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Subject: {ASSM} "Summer Camp - Book 2" by Nick Scipio - Ch 15 (M+F+, mf, teen, oral, voy, pett)
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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 15
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: M+F+, mf, teen, oral, voy, pett
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

By the time we reached the camp gate, Manfred and Jenny were 
making out again. Gina had helped me slip my shirt over my head 
and was snuggled next to me, her soft breast pressed against my 
bare skin. After nearly running the car off the road, we decided 
it was probably best for me to put my shorts back on.

Susan unlocked the gate and then pulled through. I followed, put 
the car in Park, and got out to relock the chain. Before I got 
back in the car, I discreetly slipped off my shorts and 
underwear. Gina smiled as I slid behind the wheel. She tucked 
herself next to me, and began gently playing with my dick.

"I missed this," she said quietly.

Behind us, Manfred and Jenny were too wrapped up in each other to 
overhear.

"Me too," I said.

I really didn't know what to think about what had happened during 
the drive home. On a purely physical level, I'd certainly enjoyed 
myself. On an emotional level, I'd also enjoyed myself. But I 
also wondered if things were moving too fast.

After all, Gina had had a week to work through her feelings, and 
only the utter shock of the previous night had forced her to 
change her behavior or risk losing me. The previous night was 
still a raw wound for me, one that had barely begun to heal. Just 
thinking about her childish attitude made me a little angry.

But now she seemed to be genuinely repentant. I felt certain that 
I'd be able to tell if she were just pretending. What purpose 
could she have if she _were_ pretending? None that I could see. 
Why rebuild trust with someone you're not interested in? No 
reason. So I assumed her apology had been genuine and she 
honestly wanted to work things out.

That left me in a minor quandary, although it wasn't an emotional 
one. Even the night before, when I'd still been fuming, I knew I 
loved her. But I didn't want to appear to give in too quickly. I 
guess I didn't want to send the signal that she could ride 
roughshod over me, regardless of the consequences, and I'd 
unconditionally forgive her.

I certainly didn't want her to go overboard trying to make up for 
her behavior, but I also didn't want her to think she could treat 
me the way she had and then simply fix everything by crying and 
saying she was sorry. An apology went a long way, but I guess I 
wanted to know that she wouldn't do the same thing again. 
Unfortunately, there was no easy way to tell if she would or 
wouldn't.

With a sigh of resignation, I carefully pulled the station wagon 
behind our cabin. Fortunately, we'd been driving with the windows 
open and it didn't reek of sex. Besides, my parents were nowhere 
to be seen (we didn't know what time we would return, so they 
weren't waiting for us). I decided to leave the windows cracked, 
just in case.

As soon as I put the car in Park and turned off the engine, I 
slumped against the seat. During the drive home, I hadn't 
realized how tired I was. I hadn't slept well the night before, 
I'd gotten up early, then I'd worked hard all day. It wasn't yet 
ten o'clock, but I was beat.

I pushed thoughts of how tired I was out of my mind and thought 
about Gina. I didn't know what to do, and in a way, I didn't know 
what I wanted. I wanted her, physically and emotionally, that 
much was certain. But I wanted the old Gina. Neither of us could 
go back in time, so we'd just have to see how things worked out.

 "I can't wait to take a shower," Jenny said, interrupting my 
introspection.

Gina and I nodded in agreement.

"Hey," Manfred said. "I've got a great idea."

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Why don't we all take a shower down at the clubhouse?"

"Yeah!" Jenny said enthusiastically. "That'd be cool!"

Was she on happy pills?! The girl was terminally upbeat. I shook 
my head in amazement as she and Manfred jumped out of the car and 
started walking toward the clubhouse.

"You want to?" Gina asked me quietly.

I sighed deeply. "No. Yes. I dunno."

"I know what you mean." She sounded like she was as tired as I 
was.

"I guess we probably should," I said. "Just to be polite."

"Yeah, I guess so. I'll run up and get a towel from our cabin."

I shook my head. "Let's just use some of ours," I said. "And I'll 
get some soap and shampoo."

I opened the car door and got out. Gina simply slid by the 
steering wheel and got out behind me. Then we grabbed towels and 
shower stuff from our cabin. Just as we headed down the hill to 
the clubhouse, we ran into my parents. They were walking down 
from the Coulters' cabin.

"Everything go okay, son?" my dad asked.

I nodded wearily. "The car keys are on the dresser."

"Did you kids have fun?" Mom asked.

Gina and I both nodded at once.

"You look tired," Mom said.

"Yeah."

"We're going to go take a shower," Gina said helpfully.

"Okay," Mom said. "We'll see you when you get back."

I nodded. Gina looped her arm through mine and then we wearily 
continued down the hill.

When we got to the clubhouse, Manfred and Jenny were already in 
the communal shower. No one was near enough to see what was going 
on, so they were fooling around. Gina and I looked at each other 
and rolled our eyes. We pulled off our shoes and socks and joined 
them in the tiled area.

I moved to let Gina get under the stream first, but she tugged me 
in with her. Feeling her body that close made me tingle, despite 
my tiredness. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as well. After we 
both got wet, I washed quickly and then pulled her toward me.

While Manfred and Jenny played grab-ass under the shower stream, 
I gently lathered Gina's hair and massaged the shampoo into her 
scalp. She groaned in pleasure and leaned against me. Her water-
slick ass brushed against my limp penis, and she ground against 
me. In spite of my fatigue, I reacted predictably. I didn't reach 
full erection, but anyone looking at me could have easily seen I 
was excited.

Manfred and Jenny stepped out of the shower area and grabbed 
their towels. I pushed Gina toward the spigot and rinsed her hair 
with the same care I'd washed it with. She looked over her 
shoulder and thanked me with a tired smile.

When we finished, I shut off the water while Gina reached for our 
towels. I dried off quickly and turned to wait for her. But while 
she was still towel-drying her hair, exhaustion finally got the 
best of me.

"Hey," I said softly. "I'm gonna go sit on one of the couches for 
a minute or two."

She nodded.

"Just for a minute, okay?"

"Okay," she said. "I'll be right over."

I shuffled toward the couches and slumped onto one. I had a hard 
time holding my head up, so I folded my towel and put it on the 
armrest. With a sigh, I stretched out on the couch and rested my 
head on my damp, makeshift pillow.

-----

I opened my eyes and tried to figure out where I was. Someone was 
shaking my shoulder. My vision was bleary, so I blinked my eyes 
to clear them. When I looked up, Mom smiled down at me. I was on 
the top bunk, what was she doing above me? _Hold on a second,_ I 
thought, _I'm not on my bunk. So where am I?_

"Wake up, sweet pea," she said. "It's time to go to bed."

I nodded and tried to get up, but something was holding my left 
arm down.

"Come on up to the cabin soon," Mom said.

I nodded, still disoriented.

She smiled fondly and walked away.

Where was I? My eyes were finally clear enough to see, but the 
lights were dim. I looked around and slowly gathered my bearings.

I was in the clubhouse, lying on a couch. Why couldn't I get up?

Gina.

