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Melissa’s Secrets
by Pookie


Chapter 27


Mrs. Rayner came over to help Mom get organized for the trip, and 
to make sure she brought everything we'd need.  They had to run 
out to get a few things as well. Having never gone camping in a 
tent before, I was surprised what all was needed.

While they were gone, Jamie and I were out in the shed pulling 
out camping gear.  I had rarely gone into the shed.  It was dark 
and dirty in there, where dad stored his garden tools and other 
surplus junk.  It held nothing of interest I thought. But after 
discovering we had a tent I wondered if there were any other 
secrets stored out here.  I made a mental note to do some 
exploring when we got back.

Jamie was looking for a lantern, and he asked if I knew why we 
were going nude camping without Daddy.

“I told them I wanted to go before school starts back,” I said, 
avoiding telling him the real reason.  “Who knows if we’ll get to 
go anywhere this summer the way Daddy is working all the time.”

“I see. And you’re cool with showing off to a bunch of strangers 
what you’ve got?  Or rather, what you don’t got?” he asked, 
smirking at me.

I scrunched my lips at him.  I was way past tired of him making 
fun of my body.  I grabbed a small piece of wood and threw it at 
him.

“What the fuck!” he said, ducking when he heard it hit the wall 
beside him.  I didn’t really aim to hit him.

He looked back at me and saw the angry look I was giving him.

“I was just joking, Mel!  Sheesh!”

“Do you see me laughing, shithead?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

I turned away from him, almost in tears.  Yeah, we’d teased and 
taunted each other since forever without getting violent with 
each other.  I was feeling vulnerable about a lot of things 
though.  I didn’t need my own brother, who was happily fucking me 
pretty much whenever, making fun of my body.

“I’m sorry,” he said, standing right behind me.  I didn’t say 
anything though.

He moved around to stand in front of me.

“I mean it,” he said genuinely.  “Look, you have a great body.  
You’re sexier than most girls my age.  I just like being a dick 
with you sometimes.  You know that.  It’s my job.”

I snickered a little.

“I think you’ve got very sexy boobs.  They make you look really 
hot.”

I still didn’t say anything, but I wasn’t giving him my ‘go fuck 
yourself’ look either.  I liked hearing him flatter me.

“Don’t you see how guys look at you?”

Keep going.

“Small boobs on your slender body are great.”

I was smiling more.

“And your ass.  Gawd, Mel.  It’s so nicely shaped and firm 
looking.  It’s perfect on you.”

It might be perfect, but it was still a little tender from Pastor 
Thomas fucking it the previous night.

“Why do you think you turn me on all the time?”

Jamie’s body was certainly backing up his words.  His hardon was 
quite obvious.

He noticed me looking down at his bulging shorts.  He quickly 
undid his pants and slid them down with his underwear.  His cock 
stuck straight out at me.

“I’d love to fuck your ass sometime.”

Well, I’d like that too, but not today.

“Maybe sometime,” I told him, as I started undoing my shorts.  
“You’ll have to settle for something else right now.”

I slipped my shorts and panties down as I turned to lean over a 
table in the shed.  Jamie moved up behind me, pressing the length 
of his shaft into my butt crack.  He began rutting against me 
slowly.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck this tight sexy ass now?”

“We don’t have time for that,” I insistently replied.  “Just fuck 
my pussy.”

He then moved his cock lower, rubbing his cockhead along my very 
wet slit.

“Damn, girl.  You’re soaking wet.”

I poked my butt out at him even more.  He playfully slapped it a 
few times, which felt great.  For a moment, I almost decided to 
let him fuck my ass, but then regained my senses.  Mr. and Mrs. 
Thomas had spent a lot of time getting me ready for Mr. Thomas’s 
big cock.  Without some lube, it was gonna hurt.  Even with 
Jamie’s smaller cock, he would probably rip me open, if I let 
him.

He then surprised me when he leaned down and began kissing my 
butt cheeks.  With his mouth moving closer to my butt hole, he 
began licking and pushing his tongue inside me a little.  I just 
hoped I didn’t still taste like cum.  Probably not, but if he’d 
known I’d already had my butt filled with cum the night before, I 
wondered if he would’ve been so eager about pushing his tongue 
into my pooper like he was.  He’d sucked cum out of a pussy 
before, but an ass was a whole different thing.

His soft tongue on my asshole felt incredible.  I guess he really 
couldn’t tell a cock and a strap-on dildo had been in there the 
previous night.  I was glad he couldn’t.  I’d hate it if my 
asshole was now noticeably stretched.  If anyone would notice, it 
probably would be Jamie.  He’d seen it up close enough.

After licking my butthole for a few minutes, his tongue moved 
down to my pussy. His tongue stabbed into my opening making me 
wiggle my butt. My legs began to shake when his tongue swirled 
around my clit almost making me cum.

“I think you’re ready,” he grinned.

He stood back up, took his cock in one hand, set it against my 
opening and pushed in.  He proceeded to fuck me with his sexy 
dick.  He leaned down a little, reaching under my top to push my 
bra off my tits, cupping them gently in his hands.  He played 
with them as he slowly slid his cock in and out of my pussy.  
When he began pulling on my hard nipples, I moaned noisily.

“Don’t get too loud, sis,” he warned, reminding me the neighbors 
might hear me.  

I probably needed to look into getting a muzzle or something.  My 
involuntary, and rather loud, vocal responses to all things 
sexual were bound to be my undoing someday.

“Keep doing that.  Gawd that feels so good,” I encouraged him.

“Are you still mad at your big brother?”

“I love you, Jamie.  I can’t stay mad at you,” I panted.

