An Ordinary College Sex Life

Chapter 10: Summer Camp

In retrospect, I should have double-parked behind the Taurus. Yeah, it would have fucked up the Mustang, but maybe Adam wouldn’t have gotten away. I supposed I was just lucky I wasn’t driving the Camry that was parked just outside and below the motel room. Apparently Adam had landed on its roof and partially caved it in when he’d jumped over the railing.

Health wise, I turned out to be alright. Yeah, I’d been shot twice, but the first bullet had only grazed my left cheek, giving me a deep burn that would probably leave a little scar for the rest of my life. The second one was a little worse. That one actually took a chunk of skin and flesh out of my side. It was my own damn fault; if I’d been in better shape, I would never have started growing a love handle to be shot and the bullet might have passed right by me. But luckily for me, there wasn’t much but fat and skin on that side, and apart from another scar I would probably heal quite nicely.

Emma was fine. The paramedics had checked her out and released her to my family, who had all arrived on the scene even before the paramedics got there.

Our family had arrived because Brooke HAD followed me and Adrienne, driving my old Corolla. She’d used her cell phone to call back to our parents and let them know where we were. In turn, they informed the police, which was why the squad cars had come so quickly. The cops hadn’t arrived fast enough to catch Adam, but medical help got to us far faster than if Brooke hadn’t been tailing me.

But most importantly of all, Adrienne was okay. She’d been knocked unconscious by being thrown headfirst into the television and then to the floor. The first bullet had not hit her, but had flown harmlessly away to embed itself in the motel room’s wall. The blood trickling from beneath her body was because her left arm had been cut on the broken glass of the TV screen. Thankfully, it was a clean cut and would probably heal without any scars. And the happiest moment of my life was in that fucked-up motel room when Adrienne moaned and rolled onto her side, telling me she was alive.

In any case, Adrienne and I ended up in side-by-side beds in the Emergency Room at Western Medical Center. Two detectives stood between our beds, asking us questions while we both answered in subdued voices. We were happy to be alive, and happier to have gotten Emma back. But neither of us was thrilled that Adam had gotten away.

Many hours later, we were back home with a squad car parked on the curb outside our house for protection. Somehow, almost everyone ended up in my bedroom to go to sleep. Adrienne was cuddled up to my left side, pillowing her head on my shoulder while I wrapped my arm around her. I tried not to cry in pain every time she accidentally pressed against my gunshot wound. Emma was in a mirroring position on my right side. And Brooke had dragged her mattress into my room, dropping it on the floor so that she and Eden could spend the night with us as well.

Mom and Dad checked in on us one last time. And then we five kids fitfully tried to go to sleep.

No one left the house on Friday.

No one wanted to.

The news came Saturday. It had started off as another quiet morning. Mom and Brooke made breakfast. Everyone ended up in the family room together, listlessly watching TV. Adrienne wanted to be somewhere out in the open, surrounded by her new family. I wanted to stay with her. And Emma wanted to stay with me.

Eden wanted to stay with Emma. Brooke wanted to be around all of us. And Mom and Dad just wanted to watch over us all.

Sometime around 10am, the doorbell rang. Dad picked himself up off the loveseat and went to answer it, standing up straight and asking, “What can I do for you, officers?”

All of us turned and looked as Dad escorted the two uniformed policemen into the house and into the family room. Emma crawled into my lap and pulled my arm around her waist while Adrienne curled up next to me. The lead cop saw us and gave us a reassuring smile, which gave me some hope. But then his face schooled into more of a stern expression as he zeroed in on Adrienne. “Miss Dennis?” he began gently.

As the only blonde in the room, it was an easy identification. Adrienne nodded and stood up from the couch politely. “I’m Adrienne Dennis.”

“Sergeant Langley. Miss, we have some news regarding your brother.”

“Did you catch him?” she asked quickly. After the whole shootout at the Key Inn, extra police resources had been dedicated to tracking the guy down. Around our house, it seemed like no one would be able to relax until he was found.

Sergeant Langley nodded but hesitated. “Not exactly. I’m here to inform you: Adam Dennis is dead.”

Adrienne paled, but her voice was clear and strong. “Excuse me?”

The cop held his hands out, gesturing for everyone to be patient while he explained. I hadn’t realized I’d been leaning forward in anticipation, but now I sagged back and squeezed Emma a little tighter.

“We received a call last night from a family in Santa Ana. I’m not at liberty to give out their names, but the report is that an intruder was found in the apartment of a single mother with an 11-year-old girl. The information I’ve been given is that Mr. Dennis is suspected of having molested the daughter for several weeks now. The mother and her boyfriend returned home early after a night out and found Mr. Dennis. Mr. Dennis brandished a weapon, but the boyfriend shot him to death.”

“Ohmigod,” Adrienne started losing her composure, and her balance. She sank down onto the seat beside me while I wrapped my free arm around her. She turned her head to the side, staring off at nothing while she went into complete shock. “He’s dead?” she muttered.

