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Author: Nick Scipio
Title: Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
Part: Chapter 20
Universe: Summer Camp
Summary: Coming-of-age story about a teenager whose family spends 
their summer vacations at a nudist camp.
Keywords: mf, mFf, Ff, teen, oral, inc
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Summer Camp - Book 2: Gina
by Nick Scipio

CHAPTER TWENTY

The next morning, Gina practically bounced down the hill while I 
was still doing my morning workout.

"She said yes, she said yes!" she gushed before I'd even stopped 
jumping rope.

The night before, she had planned to talk to Kara after I dropped 
her off at her cabin. We'd decided to do it that way, since it 
was nearly ten o'clock by the time we dragged ourselves up the 
hill from the lake. And I do mean dragged. When we left the 
clearing on the nature walk, we were both exhausted.

"Cool," I said, trying to appear nonplussed.

Then she grew serious. "But she said we can't do it today."

"Oh?"

She shook her head. "We had a long talk about it, last night. She 
really wants to, but she said we should wait a day, just to make 
sure nobody gets cold feet or anything."

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

"I'm not gonna get cold feet. I just know it."

_That's good,_ I thought, _because the idea of having sex with 
Gina and her sister was _really_ turning me on._ But I didn't 
think it would be a good idea to show too much enthusiasm, so I 
merely smiled and coiled my jump rope.

"I wish I could come take a shower with you," she said suddenly.

I chuckled. "I don't think my parents are ready for that just 
yet."

"Yeah, I don't think my mom would let us shower at our cabin 
either."

Just then, Mom and Dad walked onto the porch together.

"Good morning, Gina," Mom said cheerfully.

"Good morning, Beth. Good morning, David," Gina said.

"Mornin', Gina," my dad said, equally cheerfully.

_Why are they in such a good mood?_ I wondered. I shrugged it 
off. There could be any number of reasons, but I was pretty sure 
I knew which one it was. I smiled to myself and put the rope with 
my weights. "Is Erin in the shower?" I asked.

Mom shook her head. "She's brushing her hair. It's all yours."

I nodded.

"Breakfast in thirty minutes," she said.

"Okay, Mom. We'll be down."

No sooner had my parents started down the hill than Erin burst 
from the cabin. She waved hello to us and then ran up the hill 
toward Gina's cabin. Gina and I grinned at each other when we 
heard her yell out to Leah.

"It looks like your cabin's suddenly deserted," Gina said with a 
smirk. "And the shower is free."

"It looks that way," I said.

"Do you want some company?"

"Of course!"

I got the water adjusted while Gina pinned up her hair. She 
didn't want to get it wet, because then her mother would know 
she'd showered with me. At this point, our parents obviously knew 
we were having sex, but our unspoken agreement was to be discreet 
about it. While I stood with my back to the showerhead--blocking 
the water from dousing Gina--she lathered a washcloth and 
lovingly washed me.

"I really like how much you've changed," she said as she washed 
my chest. "You looked good before, but now you're... um... harder."

I flexed my pecs and she jumped in surprise.

"Wow, cool." She looked into my eyes and grinned. "I like how I 
can see your muscles." She traced the lines under my pecs with 
her fingers. Then she moved them down my right side.

I lifted my arms slightly, clenched my fists, and flared my lats. 
I'd seen body builders do it, and I'd practiced in the mirror 
until I could imitate them. My pecs filled out, and I could feel 
my traps contracting at the same time.

When my chest puffed up again, she jumped in surprise. "I didn't 
even know there were muscles there," she said, gently feeling 
along my side.

I relaxed and nodded. "When I started wrestling, I discovered 
muscles I never knew I had."

She grinned. "But it's not fair," she said with an affected pout.

"What?"

"When my body changed," she said, posing for effect, "I was all 
worried and insecure."

"And?"

"And when your body changed, you became more confident or 
something."

I shook my head. "Not really," I said. "It's taken me a while to 
realize how much I've changed. I mean, I'm not the pudgy kid I 
used to be."

"You were never pudgy," she said quickly. "You were just... 
softer."

"Softer, pudgy, whatever. The point is, I've changed, but it was 
so gradual that I didn't really notice it."

She nodded. "Even if I didn't already love you, I'd be drooling 
over you. You're seriously sexy. Speaking of which..."

When she reached for my flaccid penis, I easily fended her off. 
"Oh, no. Not this morning."

She pouted. "Why not?"

"First," I said, as I quickly rinsed and then started to wash 
her, "we don't have time. We need to get down to breakfast before 
one of our parents comes looking for us."

She reluctantly nodded.

"Second, I'm a little worn out from last night."

"I'm not."

"That's beside the point. I _am_. It's not a marathon, we don't 
have to have as much sex as we can, all the time." I gently 
washed her breasts and stomach, then moved down over her thighs.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

"I _know_ I'm right. Sometimes it's nice to take your time and 
let the tension build."

She nodded, then turned for me to wash her arms, back, and butt.

"And third," I said, pulling her under the water to rinse, "we 
don't have to have sex for me to know you love me. You can just 
say it, or look at me and touch my hand, and I'll know."

She nodded, suitably chastised.

I shut off the water and she reached for the towels. We had about 
ten minutes before breakfast would be on the table. She simply 
wrapped the towel around her torso and tucked the loose end 
between her breasts.

I wanted to show off a little, so I decided to shave. I felt so 
grown up as she leaned against the door and silently watched me 
lather my face and then scrape off the half-dozen hairs that had 
sprouted since the last time I shaved. There were more than six 
hairs, of course, but not _many_ more.

Afterward, we hung up our towels and walked down to the clubhouse 
hand in hand. My father had decided to fix banana pancakes, so 
our families ate together. Gina sat on one side of me and Kara 
sat on the other. Kara grinned as soon as she saw me, and there 
was a weird, almost electric feeling between the three of us.

I didn't think there'd be _any_ cold feet amongst the three of 
us. No sir, no cold feet here!

-----

"Where do you think we can... um... get together?" Gina asked after 
breakfast.

Kara was with her, but the rest of our families were already 
heading down the hill.

"I dunno," I said with a shrug. In my mind, I went through the 
list of sites I'd considered for The Big Day. (I'd started 
mentally referring to the previous Friday's picnic with Gina as 
The Big Day.)

The girls could see I was actively thinking about it, so they 
remained quiet.

"I think I've got an idea," I said, "but I wanna ask Susan about 
it."

Kara grinned wryly.

"What?" I asked.

"You never call her 'Aunt' Susan anymore," she said.

I blushed. "No, I guess I don't. I don't really remember when I 
stopped, either."

"I bet I know when you did," Kara said.

"I bet you don't," I countered, thinking there was _no_ way Susan 
had shared details _that_ intimate with Elizabeth, no matter how 
close they were.

"Last summer, silly," Gina said.

"Oh," I said, blushing. "Yeah, probably." I cleared my throat and 
tried to regain my composure. "But I'll ask Susan about someplace 
for us to... um..."

"Someplace for the Coulter sisters to suck you dry?" Kara asked.

I groaned inwardly and stared at her. "You're as bad as she is," 
I said accusingly, pointing a finger at Gina.

Kara shook her head. "Not really." Then she grinned 
mischievously. "I'm worse. And I'm far, _far_ hornier than she 
is. Especially since it's been a month since I've had sex with a 
guy."

When she playfully reached for my penis, I leapt back, 
frantically looking around to see if anyone had seen us. "You 
said we'd do it tomorrow." I looked to Gina for a reprieve, but 
she grinned mischievously and seemed to be having as much fun as 
Kara.

"I'm rethinking my suggestion," Kara said.

"Whoa, stop," I said. "I'm going to go talk to Susan. I'll meet 
you two at the lake."

I turned on my heels and almost bolted from the clubhouse. Behind 
me, the two of them giggled like schoolgirls.