He stopped and pulled out of me.  I was about to protest quite 
loudly before he turned me around, with his lips finding mine.  
Then his tongue was in my mouth.  I returned his kiss just as 
passionately.  We’d never kissed quite like that before.  We were 
making out like two ardent lovers.

He lifted me up onto the table, and slid his cock back into me.  
He pulled my top off, and removed my bra completely so he could 
touch me all over without anything getting in the way.  His hands 
were all over me, but he spent most of the time playing with my 
breasts.  He kept staring at them like he was going to eat them 
or something.

He fucked me with long steady strokes until I started cumming.  
It was probably a good thing he put his mouth over mine in a kiss 
too, or the neighbors would’ve heard me.  His cock began jerking 
inside of me as well, spurting his cum deep in my cunt.  He was 
timing each of his inward thrusts to match each spurt, which felt 
incredible.  I was squeezing down on his hard shaft with each 
stab of his dick.

We were both almost out of breath when he let his softening cock 
slip out of me.  He was still holding onto me though, his lips 
close to mine.  I kissed him softly, which seemed to prompt him 
to kiss me again deeply.  He moved his hands to hold my head as 
he explored my mouth again with his tongue.

“You are so fucking hot, Melissa,” he breathlessly said.  
“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t your brother, so you could be my 
girlfriend.”

I melted when he said that.

“If you were my boyfriend, we’d probably break up in a year or 
two, and then we’d probably hardly even speak to each other.”

“So, are you saying I have lifetime rights?” he said, moving his 
hands to my butt, pulling me tighter to him.

I started to protest his insinuation that I might owe him 
something, but I knew he was teasing.

“If you keep being this nice to me, you can do this with me 
anytime,” I softly said.  “It’s part of the fringe benefits of 
being my sweet big brother.”

He ran his hands through my hair.  He was looking at me so 
passionately.  I got the feeling he was beginning to better 
appreciate what he had in his little sister ... and not just the 
sex he could have with me.  

He was getting hard again too, not that he ever got completely 
soft.  I pushed him back a little so I could get off the table 
and squat down.  His cock was covered with both our juices.  I 
looked up into his eyes, smiling sweetly.  I licked at a drop of 
his sperm on the tip of his dick.  He moaned his appreciation.  I 
continued licking his shaft clean, just touching it with my 
tongue.  At first, his cock kinda bobbed a little as his erection 
grew, but it only took moments for it to get steely hard.

I had to giggle a little as I felt some of his cum seeping out of 
me and dripping on to the floor of the shed forming a little 
puddle between my feet. I made a mental note to wipe it away 
later.

I slipped my mouth over the head, working the underside with my 
tongue.  This was usually when he might get impatient and begin 
pushing further into my mouth.  I rewarded his patience by slowly 
taking his entire cock into my mouth and throat.

I was a little surprised when my gag reflex didn’t kick in.  I 
guess I was becoming a veteran oral specialist.  I could probably 
get a certificate of achievement.  At least I’d have something to 
show for all I’d done over the summer.  Maybe I could write a 
paper about it for my eight grade English class too -- what I did 
on summer vacation.  I was rather proud of myself.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Mel,” he said between moans.

I love those kinds of endorsements.  Maybe Jamie would write a 
letter of recommendation for me.  Or better yet, write a review 
and publish it.  I’d become a big hit.  ‘America’s Got Talent’ 
might even beg me to come on their TV show.  Well, Mrs. Thomas’ 
uncle might have a version I could appear in.  The sky would be 
the limit for me ... along with that age of consent thingy.

I slurped noisily on his shaft as I took him again and again into 
my throat.  He kept singing praises to me.  Well, it was more 
like moronic grunts, but it was music to me.  Jesus and God got 
their fair share of commendation too.

I pulled my mouth away and began to stand back up.  He held me 
down somewhat though, putting his wet cock between my tits.  He 
pushed my boobs together against his shaft and started rutting 
against me.  It was the first time anyone had actually tried to 
titty fuck me like that.

I started to tell him there wasn’t really enough to work with, 
but the look on his face stopped me.  He was really getting into 
it.  It made me all the hornier too.  Maybe little tits weren’t 
such a bad thing.

Finally he was ready to stuff his cock back into my pussy.  He 
had me sit up on the table again, but told me to wrap my legs 
around his waist, and my arms around his neck.  Once he was 
inside me again, he grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me 
off the table.  He began moving me up and down against his body, 
using me like a sex toy to fuck his dick.  This was something 
new, and I liked it.  He had complete control of me.  I just 
hoped he didn’t drop me.  He didn’t have a problem holding my 
lightweight body though.  My brother is strong like that.

At one point, he had me lean back so that I was just holding his 
neck with my hands.  We both could look down to see his cock 
pushing in and out of me.  His cock seemed to swell even bigger 
inside me while he watched my pussy lips dragging along his hard 
veiny flesh.  I was clamping down tightly on him too.  Still 
holding me in that position, he started cumming again.  I had to 
hold on even tighter as his movements became more forceful.

Finally he was wasted, letting his softening dick slip out.  He 
set me down again on the table.  I held onto his neck though.

“Have you fucked Sarah like that?” I asked.

“Not yet.”

“You should.  That was awesome,” I complimented him.  “Did you 
like titty fucking me?”

“I love doing everything with you,” he said.  He’s such a sweetie 
when he wants to be.  I think he was still a little out of breath 
though, and was probably getting irritated by me asking him all 
these questions.  But he knew when to not complain.

“Have you titty fucked Sarah?  She’s got a little more to fuck.”

“Yeah, but your tits are just as nice.”

