leaving you with him would only punish him. And, he isn't the one needing to be punished." He came over to where Ethan was sitting, the young man covering his privates with his hands. "Son, putting it mildly, you've strayed. You've misinterpreted God's good book for your own deviant desires. As has Harvey. And, well, you're going to start to be retrained."

"Retrained? By who?" he asked.

My bathroom door opened, and a young lady stepped out, wearing just a robe. Mr. Brock said "Hello Cathy." He turned to Ethan, "You surely remember Cathy? Your girlfriend?"

Ethan muttered something, turning his head so he couldn't look at her. She came over to stand over him, giving most of us a side profile. The tall blond looked down at him, smiling, and said "Hello Ethan. Looks like you've had a talk with your father."

Mr. Brock stated, "I think he's having problems remembering you, dear."

"Oh, he's having problems with his memory." She said, first looking at Mr. Brock, then at Ethan, as she then dropped the robe, revealing her nude body to all. Her belly was round, showing her very pregnant condition, as her breasts were sagging from the milk they were carrying, as she said "Remember this body, Ethan? You should. After all, you told me that I should obey you that night in late February, as you took my virginity. That weekend you made me a mommy-to-be. You entered me seven times that weekend." She sighed, "And I thought it was love." Another sigh, then she went on, saying "But that wasn't enough, was it?" She pulled her robe back on, before saying "No, it wasn't. The next weekend you told me I was just a slut to give in to you. A slut that needed to be fucked. Your words. A slut that should be shared, which you did. Making me give in to Brother Harvey and his little cock. You two took me what? A good eight or nine times each that night, fucking me one after the other. Not even letting me to get up to clean myself up."

She reached down, pulling him up by his ears, "And then, all you had to say, was that I was a slut. Not worthy of your love. You told me all I was good for was to be fucked by men. I was devastated, Ethan. And I believed you, what you said. That's why when I went to Florida with your sister Megan, I ended up in the motel room with men. Lots of men. That's where I discovered something else, Ethan. Do you know what that is?" Ethan had a scared look in his eyes, not even answering as she went on, "Well, of course not. Women are sluts in your mind, we are not to enjoy sex, just to be fucked, and have babies. I found out otherwise, mister. I found out that sex can be enjoyable, and, for the rest of the summer, you're going to find out how to make it enjoyable for me!"

Damn, I was amazed. She started in on other things, but my attention was drawn to the door, as a group of people came in. Mrs. Brock, followed by Charlene, who immediately went to her little sister Cathy's side. Yeah, they're sisters. I recognized Charlene as someone I should have known when I had dinner the first time at Megan’s family home. A year apart in age, they're damn near identical. She hugged Cathy, and they started talking, as I saw April and Rachel enter the apartment. I smiled at Rachel, and after she gave Kevin a hug and kiss, she came to me, as I greeted her with "Hello Mrs. Kevin Darling."

After wrapping her arms about me, she pulled my face down to hers, and locked her lips to mine, giving me a bit of tongue, before breaking the kiss and saying "That's for Megan."

Ethan must have been watching us, as he stammered out, "Mrs. Darling? They're married?"

Mrs. Brock coldly said "Yes. And tomorrow, you will be as well."

I didn't wait to hear the rest, as I went on outside. Kevin and Rick joined me, and we were chuckling as we pulled the seats out of the van. The bed was in the garage, as was all that remained for me to haul to Tennessee.

Once done, I shook their hands, just as Mr. Brock came out. He was all smiles, as he said "Well Jeff, looks like you're ready to go. Drive safely."

I shook his hand, "I will sir."

With a laugh, he said "Nice fishing with you, son."

I was grinning as I went around, and climbed into the drivers seat, and waved as I pulled away from the apartment, and after dropping off a packet at the college admissions office, I was heading for my summer job in Tennessee.

It was midnight when I pulled up to the cabin and parked the van. I could see a light on inside as I walked up to the door, took out my key and unlocked it, and stepped on inside. The cabin is small, smaller than my apartment even. Barely twenty by sixteen, it had a combination kitchen/living room, and a bedroom plus a small bathroom with only a shower.

I smiled, as there sat a gorgeous blond, smiling at me, as she rose and walked my way. Her hair was undone, hanging down to her shoulders, framing her cute face, and deep blue eyes. She was wearing a white strapless teddy, as I took her into my arms, saying "Hello Mrs. Megan Hartman." I grabbed her left hand, and pulled it up, looking at the wedding band on it, adding "I see it fits."