-----

"I'll do you one better," Susan said when I asked her about using 
Mr. Kestrel's house. She hadn't seemed surprised when I told her 
what we wanted to use the house for.

"Oh?"

She smiled ironically. "I'll pay you."

"Huh?" She'd pay me?! She'd pay me to have sex with Gina and 
Kara?!

"I need someone to clean Uncle Bernie's house. I don't yet know 
what I'm going to do with it, but it needs a good cleaning."

I explosively let out my held breath.

She grinned unapologetically.

Judging by her smirk, I could tell she knew what I'd been 
thinking. _She was teasing me,_ I thought.

She nodded, as if reading my mind. "I'll pay you each ten dollars 
to clean the house, and after you're done, you can use the place 
for whatever you want, for the rest of the afternoon."

"You don't have to pay us," I said. "We'll clean it for free. I 
mean, it's the least we can do, since you're letting us use it."

"Are you sure?" she asked skeptically.

I nodded. "Yeah. It wouldn't feel right to actually take money 
for something I'd normally do for free."

"But what about the girls?"

I considered that for a moment. "I think they'd say the same 
thing. I don't know as much about Kara as I do about Gina, but 
knowing what I do about their mom, I think they'd say the same 
thing."

"I think you're right," she said. Then she leaned toward me. "I 
didn't think you'd take the money, but I thought I'd offer."

"So it was a test?"

"Not really. I was being polite. But if it were a test, you'd've 
passed with flying colors."

"Thanks."

"One thing I want you to understand, though," she said seriously.

I nodded soberly.

"I don't want you to think you can use Uncle Bernie's house 
anytime you want to get together with a girl."

I quickly shook my head.

"This is obviously a special occasion. Otherwise, you're a 
resourceful young man, and there are literally thousands of acres 
for you to explore and, ahem, take advantage of."

I felt like saying "yes, ma'am."

"I need his house cleaned, and you're three willing cleaners." 
She smiled at me and her eyes twinkled smugly. "You're willing 
cleaners _with_ an agenda, but I know you'll do a good job."

"We will."

She nodded. "I know you will." Then she turned businesslike. "You 
should go up there today and turn down the thermostat, so the air 
conditioner cools the house."

"Yeah, good idea."

She smiled indulgently. "You should also clean and fill the ice 
trays, and make sure you turn up the temperature on the water 
heater."

"The water heater? What do we need that for?"

"Well, you'll need hot water to clean, and..." Her eyes twinkled. 
"And the house _does_ have a rather large shower in the master 
bath."

"Oh," I said suddenly. "_Oh!_"

"Mmm hmm."

"What should I set it to?" I asked eagerly.

"Oh, 140 degrees should be fine. Bernie's house has well water, 
and it tends to be colder."

I nodded. "Thanks for the advice."

"You're welcome." When I started to get up, she put a hand on my 
arm. "Paul?"

"Yeah?"

She paused for a moment and looked at me seriously.

I thought I detected a shadow of longing pass over her 
expression.

"When you and Gina have a better understanding of your 
relationship," she asked, "could you...?"

"Could I stop by and see you sometime?" I asked, finishing her 
thought.

She nodded. "I... I miss you. I didn't think I'd miss you this 
much," she said frankly, "but I do."

"Do you want it to be just me? Or me and Gina?"

"Whichever you're both comfortable with," she said.

I raised my arm and gestured for her to come closer. When she 
looked into my eyes and saw that I was serious, she moved toward 
me. I put my arm around her and she gratefully hugged me. It felt 
good to have her body next to mine, even though my promise to 
Gina meant that nothing else would happen.

_Hugs certainly don't need approval,_ I thought.

"Sometimes," she said softly, "I just miss the human contact."

I nodded silently.

"With the boys gone, I don't get many hugs."

"What about with mom and dad? Or the Coulters?" I asked.

She shrugged. "It's different." She idly rubbed her hand across 
my chest and then rested it on my thigh. "I don't know why, but I 
think I miss this more than I miss the sex."

"I'm free for hugs anytime," I said, trying to keep the mood from 
turning maudlin.

She squeezed me. "Thanks."

"And I'll talk to Gina. I think she'd be comfortable with us, the 
three of us, but I'll ask her." I thought about what I'd just 
said and then snorted softly. "This is weird."

"What?"

"I just never thought I'd be having a semi-casual conversation 
about having sex with two women."

"Well," she said playfully, "you _are_ a man in demand."

I laughed. "Something like that." I squeezed her shoulder and she 
sighed contentedly. It felt good to hold her, and I know she 
enjoyed it.

We sat like that for ten or fifteen minutes, neither of us 
feeling the particular need to speak. With a soft laugh, I 
thought about how much my life had changed in little more than a 
year.

-----

Before lunch, I told Gina and Kara about the plans for Mr. 
Kestrel's house. Gina was a little disappointed that we had to 
clean the place first, but Kara pointed out that with the three 
of us, it shouldn't take long.

I also told Mom about our plans. (Well, I told her about our 
plans to help Susan by cleaning Mr. Kestrel's house. I didn't 
mention anything else, and she didn't ask.) Dad had to leave for 
a trip the next day, so he and Mom would have to drive to 
Columbia. She said she'd get Elizabeth to keep an eye on Erin.

Jenny seemed to have retracted her claws somewhat, so she and 
Manfred joined Gina, Kendall, Kara, and me as we lounged in the 
hot sun. The day was once again sweltering--and oppressively 
humid--so we periodically jumped into the lake to cool off. Jenny 
treated Kendall diffidently, but wasn't outright rude. Kendall 
bore it in stride, but she and Gina shared several meaningful 
looks.

After lunch, we more or less returned to our lounge chairs. When 
all the girls got up to take a swim, Manfred got up to go with 
them. As they turned away, I motioned for him to stay. He looked 
at me curiously, but hung back when the girls dived into the 
water.

"What's up, Little Man?" he asked.

"Sit down for a sec, Manfred," I said, beginning with a line my 
father used on me all the time.

"Sure."

"Listen," I said. "Kendall's a nice girl."

"I'll say!"

"I'm serious, Manfred."

He looked into my eyes and saw exactly _how_ serious I was. 
"Sorry, man," he said.

"Yeah, no problem. She's a nice girl, though. She's a regular 
girl, just like Gina and Jenny."

"Only she's built like a goddess," he said.

"Only she's built like a goddess," I agreed. "But Gina and Jenny 
are really pretty too."

He nodded.

"Anyway, Kendall's a regular girl, with regular feelings. She may 
be built like a goddess, but that doesn't mean she doesn't notice 
when you act like an idiot arou--"

"I do _not_ act like an idiot around her!" he squawked.

I leveled my eyes at him and didn't say anything, another trick 
I'd picked up from Dad.

"Okay," he said guiltily, "maybe I was a _little_ dorky."

"Yeah, you were. But I understand."

"Cool," he said.

I wanted to appeal to him to change his behavior for Kendall's 
sake, but a better idea occurred to me. I stared at him, my 
expression grave. "Jenny, however," I said heavily, "isn't so 
understanding."

"What d'you mean?"

"Don't you pay attention to your girlfriend?" I asked, trying to 
keep my exasperation in check.

"Huh?"

"You think Jenny doesn't notice it when you get all googly-eyed 
whenever Kendall's around?"

"No," he said stubbornly.

"Think again, Stick," I said, using his nickname to take some of 
the edge off what I was saying. "She notices, and it pisses her 
off."

"So?"

"Manfred," I said, pausing for effect. "D'you _really_ think it 
doesn't matter that she notices you staring at Kendall?" I asked 
reasonably. "D'you _really_ think it doesn't matter that she gets 
pissed off?"

"So? Dude, it's not like I'm putting the moves on Kendall."