I leaned in closer to his ear, and softly asked, “What about 
Mom?”

“Mel!”

“Don’t ‘Mel’ me, buster.  Have you titty fucked Mom?”

He just stared at me for the longest moment.

“Well, she’s got a good bit more boobage than I do.  More than 
Sarah too,” I stated, as if it was all so reasonable.

His silence was deafening.  I had been half joking, but had it 
possibly happened? 

We then heard Mom and Mrs. Rayner talking as they came out of the 
backdoor.  They were probably coming to check up on us to see if 
anything else was needed.  We quickly got out clothes situated 
and started trying to remember what we were doing before.  Both 
of us looked over at the opening to the shed when Mom and Mrs. 
Rayner hadn’t said anything.  They were standing there smiling at 
us.  I started blushing when I realized just how obvious things 
looked, especially with the puddle of cum on the floor.

Mom said, “Finding everything?”

“Yeah,” we both said in unison.

I glanced over at them.  They were both looking at each other, 
almost laughing.  I realized we’d gotten little accomplished 
since they’d been gone.  We were so busted.


******


I called Sarah and told her what was going on too.  I was a 
little worried how she would take me going nude camping without 
at least trying to arrange for her to go as well.  Fortunately, 
she’d already had plans to stay at her grandparents for the 
weekend.  Her parents were going to be 'out of town' with some 
friends of theirs.  We both knew what that meant too.  We talked 
a little strategy for getting both our parents to go camping on 
Labor Day weekend.

I talked to Peter one more time during the afternoon.  He seemed 
hesitant when it came to talking much about Jennifer, so I didn't 
push it.  I'd have a whole weekend to observe what was going on 
between them, if anything.

I asked him what I needed to pack.

“Mel.  You’re going nude camping,” he said sarcastically.

“Yeah, but I need to take something to wear ... in case.”

“In case of what?  It snows?”

“Ha ha, Mr. Jokey Jokester.”

Guys just don’t understand.

Later in the afternoon, Mrs. Walcott stopped by to help Mom out.  
She was a veteran at this naked camping stuff.  I stayed out of 
their way so that they wouldn’t ask me to do anything.  Mrs. 
Walcott did stop by my room though.

“Hi, Melissa.   May I come in?”

I told her she didn’t have to ask, not after the things we’d been 
doing together the previous Saturday.  She came over and sat on 
the bed with me.

“I hear you’ve got your sights set on Peter.”

“I guess.  He’s funny and sweet.”

“And cute.”

“That too,” I blushed.

“You’re so adorable when you blush,” she said.

“I wonder why I ever blush anymore ... considering,” I said, 
giggling.

“I hope you can always have something to blush about,” she said, 
touching my cheek.  I understood what she meant.

“I doubt that will ever be a problem.  I blush at stuff I think 
about sometimes.”

“We share that in common,” she admitted.  “I try not to ever 
blush in front of my students though.”

“Have you ever worried that you’d accidentally run into a student 
of yours while camping?”

“It’s something I’ve thought about.  While there is always a 
chance, I doubt it would ever happen.  If it happened, I’d just 
have to deal with it.”

“Has anyone ever tried to blackmail you?”

“Fortunately, no.  I know it could happen.  But my going to a 
club just to dance could also be used against me by certain 
people.  Some people think teachers should be the perfect role 
model in and out of the class.”

“I don’t think I could be a teacher.”

“I think you’d be great at it.”

“I’m not a role model for anyone,” I readily admitted.

“You sell yourself short.  Quite a few people think a lot of 
you.”

I scrunched my lips at that.  I’d just have to take her word on 
it.

She leaned closer to me, "You're a beautiful young lady ... in so 
many ways.  I wish I had you in my classes."

"That would be cool," I grinned.  “Especially for after school 
detention.”

She chuckled, “I’d rather you stay after school for ‘special 
instruction’.”

“I’d like that,” I coyly said.

“Now I’m really pissed that you’re not in one of my classes,” she 
pouted cutely.

"I can still be your schoolgirl, if you want," I grinned, 
blushing yet again.

"I'd like that," she softly said, and then leaned into me, 
kissing me deeply.  One of her hands squeezed my breast gently.

"Would you discipline me ... if I was a bad girl?"

"Most certainly," she insisted, as she reached to fondle my butt.

“Or would you like for me to discipline you if you did a bad job 
teaching?” I giggled.

“You’re bad!” She laughed.

We ended up making out for about a half hour.  We got completely 
naked on my bed. It was the first time that a grown-up was making 
love to me in my own bed. I really liked it. We had enough time 
to lick each other to at least one good orgasm.  Neither of us 
ever said anything about a need to close my bedroom door.  I 
actually was hoping Mom had caught part of the action.


******


I was rather restless most of the evening.  It took me awhile to 
get to sleep that night as well.  I was looking forward to the 
adventure, but the thing with Jennifer was really bothering me.  
Then again, maybe I was misinterpreting things.  Maybe Peter was 
unaware of what Pam had so obviously noticed.  I was hoping it 
wasn't true.  I really liked Jennifer.  I didn’t want to have to 
kick her ass.  I knew I could make her life miserable.

We'd been pretty good friends over the past year, even though it 
was mainly limited to the time we were at school.  I'd gone out 
of my way to be friends with her.  I was hoping she wouldn't try 
to stab me in the back.  I really couldn't blame her if she was 
interested in Peter though.