I was on my side and she was spooned in front of me, her head on 
my left arm (which had gone to sleep). My right hand rested 
comfortably on her stomach and she was sighing  softly as she 
breathed. Her ass was nestled against my dick, so I blissfully 
let my sleep-fuddled brain imagine what it would be like to have 
sex with her in this position.

Reluctantly, very reluctantly, I dragged my thoughts back to more 
practical matters and lifted my left wrist. Prickling sensations 
surged through my forearm and hand as the blood returned to them. 
I squinted and checked the time, eleven forty-five. Uh-oh. I'd 
better get moving if I wanted to be home by midnight.

Instead of waking Gina immediately, I lifted my head and looked 
around. The back of the couch blocked most of my view, but I 
listened intently. When I didn't see or hear anyone else, I laid 
my head back down.

With no one around to see, I ran my hand over Gina's hip and then 
down her thigh. Her skin was soft, smooth, and warm. I pulled my 
hand back and let it rest on the point of her hip, simply 
luxuriating in the feeling of her body against me.

I grudgingly lifted my hand from her hip and gently shook her 
shoulder.

"Gina," I whispered. "Wake up."

She mumbled and shifted against me.

I shook her again, a little harder.

"Huh?"

"Wake up, sleepy head," I whispered.

"I'm 'wake," she said softly, slowly.

I moved my hand back down to her hip as she yawned.

"Wha' time izzit?" she mumbled.

"Almost midnight."

"Gotta get home."

"Mmm hmm."

"I'm so comfy here, though," she said with a sigh.

"Me too."

I ran my fingers up her stomach to her rib cage. She lifted her 
arm to accommodate me, and I gently cupped her right breast. 
Because of their size, they sagged a little to the side, but not 
much. When I gently caressed her nipple, she put her hand over 
mine and snuggled back against me. Neither of us wanted to get up 
yet, so we merely lay there for a few minutes, the consequences 
of being late forgotten.

"You looked so comfy," she said. "And I was so tired."

"Mmm hmm."

"I hope you don't mind that I joined you," she said, a hint of 
anxiety creeping into her voice.

"No. I kinda like it."

She sighed contentedly. "I could get used to this," she said 
softly.

We dozed for a while, in that warm, wonderful limbo between 
asleep and awake. Her breathing grew slow and steady, but I could 
tell she wasn't going back to sleep. I don't know how I knew, but 
I felt her gathering her courage and preparing to speak.

"I really am sorry about how I behaved," she said quietly.

"I'll survive."

She shook her head. "That's not the point. Kara told me what I 
was doing. Mom told me, too. I didn't want to listen to either of 
them." She paused for a moment. "I hope you can forgive me."

I nodded and kissed the back of her head, inhaling the scent of 
her clean, fresh hair. "I can," I said. "I have."

Suddenly, she rolled over to face me. Her body molded to mine, 
her breasts pressed against my chest.

"I'm sorry too," I said. "I'm sorry about Amy."

She nodded. "I understand. _Now_."

"Good." I kissed her nose.

She lifted her face and our lips connected. We shared a long, 
deep kiss, our tongues gently twined together. When she pulled 
back, she looked at me seriously.

"Paul?"

"Mmm hmm?"

"Um... do you... um... I mean... are you still..."

"Yes?" I prompted patiently.

"Do you still love me?" she asked timidly.

_Ah,_ I thought to myself, _the $64,000 question._

She waited, and I could feel the tension building within her.

"Yes," I said firmly.

She swallowed hard and smiled in relief. Then she pressed herself 
against my chest. "I was so afraid you didn't love me anymore," 
she said after a moment.

"I still love you. I never stopped. But you don't always make it 
easy for me," I said.

"I love you, too. And I'll try to make it easier." She laughed 
tearfully and then looked at me with a serious expression. "Um... I 
don't wanna sound _too_ easy, but didn't you promise to... um... take 
care of me?"

I arched an eyebrow at her. My memory was still a little fuzzy, 
and I had no idea what she was talking about.

"You know," she whispered insistently. She pressed her hips 
against me and gyrated them.

I grinned as I Got It.

"I'm glad Susan taught you how to go down on a girl," she said. 
"You're really, _really_ good. God, I get so wet just thinking--"

I shook my head. "Susan didn't teach me that."

She looked surprised.

"Stacy did."

"She _did?_"

I nodded.

"She likes girls?" she asked incredulously.

I nodded again.

Her eyes widened as her nostrils flared. "Kara," she said 
heatedly, "is a rat."

"Huh?"

"She didn't tell me Stacy liked girls too."

"What?"

"Kara and Stacy," she said distractedly. "Saturday night. She 
didn't tell me."

"Saturday night? What happened Saturday night?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but the creak of the clubhouse 
door interrupted her.

"Paul?"

It was my father. I smiled apologetically and struggled to sit 
up. "Over here, Dad." When I lifted my head above the back of the 
couch to look at him, he tapped his watch. I pulled my arm out 
from under Gina and looked at my own watch. I grimaced and looked 
over the back of the couch. "I'm coming, Dad. Right now. Sorry."

He nodded wordlessly and stepped through the door, into the 
night.

"What time is it?" Gina asked.

"Twelve thirty."

"Uh-oh."

"My sentiments exactly."

The nagging questions about Kara and Stacy suddenly deserted me. 
Gina and I stood quickly and then I grabbed her hand as we raced 
out of the clubhouse. We caught up with my dad as he walked back 
up the hill.

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"I know, son. You've had a long day."

I nodded.

"But that's no excuse."

"No, sir."

"Go on," he said. "Take Gina home and then come back to our 
cabin. We'll talk in the morning."

He didn't sound angry, which I took as a good sign. Then again, 
he never sounded angry when he punished me, either...

-----

Tentative conversations and troublesome, unanswered questions 
aside, I slept like a baby. The next morning, I got up and did my 
regular workout. After my shower, I waited for Mom and Erin to 
head down to the clubhouse. I knew Dad would want to talk to me, 
and there was no sense in shirking my responsibility. When he 
finished his shower, I was waiting for him.

"I'm sorry about last night, Dad. It won't happen again."

"What _should_ you have done?" he asked.

"Um... Come home _before_ midnight?"

He nodded. "And?"

"Um..."

"What were you doing that made you late?"

"Just talking," I said quickly.

"Uh huh. And you couldn't talk on our porch, or at Gina's cabin?"

I looked at him blankly.

"Son, if you were talking, and you needed more time, you 
should've come up to the cabin and told us."

I stared mutely.

"We want you home by midnight because we want you safe, and we 
want to know where you are. If you come and check in, we'll let 
you have more time," he said. "This isn't prison, and you're not 
a child."

"Oh. Okay."

"You need to be responsible. Not only for your own sake, but for 
Gina's too. Did you know that her father came looking for her 
last night? He came here first, obviously. How do you think it 
made me feel when I had to tell Chris I didn't know why his 
daughter wasn't home yet?"

"Um... not good?"

He nodded. "Not good is right, son. If you'd told us what you 
were doing, and told her parents, I'm sure you could have talked 
as long as you needed to."

"Yes, sir."

"You need to _think_, son. If you want to be treated like an 
adult, you need to act like one."