"Manfred, you know how you worry about why Jenny likes you?" I 
asked sharply.

He looked at me like I'd smacked him in the forehead.

"You know how you constantly panic when you think she might not 
really like you? Or when you think about what would happen if she 
started liking someone else?"

His jaw dropped.

 From his expression, I could tell he'd had _just_ those thoughts. 
And I could tell it shocked him that I knew it, because we'd 
certainly never talked about it.

He simply stared at me, too stunned to speak.

"Jenny thinks the same thing, man," I said gently. "She worries 
about losing you, and it probably scares her when she sees you 
looking at Kendall the way you do." _Not to mention how it makes 
_Kendall_ feel when Jenny glowers at her,_ I thought. "Scared 
girlfriends tend to become angry girlfriends." I waited to let 
that sink in. "And angry girlfriends don't want to have sex with 
their boyfriends." _That_ got his attention.

"How do you _know_ all this?" he asked, finally finding his 
voice.

"I just do. Trust me."

He nodded mutely, still dumbfounded.

"So when you're around Kendall and you turn into mega-dork," I 
said, borrowing a phrase from Gina, "Jenny notices. She may not 
_look_ like she's scared, but she probably is. And when she looks 
like she's angry, she's definitely angry. An angry girlfriend 
seriously impairs your love life, man. You know?"

He closed his mouth and nodded.

"Besides," I said with a wry grin, "Kendall's not interested in 
you, so give it up, Stick."

He looked up sharply and then realized I was joking. "How do 
_you_ know, dude?" he asked defensively, trying to salvage some 
of his dignity with a humorous challenge.

"Because," I said impishly, "she's got the hots for _me_." With 
an insouciant grin, I stood. "Now," I said, "let's join the 
girls. It'll give us a chance to show our girlfriends how 
important they are."

He seemed a little confused, but followed my lead when I headed 
for the lake.

I don't know why, but I felt a minor sense of accomplishment when 
Manfred was _very_ attentive to Jenny for the rest of the 
afternoon, even when Kendall was around. For her part, Jenny 
noticed and appreciated the attention. Since she was still on her 
period, I knew she and Manfred weren't going to have much of an 
opportunity to do anything, but I caught them looking longingly 
at each other several times. When they finally decided to "go for 
a walk" about mid-afternoon, Manfred smiled gratefully at me. I 
surreptitiously made a shooing motion with my hand and smiled at 
him.

"What was _that_ about?" Gina asked when they'd gone.

"Oh," I said evasively, "I gave Manfred some advice, and he 
seemed to take it to heart."

"Thanks," Kendall said gratefully.

"For what?" I asked. I guess I was still trying to downplay 
things.

"For telling him to pay attention to Jenny instead of me," she 
said.

Gina looked at me sharply. When I didn't deny it, she smiled 
warmly.

"Well," I said. "I told him you weren't interested in him. 
Instead, I told him..."

Kendall arched an eyebrow.

I grinned. "I told him you were after me." I almost laughed at 
the expression of horror which crossed her face.

She frantically looked at Gina, studying her for any sign of 
shock or outrage.

I silently prayed that Gina would use the opportunity to reassure 
Kendall. When I looked at Gina, she was still smiling, and she 
even winked at Kendall before she turned her gaze to me. When she 
shook her head in amazement at my brazen statement, I smiled 
gratefully.

Then I folded my arms in front of me, lay my head on them, and 
closed my eyes. When I opened them a little later, I looked at 
Kendall. She had her eyes closed, but her lips quirked up in a 
smile.

_I'm such a lucky guy,_ I thought to myself.

-----

After lunch, Gina and I walked to Mr. Kestrel's house to prepare 
it for the following day. Susan had given me the keys to the 
house, and I tossed them as we walked. I guess that's one of the 
few downsides of being a nudist--no pockets to carry things in.

When we opened the kitchen door, a blast of hot air washed over 
us. I knew where the thermostat in Susan's house was--in the 
hallway leading to her bedroom--so I immediately headed toward 
where it should be in Mr. Kestrel's mirror-image house. By now, 
Susan's house had become so familiar that I was struck by how 
eerie it was to walk through a house where everything felt 
backward.

Nevertheless, I turned the thermostat down to a cool seventy-two 
degrees and then went to find the water heater. We heard the air 
conditioner start as we walked into the hall bathroom. The 
laundry closet held the large water tank off to one side, and I 
studied it, looking for the thermostat. When I located the dial, 
I turned it to the temperature Susan recommended and then shut 
the bi-fold doors.

"How do you know to do all this stuff?" Gina asked.

"Susan told me."

"Oh."

I thought about bringing up the subject of Gina and me joining 
Susan, but decided to let it wait until a better time. If Gina 
wasn't able to handle seeing me with another girl, she certainly 
wouldn't want me to have sex with Susan. And I didn't want Gina 
to feel bad about "denying" me something I wanted. If she 
couldn't handle it, I'd deal with it at the time. I figured there 
was no sense making trouble for myself, so I let the question 
remain unasked.

In the kitchen, Gina and I filled the ice cube trays with water 
and put them in the freezer. It was pretty warm, so I turned its 
thermostat down as well. Then we took a quick tour of the mostly 
empty house. After we'd moved out all the furniture and boxes, 
there was still some left over stuff. It was mostly empty boxes, 
loose papers, and broken bits of Mr. Kestrel's life. In a way, it 
was kind of sad to see all the stuff just lying there.

Aside from picking up the detritus left over from the move, the 
house really just needed a good scrubbing, dusting, and 
vacuuming. Gina didn't think it would take us more than two hours 
to get everything done. I didn't know a thing about 
housecleaning, so I trusted her judgment.

Even though the air conditioner was running, it was still hotter 
inside than it was outside, so we made sure all the windows were 
shut and then locked the kitchen door as we left. Before we 
passed the waist-high courtyard wall, Gina turned and grinned 
coquettishly. Her eyes flicked to the courtyard shower and she 
arched an eyebrow.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Oh," she mused. "I was just thinking..."

"Mmm hmm?"

"Since we didn't get a chance to fool around in the shower this 
morning...," she said, leaving the rest hanging.

"You were thinking we could fool around in the shower here?"

"I'm so glad you asked," she said, gushing effusively.

It was all an act, but I grinned anyway. I set the house keys on 
top of the low wall and pulled her toward me. In the heat of the 
house, we'd both gotten a little sweaty, but she still felt 
wonderful against me. In the heat and humidity of the sultry 
afternoon, a cold shower would feel really nice. A cold shower 
with Gina would feel even better.

As I turned on the water, she sank to her knees and took me into 
her mouth. The cold of the water was shocking, but I paid it 
little attention. After she sucked me to hardness, I stood her up 
and had her bend over in front of me. Her breasts swayed as I 
pounded into her, and with a loud groan, I filled her with come. 
My erection didn't shrink, so I fucked her slowly while I played 
with her clit. She tensed up soon after, and I felt her pussy 
grip me as her orgasm peaked. By the time we turned off the 
water, our skin was shriveled but we were both sated.

-----

When we got back to camp, Gina talked to her parents about 
cleaning Mr. Kestrel's house. They thought it was very nice of us 
to offer to do the work. Of course, we didn't tell them about our 
other plans for the coming afternoon.

We also found out about movie night. Bill (the older guy with the 
movie projector) had brought several movies with him, and would 
be showing two of them on Friday night. He had a kids' movie and 
an adult movie.

Since my dad was leaving the next day, my parents and Gina's 
parents were having a little party at Susan's house, with Dwight 
and Karen Delozier, and Stan and Terri Dunbar. Kara had promised 
to keep an eye on Leah and Erin, so Gina and I would basically 
have the night to ourselves--with Kendall, of course.

After we said goodbye to her parents, we walked down the hill to 
my cabin. To our surprise, we found our younger sisters. They 
were sitting on the couch, sullenly fuming.