******


Friday morning, Daddy made sure we had everything packed before 
he left for work.  I gave him a big thank-you hug while saying 
good-bye to him. I really wished he was going with us, but I was 
looking forward to spending time with Mom ... as well as Peter.  
Jamie would be without Sarah for the weekend, but I was sure he'd 
be hanging out with Penny and Kari much of the time.  Even if 
Jamie weren't going, Penny and Kari could easily attract enough 
attention from other guys to keep them both occupied.  Heck, the 
two of them could have a blast just entertaining each other for 
the weekend.

Pam and Mike obviously would hang out together.  They had really 
gotten close since they’d hooked up.  But they’d also been 
camping together for a number of years too.

I figured Julie had friends she knew that would be there.  After 
watching her with my daddy and her sister two nights ago, I knew 
she could find ways to entertain herself.  She probably had 
people signed up to spank her cute little butt.  I hated that I 
now thought of her like that.  But the image from the other night 
was totally burned into my mind.

I was also very curious to observe Mom's interactions with the 
other adults.  I knew the campground was 'family oriented', and 
that any kind of open sex would be frowned upon, as well as get 
you kicked out.  But where there’s a will, there’s a way.  And 
there were too many horny adults among our parents to ever think 
they wouldn't find a way to have their fun.

Would Mom participate though, especially with Daddy not with her?

I was most anxious to see my friend, and new rival, Jennifer.  
She'd never talked about being a nudist with me.  I could 
understand that though.  She had no way of knowing I wouldn't try 
to hurt her with that knowledge.  She'd never talked about Peter 
with me either though.  There was no reason not to, unless she 
had something to hide.

This whole thing sucked.  Here I was about to go on my first nude 
camping trip.  Your first time only happens once.  This should be 
a fun adventure.  I should be excited about seeing a bunch of 
leering old men with their dangling ding dongs and old ball 
sacks.  I could only imagine all the many boobs I’d see.  Just 
think of all the stories I’d be able to tell my grandkids one 
day!  But, nooooo.  Jennifer was stuck in my head.  I should beat 
the crap out of her just for that alone!

We were all loaded up and ready to leave around eight o'clock.  
Mom drove over to the Rayner’s house so we could follow them.  It 
was about an hour drive to the campground.

I'd have invited Peter to ride with me, but we were pretty packed 
into Mom’s car with all the stuff we were taking.  The Rayner’s 
SUV wasn’t any less cramped, even though it was larger.  It was a 
good thing the guys didn't have to bring much as far as clothes.  
If they did, they’d just have to go naked at the nudist 
campground.

I rode up front with Mom.  Jamie was in the cramped backseat with 
his iPod.  I brought mine along as well, but I was more 
interested in talking to Mom about what to expect at the 
campground.  Peter and Pam had told me a lot of things, but I was 
curious about Mom's perspective.

"Nervous?" Mom asked.

"A little.  How many people are usually there?"

"Maybe around fifty, give or take.  A lot depends on the weather.  
It's supposed to be really nice this weekend, so there may be 
more."

"How many times have you been?"

"Quite a few times, but we’ve only gone about twice a year over 
the last three years.  This is the first time this summer."

"So you and Daddy went before you started taking Jamie?"

"We've been going with the Walcotts and Rayners for years.  
Jamie’s gone four times with your father and me.  He’s gone with 
the Rayners on other trips.  This will be the first time this 
year for us.  Your father has been so tied up with work this 
summer that we haven't been able to plan any trips."

"What are the people like?"

"They're just ordinary people, except they like to be nude 
outdoors.  It’s mostly just couples, but a number of families 
will likely be there as well."

"There won't be a bunch of dirty old men there wanting to see my 
cooch?" I asked.  She laughed.

"There might be dirty old men there staring at you at times, but 
their wives or girlfriends will be close by.”

“Just dirty old married men are allowed?  What about the single 
pervy guys?”

“The campground has a very strict rule about not allowing single 
men to avoid that kind of thing from occurring."

"That doesn’t seem fair,” I jokingly complained.  “Do they let 
single women go?"

"The more the merrier, although they really encourage couples 
more than singles."

"Isn't that rather sexist?"

"If they’d let a bunch of single men in, then that's likely all 
they'd end up with after a while."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Would you feel comfortable being around a bunch of men who were 
probably there just to leer at you?"

I thought for a second.  Mom glanced over at the smile on my face 
and knew what I was thinking.

"Don't answer that," she said.

"I'm not that bad, Mom," I lightheartedly protested.

"Who do you think you're fooling?" she teased.  “You and I both 
know you like that guys want to stare at you.  You’re very easy 
on the eyes.”

“Well, I still think my boobs are too small,” I said, self-
deprecatingly.  “There’s hardly anything there to see.” 

“I disagree ... and bigger doesn’t always mean better,” she 
grinned.  “I know people who think you have very sexy boobs.”

I thought about that for a while and I knew better than to ask 
her who those people were. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t answer 
my question.  I decided to ask more about the campground.

“So just dirty old married men then?  What are the single men 
supposed to do if they want to hang out with naked girls?”

“That’s what strip clubs are for.”

“Have you ever been to a strip club?” I asked with great 
curiosity.

“Your father and I have.  There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“It’s cool.  I mean, even if you went without Daddy ... like a 
girls night.”

“There’ve been a few of those too,” Mom admitted.  I smiled to 
myself because of her telling me.  I think my silence caused Mom 
to wonder just how I took that.  She asked, “What do you think of 
your old Mom?”

There it was.  She was really seriously concerned about what I 
thought of her, just as Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Thomas had been 
telling me.  

I looked at her, and sincerely said, “Mom, you’re not old ... and 
I think you’re the best mom in the world.”