I nodded.

"That means you need to be responsible. And when Gina's with you, 
you're responsible for her too."

"Yes, sir. It won't happen again, Dad. I'll be more responsible."

"I know you will, Paul." He smiled at me, and I smiled in return. 
"Now," he said, "what do you think your punishment should be?"

For a fleeting moment, I'd thought I was going to get off with 
only a lecture. And I hated it when he made me choose my own 
punishment! I thought for a few seconds, trying to come up with a 
suitably harsh sentence. "I have to be home by ten, for a week?"

"Do you think that's fair?"

No, I thought sullenly. It was super harsh. I'd only been half an 
hour late. But I suspected that if I'd suggested something that 
wasn't severe enough, he'd make my punishment even worse than an 
early curfew for a week. "Yes, sir," I said. "I think it's fair."

"Okay then," he said. "Let me talk it over with your mom."

With that, he put his arm around my shoulder and we walked down 
to breakfast.

-----

"Did you get in trouble?" I asked Gina after breakfast.

She nodded.

"I've got a ten o'clock curfew for a week," I said gloomily.

"Wow, that's harsh."

"Tell me about it." I always came up with something too severe! 
I'd begun to suspect it was the reason my parents made _me_ 
choose my punishment. They couldn't be that devilishly clever, 
could they? They could, and I knew it.

"I had to--"

"Sit there and think about what you'd done?" I asked, half-
facetiously.

"Yeah! How'd you know?"

I grinned. "Kara told me a little about your mom."

"Oh. Okay. Cool."

"That's not such a bad punishment," I said.

"Well, I also have to do the dishes for two days."

"That's not so bad either," I said.

She shook her head. "I normally have to do them after at least 
one meal. Leah, Kara, and I rotate which meal we have to do."

I nodded.

She laughed sharply. "So Kara and Leah are encouraging me to stay 
out as late as I want," she said. "They don't seem to mind when 
my punishment means less work for them."

"Ha! Yeah."

-----

I hung around after lunch and waited for Gina to finish the 
dishes. She saw me waiting and rushed to dry everything.

"Hey," she said cheerfully. She practically skipped around the 
end of the kitchen counter.

Watching her breasts bounce as she moved had me momentarily 
mesmerized. I shook my head to restore my train of thought.

She was obviously aware of what she'd done and its effects, and 
she grinned shamelessly.

"You wanna go for a walk?" I asked, finally looking her in the 
eye.

"Sure. Where to?"

"I dunno." I shrugged. "Just somewhere we can talk. Let's take 
our towels. We can sit on 'em if we wanna stop."

She nodded. "Lemme tell my mom we're going."

"Okay. I'd better tell mine too."

-----

Instead of walking toward the lake, we headed in the other 
direction, away from camp. At the road to Mr. Kestrel's house, we 
turned and started down it. It wasn't an oft-traveled path, so 
we'd have some privacy. As we walked, I could sense Gina's 
growing anxiety.

"Listen," I said as we walked. "There's some stuff we need to 
talk about."

She nodded nervously.

"Some of it's heavy, some of it's not. It's all just stuff, 
though." I turned to look at her, to gauge her reaction. "Okay?"

She took a deep breath and smiled as she nodded. It was clearly a 
front, but at least it was a brave front.

"I've got a lot of questions, but we need to work some things out 
first."

"Is it something I did yesterday, or last night? If it was, just 
tell me and I won't do it again," she said in a rush.

I shook my head and tried to allay her fears. "No, it's nothing 
like that. It's just some stuff I've been thinking about a lot."

She stopped walking and turned to me. "Is it Stacy? If you want 
to be with her instead of me, I'll understand."

I shook my head.

"Is it 'cause we haven't had sex?" she asked tearfully. She 
grabbed my hand and started to pull me toward the woods. "If it 
is, we can do it now if you want."

I resisted her tugging and instead pulled her close. "It's 
nothing like that. You know that," I gently admonished her. "If 
it were just about sex, I never would've told you about Susan, 
Stacy, or," I steeled my nerves, "Amy." When she didn't react 
much, I continued. "I would've just had sex with you, and you 
never would've known."

Gina swallowed hard and looked at me with scared, liquid brown 
eyes.

"But you know I couldn't do that to you," I said earnestly.

She bit the inside of her lip and nodded.

I put my arms around her waist and looked into her eyes. "I want 
to have sex with you. I want to make love to you. But I also want 
to have a relationship with you. I want more than just sex. Does 
that make sense?"

She nodded hesitantly.

"But that also means there are some things we need to talk 
about."

She nodded again.

"Like Susan. And Stacy. And... Amy." I turned us both toward Mr. 
Kestrel's house and reached for her hand.

She clutched mine as if I were going to pull her from a burning 
building.

"Relax," I said gently.

She did, somewhat.

Over the course of the morning, I'd thought through this 
conversation a little bit, basic ideas and things, but for the 
most part, I was winging it. What's the line from the song? 
_"Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose."_

We walked for a few more minutes and eventually arrived at Mr. 
Kestrel's house. The curtains were still up, and if I hadn't 
known the house was empty, I would have thought someone still 
lived there.

We walked around to the back patio and spread our towels in the 
shade under a large tree. We sat down--me cross-legged and Gina 
with her legs demurely tucked under her--and I looked at her 
seriously.

"If we don't talk about this stuff," I said slowly, "it'll always 
be between us. Okay?"

"Okay. I guess."

"Trust me, if we don't, it will." I grinned ruefully. "I've 
already ruined one relationship because I wasn't honest. I 
thought I'd ruined two, but..."

She smiled wanly.

I paused for a moment to gather my thoughts. Start with the past, 
I thought, then work toward the present. "Amy," I said solemnly.

Her jaw tensed at the other girl's name, but to her credit, Gina 
tried to remain calm.

"I loved her. I still do love her, in a way. You never fall out 
of love."

She nodded.

"But it's over between us. When I'm with you, I don't think of 
her. I don't usually think of her the rest of the time, either. 
Okay?"

Gina nodded.

I took her hands in my own and looked into her eyes. "I'm serious 
about that. Okay? Amy is in the past."

"Okay."

She looked like she was working up the nerve to speak, so I 
remained silent.

"I guess the problem I had with it was that it was behind my 
back." She suddenly looked at me cautiously.

I nodded.

"But it wasn't really," she said. "Kara said we didn't have a 
well-defined relationship, but I didn't truly know what she 
meant. Until now, that is." She looked up and smiled 
apologetically. "I guess I just didn't want to think about it."

I grinned and shook my head.

"But when I left, last summer, we didn't say 'we won't have sex 
with anyone else.'"

"No, we didn't. That doesn't make it right, though."

She shook her head.

I could tell she was trying to come up with the right words, so I 
kept my mouth shut.

"I don't feel bad about what I did with my sisters. Or with 
Lisa." She looked at me intently. "Does that make sense?"

I nodded. "I don't feel bad about what I did with Amy."

Her reaction to hearing Amy's name was less than before, but 
still noticeable.

"The problem was the emotions," I said. "It was how I felt about 
Amy."

Gina nodded.

"Let me ask you something, though."