"What's the matter with you two?" I asked, looking over the 
morose faces of the two girls.

"Boys," Erin said curtly.

Gina and I shared a concerned look and sat down in the easy 
chairs across from the couch.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, suddenly fearing the worst about 
Drew.

Through a little cajoling, Gina and I dragged the story out of 
them. Trish and Jill, being fourteen, had basically monopolized 
Drew's attentions, to the exclusion of the younger girls. Of 
course, Erin and Leah didn't think it was fair that he paid so 
much attention to the older girls. Especially when Jill got a 
little high and mighty about how he liked her and Trish, and not 
the younger girls.

"It's not fair," Leah said. "Just because Trish has boobs and she 
lets him play with them." For a moment, she seemed to forget I 
was sitting there. "I mean, so they're bigger than ours?" She 
looked at Erin. "So what?"

"And did you see the way Jill spread her legs any time he was 
looking at her?" Erin asked Leah, equally surly.

"Yeah." Then she looked at me challengingly. "What _is_ it about 
boys and boobs?" she asked. "Why can't they like small ones too?"

I looked at Gina uncertainly.

She put her hand on mine, grinned cautiously, and nodded.

"Well," I said slowly, "some guys _do_ like small boobs."

"Not any boys I know," Leah said.

"You'll get yours," Gina said soothingly.

"Yeah, right," Leah said.

Erin nodded dejectedly.

"Do you remember when I got mine?" Gina asked.

"No."

Gina looked at me and grinned shyly. Then she turned to her 
sister. "I was fourteen before they started growing."

"But how do I know _I'll_ get 'em too?" Leah asked. "I mean, just 
because you and Kara got yours."

"Yeah," Erin chimed in. "I don't even _have_ a sister to compare 
mine to."

"Well," Gina said to Erin, "yours will look like your mom's."

Erin's eyes lit up at that.

Gina turned to Leah. "And yours will look like Mom's, Kara's, and 
mine."

"How do you know?" Leah whined.

"Think about it, Leah. We all look the same, more or less. Do you 
really think you're not gonna develop?"

Leah huffed.

"You'll get yours," Erin said reassuringly.

"Besides," I added, "you don't want any guy who likes you only 
for your boobs."

Gina nodded.

I thought back to something Erin had told me, and decided to 
stroke Leah's ego a little. "I think you're cute just the way you 
are," I said.

"You do?" Leah asked suddenly.

"Yep. Even when Gina was your age, I thought she was beautiful. 
She's even more beautiful now."

"Because she's got boobs," Leah said.

I shook my head. "Yours are..." I swallowed hard. "Yours are fine. 
They're really cute." It felt completely weird talking about my 
girlfriend's younger sister's breasts, but Leah seemed to need 
the reassurance. Besides, her breasts _were_ cute, in a thirteen-
year-old sort of way.

"What about mine?" Erin asked.

I cleared my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gina 
grinning at the predicament I'd gotten myself into. "Um... yours 
are nice too." I couldn't believe I'd just complimented my little 
sister on her breasts!

"You really like 'em?" Leah asked suddenly, sticking her chest 
out slightly.

Gina was trying not to laugh at my discomfort.

Erin saw what Leah was doing and stuck _her_ chest out as well.

I cleared my throat again, wishing my mouth hadn't gone suddenly 
dry. "Yeah, I think they're very cute. Yours too, Er."

The younger girls beamed.

"Are they as nice as Gina's?" Leah asked slyly.

"Oh, no," Gina said to Leah. "Not so fast. You know the rules. 
They're the same for you as they are for me and Kara."

Leah's face sank. "Yeah," she said contritely. "Sorry."

Gina squeezed my hand. "It's okay," she said to her sister.

"Listen," I said. "Any guy who doesn't think you two are 
beautiful is crazy. You're both really cute girls."

"Thanks, Paul," Leah said.

Erin's eyes merely glittered as she smiled gratefully.

"So forget about Drew," Gina said. "If he doesn't know a good 
thing when he sees it, you don't need him anyway."

Leah looked at Erin and they both shrugged.

Gina and I got up to leave after that. As soon as we were down 
the stairs, the girls resumed talking about Drew, Jill, and 
Trish. They were _not_ being very charitable.

"Were you like that when you were her age?" I asked Gina, still 
reeling over the weirdness of the conversation.

She nodded.

"I can't believe I just had a conversation with your sister and 
_my_ sister about 'how good their boobs look.'" I made a 
strangled expression and Gina laughed.

"Why not?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I dunno. It just seemed weird."

"You did the right thing," she said. "When I was her age, I'd've 
given _anything_ to have a cute guy notice me."

"Really?"

She nodded. "I was so afraid I'd never develop, that I'd never be 
pretty like Kara and my mom."

"Girls really worry about stuff like that?"

"Sure," she said candidly.

"Why?"

She looked at me sidelong. "What's the _first_ thing you noticed 
about me, last year?"

I blushed.

"Uh-huh," she said slowly. "Boobs're about the first thing guys 
notice."

"Did you ever want me to notice you?" I asked tentatively.

She stopped walking and turned to me. Then she took my hands in 
her own and gazed at me earnestly. "Until last summer, I thought 
you were just like Manfred. You were my friend, but I never 
looked at you in _that way_."

"Oh," I said, a little dejected.

"But then you changed. I didn't know what it was at the time, but 
you suddenly got a lot more interesting."

I nodded.

"It was like you started taking 'sexy vitamins' or something."

"Sexy vitamins?" I asked, smiling nervously.

"Yeah. I can't explain it. But I suddenly noticed you, and you 
were different. You were... I dunno... you were cooler. You didn't 
talk all the time whenever you were around me. And when you 
looked at me, God, sometimes I'd feel like I was gonna melt." She 
grinned and rolled her eyes. Then she shrugged. "I dunno, you 
just got really sexy all of a sudden."

"Oh."

She grinned shyly. "Did you really think I was beautiful? Even 
before I got my breasts?"

I nodded quickly. "I think I've had a crush on you since the 
first day we met."

She suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed me full on the lips. "You 
say the sweetest things," she said when she pulled back.

-----

The rest of the afternoon was mostly uneventful. Once I realized 
what was going on, I paid more attention to Drew, Trish, and 
Jill. I also noticed that Jessica Jordan was wearing a pair of 
bikini bottoms. I figured that Jill probably wasn't far from her 
period either, so Drew might just be out of luck. Trish and Jill 
flirted with him outrageously, though I saw flashes of anger from 
Jill a couple of times. She covered them quickly, but they were 
still there. Like Jenny a few days before, Jill was apparently 
testy before her period started.

Erin and Leah didn't come down from our cabin, however. I guess 
they needed to sulk a little more. A while later, Kara stood, 
saying she was going to her family's cabin to get a new book. 
Gina talked to her before she went, and Kara quietly promised to 
check on the younger girls.

After dinner, Gina, Kendall, and I walked down to the lake. I 
swam out to the raft and pushed it toward the shore. Even with 
dusk approaching, it was still hot and humid, so the girls 
decided to swim out to the raft. I was blithely kicking along, 
pushing the raft ahead of me, when I felt it rock. In a moment, 
the girls poked their heads over the edge and grinned at me. I 
hoisted myself out of the water and stood over them, dripping.

The three of us sat in a small circle and talked for a while. I 
wasn't surprised at how much Kendall had managed to pick up about 
the unfolding drama involving her brother. She did laugh ruefully 
about how little of her book she'd managed to read. With all the 
goings on, she paid more attention to people than to what she'd 
been reading.

We talked until almost ten o'clock--it was the final night of my 
early curfew--and then walked up the hill. They wanted to talk 
some more, so I kissed Gina goodnight, hugged Kendall, and left 
them on the Coulters' porch. I didn't want to go, but it was the 
last night I'd have to come home early. I didn't want to screw 
things up by coming home late.