She glanced over at me, almost a little misty eyed.  I kept 
looking at her approvingly.  She turned her gaze back to the 
road, and seemed to struggle with her composure for a moment.  I 
don’t know if she was testing me with what she’d said or not, but 
she seemed to feel a great sense of relief that I wasn’t thinking 
badly of her.

“Would you take me sometime?” I asked, grinning.

“When you’re eighteen,” she said, flashing a slightly devilish 
smile.

“Too young again,” I said, feigning disappointment by shaking my 
head and sighing.

“One day you’ll wish you were too young again.”

I cocked my head, looking at her like she was crazy.

“You just wait,” she reassured.

I was really enjoying talking to Mom.  Things had really changed 
between us recently.  The drive to the campground was worth the 
trip alone.

I said, "It's hard to believe that people bring their kids to be 
naked around others."

"I think it’s better than taking your young daughter to a beach 
wearing a small bikini.  While a nude body can be exciting to 
look at, skimpy clothes over a nice body is a whole lot more 
titillating for guys."

"You said tit," I joked.

"You'll see a lot of those," Mom replied, shocking me a little 
that she hadn't criticize me for my 'immature' response.  "How 
are you going to feel showing off yours?"

"I may stay dressed."

"No way, sister.  You're the reason we're going,” she said a 
little sternly.  “I'll strip you myself, if I have to."

I grinned at her.

"Are there usually many girls my age?"

I already knew there weren't too many from what Pam and Peter had 
told me.  I was curious what Mom would say though.

"Not too many.  Pam, Julie, and your nemesis, Jennifer, may be 
the only ones."

"She's not my nemesis ... I hope.  But Pam’s sure she is."

"I hope not too.  Good friends are hard to make.  Losing one is 
no fun."

“Have you ever lost a close friend?”

“I’ve had friends get mad at me, and vice versa.  But I’ve never 
lost a really close friend ... other than a few old boyfriends.”

“I bet you had a lot of boyfriends.”

“I’ve had my share.  You will too.  I had two boys get into a 
fight over me one time,” she said, almost bragging.

“That had to suck,” I said.

I was a ‘make love, not war’ kinda girl.  But war ran a close 
second, as Jennifer might find out.

“Admit it.  You’d love having two guys fight over you.”

“Maybe.  It probably would depend on who ended up winning,” I 
said, smiling.

“You’re so evil,” she amusingly said.

“I think it’s a genetic trait,” I shot back.  She wryly scrunched 
her lips at me.

"Do a lot of families go?"  I asked, keeping the question line 
open.

"The campground we're going to attracts a lot of younger families 
and adults.  Other campgrounds close by seem to cater more to 
older adults."

"I bet those are the ones with all the swingers."

"Where did you hear that?"

"I read it on the internet."

"Jeff Goldblum is dead too, according to the internet."

"Who?”

"Nevermind," she said, rolling her eyes.  She then explained to 
me the myth about nudists just being horny adults.

"Nudists and swingers are two different things.  While a lot of 
swingers may be nudists, most people at the campgrounds I've been 
to are not swingers.  If they are, they don't seem to advertise 
it to anyone."

That didn’t mean they weren’t horny adults, but I didn’t want to 
start an argument right then.

"So you've never been to a swinger's nudist campground?" I asked.

"None of them around here actually cater to swingers.  But, some 
are more willing to turn a blind eye to things, especially late 
at night around pools and hot tubs."

I was really surprised she was talking this openly to me about 
swingers.  I hadn't been judgmental in the way I'd asked about it 
though.  That was probably why.

"I wish Daddy had been able to come."

"Me too.  We're rarely apart for more than a day at a time."

"You'll have to put up with sleeping with me and Jamie," I 
teased.

"Well, you and Jamie better not keep me awake half the night 
screwing around."

I cut my eyes at her cautiously.

"Oh, c'mon, Melissa.  We can pretend like nothing’s going on, but 
who are we fooling?  Your father and I know about you two."

It was no mystery.  I knew they had to have known for some time.  
They had watched us the previous weekend on the webcam.

Mom added, "Why do you think we had you go on birth control?  
There was no way we could risk you getting pregnant by Jamie."

After recovering from her incredible and unexpected bluntness, I 
cautiously asked, "Why didn't you try to stop us?"

"Other than a chastity belt, how were we supposed to accomplish 
that?  Chaining you in the basement wasn’t an option ...”

“Yeah.  Where would Daddy have his office,” I joked.  Mom sorta 
snorted.  I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

She continued, “There isn’t a convent close by either."

"I'd make a terrible nun," I joked again, and then quickly 
considered whether I should be joking around at that moment.  I 
then added, "I guess I'm a terrible daughter."

Mom sighed deeply, and then said, "You can be so pathetic at 
times."

I glared at her.

"Seriously,” she very seriously stated.  “When have I ever said 
you’re a terrible daughter?"

"Fucking my brother doesn't make me terrible?" I squeamishly 
asked.

"No,” she amazingly said.  “If it did, I'd have told you long ago 
when I knew you were giving him blowjobs."

My eyes went wide from her admission about knowing that.  I knew 
she probably knew, but I never expected her to tell me she did.

"Why didn't you try to stop us?"

"You'd have done it anyways, regardless of what me or your father 
said or did to stop it," she stated, glancing over at me for a 
few moments.  She then added, “You’re too much like me.”

"You could've at least said you wanted us to stop.  Why didn’t 
you?"

"If I wanted you to stop, I'd tell you."

She smiled at my surprised stare.

"What?" she asked after seeing how amazed I was.

"You really don't mind?" I incredulously asked.

"I really don’t mind, Melissa.  It doesn't seem to be hurting 
either of you.  You're both being careful with it,” she noted.  
“Why should I mind?”

