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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 13
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mF, Ff, ff, teen, oral, anal, inc, creampie
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

By the time Stacy and I walked back to Susan's house, it was very 
late. We took a quick, cool shower and then she walked me to the 
door. She looked as worn out as I was, but we were both happy. 
She gave me a smoldering goodnight kiss, then I walked home.

When I finally got back to our cabin, the porch light was on and 
there was something in one of the rocking chairs. As I got 
closer, I realized it was a person. Uh-oh. Mom was wrapped up in 
a blanket and asleep. Since I normally didn't wear my watch, I 
had no idea what time it was.

As soon as I walked up the stairs, she stirred. The porch creaked 
softly with my weight and she blinked sleepily.

"Sorry I'm home late, Mom," I said softly.

She smiled and nodded. "We'll talk in the morning."

I extended a hand to her and she slowly uncurled. With a yawn, 
she hitched the blanket around her shoulders and smiled at me 
sleepily as I helped her to her feet. I held the door open and 
then followed her into the darkened cabin.

Mom kissed me goodnight and I turned off the porch light. She 
quietly padded to the bathroom and I climbed into my top bunk. 
When Mom climbed into bed a few minutes later, she and Dad had a 
quick, quiet conversation. I didn't hear what they said, but I 
guess I didn't really need to--I knew it was about me.

The next morning, I got up a little later than usual. I had slept 
well, just not long enough. Mom and Dad were already up, and Erin 
was stirring. I slipped on my workout shorts and headed outside. 
After warming up with the jump rope, I started doing push-ups.

I had just started doing sit-ups when Mom and Erin came out of 
the cabin, waved to me, and headed down the hill. Several minutes 
later, Dad came out of the cabin and waited for me to finish my 
set of exercises. When I stood up to retrieve the jump rope, he 
tossed something to me. I didn't see what it was, but I reached 
out and caught it automatically. It was my watch.

"Do you know what time you came home last night?" Dad asked 
conversationally.

"Um...?"

"If you had your watch on, you'd've known it was after one 
thirty."

I hadn't thought it was _that_ late.

He nodded. "Your mother and I know you're not going to get into 
trouble, not here. But your curfew at camp is the same as it is 
at home."

"Yes, sir." As a rule, I didn't call my father "sir," but it was 
one of Those Conversations.

"So we expect you to be back at the cabin by midnight."

I nodded and studied the ground.

"Don't hang your head, son," he said. "Look at me when I'm 
talking to you." His voice wasn't angry, but it was definitely 
firm.

I immediately looked up and met his gaze.

"That's better. You need to look at people when they're talking 
to you, Paul. It shows respect. You know that."

I felt my cheeks heat up as I nodded, but my eyes never left his 
face.

He glanced at the watch I held. "You can either wear that and 
come home at midnight," he said. "Or not, and take your chances 
on getting home on time. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good," he said.

Sometimes, it was easy to forget my father's military background. 
This wasn't one of those times.

"Now," he said, his tone lighter. "While you finish your workout, 
I'm going to go shower."

When he walked back inside the cabin, I strapped on my watch. It 
seemed too tight, but I knew I'd get used to it. I'd _better_ get 
used to it, I thought. I knew I wouldn't enjoy the deliberately 
unstated consequences if I came home after midnight again.

When I finished jumping rope, I went inside, slipped off my 
shorts, and threw them in the hamper. Dad smiled at me as he came 
out of the bathroom, the pleasant smell of his aftershave wafting 
after him.

I thought Dad would head down to the clubhouse, so I didn't even 
bother to shut the bathroom door when I hopped in the shower. I 
washed quickly and then stepped out to dry myself. To my 
surprise, Dad was sitting on the bed reading his book (the latest 
Robert Ludlum thriller).

"I thought I'd wait and walk down with you," he said.

"Um... cool. Thanks."

He smiled and returned his attention to his book.

I started doing my regular bathroom routine. Normally, I didn't 
grow enough facial hair to shave on a regular basis. The night 
before, however, Stacy had commented on my peach fuzz, so I felt 
the need to clean up my face. When we were at home, I used one of 
Dad's beat-up old razors. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten to pack 
it. Erin had been shaving for about a year, but she had to do it 
about as often as I did. At camp, she and Mom usually shared a 
pack of disposable razors. Since I wasn't about to use a pink 
plastic razor...

"Dad?" I asked. "Do you mind if I borrow your razor?"

He set his book down and walked toward me. It was a little weird 
having him stand behind me in the bathroom, but I held my ground. 
At six feet, he was still three inches taller than me, and could 
easily look over my shoulder. He looked in the mirror and 
examined my face critically. I almost jumped when he put his hand 
on my shoulder and stretched past me.

"Here you go," he said as he reached into his toiletries bag and 
withdrew his safety razor and a packet of new blades. "I guess 
it's time we bought you a razor of your own."

My eyes widened.

"Although you might not have to use it all the time. _Yet_." He 
looked at me archly and smiled. "Be glad for that."

I nodded quickly and hid my mild confusion. I actually liked to 
shave, even though I didn't have to do it very often. It was fun, 
and made me feel grown up.

"But there's something about buying your own razor that makes you 
feel like a man," he said.

I nodded as sagely as I could. "I guess I should probably shave 
every day," I said.

Dad took one look at my serious expression and laughed out loud. 
He clapped me on the shoulder and smiled at my reflection in the 
mirror. "Son, I didn't have to shave every day until I was in 
college. You go right ahead, if it'll make you happy. But I think 
you'll get tired of it pretty quick." He grinned at me again and 
returned to his book.

I changed the razor blade, lathered my face, and carefully shaved 
the few patches of hair on my chin and jaw. I tried to shave like 
Dad, but his motions were more deft than mine.

"Why don't we drive to town tomorrow?" Dad asked from the bed.

"Uh, sure. Whatever."

"Your mom can give us a grocery list and we'll do the shopping. 
I'll help you pick out a razor. Okay?"

"Sure, Dad. Sounds cool."

It _didn't_ sound all that cool, but I _would_ be buying my own 
razor. That alone would be worth the trip.

-----

When Dad and I finally made it down to the clubhouse, I saw that 
Stacy and Susan would be joining my family for breakfast. Since 
Stacy now had a bit more financial freedom, she had taken the 
rest of the week off and planned to stay with Susan until Sunday.

For breakfast, Mom and Susan had fixed big cheese omelettes. 
Stacy and Erin were setting one of the larger tables with 
sausage, biscuits, gravy, grits, and glasses of orange juice. 
With timing honed by years of motherhood, Mom and Susan had 
everything ready just as Dad and I walked into the building.

During breakfast, Dad announced that he and I had a mission in 
town the following day. Mom smiled and nodded when he asked her 
for a grocery list. He said we also had a secret mission, one 
he'd "brief" me on later. He grinned mischievously, but wouldn't 
say anything else about it. I don't think even Mom knew what he 
was up to. Suddenly, our trip to town held more promise than I'd 
originally thought.