I passed Leah on the way down the hill. I said hello to her, but 
she merely giggled and ran toward her cabin. Erin was also in a 
better mood when I walked into the cabin, but she didn't say 
anything to me. I wasn't really tired, so I picked up the 
Flannery O'Connor book and read until I was sleepy.

When I climbed into bed, I lay awake for a long time. I didn't 
know how things would go at Mr. Kestrel's house, but I certainly 
hoped to have fun. If not, I didn't think I'd be disappointed. 
Well, maybe not much. All right, I'd be disappointed, but I'd 
survive. Wouldn't I?

-----

Gina came down the hill the next morning to watch me work out. I 
don't know how interesting it could be, watching me do biceps 
curls and bent-over rows, but she seemed to enjoy herself. I 
worked up a good sweat jumping rope, and I kind of enjoyed 
showing off.

Even I could notice the subtle changes in my body. I kept adding 
weight to my curling bar, and I could lift more on the dumbbells 
than I had before the summer began. I think I was even getting 
bigger, instead of losing weight. Before, I would have worried 
about getting heavier, but I knew the added weight was muscle.

I still needed to watch what I ate, though. I didn't want to move 
up to the light end of the 185-pound weight class. I liked the 
advantage being at the top of the 167-pound bracket gave me. And 
judging by the way Gina looked at me as I wiped down with a 
towel, she certainly seemed to like the added muscle. I grinned 
to myself and invited her inside while I took a shower.

When I emerged from the shower, Gina, Erin, and Mom were talking. 
Dad was waiting for the bathroom, so I stepped aside to let him 
get into the shower. Leah came down a few minutes later, and Mom 
invited her in. When she and Erin looked at each other, they both 
giggled and blushed. I wondered what was going on, but didn't 
think about it too much.

Because Dad had an early flight from Columbia to Atlanta, he and 
Mom had to leave right after breakfast. I knew they'd probably 
skip eating, in order to have some time alone, so Gina and I 
offered to take Erin and Leah down to the clubhouse for 
breakfast. Mom smiled appreciatively and kissed my cheek.

Then the four of us headed down the hill. As we were leaving, I 
noticed my mom stepping into the bathroom to join my dad. I 
smiled to myself and reached for Gina's hand. She twined her 
fingers through mine and blew me a kiss.

After breakfast, Erin and I, and the Coulter family, walked up 
the hill to see my parents off. Gina and I had made a few extra 
egg sandwiches for them to take with them, and they were very 
appreciative. My mom had dropped my dad off for trips enough that 
she didn't get upset when he had to leave, but I could tell she'd 
miss him. And unless I missed my guess, she was smiling like a 
very well-fucked woman. I know it was kind of weird to think of 
my mom in terms like that, but I'd come to know the look, and I 
smiled to myself at the thought.

Elizabeth said she'd look after us until Mom got back later that 
afternoon, and I assured Dad that I'd take care of Mom and Erin 
until he returned. With that, he hugged Erin and then shook my 
hand. Then he donned his ball cap, put on his sunglasses, and got 
into the car with Mom. We waved as they drove off.

As soon as our families started walking down the hill, Gina and 
Kara gave me the same smoldering look. I felt a stirring in my 
loins, but willed myself not to get an erection.

"No cold feet?" I asked rhetorically.

Both girls shook their heads.

"Okay," I said. "When d'you wanna... um... start cleaning?"

"The sooner, the better," said Kara with an unapologetic leer.

Since we knew we'd have so much stuff to take over to Mr. 
Kestrel's, Kara had asked to borrow her parents' car.

"Okay," Kara said, taking charge. She looked at Gina. "You go 
make sandwiches for lunch."

Gina nodded.

"Paul and I," Kara continued, "will take the car and drive to 
Susan's house. We'll load the cleaning supplies and then meet you 
at the clubhouse."

Gina nodded again.

I grinned at how smoothly Kara planned things.

Gina kissed me on the cheek, smiled, and headed down the hill. 
Kara and I practically raced up the hill toward the Coulter cabin. 
A minute later, I was sitting in the front seat of the Coulters' 
station wagon as Kara drove toward Susan's house. When we got 
there, Susan was sitting at the wrought iron table, reading the 
newspaper and drinking a glass of orange juice. She looked up as 
we entered, then laughed brightly.

"You're certainly eager this morning," she said.

"We wanted to get the house cleaned before the heat of the day," 
Kara said reasonably.

"Oh?" Susan arched an eyebrow skeptically.

If it weren't for Kara's dark complexion, I'm sure I would've 
seen her blush.

"Is that all?" Susan asked.

"Well...," Kara said, nervously shifting from foot to foot.

I marveled at how Kara--who usually acted with such confidence 
and aplomb--was so easily affected by Susan's teasing. All of a 
sudden, I didn't feel so bad about being flummoxed whenever Susan 
teased me.

"Well," Susan said with mock seriousness. "A woman has needs."

Kara looked up and grinned gratefully. Then she nodded, and the 
two women shared a knowing look.

While Susan and Kara assembled everything we'd need to clean the 
house, I loaded Susan's canister vacuum into the station wagon. 
Then I took out a bucket, mop, and broom. When I returned to the 
house, the women handed me a laundry basket full of towels, rags, 
and sheets. Last, I carried out a basket full of cleaning 
supplies, clean bath towels, soap, shampoo, and skin lotion.

I briefly wondered what the bathroom supplies were for, but when 
Susan grinned at me indulgently, I figured it out before I 
actually asked the question. As I loaded a stepstool into the 
back of the station wagon, Kara impulsively hugged the older 
woman. When we got back into the car, Kara was grinning from ear 
to ear. We picked up Gina at the clubhouse, told Elizabeth we 
were going, and were on our way.

-----

At Mr. Kestrel's house, Gina put our lunch in the refrigerator, 
Kara grabbed the bucket, mop, and broom, while I hauled in the 
heavy vacuum cleaner. The day was already shaping up to be 
another miserable, sweltering day, but it was nice and cool 
inside. In one more trip, we had the rest of the baskets and 
cleaning equipment inside.

With a sigh of relief, we shut the door on the oppressive heat 
outside. Then we worked out a plan of attack. I would clean the 
majority of the cobwebs and be responsible for bugs or anything 
"icky." Gina and Kara would clean the windows, bathrooms, 
mirrors, and anything else that needed it. While they were doing 
that, I would dust and then vacuum the whole house. We'd save the 
kitchen for last, and once it was clean, we'd have lunch and then 
move on to the real reason we were all here.

Things started out normally, but I decided to have fun with the 
girls. They both seemed to be very eager to finish cleaning, but 
I could tell that Gina was almost as horny as Kara. _No sir, no 
cold feet here,_ I thought.

While Gina was cleaning the large sliding glass doors in the 
master bedroom, I took the broom and brushed cobwebs from the 
corners, near the ceiling. When I moved close to her, I casually 
brushed my hand across her ass. She didn't react, so I let my 
fingers wander between her cheeks. She grinned over her shoulder 
when I gently rubbed her labia. Just as she was starting to get 
into it, I pulled back and chuckled. She pouted, but went back to 
work when she realized I wasn't going to keep playing with her.

When I cleaned the middle bedroom, the one that had been Mr. 
Kestrel's office, I did the same thing to Kara. She almost jumped 
when I first touched her, but quickly warmed up as I caressed her 
pussy. She protested a little louder when I moved on, but I 
didn't give in.

Once I had swept away all the cobwebs, I cleaned off the broom 
and grabbed a rag and some Pledge. I dusted my way through the 
house until I encountered the first girl, Kara. By now, I had a 
full-blown hard-on, and she stared at it hungrily.

"Not until we finish," I admonished her.