I don’t know why I was so surprised at what she was telling me.  
I guess I just never expected her to be that open and honest with 
me.

“Did you ever regret being an only child?” I asked her.  She’d 
had no ‘Jamie’ to have sex with.

“Sure.  I’d have loved having a big brother to play with.”

I raised my eyebrows in further amazement.  I glanced toward the 
back seat at Jamie.  He still had his iPod stuffed in his ears.

"Do you think I'm some stick in the mud fuddy duddy?" she asked 
with a smile.

"Hardly,” I said, smiling back at her. “And certainly not after 
you watched me with Peter."

"You two looked incredible.  Thanks for the invitation," she 
grinned.

"You're welcome, I think."

"You knew I was watching.  Did that make it more exciting?"

"Gawd, Mom."

"What did I say about 'momming' me?"

"It's just ... Gawd!"

"It's just sex, sweetie.  It's meant to be enjoyed,” she 
sincerely said.  “You just have to be smart."

"Were you always smart when you were a teen?"

"No one is always smart about anything, especially as a 
teenager."

"Any regrets?" I asked, really curious if she would open up more.

"Some, but none I can't live with."

"Like what?" I prodded.

She was quiet for a few moments, staring ahead at the road.  She 
was closer than ever to opening up all the way with me.

She glanced over at me.  Probably trying to decide if she felt 
the time was right.

"We're almost there,” she said, staring straight ahead again.  I 
sucked on my lips in disappointment.  She then glanced back over, 
and said, “Let's talk about this when we have more time."

I put my hand on her arm, "Promise?"

"You really want to know my teenage exploits?"

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours ... although I think you 
have way more to tell," I sorta teased.

She took my hand in hers, "You may not like everything you hear."

"Same with me.  But, I promise not to judge you.  Ever,” I told 
her.  “I swear it, Mom.”

She looked at me a little more relaxed.

“So, is it a deal?" I asked, insisting on an answer.

"It's a deal, but ..." she paused, and then glanced over at me.  
"Remember I'm your mother.  I get to not like things, and do 
something about some of them if I think it’s hurting you."

I looked at her, and softly said, "I love you too, Mom."


******


Once we got to the campground, Mom went to the business office 
with Mr. and Mrs. Rayner to take care of everything as far as 
registering.  The way the campground was setup, you couldn't 
really see any of the nude guests from the office parking area.  
The office was inside what appeared to be the clubhouse though.  
I could hear splashing, which meant the pool and naked people 
were likely close by as well.

The door to the office opened and the Rayners walked out followed 
by Mom talking with a nude couple.  I knew we were at a nudist 
campground, but for some reason I wasn't mentally prepared to see 
a nude couple walking with my mother.  

They were an older couple.  They looked like they were probably 
in their early fifties.  They were both in great shape, and 
really really tanned.  The lady was nice looking, and had rather 
large breasts.  The man had the body of a runner.

He also had the cock of a porn star.

Jamie was even impressed enough to point him out to me.

“Mel, look at that guy.  I bet you’ve never seen one like that."

"Holy shit," I muttered, gawking at the python hanging between 
his legs.

It was the biggest fucking prick I'd ever seen!  And it was soft!  
It must've been eight inches long just dangling there.  What 
would that fucker look like hard?

Mom opened the car door and stood talking to them for a moment 
longer.  They were pointing and giving directions to our camp 
site.  Then Mom introduced me to the nice naked people with the 
big boobs and monster cock.

"This is my daughter Melissa.  I'm sure you remember my son, 
Jamie," she said.  "Melissa, this is Erica and John Meyer.  They 
own and run the campground."

"Hi," I said, politely.  I even waved.  I think I was waving at 
his cock though.  It seemed to be waving at me.

When Mom got back in the car, John and Erica walked back toward 
the office before turning back toward us.  

As Mom started the car and began to back up, she turned to me, 
and said, "Honey, stop drooling."

"I'm not drooling!"

Jamie reached over the backseat, "Here's a napkin, Mel."

"I don't want your jerkoff rag," I shot back at him.

"Calm down, you two," Mom smiled while scolding us.  "And you, 
young lady, push your eyes back into their sockets."

"Mom!"

"She's in love, Mom," Jamie teased.

"Shut up, Jamie!" I growled.

"Now now, kiddies," she chastised again.  She then looked back 
toward John and said, "He is rather large though, isn't he?"

"Rather?" I asked, flabbergasted.  "Seriously, Mom?  I think his 
pecker has a pecker!"

"Just don't keep staring at it.  It's not polite."

"I'm not staring," I said, while staring at it.

"Mmm hmm," she replied.  She was obviously enjoying my reaction 
to seeing my first donkey dick.

As Mom drove down a long path, I started getting myself mentally 
prepared for what would likely be a memorable weekend.  I turned 
to look at Jamie, and he was already taking off his clothes.

Mom said, "I think someone is ready to go camping."

"He's such a pervert," I replied.

"You're the expert around here," he retorted.

"I love it when you two are so nice to each other," Mom said, 
sarcastically.

Mr. Rayner had already arranged ahead of time so that we'd be 
camping next to them and the Walcotts.  After a short drive, we 
spotted the Walcotts already at their campsite.  They were still 
getting their tents and stuff setup for the weekend.  As it 
turned out, our campsites weren’t too far from the clubhouse.  
That was cool, I thought, especially considering we hadn’t really 
given the owners much notice.  Mr. Rayner was going to be good to 
have around.

Peter and Mike came over with their fathers to help Jamie put our 
tent up.  I didn't know how to help, so I just stayed out of 
their way.  It was the first time I'd even seen my parents' tent.  
I was determined to explore our shed a little more when I got 
home.