Gina's family entered the clubhouse midway through our meal. I 
noticed that Kara and her mother no longer wore bikini bottoms, 
although Gina and Leah still wore theirs. When they saw us, they 
all came over to say hello. I smiled at Gina, but her expression 
didn't change. Kara noticed and elbowed her sister in the ribs. 
Gina smiled at me, but it was clearly obligatory--the smile 
didn't reach her eyes.

Mom, Dad, and Susan talked to Chris and Elizabeth. Leah went 
around to Erin, and Kara came over to Stacy and me. Kara tried to 
pull Gina over to us, but she resisted, stubbornly insisting on 
remaining aloof. After a few minutes of idle chitchat, the 
Coulter family went to fix their own breakfast.

I guess I was a little down about Gina, and Stacy noticed. She 
surreptitiously put her hand on my thigh and squeezed. I smiled 
at her and tried to look happier. Judging by her concerned 
expression, I didn't do so well.

-----

After breakfast, we spent the rest of the morning at the lake. I 
sat next to Gina, but she pretty much ignored me. Each time I 
tried to start a conversation, she responded with monosyllabic 
answers. Eventually, I got tired of trying and went for a swim.

I goofed off for a little while, then swam toward the shallow end 
of the lake, where Stacy and Kara had laid out their towels. They 
were keeping an eye on Clara Nolan while her mom and dad were 
across the lake with the other adults.

Clara was happily playing with a very waterlogged Barbie doll. 
She flashed me a cheerful, gap-toothed grin when I waded past 
her. As I approached them, Stacy and Kara were smiling and trying 
not to laugh. For a moment, I wondered why. Then Clara splashed 
me from behind, giggled, and noisily swam away.

I smiled helplessly at the two older girls and promptly chased 
down Clara. She squealed playfully when I caught her, and I 
easily swept her into my arms. I waded toward the deeper part of 
the shallow end of the lake. Clara squirmed and tried to get 
loose, but I was used to holding on to 160-pound wrestlers. A 
wriggling six-year-old girl wasn't about to get loose.

When the water was up to my waist, I tossed Clara into the lake. 
As soon as she hit, I submerged and started swimming toward her. 
When I burst upward and swept her with me, she screamed again. At 
the top of my lunge, I tossed her into the lake again. She 
sputtered to the surface, looked at me with wide eyes and an ear-
to-ear grin, then begged me to do it again.

For the next fifteen or twenty minutes, I played with Clara. She 
squealed happily as I tossed her, spun her, and lifted her above 
my head. Eventually, I put her on my shoulders and carried her 
toward the shore. Either Kara or Stacy had retrieved the floating 
Barbie doll, and it was lying next to them. I blushed as they 
grinned at me. When I set Clara down, she gifted me with another 
toothy grin.

"Did you like that, Clara?" Kara asked.

Clara smiled and quickly nodded.

"He's a good guy to play with, isn't he?"

Clara grinned shyly and nodded again. Suddenly, she giggled, 
grabbed her Barbie doll, then bolted around the lake as fast as 
her little legs would take her. "Bye, Miss Kara," she yelled over 
her shoulder. "Bye, Miss Stacy." She giggled again and kept 
running toward her mother.

"And what am I," I asked with feigned indignation, "chopped 
liver?"

"You can play with us," Stacy said, her voice low and sultry. 
"Mister Paul."

I must have turned six shades of red.

-----

Around lunchtime, the air grew still and heavy. Fifteen minutes 
later, the wind picked up and clouds started moving in. A summer 
thunderstorm was blowing in quickly, so everyone picked up their 
blankets and towels, then headed up the hill to the clubhouse. 
The first fat raindrops began falling about half an hour later. 
We ate lunch with the storm drumming a tattoo on the roof.

With the rain still coming down, most of us found diversions. 
Kara and Stacy wanted to play Scrabble, and they invited me to 
join them. They invited Gina too, but when she learned that I was 
playing, she declined. I shook my head despondently as I watched 
Kara try to persuade her sister.

"Kara said she's just being stubborn," Stacy said quietly.

I turned back to look at Stacy.

She reached out and held my hand. "I'm so sorry, Paul."

I shrugged.

"Yesterday," she said, "I was real worried that I'd caused all 
this."

I started to shake my head, but she kept talking.

"Kara told me I didn't. She said Gina's mostly angry about... um..." 
She paused to think for a moment. "Amy! Yeah, Gina's mad about 
her."

I nodded morosely.

"Actually, she's not really mad that you had sex with someone 
else." She laughed nervously. "Obviously."

I grinned.

"Kara said she's mad that you did it behind her back. I guess 
that kinda makes sense."

"Kinda, but not really."

"Well," she continued. "According to Kara, Gina's also just being 
stubborn. She thinks she's punishing you, I guess."

"Really?"

She nodded. "So Kara and I have kinda been paying a lot of 
attention to you." She grinned and bit her bottom lip.

I just stared at her, at a loss for words.

"Of course," she quickly amended, "I'd pay attention to you 
anyway."

I squeezed her hand and smiled.

Her eyes sparkled as her face lit up.

"Thanks, Stacy." I put my other hand on hers and looked into her 
eyes. "I really do love you. Sometimes, I wish we _could_ run 
away together."

"If you did that," she said, pretending to be cheerful, "you'd 
never get Gina back."

"You know what I mean," I said.

She nodded and her eyes grew misty. "Thank you."

"You two want to be alone?" Kara asked, suddenly appearing at the 
table.

We looked up in surprise, and she grinned at us.

Stacy wiped the corners of her eyes and shook her head. "No. 
Paul's just making it hard for me to help him get Gina back."

Kara unceremoniously flopped into a chair and sighed in 
frustration. "Yeah, well, she's being a pig-headed little--" She 
looked up at us and blushed. "Sorry. The women in our family," 
she said, turning to me, "can be strong willed."

"Really?" I asked with artful innocence.

Kara started to nod seriously, then caught herself and grinned 
ruefully. "Yeah," she said. "Believe it or not, independent 
thinking can sometimes be a problem."

Stacy and I looked at each other and grinned.

"Let's just play Scrabble," Kara said with a trace of disgust.

We drew our letters and started to play. The rain showed no sign 
of letting up, so we settled in and enjoyed ourselves. Every once 
in a while, I turned around and looked at Gina. Most of the time, 
she was reading her book. But once, I caught her looking at us 
longingly. She locked eyes with me, scowled, and turned back to 
her book.

-----

When dinnertime rolled around, it was still raining, although the 
worst of the storm had passed. Susan walked into the clubhouse, 
shook off her umbrella, and leaned it against the wall near the 
door. She stopped and talked to a few people on her way through 
the building. My parents had spent the afternoon talking with 
Gina's parents on the couches, and Susan joined them.

They talked for a while and then Mom, Susan, and Elizabeth all 
went to the kitchen area at the same time. We were probably going 
to eat dinner with Gina's family. Fantastic, I thought, more time 
with a very distant Gina. I suppose my expression was as dour as 
my mood, because Kara suddenly laughed at me. (Her last play had 
been "quirky", on a Triple Word score, and she was in a good 
mood.)

"What's so funny?" I asked. I hoped I didn't sound as frustrated 
as I felt.