She started to pout, but I licked my finger, reached between her 
legs, and ran it over her moist slit. She groaned when I gently 
circled her clit. I didn't tease her long, however, since I 
didn't want her to get too worked up.

"You're evil," she said. Even though she'd said it playfully, 
there was still a little heat behind the statement.

I nodded with a grin and moved to the next room.

I found Gina cleaning the hall bathroom and quickly pinned her 
against the counter. I kissed her deeply, grinding my hips and 
rubbing my erection against her. I felt her nipple harden when I 
cupped her left breast, and she moaned deep in her chest.

By the time I'd finished dusting, both girls were incredibly 
worked up. Whenever I reached for either of their pussies, I 
found them practically dripping. A couple of times, Kara tried to 
drop to her knees in front of me, but I stopped her.

When I started vacuuming the master bedroom, Gina quickly found 
me. Without preamble, she tugged my head down for a kiss. With 
one hand, she pulled me against her. With the other, she gripped 
my rock-hard shaft. Just as she dropped to her knees in front of 
me, Kara entered the room. I shut off the vacuum cleaner while 
she grimaced.

"No fair," she said heavily. "You're cheating."

Gina pulled my dick out of her mouth and looked over her 
shoulder.

"But if you're gonna cheat," Kara said quickly, "lemme cheat 
too."

In a flash, she was on her knees beside her sister, and I was 
staring down at heaven. While Gina sucked my balls, Kara took me 
into her mouth. I could immediately tell that she'd had more 
experience than Gina. She sucked gently, but used her tongue and 
lips to create friction. The effect was indescribable.

I watched as they switched a few times, one girl licking and 
sucking my balls while the other took my shaft into her mouth. 
Once, they both licked up the sides of my manhood, each tonguing 
the glans when they reached the end.

Unfortunately for them, I was still in a teasing mood. When I 
pulled back, they groaned in unison. I grinned unrepentantly.

"We still need to finish cleaning," I said with feigned 
sternness.

They moaned again.

"I need to finish this vacuuming."

"So do _we_," Kara said, with feigned petulance.

I merely grinned as I helped them to their feet. They grumbled, 
but we got back to work. For my part, I was having a blast. I got 
to work with two gorgeous girls, feel them up and play with their 
bodies, and they were both eager for my dick. What more could a 
guy want?

_Well,_ I thought seriously, _what more could a _shallow, horny_ 
guy want?_ I knew we were here for a serious reason--to make sure 
Gina could handle seeing me with another girl--but I was having 
fun. I was entitled to be shallow and horny every once in a 
while, wasn't I?

-----

By the time we started to clean the kitchen, I was ready to 
explode. Judging by the lustful looks directed my way, they were 
too. While we worked, there were a _lot_ of "accidental" touches, 
which I thoroughly enjoyed. I think we cleaned the kitchen in 
record time.

"While the floor is drying," I suggested, after Kara finished 
mopping, "why don't we spread out one of the sheets. We can eat 
lunch later."

I didn't have to make the suggestion twice. While the girls laid 
out the sheet, I stood by, my erection throbbing gently in 
anticipation. The fabric in the center of the sheet was still 
settling to the floor when they looked at me hungrily.

In my head, I had imagined how this event would play out, but I 
was completely unprepared for the feelings I was having. For a 
moment, I felt guilty about wanting to have sex with Kara. I know 
Gina wanted to see me with another girl--and who was safer than 
her sister?--but I unexpectedly felt a little uneasy now that the 
time had arrived.

Upon seeing the expression on my face, Gina asked, "What's the 
matter?"

"Nothing," I half lied. "Why don't we just slow things down a 
little, though," I suggested.

Her brow creased in confusion.

I sat down and crossed my legs. I know I must have been a funny 
sight, with my erection sticking up from my lap, but I didn't 
really care how funny I looked. "We've been in overdrive all 
morning," I said slowly. "And it's mostly my fault, but I don't 
want to rush things."

"He's right, Gina," Kara said softly. "This is important. It 
shouldn't be a mad dash to orgasm."

I nodded.

"But...," Gina protested feebly.

"We're not on a schedule," I said, gently but firmly.

When she looked like she was going to pout, I leaned forward and 
grasped her hand. I pulled her toward me and guided her onto her 
back. She reluctantly lay down, and I stretched out beside her, 
my erection resting comfortably on her hip. When my hard-on 
contacted her hot skin, I felt a surge of desire, but with an 
effort of will, I refused to rush things.

I started kissing Gina, and she soon responded, her lips hungrily 
pressing against my own. I lightly ran my fingertips over her 
soft belly, careful not to tickle her, but taking my time and 
teasing her with feather-light caresses. She started moaning into 
my mouth and I moved my hand up to cover her breast. The nipple 
hardened against my palm as I massaged in slow circles.

"I love you," I said softly, when I broke the kiss.

"I love you too," she breathed. "I love you so much. Thank you 
for doing this for me."

I nodded. "Are you ready for Kara to join us?"

To my surprise, she actually hesitated for a moment. True enough, 
she and Kara had already been sucking my dick together, but this 
was a bigger decision. If she said yes, things would go much 
further than a simple blowjob. If she said yes, Kara and I would 
most likely end up having sex. She considered it for several 
long, drawn-out seconds. Then she looked deep into my eyes. What 
she saw there was my unconditional love for her. She smiled 
warmly, without a trace of nervousness, then nodded.

As if on cue, Kara stretched out next to her sister. Gina's eyes 
moved from me to Kara and then back again. I felt something akin 
to an electric charge when I reached out and put my hand on 
Kara's breast. She arched her back, pressing her chest into my 
hand. Then, in full view of Gina, I leaned forward and kissed 
Kara. Our kiss grew heated, and her tongue was soon exploring my 
mouth.

When I pulled back, I immediately moved my lips to Gina's. She 
squeaked in surprise, but quickly returned the kiss, her fingers 
twining through my hair and pulling me close. While I was still 
kissing Gina, I reached for Kara's wrist. When I found it, I 
guided her hand to my erection. Gina could feel her sister's 
fingers as Kara stroked my shaft. She moaned into my mouth and 
the passion of her kiss redoubled.

Gina's back arched as I moved my fingers over her mons, lightly 
caressing her labia. I took the opportunity to kiss along the 
line of her neck, nipping at her with my lips, making her cry out 
softly. When I reached her upper chest, I lifted my head and 
sought out Kara's lips. She returned my kiss with mounting 
passion, and I could almost feel Gina's eyes on us. While I was 
kissing her sister, I sank a finger into her hot, moist pussy.

Kara continued stroking my shaft while Gina writhed in ecstasy 
beneath us. I began sawing my finger in and out, feeling the 
fleshy folds of her labia. Gina squirmed again when Kara and I 
separated and lowered our heads to suckle her nipples. I looked 
up and smiled when I gazed into Kara's eyes.

After a few minutes of licking, sucking, and gently biting Gina's 
nipples, I lifted my head and pulled my finger out of her steamy 
pussy. Kara lifted her head at the same time, and Gina watched, 
mesmerized, as I brought my slick finger to Kara's lips. She 
licked it clean, sucking it like a small penis. I looked into her 
eyes and winked. She smiled around my finger and winked in reply.

At that point, I grinned at Kara. With gentle nudges, I pulled 
her until she moved to my right. Then I rolled to my back and 
pulled Gina with me. She snuggled against my left side and then 
immediately reached for my erection. I looked at Kara and 
motioned for her to lie down along my right side.

With one girl on either side of me, I started kissing Gina. Then 
I broke the kiss, turned my head, and Kara's lips moved toward 
mine. The entire time, Gina's hand moved along my dick, spreading 
the leaking pre-come over my glans and shaft. It was an amazing 
feeling, having two sets of gorgeous breasts pressed against me, 
and two sets of lips tasting my skin. When I grinned, they 
grinned in reply.