"Okay."

"How come you weren't all that upset about Stacy? Or Susan?"

She shrugged. "I know it's not the same with them, that you don't 
love them."

"Oh, but I do."

She reluctantly nodded.

"I love them both, very much. But you're right, it's not the same 
with either of them. I'm _in love_ with you. It's different."

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "Mom and I had a big talk about that a 
while ago."

Ah, I thought. Some of the pieces were falling into place. I 
should have expected as much. _Note to self: some other parents 
aren't clueless either._

"So, you're not jealous?" I asked, half unconvinced. I don't know 
how, but I thought I already knew the answer. When she blushed, I 
shifted nervously, suddenly unsure of my certitude.

"I _was_ jealous," she said, studying her hands. "But Kara hit 
the nail on the head about why." She laughed ironically.

I frantically thought back through the fateful confrontation with 
Kara.

"I wasn't jealous that you were having sex with them. I was upset 
that you _weren't_ having sex with _me_." She blushed again and 
then suddenly looked up. "Does that make sense?"

I nodded, a little stunned.

"Kara says you'll make a really good lover," she said out of the 
blue. Then she quickly dropped her gaze to her hands. "I don't 
know much about that, yet." She lifted her face and smiled shyly. 
"I just know how I feel whenever I'm with you."

I smiled.

"But I want to... um... I want to know about the other, too," she 
said.

"We will," I said assuredly. "When the time's right."

"It's not right now?"

She sounded so plaintive I almost laughed. "No. Not yet."

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her expression full of 
anxiety. "I'll do anything you want."

"It's not that," I said. Then I tapped myself on the forehead. 
"It's here."

"Do you still want to?"

I nodded vigorously. "But not yet. Not until the time's right."

"When d'you think it'll be right?"

I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "Soon."

"_How_ soon?"

"Look," I said, half in frustration, half in genuine amusement. 
"If you want, I'll throw you down right here and ravish you."

"Oh, goody." She clapped her hands gleefully, but it was clear 
she knew I was only joking.

"Seriously," I said, trying to regain a little composure.

"Seriously." She subtly thrust her chest forward and gave me a 
sultry look.

I almost caved. "You know what I mean," I said soberly, shoring 
up my failing resolve.

"Yeah."

I needed to get the conversation back on track, because I didn't 
know how long my resistance would last if she _really_ tried to 
get me to have sex with her. A guy can only take so much 
temptation, and as beautiful and enthusiastic as Gina was, she 
was perilously close to pushing me over the edge.

She smiled shyly and bit the inside of her lip.

"What did you mean last night," I asked, "when you said Kara was 
a rat?"

She blushed, but remained mute.

"What were she and Stacy doing on Saturday night?" I asked. I 
thought about it for a second, working through the possibilities. 
And then it hit me. The Fourth of July! Before she left, Kara had 
given Stacy a heated kiss. Now that I knew Kara liked girls too 
(as if I hadn't known on the Fourth), it all made sense. Before 
Gina could answer, I said, "They were having sex, weren't they?"

She nodded, her expression slightly disgusted. "And they didn't 
invite me," she said petulantly. She was entirely serious.

I burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"You," I said, gasping for air.

"I am _not_."

"Are too."

She pouted, but I could tell that her feelings weren't really 
hurt.

"Seriously," I said, once I'd stopped laughing. "Why're you 
upset?"

"I wanted to have fun too."

"With Stacy?" I hoped I didn't sound as incredulous as I felt.

She shrugged. "I guess. I mean, she _is_ really cute."

I nodded. As I did, I carefully watched Gina for a jealous 
reaction. When I didn't see any, I furrowed my brow in confusion. 
"You really _aren't_ jealous, are you?"

"Of you and Stacy?"

I nodded.

"Maybe a little. But I think I understand." She wrinkled her brow 
in concentration and then nodded decisively. "I mean, it works 
for my mom and dad. I asked my mom about their relationship a 
while ago." She gazed at me earnestly. "I was really worried 
about them getting a divorce. But she explained how it works."

Even though I had _no_ idea what she was talking about, I nodded 
like I did.

"But I guess you know all this," she continued. "Your parents are 
the same way."

_Huh? My parents were_ what _way?_ Again, I nodded like I 
understood what she was talking about. In reality, my mind was 
frantically trying to figure out what she meant.

"Besides," she continued, "Kara said Stacy's really nice."

"Yeah," I said distractedly.

"I didn't know _how_ nice," Gina added, sotto voce. Then she 
looked at me steadily. "So I trust you. And Kara says I can trust 
Stacy too. I mean, after all, when I had my weeklong lapse of 
sanity," she smiled thinly, "Stacy was still trying to help you 
get me back."

I nodded.

"So yeah, maybe I'm a little jealous of Stacy, but I understand. 
I think."

"Oh." I paused for a moment. "But what about Susan?"

"Of course I understand about her, silly," she said. "Sheesh, 
sometimes you're a goof."

I was a little embarrassed, and once again, I nodded like I 
understood what she was talking about. Unfortunately, I had _no_ 
clue. _Why_ would she "of course" understand about Susan? In a 
matter of minutes, I had a thousand questions running through my 
mind. But I didn't want to look like an idiot by asking them. 
Gina thought I knew the answers, and I guess I was afraid to 
demonstrate my ignorance.

My thoughts were chaotic and distracted, and I really wanted to 
talk to Susan. If anyone could help me sort things out, it would 
be her. Gina and I still had a lot to talk about, but at least I 
understood her a little better. Unfortunately, that newfound 
understanding revealed a dozen fresh mysteries.

"And you're a goof who promised me something," she said, her 
voice husky with desire.

I mentally shook myself out of my addled reverie and looked into 
her eyes--they were already slightly glassy with lust. Her 
nostrils flared as she smiled and gave me a look without a hint 
of ambiguity.

I crawled toward her and our lips met. She moaned into my mouth 
as I pushed her onto her back, without breaking our kiss. My 
penis suddenly sprang to attention and gently pressed against her 
smooth hip. Before she could reach for it, however, I kissed down 
her chest to her stomach.

I probably rushed things a little--I wanted to get back to camp 
and talk to Susan--but judging by the way Gina cried out and 
clamped her thighs against my ears, I don't think she noticed. 
Afterward, I stood while she knelt before me and sucked me off. I 
held her head when I came, and she moaned in delight as my semen 
gushed over her tongue.

We lay in the shade of the tree for a while after that, just 
cuddling, relaxing, and gently stroking each other. It was 
languid and comfortable, but I was itching to get back to camp.

When it got close to dinnertime, we picked up our towels and 
walked back around the house. Before we left, we decided to use 
the courtyard shower to rinse off. Without even drying off, we 
wrapped our towels around our waists and headed back to camp.

-----

After dinner, I made up an excuse and headed to Susan's house. 
The whole time I'd been eating, I couldn't wait to talk to her. I 
finally knocked on her kitchen door and waited with barely 
concealed impatience. When she didn't immediately answer, I 
knocked again and waited.

And then I waited some more.

So I knocked again, louder.

And waited.