"You, silly," Kara said.

"Huh?"

Kara smiled mysteriously.

Stacy and I automatically leaned closer.

"Okay," Kara said. "Your family is eating with ours tonight, 
right?"

"Yeah, I figured that much out o--"

"And you're all down about it 'cause you think you'll have to sit 
there and Gina won't talk to you."

"Pretty much," I snapped.

"You don't get it, do you?"

I bridled, but she quickly smiled at me.

"Mom's gonna be there," she said, as if that answered everything.

Stacy snickered.

I looked at her with a wounded expression. When she sobered 
quickly, I immediately felt bad.

"Remember what happened yesterday?" Stacy asked. "At the picnic?"

I must have looked as confused as I felt.

"Gina got up and stormed off?" Kara prompted.

I still didn't get it.

"And then Mom went and talked to her," Kara said. She paused for 
a moment. "Do you honestly think Gina's gonna give you the silent 
treatment as long as Mom's watching?" Kara asked.

Comprehension began to blossom in my brain.

"If you sit next to her and you make polite conversation," Kara 
continued, "she'll have _no choice_ but to talk to you. See?"

"Oh, I get it!"

The two older girls looked at me with insufferable grins.

-----

Dinner that night could best be described as the triumph of 
experience over hope. Gina talked to me, but she answered every 
question in as few words as possible. And, of course, she didn't 
say one word that wasn't a direct response to one of my 
questions. Midway through the meal, I gave up.

After dinner, Susan came up to me and put her arm through mine. 
All of the other women were cleaning up the remains of our meal, 
Dad and Chris were talking to each other, so we were alone.

"You need to learn to ask open-ended questions," she said.
 
"Huh?"

"Open-ended questions," she repeated. "It's an interviewing trick 
my father taught me. You asked Gina too many closed-ended 
questions."

"What?"

"Did you swim in the lake today?"

"Huh?" Did she just change the subject?

"Just answer the question," she gently prompted.

"Did I swim in the lake today? Yeah."

"I asked a closed-ended question. Not a whole lot of answer 
needed." She paused for a moment to let that sink in.

I had my doubts as to how far it would sink.

"What did you do today?" she asked.

"I just told you," I said.

"No," she said patiently. "You didn't. What did you do today?"

I shrugged in frustration. "I told you. I went for a swim."

"And?"

I rolled my eyes and continued. "I played with Clara Nolan. I 
played Scrabble with Kara and Stacy. I ate dinner. I... Oh..." I 
paused and looked at her in growing surprise. "Oh. I get it."

She smiled and nodded. "Closed-ended questions don't leave a lot 
of room for conversation. Did you swim in the lake today? Yes. 
Where did you play Scrabble? In the clubhouse. What color are my 
eyes? Blue."

I nodded.

"Open-ended questions are where you can really start a 
conversation. What did you do today? What happened during your 
Scrabble game? Why do you like blue eyes?"

"Wow."

"Mmm hmm. There aren't any one-word answers to those questions."

I shook my head.

"If you want to draw someone out, use open-ended questions."

"Yeah!"

"So," she asked, "what are you going to ask the next time you 
talk to Gina?"

"The next time I talk to Gina," I said excitedly, "I'm going to..." 
I looked at Susan with a mixture of surprise and chagrin.

She smiled munificently.

I felt my face and ears heating. "That was an open-ended 
question," I said, half accusingly, half in wonder.

"Mmm hmm."

"The next time I talk to Gina, I'm going to ask open-ended 
questions."

She turned and kissed me on the cheek. "She's trying to stay mad 
at you, so you'll have your work cut out for you." 
 
I nodded sullenly.

"But Kara's on your side," Susan said. "Trust what she tells you, 
she wants you and Gina to be happy."

With that, she turned and walked back to my parents.

"Hey! Wait," I called after her. "How d'you know about Kara?"

She merely shook her head and laughed brightly.

Was I the _only_ one who didn't know what was going on?

-----

Later, Mom and Dad told me they were going with Gina's parents to 
Susan's house. Before she left, Susan took Stacy aside and talked 
to her for a few minutes. Afterward, she picked up her umbrella 
and followed my parents out the clubhouse door.

Outside, it was raining steadily and had turned cold. Well, as 
cold as South Carolina gets in early July. My and Gina's parents 
would get chilly and wet walking to Susan's house, but I guess 
that was their problem. I know I certainly didn't want to go 
traipsing off in the rain.

No sooner had I thought this than Stacy asked if I wanted to go 
for a walk. A walk? It was raining outside, and not all that 
warm. Was she crazy?

Kara merely smiled at us as she excused herself. I watched her as 
she walked over to Gina and flopped down on the couch. Stacy 
grabbed my hand and practically dragged me out of the clubhouse.

It wasn't raining very hard, but it was steady enough that we 
were both drenched by the time we had gone fifty feet. Stacy led 
me up the hill, and it quickly became clear she was leading me 
toward our cabin. With my parents at Susan's house, and Erin with 
her friends in the clubhouse, we would have the cabin to 
ourselves. Going for a walk suddenly didn't sound like such a bad 
idea.

Since we were already soaked, there was really no reason to run, 
but we did anyway. The last hundred yards, we sprinted up the 
hill, raindrops pelting our water-slick bodies. I bounded up the 
stairs, turned, and caught Stacy as she leapt onto the porch. I 
held her feet off the ground and she kissed me soundly. When I 
set her down, we kept kissing, each kiss hotter than the last.

"I want to make love in the rain," she said when we finally 
pulled apart.

"It's cold," I said in a half-hearted protest. "And wet."

She reached for my penis. "We're already wet," she said. "And I 
could warm you up." She stroked me, and I began to respond. "I 
could warm up certain parts quicker than others." Still stroking 
my growing member, she started backing down the stairs.

I had little choice but to follow her. I looked around to see if 
anyone could see us. With the storm, it was getting dark earlier 
than usual, and the rain cut visibility even further. I was 
pretty sure no one would see us, but we _were_ out in the open.

Stacy dropped to her knees before me, kissed my half-hard cock, 
then engulfed it with her mouth. My penis quickly sprang to full 
attention. She kept sucking for a few more minutes, making my 
head spin from the heat and delicate friction she applied to my 
manhood.

When she pulled her lips away from my organ long enough for me to 
regain a semblance of coherent thought, I quickly pulled her to 
her feet. She looked at me curiously when I stepped close to her 
and put my hands under her arms. I easily lifted her into the 
air, then pulled her against my chest.

She quickly realized what I was doing and wrapped her arms around 
my neck. When she circled my waist with her legs, I lowered my 
hands to her hips. I held her up while she reached between us for 
my erection. I felt her aim my cock at her opening and then I 
lowered her onto it. The tip entered her and she returned her 
hand to my neck to steady herself. I lowered her further and felt 
my girth spread her open. She sank onto my length with a wordless 
groan.

Her slick breasts and engorged nipples pressed against my chest 
as she hugged me close. I quickly forgot about the chill and the 
rain. Her skin was cold at first, but the contact warmed us both. 
As her lips sought mine, she began rocking her hips against me. 
She mewled into my mouth each time her clit pressed against the 
base of my shaft. I cupped her ass and started moving within her.