"I want you to suck me," I said to Kara. "Turn around so I can 
play with your pussy while you do."

She nodded and moved to comply. Gina relinquished her grip on my 
shaft as Kara's hand replaced it. Once again, I felt Kara's 
practiced mouth engulf the tip of my dick. I reached down and ran 
my right hand over her thigh. Gina moved in to kiss me again, and 
I let my hand drift toward Kara's pussy, rubbing lightly as I 
did. She propped her knee up to allow me access and then took my 
cock into the back of her throat.

When my fingers found Kara's pussy, they were immediately coated 
with her juices. Gina kept kissing me while I plunged first one, 
then two fingers into her sister's slippery channel. Kara moaned 
around my girth, but kept sucking.

We continued like this for several glorious minutes. Due to all 
the teasing and flirting while we were cleaning, I knew I 
wouldn't last long. When I began to tense up, Gina pulled away 
from my lips and watched her sister fellate me. I kept my fingers 
moving in circles around Kara's clit, and she happily tried to 
swallow me whole. She could only take a little more than Gina 
could, but she was smoother and more relaxed.

In a few minutes, however, I didn't have much time to think about 
her technique. I felt the need to come growing in my loins, and 
Gina looked at me with an ecstatic grin. She quickly turned to 
watch as her sister took me to the edge and then over it. With a 
grunt, I tensed up and began shooting into Kara's mouth.

Kara moaned in surprise as the first spurt struck the back of her 
throat, but she automatically swallowed. Her tongue caressed my 
shaft as the second blast filled her mouth with my cream. Jet 
after jet surged over her tongue and she moaned with every one. 
When my ejaculation finally diminished to a few gushes, she 
pulled her lips back to the crown of my cock. I felt her swallow 
as she began to pump my saliva-slick shaft. When she had all the 
come milked from my organ, she lifted her head and swallowed 
audibly.

"My God, Gina," she said, panting. "He _does_ come gallons." She 
rolled her tongue around her mouth, making sure she'd swallowed 
every bit of my essence. Then she shuddered in delight and 
grinned at us.

"Did you like watching that?" I asked Gina softly.

She immediately nodded, her eyes glassy with lust.

"Are you ready for the next step?" I asked.

She wrinkled her brow.

"Are you ready for me to have sex with her?"

"Oh, God, yes. I can't wait to watch you."

"I'm glad," I said. "I want to fuck her slowly while you watch. 
And then, I want to come deep inside her, so you can lick her 
pussy until you've sucked out all of my semen."

She closed her eyes and then licked her lips.

"Would you like that?"

"_Mmm hmm._"

"Me too," Kara said from my crotch.

With both beautiful girls pressed against me, my erection hadn't 
diminished appreciably. I quickly sat up and moved between Kara's 
legs. She bent her knees and looked at me expectantly. I was 
about to ask Gina, one final time, if she really wanted to keep 
going, but one look at her told me the question was superfluous.

I rubbed the tip of my cock along Kara's drenched channel and 
then scooted forward. Kara's expression went slack as I eased 
into her. She wasn't as tight as Gina, but she was just as smooth 
and hot. When I buried myself completely, I put my hands on her 
knees and gazed down at her. She licked her lips and then smiled 
up at me.

"Suck her nipples, Gina," I said. "Play with them and make them 
hard."

Gina immediately fastened her lips around Kara's left breast. I 
started thrusting at the same time, keeping my pace deliberately 
slow.

"Oh, God," Kara moaned. "It's been so long." She moaned again, 
deep in her chest, and moved her calves along my flanks. "Oh, 
Gina. He feels _so_ good. It's wonderful."

I smiled to myself and clenched my buttocks. My dick swelled and 
Kara gasped. I ran my hands along her upper thighs and then 
resumed thrusting. After a few minutes, I had an idea.

"Gina," I said, "put your head down here. Rest it on Kara's 
stomach."

She looked at me curiously, but did as I asked.

When I pulled my cock out of her sister's pussy, it glistened 
with moisture. I reached down to pull Gina's head toward it, but 
I didn't need to. Her eyes fastened on my shiny manhood and she 
immediately locked her lips around it. She quickly sucked my dick 
clean, then I pulled back, ready to plunge back into Kara.

After that, I took my time and fucked Kara with long, measured 
strokes. Every minute or so, I pulled my dick out and let Gina 
lick her sister's juices off it. Then I'd bury myself in Kara's 
pussy and resume thrusting. Whenever I felt like I was getting 
close to my release, I'd thrust deep and stop moving.

"Oh, God," Kara said, her breathing ragged. "Stacy told me about 
this." Her smooth stomach fluttered as she gasped in delight. "H-
how do you s-stand it, Gina?"

"I usually just come," Gina said matter-of-factly. "When he does 
that to me, I just gush all over him."

"I-I can s-see why," Kara stammered.

I grinned to myself--they both had breathing spasms when they got 
really excited. When I started thrusting again, I studied Kara's 
body as her arousal mounted. Her breasts actually looked smaller 
than Gina's, but her nipples were bigger. She was probably a bit 
thinner as well, I decided. I let my mind wander as I studied the 
little details of her beautiful body, a trick I'd learned from 
Susan for when I wanted to delay my orgasm.

Kara wasn't as tight as Gina, but she was also older and more 
experienced. Regardless, her pussy was incredibly hot. She lifted 
her hips against me when I slid into her, which made it feel like 
we were having sex _together_, instead of me simply thrusting 
into her.

I felt my orgasm approaching again, so I buried my cock and 
stopped moving. As the sensations passed, I pulled out and let 
Gina lovingly clean me with her lips and tongue. I caressed her 
face as she sucked me, tucking her hair behind her ear and 
smiling fondly. When I looked up, Kara was smiling at me. Her 
breathing was still shallow and ragged, but she nodded 
approvingly.

I managed to extend things for another ten minutes before I could 
no longer hold back. I warned Gina to move back, then I put 
Kara's legs over my shoulders. My pelvis slammed into her 
upturned hips, making slapping noises as I jackhammered into her.

Gina watched raptly as my cock speared into her sister. With each 
thrust, Kara's pussy clutched at me, her labia spreading around 
my pounding girth. I looked into Gina's eyes and saw her love for 
me. I also saw her delight at seeing me fuck her sister. In less 
than a minute, I felt the rush of my impending orgasm. When 
Gina's gaze locked with mine and she licked her lips in 
anticipation, I felt my scrotum contract and pull my balls close 
to my body. Two more thrusts and then I buried myself in Kara, 
sinking my hips and arching my back.

Kara cried out as I emptied myself into her with several powerful 
spurts. I felt her pussy contracting around my shaft, the first 
twinges of her orgasm making her stomach ripple. When my cock 
stopped pumping into her, I took a deep breath and licked my 
lips. I let Kara's legs down and then sat back on my haunches, 
the first two thirds of my dick still buried in her pussy.

Kara was close enough to her release that I didn't want to let 
her cool down. I scooted forward, burying my cock deeper inside 
her, and started rubbing her clit. I could feel my hot come 
oozing around my shaft, and it gave me a thrill to know that Gina 
would soon be licking her sister's sperm-filled pussy. Then Kara 
moaned and I quickly returned my attention to her. Gina started 
pulling and twisting her sister's nipples, and it wasn't long 
before Kara was thrashing in ecstasy, with powerful, climactic 
sensations working their magic on her.

When Kara finally relaxed, Gina sat up and started kissing me, 
her hands rubbing over my chest and down my stomach. I put an arm 
around her and pulled her close, trapping Kara's leg between us. 
When we finally broke the kiss, I looked deep into her eyes.

"Did you like watching?" I asked. Then I nodded to where Kara and 
I were still joined. "Are you okay with this?"