Maybe she was in her bedroom, I thought. I trotted around to the 
back patio, intending to knock on the sliding glass door. The 
curtains were open, but the room was dark. I knocked anyway.

Still no answer.

I walked back toward the courtyard, but instead of entering, I 
went past it to the garage. Sure enough, her car was gone. Where 
had she gone? Any number of places, I thought sourly.

I walked back to the clubhouse, hoping to find Mom and ask her. 
No luck. I finally found her at our cabin. She had just stepped 
out of the shower and was combing her hair.

"Have you seen Susan?" I asked, somewhat abruptly.

"She went to town. Why? What's up?"

Could I ask Mom? How? What would I say? Unfortunately, I didn't 
even know what to ask.

"Is everything okay, honey?" she asked.

"Yeah, Mom, everything's fine."

I dithered for a moment longer and was just working up the nerve 
to talk to her when Dad entered the cabin. As soon as I saw him, 
my courage evaporated.

"Hi, Paul," he said cheerfully. "What's goin' on?"

"Oh, nothing." _He sure is in a good mood,_ I thought to myself.

He walked up behind Mom and kissed her on the side of the neck. 
"You all ready, sweetie?" he asked her.

She smiled and nodded.

Neither of them was really paying attention to me, so I decided 
to slip out. "I'm gonna go down to the clubhouse," I said.

"Okay, honey," Mom said over her shoulder. "Have fun."

Dad was getting into the shower as I left. Hadn't he taken a 
shower in the morning? _What's it matter?_ I thought to myself as 
I bounded down the stairs.

-----

Even though I tried to pay attention, I never saw Susan drive by 
the clubhouse. There were a couple of times when I went out and 
restlessly looked around the camp, but I never found her. Gina 
was playing cards with Kara at the clubhouse, Manfred and Jenny 
were off doing Manfred and Jenny things, and the Tharp twins were 
in their own little world, so I was pretty much on my own.

When I returned from the last "search patrol," I went looking for 
Mom. She wasn't in the cabin and neither was Dad. It was getting 
dark, so I figured I'd simply missed them somewhere. I walked up 
to the Coulters' cabin, but the younger girls were the only ones 
there.

I stopped by the clubhouse again, but there was still no sign of 
my parents. Gina's parents weren't there either, and neither was 
Gina. Kara was sitting on one of the couches, quietly reading a 
book. I nearly threw my hands up in frustration. I still wanted 
to talk to Susan, but now _everyone_ seemed to be MIA!

Despite the fact that I hadn't seen her car drive by, I went to 
see if she was home. If she'd driven by when I was prowling 
around looking for her, I thought I might have missed her. Sure 
enough, her car was in the garage, but when I knocked on the 
kitchen door, she didn't answer. I knocked again, but she still 
didn't answer. I thought about simply going inside but then 
decided against it. She was probably in her bedroom and couldn't 
hear me knocking.

Since dinner, I'd been framing questions in my head, and eagerly 
thought them through as I walked around to the back patio. What 
was so special about the Coulters' relationship? Why were they 
like my parents? How did Susan know Gina wouldn't be upset about 
me having sex with her and Stacy? Had she talked to Gina's mom 
like she talked to mine? Did she ever talk to Gina about me? How 
come Gina (and everyone else) seemed to know what was going on, 
but I was clueless? Was there something she hadn't told me? In 
addition, I had literally dozens of secondary and follow-up 
questions.

When I rounded the back corner of the house, I froze.

_Well,_ I thought wryly, _at least I found Gina._ She was 
standing at the edge of the patio, just outside a yellow square 
of light spilling from inside Susan's bedroom. Susan's curtains 
were still open, but the sight inside the room itself had caused 
me to freeze in my tracks.

I walked toward Gina as quietly as I could, but when I stepped on 
a twig, she whirled and stared directly at me. It took me a 
moment to realize that she couldn't see me--her eyes hadn't 
adjusted to the darkness after staring into the well-lit room.

"It's me, Gina," I said softly. I had half crouched when she spun 
on me, so I stood and walked toward her.

"What are you _doing_ here?" she whispered urgently.

"Not the same thing _you_ are," I said as I stepped close to her. 
I looked over her shoulder at the scene in Susan's bedroom.

Gina's parents, my parents, and Susan were all... Well, "getting 
comfortable" is probably the best way to describe it.

"Don't get too close to the light," I warned.

"Yeah, I know," she said, her back to the house.

The light inside the room reflected off the big sliding glass 
doors and turned them into mirrors. As long as Gina and I stayed 
in the dark, no one inside could see _us_ but we could see _them_ 
just fine.

I also figured out why they hadn't heard me at the kitchen door. 
Through the big panes of glass, I faintly heard music. It wasn't 
loud enough that I could tell what it was, but the bass and drum 
parts were easily loud enough to drown out my knocking.

Inside, Dad and Chris were sitting on Susan's bed. Elizabeth was 
on her knees, sucking my dad's erection, while Susan was doing 
the same for Chris. Mom was kneeling behind the two women, 
playing with their pussies. I probably should have been shocked, 
but the sheer surprise of seeing them simply overwhelmed me.

"How'd you know about this?" Gina asked quietly.

I shrugged, still looking over her shoulder. "I didn't. I came 
looking for Susan."

"Oh, _really?_"

I returned my eyes to Gina and shook my head. "It's not what you 
think," I said calmly. "I wanted to talk to her about something."

"Uh huh," she teased gently. "_Sure_ you did."

"I did."

I tried to look at her, but my eyes were irresistibly drawn to 
the scene unfolding inside. Susan lay on her back and Chris knelt 
next to her head. Mom lay between Susan's legs and was busy 
licking her pussy while Chris fed Susan his dick.

"I had a bunch of questions for her," I said, tossing my head in 
Susan's direction. "About something you said this afternoon. 
Although I think I just figured out what you were talking about."

Gina turned her head and looked at the people in the house. Then 
she turned and looked at me in growing disbelief. "You mean you 
didn't...? You're kidding, right?"

I shook my head tersely.

"Really? You didn't know your parents were swingers?"

"No, okay. I didn't know."

"Wow."

"So what are _you_ doing here?" I asked, trying to change the 
subject.

"I... um... well..."

"You were spying on your parents, weren't you?" I asked. I 
thought back to my own experiences watching my parents have sex--
they'd all been opportunistic. That hadn't stopped me from 
watching, but I hadn't gone looking to spy on them.

"It's _not_ spying," Gina said.

"Oh?"

"Well," she said, "maybe it is, a little. But it gets me so... you 
know..."

I shook my head. I knew what she was talking about, but it 
excited me, and I wanted to hear _her_ say it. "No," I said with 
faux innocence. "Tell me. It gets you what?"

She rolled her eyes. "You know," she said insistently.

I shook my head and grinned at her mischievously.

"It gets me hot," she said. "And wet."

"Mmm hmm. I thought so."

Before she could react, I stepped close to her. "And it gets me 
hot thinking about it," I said. Then I put my left hand on the 
small of her back and pulled her against me. With my right hand, 
I tilted her head up and kissed her. She responded eagerly, and 
we were soon kissing passionately.

"I love you," she said when we broke the kiss. "I don't know what 
I'd do without you."