I leaned back a little to get her over my center of gravity and 
she held herself tight against me. Because of the position, I 
couldn't move my hips very far, but it was enough. Out in the 
open, in front of my family's cabin and hidden only by the steady 
rain and dwindling light, we kissed passionately and rocked 
against each other. 

Her skin was slippery, and I found I was having a hard time 
holding onto her as she humped against me. When my hand slipped 
and my fingers brushed against her anus, she cried out in 
pleasure. Her pussy clutched at me, and I felt a rush of warmth 
and moisture flow over my dick.

I quickly moved my finger back over her anus, and her pussy 
spasmed again. Her back bowed as she humped her hips against me, 
and I smiled to myself. I pressed my finger into the bud of her 
ass and she cried out again. As I teased her anus, her pussy 
became a molten vise, clutching my cock and sending tendrils of 
pure ecstasy through my groin.

Her movements became less controlled, more frantic, and the first 
two knuckles of my finger slipped into her ass. She immediately 
arched her back and cried out, her face turned heavenward, 
heedless of the rain. Her legs cinched around my waist and held 
her hips against me as the first throes of orgasm took her.

With my finger still buried in her ass, she came, hard. She 
bucked her hips against me once, but quickly stopped moving. I 
clenched my buttocks and my cock swelled within her. She cried 
out again, shuddering as her pussy spasmed around my invading 
manhood. Contractions surged through her pussy, clamping and 
releasing my dick. Her climax seemed to roll on and on, making 
her cry out with each new wave of pleasure.

When her orgasm finally subsided, her fingers began to slip from 
around my neck. She went limp, and I scrambled to catch her 
before she fell. I hastily moved one hand around her back and 
supported her as her arms flopped to the sides. I shifted my body 
and pulled her against me bonelessly. I pulled my finger out of 
her and steadied her with both hands as I settled her weight.

My cock was still very hard, and remained buried in her steamy 
pussy. She moaned softly when her sensitive clit rubbed against 
my shaft as I shifted her, but otherwise, she was dead to the 
world. The rain started to pick up and I shook my head to clear 
my eyes. She shivered against me, more from the cold than any 
aftershocks from her orgasm, and I walked toward the cabin porch.

I routinely worked out with more weight than Stacy's 110 pounds, 
so carrying her was no problem. She clutched me weakly and moaned 
into my shoulder as I mounted the steps. Her skin raised goose 
bumps when a gust of wind blew up, and she shivered again.

I shifted her again, to make sure I could support her with one 
arm, and opened the cabin door. Once inside, I walked to the 
bathroom, not caring that we were dripping on the floor. Stacy 
began to return to her senses when I flipped on the light. She 
pulled back and looked at me with unfocused eyes.

When she closed her eyes and shivered again, I moved to set her 
down. She gasped as my rigid length rubbed over her clit. I set 
her on her feet and spent a moment assuring myself that she 
wouldn't fall.

Without the heat of my body to warm her, she started shivering 
continuously. I turned on the shower and adjusted the water. 
Since the water heater was so close, the stream quickly grew hot. 
I turned it down just a little and pulled her toward the tub. 
Still shivering, she stepped under the water with little urging. 
I stepped in behind her and pulled the curtain.

Once she was under the sluicing warmth of the shower, I stepped 
close to her and started rubbing her arms and shoulders. When she 
stopped shivering, she looked up at me gratefully.

"I can't remember the last time I came that hard," she said 
softly.

I cocked my head to the side and grinned.

"Aren't you Mr. Smug," she said, with more life and energy than 
she'd displayed since her orgasm.

I nodded insouciantly.

When my erection bumped into her, she looked down. "You didn't 
come?" she asked, looking back up at me in surprise.

I shook my head. "I'm okay," I said.

She smiled mischievously and began stroking my erection. "My 
pussy is still too sensitive," she said. "But you could fuck me 
in the ass."

I arched an eyebrow.

"It's been a while since you did." She smiled seductively. "I 
miss you back there," she said in a little-girl voice.

"You do?"

She bit her lip coquettishly, fluttered her eyelids, and nodded.

"In that case...," I said.

I didn't wait for her to answer before I turned her around and 
pressed her against the shower wall. She arched her back and 
stuck her hips out to receive me. When she spread her cheeks, I 
aimed my straining erection at her ass.

Once I slipped the head inside her, I put my hands on her hips. 
With one long, steady thrust, I was inside her. I fucked her with 
sure strokes, one hand on her hip, the other tweaking her puffy 
nipples. Still tingling and worked up from her first orgasm, she 
came quickly a second time. When she did, I buried myself in her 
ass and emptied my balls inside her.

After we both caught our breath, we separated. Our sex had been 
so fast that the water was still running hot. With gentle 
touches, we silently washed each other. We kissed and stroked 
each other until the water began to run cold, then turned the 
water off and reached for our towels. When we were dry and warm 
again, we turned off the light and walked back into the darkened 
cabin.

"I've never seen your cabin before," she said. "Well, not when 
you all were here. It's different now that you are," she said, 
indicating the room with a nod. "It's like a home."

"You've seen our cabin before?" I asked.

She nodded. "This spring, before your family came to camp. I 
asked Susan about it, and she showed me."

"Oh?"

She shrugged and nodded. "Yeah. It's silly, isn't it?" She looked 
up and me and then melted into my arms. "I wanted to see where 
you lived. At the time, I knew I loved you, but I didn't want to 
admit it to myself. I guess I just wanted to touch some part of 
you. You know?"

I nodded. I didn't _really_ understand, but the idea wasn't 
completely foreign.

"It seems like a lifetime since yesterday morning," she said 
softly. "I know I'll have to let you go, but I'm glad we had this 
time."

_That_, I understood. I nodded again.

"Every time I see you look at Gina, I see it in your eyes, your 
love for her."

I started to protest, but she cut me off.

"It's true, I see it," she said. "And when she treats you like 
you don't exist, I want to slap her."

I tensed up. 

"Don't worry," she said quickly. "I won't. Kara says Gina loves 
you very much. And I know how much you love her." She paused for 
a moment and took a deep, ragged breath. "I just want you to be 
happy."

My chest constricted and I blinked back tears. I held her close, 
at a loss for words. I hugged her for a moment longer and then 
she pulled back.

"Do you sleep on the top bunk, or the bottom?" she asked, 
changing the subject.

"Top."

"Can we climb up there?"

"Sure."

I let her climb up first. Watching her ascend the ladder, I 
resisted the urge to caress her ass. When she reached the top 
rung and climbed onto the bed, I followed her. I lay on my back 
and she curled up next to me, my arm thrown over her 
protectively.

"It smells like you," she said.

I sniffed, panic rising. Did it stink? Why hadn't I noticed? Did 
I...?

"Relax, silly," she said. "I like it. It smells like you. You 
smell good."

I never knew I smelled good. Wisely, I kept my mouth shut.