She simply grinned. "I came twice."

I concealed my surprise and nodded. I hadn't even noticed that 
she'd been masturbating.

"I can't wait to taste your come in her pussy," she said 
breathlessly.

I pulled out and slid aside so Gina could get between her 
sister's legs. Gina lay on her stomach and scooted close to 
Kara's sodden pussy. I moved around so Kara could suck my slowly 
shrinking dick, and watched as Gina put her mouth against Kara's 
mons.

Kara's lips fastened on my penis as I watched Gina tongue her. 
She could obviously taste my come, and moaned deeply after she 
swallowed. Then she stuck her fingers into Kara's pussy and 
pulled them out. She licked them clean and then stuck them inside 
again.

As Gina licked and sucked Kara's pussy, the older girl started 
gyrating her hips. Her lips tightened around my erection as the 
waves of her second orgasm coursed over her nerve endings. I 
reached down to roll and pull her nipples, adding to the 
sensations. Her hips convulsively bucked against Gina, but Gina 
never stopped licking her.

I wanted to come again, simply from the sheer erotic nature of 
the situation, but I knew it was too soon. I maintained my 
erection, but I knew I'd rub myself raw if I tried to come. So I 
contented myself with letting Kara suck my cock, kissing her, and 
licking and sucking her nipples.

Kara came a third time while Gina ate her out. By the time Gina 
lifted her face, her cheeks and chin glistened with Kara's 
juices. In what was obviously a familiar maneuver, Gina crawled 
up her sister's body and started kissing her. My erection had 
mostly subsided, but I was still tumescent. Gina looked at it 
expectantly, but I shook my head.

With a contented sigh, Gina grinned from ear to ear. Kara was 
grinning as well, and we all collapsed into a heap. A few minutes 
later, we sorted ourselves out--Gina on my left and Kara on my 
right--and I wrapped my arms around them. They rubbed my chest 
and stomach, and planted soft kisses on my skin. I merely closed 
my eyes and enjoyed myself as they lovingly snuggled against me.

-----

After we'd all recovered a little, we wanted to wash off the 
sweat and dust, so we adjourned to the large shower in the master 
bathroom. The girls insisted on washing me, but I think it was 
simply because they wanted to touch me. Whatever the reason, I 
enjoyed the attention.

When I was clean--and a lot more aroused than when I'd stepped 
into the shower--I lathered up the washcloth and gently scrubbed 
Gina. After she rinsed, I turned to Kara. I kept a close eye on 
Gina, to gauge her reaction, but she avidly watched as I touched 
her sister. Confident that Gina was comfortable seeing Kara and 
me fool around, I started fondling Kara's soapy body. When I 
looked up again, Gina was playing with her pussy.

I had the girls sit on the wooden bench and then let them take 
turns sucking my cock. I didn't feel the immediate urge to come, 
so I switched between them several times. While Kara was expertly 
licking and sucking my manhood, Gina watched raptly. When it was 
Gina's turn to suck me, Kara fondled my balls and whispered words 
of encouragement to her sister.

Finally, the water started to run cold, so we turned it off. 
After we dried ourselves, I took charge. The bathroom had a large 
mirror over the vanity, and I used it to great effect. I had the 
girls bend over the counter while I played with their pussies 
from behind, watching their reactions in the mirror.

Soon, they were both moaning softly and their pussies were 
drenched. I stepped behind Gina and slid my erection into her. 
Before I started thrusting, I directed Kara to kneel between her 
sister's legs. Just as I intended, she started licking Gina's 
clit as soon as she moved underneath her. As Kara slowly licked 
and sucked, I pulled back and started fucking Gina.

It wasn't long before Gina was writhing in the throes of orgasm. 
I held myself deep inside her and gripped her hips. When she 
finally collapsed against the counter, panting, Kara emerged from 
beneath her. Before Kara stood, I pulled my dick out of her 
sister and offered it to her. She sucked me enthusiastically.

I kept one hand on Gina, to steady her, while I watched Kara bob 
in front of me. When Gina had recovered, she stood and I pulled 
her close. I kissed her deeply as her sister took me into the 
back of her throat. I let Kara suck me for a few minutes and then 
pulled her up. Just as I'd done with Gina, I bent her over the 
counter and had her sister kneel between her legs. Gina eagerly 
fastened her lips around Kara's clit as I started thrusting.

Since Kara had come so many times earlier, it took her a while to 
build up. I enjoyed watching her facial expressions in the mirror 
as her orgasm approached. When she finally moaned deeply and 
began to climax, I kept pumping into her, driving myself past her 
clenched internal muscles.

When I pulled out, I wanted to fuck Gina some more, but she said 
her clit was too sensitive. So I leaned against the counter and 
let the girls kneel in front of me. In all my life, I'd rarely 
seen a more amazing sight--two beautiful girls, sisters, making 
love to my dick.

Soon, I was ready to come, so I pulled out of Kara's mouth and 
started stroking myself. The girls moaned in unison, but quickly 
quieted when I told them to open their mouths and stick out their 
tongues. I set the tip of my cock against Gina's tongue and 
worked my hand back and forth.

With a grunt, I started shooting. The first spurt went in her 
mouth, but the next arced over her upper lip and cheek. I 
adjusted my aim and the next spurt coated her tongue. Then I 
quickly moved to Kara. One spurt hit her in the chest, but the 
subsequent one arced into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around 
my glans for a moment, eagerly swallowing my cream. Finally, I 
moved my dribbling cock back to Gina and she locked her lips 
around me. I groaned loudly, gave my shaft a couple of good 
squeezes, then slumped against the counter.

-----

When we finally packed up the cleaning supplies, it was almost 
three o'clock. We tiredly ate lunch (we were famished) and then 
prepared the house to remain dormant. While the girls were doing 
some last-minute cleaning, I took all the trash out to the burn 
barrel and lit it.

Before we left, we took one last look around, making sure we'd 
done a good job cleaning, as well as searching for any telltale 
signs of our tryst. At last, we reset the various thermostats, 
locked the doors, then drove back to Susan's house.

Susan grinned at our tired, happy, sated expressions. She didn't 
even have to ask how things had gone. We unloaded all the baskets 
and supplies, then the girls helped Susan sort the dirty towels 
and rags so they could start a load of laundry. We all piled back 
into the Coulters' station wagon and returned it to its parking 
space behind their cabin.

By the time we shambled down to the lake, we were all pretty much 
exhausted. Kendall looked up as we approached, and her eyes 
flicked over us. I waved tiredly and Gina did the same.

"Where've y'all been all day?" Kendall asked.

"We had to clean Mr. Kestrel's house," I said.

She wrinkled her brow in confusion. "Who's he?"

"You know the old guy who lived down the road at the top of the 
ridge?" I gestured up the hill with my thumb.

She nodded.

"He died a while ago," I said.

Her expression grew sad. "Oh. I didn't even know him."

I nodded in sympathy. Then I explained about packing his stuff, 
taking it to storage, and cleaning his house. I left out all the 
salacious details, which made Gina smirk despite her fatigue.

When I finished the story, Kendall looked at me piercingly. Then 
her eyes went to Gina, who tried to look innocent. Thankfully, 
Kara was lying facedown on a lounger with her eyes closed. I 
think she might have been snoring softly.

"So you all were... um... cleaning?" Kendall asked.

"Um... yeah."

Her eyes surveyed us again. "Uh-huh," she said deliberately.

I was too tired to worry about whether or not she believed us. 
Knowing her, she probably saw right through my glib answer. She 
returned to her book, but a couple of times, I caught her looking 
at me. Whenever I looked up, she buried her nose in her book and 
studiously ignored me. I smiled to myself and folded my arms 
beneath my cheek. With a contented sigh, mostly intended to pique 
her interest, I started thinking about my future.

-----

Copyright (c) 2003 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

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