"Well, you'll always have your sisters," I said flippantly.

"You know what I mean. It's not the same."

I nodded, grinning. "I love you, too," I said.

My hard-on pressed against her stomach and she pulled back 
slightly, reaching for it. I sighed in pleasure as she gently 
stroked me. When I opened my eyes, my gaze was irresistibly drawn 
to the sliding glass doors.

Inside, Dad was lying on his back and Elizabeth had moved to 
sixty-nine with him. She was eagerly sucking his cock and playing 
with his balls. Dad had his arms wrapped around her thighs, 
holding her open for his flicking tongue. Gina turned to look and 
her breath caught in her throat.

"You come by it honestly," I said, indicating her mother.

Without looking away from the torrid scene in Susan's bedroom, 
she nodded.

"Let's get more comfortable. Okay?"

She turned back to me and bit the inside of her lip. "I don't 
have a blanket or anything," she said.

"That's okay. Let's just get one of the chairs from the patio."

The patio furniture was just outside the lit area, but I moved 
cautiously nonetheless. I took the chair furthest from the 
sliding glass doors and carried it into the yard. When I set it 
on the ground, I motioned for Gina to join me.

I sat down as she approached, and gestured for her to straddle my 
lap. The chair sank into the soft earth a little, but quickly 
steadied. I looked at her invitingly, but she shook her head.

"I'll have my back to the house," she said quietly. "Then I won't 
be able to see." She grinned shamelessly. "I want to watch."

"Okay." I got up and turned the chair so our sides would be to 
the lighted scene.

"Thanks."

"No problem," I said as I sat.

She straddled my legs, pressing my erection into my stomach. It 
also pressed the base of my shaft into her pussy. She'd been 
telling the truth, she _was_ hot and wet. I ran my hands over her 
thighs as her lips sought mine.

I pulled back from the kiss and grinned at her roguishly. She 
looked anxious for a moment, but quickly relaxed when I bent to 
suckle one of her nipples. She hissed and arched her back, 
pressing the firm globe into my face. I tongued her nipple and it 
quickly hardened in my mouth. She held my head as I switched to 
the other breast and laved my tongue over the nipple.

I held her steady with a hand on each side of her ribcage and 
teased her nipple with my tongue. Above me, I felt her turn to 
watch the scene inside. As I continued licking and sucking her 
nipples, she began to hump against my erection.

She gripped my forearms when I moved my hands up and cupped the 
outer curves of her luscious breasts. I pushed them together 
slightly and kept teasing her, gently biting each nipple and then 
pulling back. She began to moan softly and I smiled to myself.

All of a sudden, I felt a little mercenary, so I pulled back from 
her breasts. It was a few days past a full moon, so I could see 
her nipples glistening with my saliva. I looked up at her and 
grinned.

"How long have you known?" I asked.

She tried to pull my lips back to her breast. When she discovered 
that my wrestling-trained neck was far stronger than her arms, 
she gave up and looked at me. "Known what?" she asked, breathless 
and a little agitated.

"About your parents."

She ground her pussy against my cock and tried to pull my face to 
her breast.

"Tell me."

"Oh, God," she breathed. "Do we have to talk about this now?"

I gripped her ass and pulled her against me, lifting as I did. 
When I set her back on my lap, her clit pressed against the base 
of my shaft and she groaned in pleasure.

"Oh, _yes_. Keep doing that," she whispered.

"Not until you tell me," I said. Pavlov would be proud.

"About a year. Now, _please?_" she begged, practically whining.

I grinned to myself again and lifted her. When I slid her down, 
my length caressed her clit and she cried out.

"Shhh," I breathed, chiding her.

She captured her lower lip with her teeth and nodded silently.

I lifted her again, her slippery pussy rubbing against the 
underside of my shaft. "And how long have you been spying on 
them?"

"Oh, keep doing that," she said, ignoring my question.

"Answer me."

She wordlessly protested and then tried to lift herself off my 
lap.

I held her down, but rocked my hips against her as I did. "How 
long?"

"Since I found out," she said. "After last summer."

Despite her mounting frustration, I could tell she was highly 
aroused. The wetness of her pussy alone would have told me that--
her heavy breathing and erratic movements merely confirmed it.

"Unnnnh," she moaned insistently.

I picked her up again and held her against my abdomen. When she 
squirmed, I let her down, making sure to hold her hips against 
me.

She gasped as the crown of my cock spread open her labia and 
brushed against her clit.

"Do you masturbate when you watch them?" I asked.

She knew I was only going to demand an answer before giving her 
what she wanted, so she nodded, her nostrils flared and her eyes 
clamped shut. Pavlov would be _very_ proud.

I rocked my hips and rubbed my erection against her superheated 
sex. I wanted to get her off, but not too soon. So I let her cool 
off a little and turned to look inside. Elizabeth had turned 
around and was straddling Dad's head. While he licked her, she 
was kissing Susan. Mom was on her knees in front of Chris and was 
sucking him, her head bobbing back and forth as she swallowed his 
length.

I looked at Gina for a moment, but she was staring raptly at the 
swingers. I reached behind her with my left hand and ran a finger 
along her gushing slit. She shuddered and humped against me 
automatically, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene 
on the other side of the glass doors.

I started teasing her with my left hand, running my fingers along 
her pussy and occasionally pushing a fingertip inside her. My arm 
wasn't long enough to let me reach her clit, but she seemed more 
than happy to rub it against my erection.

I teased her for a few more minutes and then turned my attention 
back to her nipples. I paused for a moment to admire her breasts. 
They were perfect: round, firm, and with just the right heft. And 
her nipples eagerly responded to my lips and tongue. While Gina 
watched the scene inside, I blissfully nuzzled her chest. As I 
did, she continued rocking her hips against me, working herself 
closer to her release.

After several minutes, she shuddered and pulled my head up. With 
her hands holding my face, her lips crushed against mine. Her 
tongue quickly invaded my mouth, sparring with my own. She kept 
rocking her hips against me, though, her clit rubbing against my 
dick. Finally, she pulled back and looked at me with wild eyes.

"I want to do it," she said, panting. "Now." She licked her lips. 
"I want to feel your dick inside me."

I wanted to. Oh, _how_ I wanted to. But I shook my head. "Not 
yet," I said.

As if she hadn't heard me, she tried to lift herself and reach 
between us, but I held her down.

I shook my head again. "Not here."

"Why not?" To punctuate her question, she humped against me.

"I want to, but not here."

She half-whined insistently, and ground against me again.

"Your first time should be special," I said. "You'll always 
remember it." She was much closer to orgasm than I was, but I had 
no idea why I was thinking so clearly. Perhaps it was the fact 
that I'd actually learned to take my time and enjoy myself--_as 
well as making sure my partner enjoyed herself,_ I thought wryly.

"I'll remember it," she said. "Having you inside me will be 
special enough."

"No." I was adamant.

"Paul, please." She had stopped rocking against my erection, and 
looked to be on the verge of tears.

I kissed her soundly and she responded against me. When we 
separated, I looked into her eyes. "I love you, and I want to 
make your first time special," I said. I looked around us and her 
gaze followed. "It shouldn't be perched on patio furniture, 
hiding out behind Susan's house, spying on our parents."