We lay there for a long time, simply kissing each other and 
enjoying ourselves. I played with her breasts (her pussy was 
still too sensitive) and she stroked my penis. Since we were both 
more or less sated, it was just fun fondling, with no real 
purpose other than to give the other person pleasure.

"I want to fix you breakfast in the morning," she said suddenly, 
her eyes alight.

"Oh?"

She nodded. "A _special_ breakfast."

I raised my eyebrows.

"Susan told me about those," she said with a wry grin.

"She tells you a lot," I said acerbically.

"Don't be mad," Stacy said quickly. "I asked her what I could do 
that you liked. She knew I wanted to make you happy, so she told 
me about them. Do you know what she calls them?" she asked, her 
voice pitched low.

I shook my head.

She grinned. "B and B. You know, like Bed and Breakfast?"

"Yeah."

"Only she calls them her Breakfast and a Blowjob."

I chuckled softly.

"So I want to fix you a _special_ breakfast. Would you like 
that?"

I thought about it for two microseconds and then nodded.

Her face lit up and she hugged me tightly.

"One thing, though," I said, pulling back.

Her expression grew pensive.

"I don't want you to try to swallow my come," I said seriously.

"But I--"

"No buts. You don't like it, and I can tell."

"I'll learn to like it. I know I will."

"No," I said firmly.

Her face fell, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"I know you just want to make me happy, and I really appreciate 
that. But sex isn't about one person making another one happy. 
It's about _two_ people, making _each other_ happy."

"But--"

I shook my head. "You hate the taste of come. You once told me 
it's like getting shampoo in your mouth. Do you remember that?"

She sniffled and nodded.

"When _you_ don't enjoy it, _I_ don't enjoy it either."

"Oh," she said in a small voice.

I kissed her cheeks, tasting the salt of her tears. "There _is_ 
something you can do, something I really like."

She still had her hand on my half-hard dick. As I thought about 
what I wanted, my cock twitched and began to swell further. She 
felt it and then anxiously looked into my eyes.

"You remember the time I spent the day at your trailer. I told my 
mom I was going to see a movie, but you wanted to stay home and 
fool around?"

She nodded.

"You sucked me off, and when I was ready to come, I shot all over 
your face." My dick was now almost fully erect.

She nodded again and absently began stroking my shaft.

"I really liked seeing you covered in my come. It was like I was 
marking my territory," I said.

She gripped my shaft and nodded.

"Why don't you fix me a special breakfast, and then I can come on 
your face after you suck me off. Would you like that?"

"God, yes."

"Better than trying to swallow my come?"

She nodded guiltily, then smiled. "Much better."

Sensitive or not, she pulled me on top of her and we made love 
slowly, gently. When I came, she kissed me fiercely and held me 
inside her.

"I'm so lucky I met you," she said, her breathing heavy and a 
catch in her voice.

"_I'm_ the lucky one," I said firmly.

-----

About ten o'clock, we cleaned up and I walked her down to the 
clubhouse. The rain had stopped, but a thick, clinging mist hung 
over the camp. Erin and her friends were playing a game of Life, 
but Gina and Kara were nowhere to be seen.

"Hey Erin," I said. "Where're Mom and Dad?"

"Still at Susan's, I guess," she said absently.

"Where'd Gina and Kara go?"

"They went up to our cabin a couple of hours ago," Leah said.

It was clear the girls were wrapped up in their game, so Stacy 
and I quietly took our leave. I walked her back to Susan's. We 
passed Gina's parents with mine, going the other direction. Dad 
looked at his watch, pointedly looked at mine, then smiled at me. 
We talked for a few minutes and then headed our separate ways.

-----

The next morning, I got up early and wiped off my weights before 
I did anything else. I kept them on the porch, but the storm had 
been blowing enough that they were wet. Once I had all the plates 
and bars dry, I wiped off my bench. After my usual ab, side, and 
leg workout, I jumped rope, then hit the shower.

Mom was up when I emerged from the bathroom. With a smile, she 
kissed my cheek. She looked at me critically and I quelled my 
momentary anxiety.

"You _do_ need to buy a razor," she said.

I tried not to blush. I knew I couldn't possibly have grown 
whiskers overnight, but it still made me feel grown up. "What 
time did Dad want to go to town?" I asked.

"About ten."

"Okay. Stacy wanted to fix me breakfast. Is that okay?"

"Mmm hmm."

Suddenly, I kissed her cheek and she smiled in surprise. "Thanks, 
Mom," I said. I made sure the screen door didn't slam and then 
bounded down the steps.

When I reached Susan's house, I found her sitting outside, 
reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, sunshine," she said when I rounded the corner and 
entered the courtyard. "How are you today?"

"I'm _great!_"

Her eyebrows rose and she smiled at me. She looked over her 
shoulder and I followed her gaze. Stacy was bustling about the 
kitchen.

"_She's_ in a good mood this morning, too," Susan said.

I nodded and smiled like an idiot.

"And I notice she only set out one plate for breakfast."

My face heated, but I couldn't stop smiling. I shifted nervously 
from foot to foot.

She folded her newspaper and stood. "You two have fun," she said, 
with only a hint of amusement. With that, she kissed me on the 
cheek and walked out of the courtyard.

When I stepped inside, Stacy flew into my arms as soon as I shut 
the door. From the looks of things, she had cooked more food than 
I could ever possibly eat.

"Are you ready for your B and B?" she asked.

I nodded quickly and felt my penis stir.

-----

The day was shaping up to be cool and sunny, without a cloud in 
the sky. Dad and I left for town at ten. During the drive, he 
briefed me on our "secret mission." We went to the drugstore 
first, where Dad helped me pick out a safety razor and a pack of 
blades. In addition, Mom had given us a short list of things we 
needed from the drugstore.

We located everything on the list, then found the cheapest cans 
of shaving cream available. We grabbed all they had, fifteen 
cans. With one pack of stick pins and two Bic lighters, we had 
everything we needed. Afterward, Dad and I had lunch at McDonalds 
and then went to the grocery store.

"Important bachelor lesson number one," Dad said as we entered 
the Winn-Dixie.

"Yeah?"

"Never, I repeat, _never_ go grocery shopping when you're 
hungry."

"Huh?"

"Trust me, son. You'll buy cookies, ice cream, potato chips, and 
anything else that looks tasty." He chuckled softly. "You won't 
get bread, milk, or eggs, but you'll have enough junk food to 
last a week."

Nonsense, I thought. If I came to the store for groceries, I'd 
buy good food. What did being hungry have to do with it? I nodded 
like I understood him and we started shopping.

The drive back to camp took longer than I wanted--I was eager to 
transform the shaving cream cans. I could tell that Dad was 
excited too. As soon as we got back to camp, we unloaded the 
groceries and our other purchases.

When that was done, we set our shaving cream cans on one of the 
tables and started modifying them. His plan was simple: put a 
stick pin in the nozzle of a can of shaving cream; use the 
lighter to melt the plastic around the pin; remove the pin when 
the plastic cooled. The process left a tiny hole for the shaving 
cream to escape. According to Dad, the resulting cans would shoot 
the shaving cream six or eight feet.