They were all naked already.  The people camping close to us were 
also naked.  I still had my clothes on until Pam walked up and 
asked what I was waiting on.

It was exhilarating once I had my clothes off.  I glanced around 
to see if anybody was staring at me, but they weren't.  I might 
as well have had clothes on.  I didn’t know whether I should be 
disappointed or not. I wanted to feel sexy, but with nobody 
noticing my nudity it was difficult.  Pam told me I'd get to 
where I wouldn't even think about the nudity.  Yeah, right.

It wasn't but only a moment later that an older man walked by our 
campsite.  He had so much pubic hair that you could hardly make 
out his cock and testicles.  I immediately dubbed him 'Wooly 
Bully'.  Why didn't he trim that jungle just a little?  You could 
get lost in that giving him a blowjob.  Pam slapped my arm when 
she noticed me gawking.

"I won't think about the nudity, huh?" I said to her.

I glanced around a little more.  I then spotted a man whose balls 
hung half way down his thighs!  Those things were huge!  You 
could ring the Liberty Bell with those knockers!  His testicles 
were way out of proportion with his cock, which wasn't tiny 
either.  Those things would do serious bodily harm if he got too 
carried away fucking your mouth.  I dubbed him 'Jaw Breaker'.

Pam grabbed my face, turning me to look at her.

"Don't embarrass me, girl!"

"It's a freak show around here!"

"Not really.  You'll get used to it.  Just be cool.  Don't act 
like a rookie.  Pretend like you've been coming here for years."

Maybe it had been a good idea not to tell me about this place 
when I was ten.

Pam looked away for a moment.

"Look over there," she said.  

I started to turn my head and she stopped me, "No, don't look at 
him, just look that way."

I glanced in the direction she had looked.  There was a really 
sexy man walking with this really sexy lady.  He was ripped.

"See, it's not just a freak show," Pam said, trying to be 
nonchalant.

"I want to go camping with them," I stated, my voice indicating 
more optimism than before.

"You're stuck with me, chica.  And this isn't sex camp.  So, 
behave."

For some strange reason, I didn’t believe her.  There were too 
many perverts here, and I was one of them.


******


Once the guys had the tent up, we got the rest of the car 
unloaded, which was mainly air mattresses and sleeping bags.  Mom 
had brought along a cooler and some chairs for us as well.  It 
wasn't a whole lot of stuff, but it had filled up the car.  We 
had bags for toiletries, makeup, and stuff.  Mom had some food 
and snacks for us as well.  We also brought a change of clothes 
for when we left on Sunday.

Peter then took me on a tour of the place.  He didn't try to hold 
my hand, which perturbed me a little.  I didn't try to hold his 
either though.  I wondered if he was a little miffed about my 
saying we weren't a couple a few days ago.

I spotted some cabins a short distance away from the clubhouse.  
Peter told me those were for rent, and that some people rented 
them out for the whole summer.  We turned to walk in the opposite 
direction and came face to face with someone we both knew pretty 
well.

She didn’t really look very comfortable seeing me either.

"Hi, Mel," she said, sounding like she usually did.

"Hi, Jennifer," I replied rather stiffly.

I could tell she was checking me out.  I got the impression she 
was sizing up her competition.  It was the first time either of 
us had seen the other naked.  I was impressed too.  She was very 
pretty with clothes on.  She was freakin' cute as fuck with them 
off.  Her body was about my size, maybe slightly more muscular, 
but still very feminine.  She had a very flat tummy like mine 
too.  Her breasts were a little larger, but not enough for her to 
brag about.  Her nipples were very sexy the way they topped off 
her breasts.  Her lips were slightly fuller than mine too, very 
kissable.  I thought she was very attractive.   I couldn't blame 
Peter if he was interested in her.  Fuck, I was interested in 
her!  But she was the enemy.

Peter finally spoke up, "I'm showing Mel around.  This is her 
first time camping here."

"I heard," Jennifer said.  "What do you think of it so far?"

"It's cool.  I've seen some interesting ... things," I grinned.

"I take it you've seen Wooly Bully?"  She said, busting out into 
a smile.

I couldn't believe she'd given him the same nickname!

I laughed and said, "Girl, that man needs a hedge trimmer for 
Christmas."

The tension I felt had eased a good bit.  I was glad, but I 
wasn't about to forget what had brought that tension on.

Jennifer walked around with us for a while.  She told me some 
things to look out for, and some fun things to do.  She told me 
to stay away from the hot tub at night.  That's when it was 
filled with men who had been drinking.  She'd gotten felt up one 
time by some dude sitting close to her while she was getting out.

She was being really nice to me.  In fact, she wasn't really 
paying a whole lot of attention to Peter while we walked 
together.  Peter seemed just like himself too.  If anything, he 
was looking at me more than her.

"Let's go swimming," Jennifer said to us.

"Anything I should know about the pool?" I asked.

"Just don't pee in it," Peter said.  

Jennifer and I both popped his arm.

There were a lot of people in and around the pool.  It seemed to 
be the place to be during the day.  Mostly it was just kids in 
the pool.  The parents of the younger ones were in the water with 
them.  The rest of the adults seemed to prefer to just layout on 
the lounge chairs around the pool.  A few older teens were there 
too.  A boy that looked a few years older than us swam up to the 
side of the pool.

"Who's your friend," he asked, looking at Jennifer.

"Melissa, this is my brother, Derek."

Nice body I immediately observed.  Even in the water I could tell 
he was yummy.

"Hi, Melissa," he said.