She nodded reluctantly. "When?"

"Tomorrow," I said.

"Where."

"I don't know yet. Let me work on that." Oddly enough, I knew 
just the woman to ask.

"I want you, Paul," she said, making a last ditch effort to sway 
me.

"And I want you." I kissed her gently. "You'll have me, all of 
me."

She grinned hopefully.

"But not here, not like this."

She made a moue, but I didn't give in. When she saw that I was 
resolved, she licked her lips and gave me a smoldering look. "If 
you won't have sex with me," she said, "can I at least suck your 
dick?"

"You'd do that for me?" I asked teasingly.

Without answering, she practically vaulted off my lap and knelt 
before me. A half-second later, my cock was in her mouth, her 
tongue caressing the underside of my glans. With her right hand, 
she gripped the base of my shaft to steady it as she licked up 
and down the sides. I scooted down in the chair to give her a 
better angle.

She put her arms on my thighs and started bobbing over my cock. 
When she tried to take me as deep as she could, she got a little 
more than half my length into her mouth. She did that several 
times, dragging her lips over my sensitive skin and sucking 
gently on the crown at the end of each stroke.

I closed my eyes and groaned as she pulled my saliva-slick cock 
from her mouth and bent to suck my balls. I spread my legs to 
accommodate her and she tenderly pulled one of my balls into her 
mouth. She bathed my scrotum for a minute or two and then 
returned her attention to my erection.

While she'd been humping against me, I'd gotten pretty worked up, 
and it wasn't long before I was thrusting my hips upward, trying 
to shove more of my cock into her mouth. She made little noises 
of delight as she eagerly swallowed my hard-on. In a few minutes, 
I felt my orgasm welling up.

When my balls snugged against my body, Gina quickened her pace. 
She could sense my impending climax, and she couldn't wait to 
taste me. I gripped the seat of the chair and tried not to groan 
out loud.

I ultimately lost the battle to remain silent. When I came, I 
threw my head back and moaned. Gina whimpered in pleasure as the 
first spurt blasted the back of her throat. Her lips locked 
around my shaft and she milked me with her hand, pumping my cream 
into her mouth. I clamped my eyes shut and spurted again, and 
again, and again.

When I finally opened my eyes, I saw spots. I was breathing hard, 
and a sheen of sweat covered my brow and upper lip. I finally 
regained enough self-control to look down my torso. Gina was 
rubbing my shiny cock against her nipples, coating them with a 
combination of her saliva and my come.

She smiled up at me when she felt me start to sit up. I pulled my 
hips back and scooted against the back of the chair. I gestured 
for her to climb onto my lap and she did. We languidly kissed for 
a few minutes, and I could taste myself on her lips.

When we broke the kiss, we both turned to look at the scene 
inside. Elizabeth was on her hands and knees, and my father was 
fucking her from behind. Her breasts were swinging with each of 
his thrusts. Behind them, Chris lay on the floor with Susan 
astride his hips and Mom hovering over his face. The two women 
were kissing and playing with each other's breasts.

"God," Gina said as she looked at her mom. "That is so hot."

I merely nodded.

"I can't wait until you're doing that to me." She looked at me 
hopefully.

I held my ground and didn't say anything.

"Why're you making me wait?" she asked plaintively.

I pulled her close and looked into her eyes. "Because I want our 
first time to be special," I said. "For both of us."

"Unnnnh."

"No whining," I said sternly. "Now stand up for a second."

She looked at me curiously but did as I asked.

I turned the chair to face the sliding glass door and then sat 
down. "Sit on my lap, facing the door," I said. "I want to play 
with your tits while I get you off."

Her eyes lit up and she turned. I safely tucked my semi-erect 
cock against my body as she settled onto my lap. She leaned back 
against me and I reached around to fondle her breasts. I teased 
her nipples back to full erection and she moaned quietly.

In Susan's bedroom, Elizabeth had rolled over and Dad was now 
between her legs, thrusting into her. Gina and I weren't close 
enough to see any real details, but I was pretty sure I could see 
Elizabeth's pussy spreading open to accommodate my dad's girth. 
Gina must have been looking at the same thing.

"Your dad's bigger than you are," she said matter-of-factly.

"Thanks for pointing that out," I said sarcastically.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean--"

"It's okay," I said quickly, cutting her off.

"I like yours better," she said. "It's just the right size for 
me." She turned and looked at me out of the corner of her eye. 
"Yours is the same size as my dad's," she said slyly.

I wasn't averse to looking at other guys' dicks, but I certainly 
didn't make a habit of it. I decided to take her word for it.

"I like your penis," she said.

"And he likes you."

"I'm serious." She turned to regard me again. "I like it 'cause 
it's straight, and thick. Kara says thick ones are the best. When 
it's hard, it's like steel, but the skin is so soft. And it's 
_just_ the right length. I know it'll fit me perfectly," she said 
with aplomb.

"Uh... Thanks, I guess."

"And best of all," she said, "I like the taste of your stuff. I 
mean, your semen. You shoot a lot when you come. I like that 
too."

"I aim to please." _What else could I say to that?_

"Mmmmm." She all but smacked her lips. "You do please me. Very 
much. If only you'd--"

"Tomorrow," I said firmly.

She pouted for a moment and then turned back to watch the scene 
inside.

For a few moments, I watched Elizabeth's breasts bounce as Dad 
fucked her. Susan and Mom had switched positions, but they were 
still playing with each other's breasts and occasionally kissing. 
I trailed my hand over Gina's stomach to the juncture of her 
thighs. She spread them for me as I dipped a finger into sparse, 
damp pubic hair.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," she said.

"Good." I moved the other hand up to tease her nipples.

She squirmed against me and sighed.

For several minutes, I leisurely played with her pussy, gently 
teasing the base of her clit and her inner labia. She was still 
quite wet from before, but I felt new moisture begin to coat my 
fingers. She leaned against me and simply enjoyed my attention 
and the scene inside.

"I hope I look like that when you and I have sex," she said 
quietly.

"Huh?"

"My mom," she said, pointing with her chin.

I looked over her shoulder.

Dad was still thrusting in and out of Elizabeth, but their pace 
was quicker and had a growing sense of urgency.

"Don't you think my mom's beautiful?" she asked. Without waiting 
for my answer, she continued. "That's what I'm going to look like 
when you're inside me."

"Mmm hmm."

"She's so beautiful."

"You're beautiful too," I whispered. My fingers delved into her 
and she arched her back. I pulled them out and started moving 
them in small circles around her exposed clit.

"Oh, yes," she hissed. "Right there."

"Mmm hmm."

Inside, Dad was hammering his cock into Elizabeth. Her legs were 
along his flanks and she looked like she was urging him on. Chris 
was fucking Mom from behind while Susan lay on her back 
underneath the two of them.

I started moving my fingers against the base of Gina's clit, 
teasing the little pearl and making her shudder. Her juices 
flowed freely, and I could feel them coating my fingers, making 
it more difficult to keep them on her clit.