Jonathan and Alan wandered through the clubhouse and asked what 
we were doing. With a grin, Dad sent them off to round up their 
fathers, Chris Coulter, Stan Dunbar, and anyone else who wanted 
to have fun. They grinned and dashed out the screen door.

It took us about ten minutes to melt the nozzles on all the cans. 
A few minutes later, Dwight arrived. When he saw what we were up 
to, he laughed richly. Dad grinned infectiously and we gathered 
up the modified cans. We took them outside and set most of them 
on the clubhouse porch.

Dad, Dwight, and I each grabbed a can and stood in front of the 
concrete steps. We held the cans behind our backs and waited. 
Soon enough, some of the other men came into view. Chris, Stan, 
and Alan's father, Kevin, were following Jonathan and Alan up 
from the lake. To my surprise, Stacy and Kara were with them as 
well.

"We thought we'd have a little fun with some shaving cream!" my 
dad shouted as they approached.

We could see them looking at one another.

"C'mon up!" Dad yelled. "We've got enough cans for everyone."

They picked up their pace. Dad, Dwight, and I grinned at each 
other.

As they approached, Chris Coulter pulled up short. He looked 
directly at Dwight, then swiveled his head to look at my father. 
His eyes dropped to where our hands were conspicuously hidden 
behind our backs. None of the others seemed to notice that Chris 
had fallen back. Everyone else had their eyes glued to the cans 
of shaving cream, the bait. I grinned to myself. They would have 
to "run the gauntlet" to get to the cans--it would be like 
shooting fish in a barrel.

As soon as the group came into range, Dad, Dwight, and I all 
brandished our cans. At the same time, we opened fire. Three 
streamers of white shaving cream arced out and hit the group. I 
aimed at Stacy and Kara. They squealed in outrage, but quickly 
dodged toward the cans on the porch.

Jonathan and Alan, both small and nimble, darted behind us and 
came at the porch from the sides. Dwight concentrated on them, 
getting in a few good squirts before they armed themselves. Stan 
Dunbar and Kevin Nolan looked at each other, shrugged, and opted 
to charge my father. He got them pretty good before they bowled 
him over and reached the porch.

After that, a general melee erupted, with shouts, laughs, and 
rippling streamers of shaving cream. Stacy and Kara exacted their 
revenge by double-teaming me. I fought valiantly, but quickly had 
shaving cream all over me. Jonathan and Alan stuck together and 
picked at the fringe of the group like true opportunists, 
squirting anyone who came into range.

All the noise brought people up the hill from the lake, but I 
barely noticed--Stacy and Kara were busy chasing me. I swooped by 
the porch and picked up the last can of shaving cream, having 
long since exhausted my first one. I turned on the two girls and 
closed the distance between us, spraying the whole time.

Instead of running away, they decided to tackle me. Two slippery, 
shaving-cream-covered girls slammed into me and took the wind out 
of my lungs. I landed on my back, where they proceeded to tickle 
me. Being a wrestler has its advantages, and one of them was that 
there was _no_ way those two girls were going to keep me on my 
back.

I didn't want to hurt either of them, so I merely used a couple 
of quick escape moves, rather than reversals (which would have 
left one of them pinned beneath me). With a quick bridge out, 
followed by a powerful lunge, I shot to my feet. I stood over 
them and they both cried foul.

With most of the shaving cream cans exhausted, the friendly brawl 
was winding down. I reached a hand down to the two girls and 
easily pulled them to their feet. When I looked up, a group of 
people had surrounded us and were watching with a mixture of 
wonder and amusement. All the shaving cream fighters were panting 
and grinning, most of us covered from head to toe in the foamy 
white substance.

Dad saw Mom in the crowd and nonchalantly walked toward her. She 
quickly realized what he was up to, however, and tried to run 
away. He easily caught her and pulled her into a bear hug, 
smearing one entire side of her body with shaving cream. Kara and 
Stacy went after Erin, Leah, and Trish. Another melee ensued, 
this one with cream-covered people chasing family or friends.

I looked for Gina and quickly located her. She no longer wore her 
bikini bottoms, I absently noted. She was laughing and watching 
Kara chase Leah and Trish. I don't know what came over me, but I 
was suddenly determined to coat her in shaving cream. She heard 
me charging toward her, but she was too late to avoid my rush. 
She squirmed and laughed as I swept her up.

I took a guilty pleasure as I smeared shaving cream on her. It 
had been so long since I'd held her, even touched her, that I 
delighted in the feel of her warm skin. She quickly grew 
slippery, laughing and trying to wriggle from my grasp all the 
while. When I had transferred enough of my shaving cream coating 
to her, I let her go.

The shrieking, squealing, laughing crowd of people quickly ended 
up heading down the hill, all of us with various amounts of 
shaving cream on our bodies. At the lake, everyone simply dived 
or waded into the water. It was cold, but after our exertions, it 
was also very refreshing. Patches of dissolving shaving cream 
floated across the water and people playfully splashed one 
another.

Unfortunately, Gina had decided she was still angry with me. 
After rinsing off, she stood apart while the rest of us goofed 
off in the lake. Her mother talked to her for a moment, but Gina 
merely shook her head and took a seat in one of the lounge 
chairs.

If she wanted to sulk, let her, I decided. When Stacy and Kara 
tried to dunk me, I stopped thinking about Gina altogether. I was 
going to have fun. If she wanted to have fun with me, that was 
fine. If not, that was fine, too. It was her decision.

-----

On Saturday, I wanted to spend time with Gina, but she was still 
giving me the cold shoulder. Her loss, I thought. I still loved 
her, and I felt pangs of loss whenever I looked at her, but I was 
getting tired of banging my head against the wall of her wintry 
attitude. I guess there was only so much crap I was willing to 
put up with, and I was rapidly reaching that point.

Kara and Stacy had gone off together to lie out in the sun, so I 
basically skulked around the clubhouse, waiting for someone to 
arrive. The Erikssons, Manfred's family, lived in Charlotte, 
North Carolina, and the drive wasn't a long one. Jenny Jordan and 
her family lived in Atlanta, and from personal experience, I knew 
it was a long, tiring drive. Susan had mentioned that a few other 
families were due to arrive, but I couldn't remember who they 
were.

Around noon, Manfred and his parents, John and Ingrid, arrived. I 
went to help them unload their car. Well, I helped them unload 
their car _after_ the usual gawking at how much I'd changed. I 
was getting used to the attention, and tried to take it in 
stride. Manfred circled me three times, simply looking at me.

"Little man," he said, after the third circuit, "you look 
_buff_."

"Come on, son," his father said. "Let's unload the car."

Manfred grinned at me, I grinned in return, and we started 
carrying things into their room. When we were done, I 
surreptitiously watched Manfred's mom take off her clothes. 
Manfred looked just like his dad--tall, thin, and fair. His mom, 
Ingrid, was also tall, with large breasts and a very shapely 
figure. She had fair hair, but tanned easily. I imagine Valkyries 
looked like her.