She giggled, as she kissed my chest, her hands undoing my pants, "Yes, it does, Mr. Jeff Hartman. I was rather surprised when I opened the box once I was on the plane to Atlanta." Another kiss, as she asked "Did you drop off my packet?"

I responded, "Yes, you’re now registered at Purdue for next year." I kissed her lips, "Your first ever flight was good? And you had no problems getting here?"

She smiled, as she dropped to her knees, her tiny fingers reaching into the fly of my pants, tugging my growing pecker out, "No problems. I enjoyed meeting Reverend Ron White and his wife Emily."

She kissed the tip of my cock, and I moaned. "Are you happy?" I was looking down, as I pushed the fabric of her teddy off her tits, revealing the unbalanced pair. Nice, very nice.

My fingers grazed them, enjoying the softness of them, as she said "Yes, as happy as anyone can be." She grinned, adding "And awfully surprised." My cock passed her warm lips, on into her hot, wet mouth.

I chuckled, "Yeah, I'm sure it was a shock to you when we showed up at the courthouse and I announced that I wanted to marry you right then and there."

She stopped sucking to say "You, my parents, Rachel, Kevin and who all knows else did a great job of hiding it all from me."

She stood, and our lips met, I tasted the saltiness of my pre-cum, which was on her lips and tongue. She smiled as we walked to the bedroom, and I laid down on my back, as she climbed on, and hovered over my cock, and undid the snap of the teddy in her crotch. I started to stop her, but she said "It's okay. Momma had me start on the pill Tuesday. I wondered why she did that." I laughed, as she closed her eyes and moaned as her silky feeling cunt enveloped my proud and hard cock. I'm in heaven. She smiled as she bottomed out, "I'm very thankful of momma."

I agreed, saying "Me too!", as my hands found her uneven twins. They felt great, as she started slowly working her hips. "You ready for your missionary work?"

She had her eyes closed, "Yes, Emily says I'll start next weekend. She thinks I'll do good helping her with her Women’s Ministry." She giggled, "So when did you learn that daddy knew your boss?"

I smiled, leaning my head up to kiss her nipple, "When he and your mother came to me about this whole fishing trip."

"Oh," Her eyes flew open, "Reverend White said that under the circumstances, we can celebrate our honeymoon all week. No need for you to start work until after next weekend."

"What a guy!" I stated with a hearty laugh.

"So," she asked, closing her eyes once again, enjoying the feeling of my cock stretching her tight pussy out, "My brother started his programming, this is good. Oh, and daddy called earlier this evening, he was mad at you until he found out you had nothing to do with it."

I was puzzled, "Do with what?"

An evil grin came to her face, "He received a phone call from Mr. Oswalt earlier in the evening, seems Harvey has been arrested in Turkey for trying to smuggle in a pound of cocaine into the country." She gasped, saying "Oh god!", as a good hard cum took control of her body. She shuddered, as her breathing became labored. And as she regained her breath, I asked "Well, who did it?"

She was still gasping for oxygen, "Daddy, um, wouldn't say...think it...oh shit.." Another trembler. Yeah, just seconds apart, what a woman. I pulled her torso down against my chest, feeling her boobies pressing into me, as I hugged her tightly.

"Your brothers Matthew and Stephen?" I asked, as I felt my cock start to throb, the wonderful feeling of my cum starting to take the quick journey from my balls to her womb was about to begin.

"I, uh, think so. Daddy, um, said something about someone deciding we shouldn't practice 'catch and release' on this fishing trip? What does he mean?" She asked, just as my body stiffened, and I groaned, sending waves of cum into her hot cunt. The feeling of my spurting rod was to much for her, as she cried out, an even more intense orgasm than the previous two raced through her wonderful body.

Her body went limp on top of mine, and soon her breathing was soft and gentle. I chuckled, both of us worn out from what would be a whole week of fun. She sighed, saying "It's sure is nice here. Out in the woods, no one else around."

Gently rubbing her skin on her back, I said "Yes, and there's a very nice little waterfall nearby. Not far to walk to at all."

She raised her head, her eyes like slits, after having three good hard cums, she was exhausted, as was I. She kissed my lips, laid her head back down on my shoulder, and before she drifted off to sleep, she said "I can't wait to see what all we can do there."

I chuckled softly, as I reached down and pulled the covers up over us, looking forward to it immensely. And I was thinking that I agreed, this surely is not 'catch and release', as I chuckled and drifted off to sleep.

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