Gina and I kept our attention focused on her mother and my 
father. Dad slammed into Elizabeth at a frantic pace, his thick 
cock spreading her open with each thrust.

When Gina began to tremble, I knew she was close. I moved my 
other hand from her breasts to her pussy and gently shoved my 
middle finger inside her. Her channel was well-lubricated, so I 
had no trouble slipping into her tight pussy. She cried out and 
began gyrating her hips.

At Elizabeth's urging, Dad pulled out and quickly straddled her 
chest. She lifted her head, wrapped her lips around his cock, 
then began pumping him. When Gina saw this, she quivered for a 
moment and then tensed up. As Dad pumped his semen into her mom's 
mouth, Gina came, her juices flooding over my intruding finger.

Gina's pussy spasmed and gripped at my finger as her orgasm 
washed over her. She arched her back for several seconds and then 
suddenly went limp. Her hands shot out and gripped my own, 
holding them still.

A few minutes later, Gina and I were still panting. Entranced, we 
watched as Mom quickly slid off Chris and turned around. Her 
breasts were pressed against Susan's as she captured Chris's cock 
with her lips. _His cock_ did _look like mine,_ I thought 
reflectively. Susan lifted her head and started licking his 
balls. He stroked himself a few times and then tensed up.

After he filled my mom's mouth with come, she pulled off him and 
kissed Susan deeply. I sat up suddenly, nearly dumping Gina onto 
the ground. I knew what they were doing! They were sharing his 
come, just like they'd shared mine.

My cock was instantly erect. When she felt it, Gina immediately 
forgave me for almost bucking her off my lap. She slipped to the 
ground and turned at the same time. Inside, our parents and Susan 
were beginning to relax after their orgasms. Gina slurped my cock 
into her mouth, but I quickly pulled her off.

"We can't," I whispered.

She moaned in rebellion.

"Gina, look." I pointed into the house. "We've got to get out of 
here."

She reluctantly agreed.

We got up and I stealthily returned the chair to its original 
spot.

"C'mon," I said. "We can shower at my cabin."

My erection hadn't flagged a bit, and she stared at it hungrily. 
"Can I suck you in the shower?"

I smiled and nodded.

She just about dragged me up the hill.

-----

I took Gina back to her cabin a little before ten o'clock. Kara 
was there, and smiled when she saw Gina's damp hair and our sated 
smiles. The younger girls were cleaning up from where they'd had 
an impromptu Coke and popcorn party.

I led Gina back onto the porch--out of sight of the younger 
girls--and kissed her goodnight. I told her I loved her, and she 
melted into my arms.

"I love you too," she said, when she pulled back.

Just then, Erin, Trish, and Jill came bounding out of the cabin. 
They laughed and teased us a little, but Gina and I simply 
ignored them. I kissed her gently and then we separated.

"Tomorrow," she whispered. "You promised."

I nodded and then turned to go.

Erin's curfew was normally ten o'clock, so she walked down to our 
cabin with me. I wasn't really tired, so I just lay in the top 
bunk and let my thoughts run free. Erin chattered for a while and 
I honestly tried to pay attention, but she quickly realized that 
I wasn't listening to her.

"I'm happy you and Gina are back together," she said suddenly.

"Huh?"

"I said, 'I'm happy--'"

"Sorry, Er. I heard what you said. I just wasn't paying 
attention."

"No kidding."

"Why're _you_ happy we're back together?"

"'Cause," she said. "You two are happy when you're together."

"Yeah," I said dreamily.

"See what I mean?"

I grinned to myself. "Yeah, I guess so."

"You're a great guy," she said. "Gina's lucky you still wanna 
talk to her."

"What?"

"I was ready to kill her, the way she treated you."

"Oh."

"I mean it," she said. "Leah was pretty fed up with her, too."

"Imagine how I felt."

"Uh huh."

"But that's all in the past now," I said.

"So you two are doing it now?"

"Erin!"

"Well. I mean, if you're not--"

"Erin, _please_."

"What's the matter?" she asked, sounding wounded.

I knew it was mostly an act.

"I just mentioned it 'cause Leah, Trish, and Jill think you're a 
complete hunk."

I was stunned speechless.

"They think I'm so lucky to live with you."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Uh-uh. Trish and Jill would do you in a flash. I think Leah 
would too, but she just won't admit it."

"Erin! You all are like, what, thirteen?"

"Trish and Jill are fourteen," she said. "And I'll be fourteen in 
December."

"So?!"

"So, we know stuff."

I rolled over and stuck my head over the edge of the bed.

Erin looked up, surprised to see me. She jerked her hand from 
under the sheet and blushed.

_Had she just been...?!_ I put the thought out of my mind and 
stared at her ominously. "What kind of stuff?" I asked.

"Stuff."

"Erin..."

"You don't have to get angry," she said.

She was right. I closed my eyes for a moment and reigned in my 
temper. I took a deep breath and then opened my eyes. "You're 
right, Erin. I'm sorry."

"Oh." She was clearly surprised that I'd agreed with her.

"It's just that you're my sister, and I'm supposed to watch out 
for you. Okay?"

She nodded.

"And if Trish, Jill, and Leah like me, that's cool."

"They think you're cuter than Shaun Cassidy," she said earnestly.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm serious."

I composed myself. "I know, Er. I'm sorry."

"Okay," she said, clearly not knowing what to make of my 
tractability.

I opened my mouth to speak, but shut it when we heard Mom and Dad 
walking up the cabin steps. The door opened and Mom walked in 
first. When Dad walked in, he looked at his watch and then up at 
me. He smiled and nodded approvingly when I met his gaze. I don't 
know why, but my chest swelled with pride at his approval. I 
mean, I was being punished, right? Why was I proud to be home 
early? Go figure.

As my parents moved about the cabin, preparing for bed, I 
scrutinized them. If I hadn't known what they'd been doing 
earlier, would I have been able to tell? They acted like nothing 
had happened. Mom kissed Erin and then stood on tiptoe to kiss 
me. As I kissed her cheek, I inhaled. The only thing I smelled 
was baby powder.

They must have showered at Susan's house. _Another reason Susan 
had such a large shower,_ I mused. I surreptitiously watched them 
like a hawk, but detected no tell tale signs of their earlier 
activities. Perhaps they smiled at each other more, or maybe they 
touched each other more, but I couldn't tell.

You know that feeling you get when you've known something all 
along, but it's taken a monumental event to put it all together? 
I felt like that--stunned, curious, excited, flabbergasted, and a 
little embarrassed. I had a million questions running through my 
head, but not all of them were for Susan. I vowed that I'd talk 
to Mom as well. I didn't know what kind of answers I'd get, but I 
wouldn't _ever_ know if I didn't ask the questions.

I also had a day to plan, even though I had no idea where Gina 
and I could go for some privacy. I wanted to take more than an 
hour, or even more than a couple of hours, but I didn't want to 
hike to the quarry. I vividly remembered how tired and sore Jenny 
had been after her first time, and I didn't want that for Gina.

I lay on my back and laced my fingers behind my head. For a 
while, I simply stared at the ceiling and marveled at the wonder 
of it all. After a while, I fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.

-----

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