Afterward, Manfred's mom liberally coated him with sunblock, he 
donned a protective t-shirt, and we headed toward the lake. He 
asked about Gina and I told him enough of the story to satisfy 
his curiosity, but not enough to pique his interest. I quickly 
got the idea, however, that he wasn't paying much attention. His 
mind was clearly on the imminent arrival of one Miss Jenny 
Jordan.

A couple of other families arrived a little later. Tom and Myra 
Tharp arrived first. The Tharp twins, Thomas and Theresa, came 
down to the lake and greeted most of the other teenagers. As 
usual, they spent time with each other more than anyone else.

Two other families arrived mid-afternoon, the Eakers, Brent and 
Debora, and the Sterlings, Aaron and Sara. The Eakers had two 
sons, ages six and eight, and the Sterlings had three girls, 
four, six, and nine. With Alan and Clara Nolan, as well as 
Jonathan Delozier, the shallow end of the lake was soon 
overflowing with laughing, shouting children.

About an hour before dinnertime, the Jordan family arrived. I 
could tell when they pulled up because Manfred suddenly 
disappeared. One minute we were playing pool, the next minute, 
the screen door was slamming shut behind him.

The parents, John and Jessica, were just how I remembered them. 
Well, I didn't remember much about John, mostly because he was a 
pretty average guy. Jessica, however, was something else 
entirely. She used to be a model, and was about an inch shorter 
than me, with long dark hair and firm breasts. Jenny was a year 
older than me and looked just like her mother. Looking at her, I 
realized that I'd forgotten how beautiful she was. At fourteen, 
Jill looked a lot more like Jenny than she had the previous year. 
I searched my memory for the other two kids' names and finally 
remembered them--Jackie, eleven, and John Jr., ten.

Manfred made a beeline for Jenny, and when she saw him, her face 
lit up. I rolled my eyes and helped them unload their food 
baskets. The Jordans were staying in one of the larger cabins, 
behind the motel-style buildings, and Manfred walked up to help 
them unload.

I didn't want to stick around to watch Manfred and Jenny make 
moon-eyes at each other, so I headed back down to the lake. When 
I politely asked Gina if the seat next to her was occupied, she 
said it wasn't. But as soon as I sat down, she picked up her book 
and towel then headed up the hill.

Fine, I thought, be that way.

-----

Sunday morning, I went for a run. I hated running, but I wanted 
the time alone. I ran for more than half an hour, about four 
miles. Even though I wasn't used to running that much, my time 
spent with the jump rope hadn't been wasted. When I returned to 
camp, I was winded, but not breathing too hard. I went for a swim 
and then cleaned up for breakfast.

With so many recently arrived families, the clubhouse was full of 
people. Dad fixed his banana pancakes, and Gina's family, Susan, 
and Stacy joined us for breakfast. I didn't even sit next to 
Gina. Whenever I looked at her, I knew I loved her, but I guess I 
just didn't have the energy to deal with her.

Everyone else at breakfast was happy and talkative, but I was 
somber, and maybe a little angry. Both Stacy and Kara noticed and 
tried to draw me out. If Gina noticed, she didn't show it, and 
that made me even madder. I loved her desperately, but I couldn't 
stand to be around her. How messed up is that?

After breakfast, Manfred and Jenny disappeared. I needed to talk 
to them about helping move Mr. Kestrel's stuff, so I was a little 
perturbed by their Houdini act. When I finally found them--just 
before lunch, coming up from the shuffleboard courts--I asked 
them about helping with the move.

When I told them how much they'd get paid, they were both eager. 
Fifty bucks was a lot of money to all of us. I didn't know if 
Gina was still interested in helping, but I guess I didn't really 
care. Manfred and Jenny walked off toward the clubhouse holding 
hands. I watched them go and tried not to think about Gina.

What did Kara say was the opposite of love? Indifference?

-----

Later that night, Stacy wanted to spend some time alone with me, 
since she had to return to work in the morning. She would be 
leaving very early, so we couldn't stay up too late. I was more 
than happy to be with her, but I couldn't shake my thoughts of 
Gina.

Stacy could tell I was upset, and when I saw her expression, I 
resolved myself to get in a better mood. We started kissing each 
other and quickly moved on to stroking and fondling. We had sex, 
but it was hard and fast, and I think it really surprised her. I 
guess I was still angry about Gina, and I realized with a start 
that I was taking it out on Stacy.

I consciously made up my mind to slow down and enjoy myself, and 
soon forgot about Gina entirely. Stacy and I spent the rest of 
the evening making love, having sex, and just plain fucking. By 
the time we were done, I was a little sore, drained, and very 
happy. From the look on Stacy's face, she felt the same way.

We showered together and she kissed me goodnight at the door. I 
walked from Susan's house back to our cabin in a contemplative 
silence.

I didn't think of Gina once.

-----

Monday night, things came to a head.

Gina had spent the past week glaring at me, ignoring me, or 
giving me perfunctory answers to my questions (and only when her 
mother was watching and ensuring her politeness).

I was in a seething funk, and in no mood to talk. So when Kara 
came up to me after dinner, I tried to be polite. In reality, I 
didn't feel like dealing with her. I know she was just trying to 
help, and I sincerely appreciated it, but I guess I wasn't in the 
mood to be helped.

Kara, however, is nothing if not determined. She coaxed and 
cajoled me, and eventually pulled me to my feet. I didn't know 
where she was taking me, and I didn't really care.

She led me to the nature walk by the spillway stream, the same 
place where Gina and I had The Talk. I probably shouldn't have 
been surprised to find Gina sitting on a blanket, waiting. For a 
moment, my heart soared at the thought that she'd forgiven me, 
but one look at her face dashed that hope.

Gina stood and started to protest, but a scathing look from Kara 
silenced her. Kara jabbed a finger in Gina's direction and 
imperiously told her to sit down. She leveled the same finger at 
me and gave the same order. I convinced myself that I was sitting 
down to be polite, but the truth was that I was actually a little 
scared of Kara. I'd never seen her this angry. She sat down and 
glared at each of us in turn.

She looked at me. "_You_ started this mess. You were a stand-up 
guy and you told her the truth about Amy, but none of this would 
have happened if you'd just kept your dick in your pants."

I started to protest, but Kara's glare cut me off mid-breath.

"You tried to be nice to her, I'll give you that," she said. "But 
for the past couple of days, you've been pissed off, and it 
shows."

My silence was admission enough.

Kara rounded on her sister. "And _you_ have been an ice-cold 
bitch for a week."

"I have n--"

"You _have_, and you know it," Kara said flatly. "He tried to be 
nice to you. He tried to fix things. But you gave him the cold 
shoulder every time."

"Well, he's been screwing everything that moved," Gina said 
defensively.

"He has _not_," Kara said crossly.

"What about Susan?"

Kara shook her head irritably. "You _know_ about Susan," she 
said. "You know how it is."

Shocked by the two girls' vehemence, I merely watched, turning my 
head as if I were watching tennis.

"Then what about Stacy?"

Kara's eyes softened momentarily, then hardened again. "What do 
_you_ know about Stacy?" she snarled.

"I know he's been screwing her."