"Most people just call me 'Mel'," I told him.

"Melissa is a prettier name," he said, flirting with me.  I 
wondered if that bothered Peter.  If it did, he didn't show it.

"Half the girls in the world are named 'Melissa'," I replied.

"You should sue them.  The name fits you better," Derek said, 
scoring some big points with me.

"Ignore my brother," Jennifer said to me.  "He's just a horn 
dog."

"Aren't all guys?" I asked, playfully poking her arm.

"Hey!" Derek and Peter both protested at the same time.

He and Peter seemed to be on good terms, but I doubted they'd 
ever hung out together given their age difference.  I found out 
Derek was fifteen, almost sixteen.  That difference didn't matter 
between Derek and me though.  He was almost the perfect age.  
Another year older and he'd be able to drive without an adult.  
That would've been perfect.  He might think I was too young, but 
I had what every fifteen year old boy wanted.  Well, at least 
those that weren't gay.

I then spotted Julie walking into the pool area.  Derek 
immediately walked over to her.  They both seemed very pleased to 
see each other.

“Are they ...” I started to ask.

“Yeah,” Jennifer replied.  “They’ve been hanging out a lot this 
summer.”

I looked at Peter as if to ask ‘why don’t I know about this?’

“They’ve just been hanging out,” Peter replied.  This boy was 
gonna have to learn how to gossip if he was going to hang with 
me.

Jennifer chuckled, “Just hanging out, my ass.  They’ve been 
inseparable lately.  Sometimes I think she lives at our house.”

Way to go Julie, I thought.  I so needed to start calling her 
more.  I was definitely curious to know if she’d told Derek about 
her exploits, like the spanking she got from Kari while sucking 
off my father.

We got in the pool together.  We did some light horse playing, 
but tried not to upset the adults.  Mostly Jennifer, Derek, and 
Peter talked about the campground, trying to get me up to speed.

As well as everything was going, I kept a close eye on Jennifer 
the whole time.  She was being cool though.  She wasn't trying to 
hang on Peter or anything.  Maybe I misjudged her?  But then I 
remembered what Pam had told me.

A few times when no one seemed to be paying attention to us, 
Peter would grab my butt.  I suppose I should've taken exception 
to it, but I loved it, especially with Jennifer there as well.  
He'd better not try to grab her ass though.

One time when we were close together in a corner of the pool, I 
grabbed his cock.

"Mel!  Don't give me a hardon!" he quietly exclaimed.

"No one will see it but me," I teased him.

"I won't be able to get out of the pool if you get me hard."

"I'll behave then," I said sweetly, and then tugged on his 
rapidly growing dick.

"I'm serious, Mel!  It's tough enough being in here with you."

Awww!  I was so going to fuck his eyes out later for that.

"I'll really behave then.  And I'll take care of that thing 
later."

"Promise?" he asked, almost begging.

"I'm gonna fuck you sideways, buster."

I glanced down.  His cock looked like a torpedo ready to sink my 
pussy.

"You're enjoying torturing me!" he complained.

"I swear, I'll be good now ... until later," I seductively said, 
and then swam off.  

He mostly stayed in that corner of the pool for the next little 
bit, willing his cock to go soft.  After a while, he did join the 
rest of us again.

Jennifer became very talkative with me.  We'd always been pretty 
good friends.  Even if she were competing for Peter's attention, 
she didn't seem to want it to come between the two of us.  It 
left me puzzled though.  I wanted to hate her in a big way, but I 
really liked her.

"Guess what, Mel," Jennifer said.

"You peed in the pool?" I joked.

"Ha ha,” she sarcastically replied.  “My mom's going to be 
teaching at our school this year."

I knew her mom had been a teacher where they'd lived before.  She 
hadn't been able to get a teaching job last year after they 
moved.

"Cool, I guess.  Your mom will know everything about you this 
year though."

"I don’t mind.  Mom isn't a bitch like a lot of teachers.  You'll 
like her.  I already know you're going to be in one of her 
classes."

Holy shit.  

"This is a good thing?" I skeptically asked.

"Yeah, trust me.  My mom is sooo cool."

"I've never even met your mom ... or dad,” I said.  “I don't even 
know what she looks like."

"You'll get to meet her while you're here.  I bet you'll really 
like her.  She doesn't have a stick up her butt like most 
adults."

God, this girl is so innocent and naive.  Most of the adults I 
knew wanted to stick stuff up my butt.

Jennifer added, "I'll take you by our cabin later today so you 
can meet her.  She and dad went to the nearby town to get some 
things earlier.  I doubt they're back yet."

"I hope they remembered to put their clothes on."

"She won't be a teacher for long if she didn't,” she seriously 
said.  The put her hands on my arms, and said, “Mel, you can't 
ever tell anyone that she is a nudist.  She’d likely get fired if 
anyone with the school district found out."

"I know all about keeping secrets, chica,” I reassuringly told 
her.  “Don't sweat it, okay?  Julie’s parents are teachers too.  
I don’t hurt people like that ...” I said, before adding for her 
benefit, “... even if they piss me off big time."

She didn’t seem to react to that though.  She was being a cool 
cookie if she was trying to steal my sweetie.

“Thanks, Mel.  I knew you’d be cool.”

Something wasn’t right with this.  She sure wasn’t acting like I 
was her rival for Peter’s affections.  If anything, she was back 
to her old self.  Was she that good at playing me?

After we got out of the pool, Jennifer told us she would see us 
later.  She sorta hugged me when she did, which was a first for 
her.  She didn't hug Peter though.  I probably would've ripped 
her arms off if she had.


(continued in chapter 28)

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