"Are you mad because he's been screwing _her?_" Kara shot back. 
"Or because he _hasn't_ been screwing you?"

"I--"

"Stacy is desperately in love with him," Kara said, her voice 
softer. "She's head-over-heels _crazy_ in love with him. 
According to her, he's the best lover she's ever had."

I blinked in shock.

"But every time I was with her," Kara continued remorselessly, 
"all she talked about was how he could get _you_ back."

Even Gina blinked at that.

"_That_ is love," Kara said. "She loves him enough to sacrifice 
her own happiness for his."

"She's welcome to him, then," Gina said scornfully. 

"She deserves him more than you do."

Gina's contemptuous facade slipped a little. "Well," she said 
sanctimoniously, "at least I wasn't having sex with other 
people."

"Oh, no?!"

Gina's eyes flew wide.

"What do you think _we've_ been doing?" Kara asked.

Gina worked her mouth soundlessly.

"And what about you and Leah?" When Kara saw Gina's expression, 
she smiled humorlessly. "You didn't think I knew about that, did 
you?"

Gina swallowed hard.

"What about you and Lisa? Every time she spent the night with 
you, you two were having sex. Going down on a girl may not be the 
same as having a guy inside you, but it's still pretty much sex." 
Kara turned and regarded me coolly. "Wouldn't you agree?"

I could only stare in shock. I thought about Gina having sex with 
Kara, or Leah, or her friend Lisa. It was incredibly arousing. 
Despite the immediate situation, I felt my penis twitch in 
response.

Kara turned back to Gina. "You weren't going to _tell_ him about 
the two of us," she said. "Were you?"

"It's not like you're guys," Gina said quickly, trying to regain 
her composure.

"Okay, let's talk about guys," Kara said implacably. "If Joey 
Whatshisname had wanted you to suck him off, would you have said 
no? Hmm?"

"But I never _did_," Gina said. She pointed at me accusingly. "He 
_screwed_ that Amy girl." Tears of frustration welled up in her 
eyes. "It's not like I did it with another guy."

"No," Kara said softly. "But what about Dan? Or Carl?"

I blinked and looked at Gina.

When she didn't say anything, Kara turned to me. "The women in 
our family like the taste of come," she said matter-of-factly. 
"Mom does, I do, Gina does, and I'm sure Leah will too, as soon 
as she gets her first taste."

My penis twitched and began to jerk upright. I shifted and tried 
to hide it.

Kara shook her head. "Don't hide your hard-on," she said. "Gina 
should see what she's missing."

My eyebrows rose in shock and surprise, but I stopped trying to 
hide my burgeoning erection.

"Good," Kara said. "Now where was I? Oh, yes. The women in our 
family like the taste of come. But I'm sure you noticed."

I nodded.

"Dan and Carl were boyfriends of mine," Kara said. "I was dating 
Dan last fall, and then Carl over the holidays and for a couple 
of months this spring."

"Kara, no," Gina whispered. She looked at her sister with growing 
desperation.

"When I'd come home from a date," Kara said, still looking at me, 
"Gina loved to suck their come out of my pussy."

Gina slumped and looked from her sister to me and then back to 
Kara again.

"She gets so worked up when she tastes a guy's come," Kara said. 
"So do I. She'd go down on me, and then we'd kiss, and the taste 
would get me all worked up too. We'd end up in a sixty-nine, 
getting each other off."

My cock swelled at the mental image I conjured up.

Kara turned back to Gina and continued. "Sucking their come out 
of my pussy may not be the same as having sex with them," she 
said. "But it's pretty darn close. And you _were_ having sex with 
me, Leah, and Lisa. At least _he_," she tossed her head in my 
direction, "had the guts to tell you about the women he had sex 
with. So you can be self-righteous if you want, but I don't think 
you're that kind of hypocrite," she said gently. "You _know_ 
about Susan..."

For a moment, I wondered what she meant by that.

"...and Stacy loves him so much that she's been trying to figure 
out a way for him to get you back. The only girl he cheated on 
you with was Amy, and he was so in love with you that it ruined 
their relationship."

Gina started weeping softly and I tightly controlled the urge to 
reach out to her.

Kara let her cry for several long moments. Then she said, "I 
haven't had sex with a guy in three weeks."

Gina looked up quickly, tears still running down her cheeks.

"Talking about the taste of come, going down on you, and all the 
rest is making me incredibly horny," Kara said. Then she nodded 
in my direction. "He's got a great body, and my mouth is 
watering, just from looking at his hard-on."

Gina swallowed hard and looked panicked.

"But you know I wouldn't do that to you, Gina," Kara said softly. 
"He loves you. I can see it in his eyes. So can Stacy. If you had 
bothered to look, you'd've seen it too. So as much as I want his 
dick," she look wistfully at my erection, "you know I wouldn't do 
that as long as he's your guy."

Gina's tears slowed and her face hardened.

"He's a great guy, Gina. He's smart, funny, cute, and he loves 
you. He's made his mistakes, but he owned up to them and tried to 
make things right. But your ice princess attitude has pushed him 
away, and you're this close," she held her finger and thumb a 
quarter-inch apart, "to losing him."

I looked at Gina while Kara paused for a breath. Gina studiously 
ignored me, and I felt my temper flare.

"So you need to decide," Kara said to Gina. "Because this 'punish 
him' bullshit has _got_ to stop. If you love him, you need to 
respect his apology. You probably need to apologize yourself. And 
you _definitely_ need to try to fix your relationship." She 
paused for a moment and drew a deep breath. "If you don't love 
him anymore, you need to tell him, so he can move on."

Gina set her jaw and her nostrils flared.

"If you love him, he's your guy and you need to take care of 
him," Kara said. "If you don't love him, he's not your guy 
anymore, and _I'll_ be more than happy to take care of him."

I swallowed hard and looked at Kara, suddenly seeing her as a 
woman, and not just my (ex-?) girlfriend's older sister.

Kara leveled her gaze at her sister. "So," she said heavily. 
"Which is it gonna be?"

When Gina directed a flinty, contemptuous stare at me, I finally 
snapped. A torrent of inarticulate rage boiled up within me. What 
had I ever done to deserve such scorn from her? Sure, I guess I'd 
cheated on her, but I also told her the truth and I wanted to 
work things out.

But Kara's revelations put Gina's holier-than-thou attitude in an 
entirely new light. If Gina had even _tried_ to talk to me about 
our relationship, I don't think I would have been as angry as I 
was. Instead of talking, or moving on, she seemed only interested 
in punishing me.

And I was tired of her shit. I was over it. Enough. Done.

I stood, my erection bobbing with the suddenness of the motion. 
Both girls looked up at me in surprise.

"Fine, Gina," I spat. "If you want it to be this way, that's fine 
with me. I wanted to have a relationship with you. I wanted to 
work things out. But you only wanted to make me suffer. So I'm 
through. _We're_ through."

I turned on my heels and stormed off.

"Paul! Wait!"

Despite my fury, I stopped in my tracks.

Whose voice had it been? I couldn't tell.

Did I care? I didn't know.

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