“Yes, Miss.” Sergeant Langley confirmed.

Dad moved over to him, touching the cop on the shoulder and saying, “Thank you for coming to inform us. I’m sad that it had to come to this, but I think we’re all glad that this chapter in our lives is over.”

The cop nodded and fished out a business card. “You can contact me if you have any further questions. And I may need to speak with Miss Dennis again if anything comes up.”

“We understand,” Dad nodded, glancing at Mom.

Sergeant Langley then tipped his hat, looked at his partner, and the two of them let Dad escort them out of the house.

“He’s really dead...” Adrienne whimpered, still in disbelief, while I circled my arms around her.

“He can’t hurt you anymore,” I said reassuringly.

“I hated him,” she muttered so quietly I could barely hear her. “I hated him with every fiber of my being.” And then she exhaled slowly, evacuating air for a long, long time. And when she was done, she still took a few deep breaths.

I merely hugged her and patted her shoulder.

Adrienne let out a final exhalation. “I’m sad that he’s dead. I never wanted to see him again, but I’m sad that he’s dead. Is that weird?”

“No, of course not.”

“Even after everything he did to me ... to us...” Adrienne sighed. “He was still my brother.”

I closed my eyes and squeezed her tighter.

With Saturday morning’s announcement of Adam’s death, I’d thought the most dramatically intense week of my life was finally over. After all, what else could go wrong, right?

Well, after everything we’d been through, I felt the need to vent a little bit, to talk about everything that had been going around in my life. Ordinarily, I would have talked to Adrienne; but she had been living it with me and for now, I needed to be her confidante.

A couple of years ago, I might have gone to talk to Keira. She was ever patient, a wonderful listener, and always gave me good advice. But we’d moved on from that relationship. She was building a new life and family with Sean, and unfortunately we just didn’t have that kind of friendship anymore.

My choice was obvious: Dawn. She wasn’t physically nearby, and I hated long conversations on the phone, but there was no one else in the world I’d rather talk to.

And more than that, I wasn’t totally immune to the knowledge that I’d nearly DIED. Adrienne had nearly DIED. Fuck, EMMA could have DIED. This was fucking serious shit.

I’d spent my entire life just bouncing from one pleasure to the next. Yeah, I considered myself pretty grounded after spending the first 15-and-a-half years of my life being the short man on campus, not being able to hold onto a date for more than a few weeks. Since then, I’d certainly been making up for lost time and enjoying a variety of sexual pleasures. But the simple fact was that tomorrow, I might be dead. Tomorrow, there might not be any sexual pleasures. And if I died tomorrow, what would I regret the most?

The answer was obvious: Dawn.

She was my best friend. She was my destiny. She was my soulmate. And it would be a damned shame if we never got to really experience that together. Yeah, we’d been boyfriend/girlfriend for a little while, but only really at camp. And I had plans for the upcoming summer camp. Soon, it would just be me and her in that magical place. No Ryan around.

And I would win her back.

But that was down the road. Camp didn’t start for another week. I needed to work on a game plan anyways. Right now, I didn’t need the soulmate; I needed my best friend. I needed to talk about the shooting and everything and bask in my Dawn’s loving support.

She picked up on the second ring, exclaiming an excited, “Ben! How are you?”

Dawn and I had chatted, albeit briefly, over the past month or so. Mostly they were just 5-minute-long updates on each other’s life. But with everything that had been going on the past week, Dawn and I actually hadn’t talked at all. So while Dawn was tangentially aware of Adam’s arrival in town and the subsequent lawsuit to challenge Adrienne’s inheritance, I had a lot to catch her up on.

It turned out, Dawn actually knew quite a bit of what had been happening. Mom had been keeping Brandi updated on the situation, and Brandi had been telling the Evans family what was going on. Plus, Mom was probably telling Deanna Evans directly as well. But Dawn still didn’t have all the details.

So, I told her about everything that had gone on since we last spoke, going chronologically just to make sure I had it all straight in my head. I told her about the discovery of Adam’s pedophilic criminal record and his lawsuit being dismissed. I told her about Adrienne talking with my family and agreeing to stay a member of our family. And then I told her the whole story of Adam kidnapping Emma, leading up to the shootings and struggle at the Tustin motel.

“You got SHOT?” Dawn gasped.

“Twice,” I winced, feeling some psychosomatic pain in my side at the memory. I also wandered over to the mirror in my bedroom, checking out the dark burn mark that began in the middle of my left cheek and angled upwards to my left temple.

There was a thudding sound as Dawn apparently dropped the phone. I chuckled and waited, hearing the mad scramble as Dawn picked it back up and put it to her ear. “Ben, tell me that everyone is okay!”

“Everyone’s fine. Brandi didn’t tell you that part?”

“No! I haven’t seen her in a couple of days!” Dawn exclaimed. “And my mom didn’t tell me anything about guns or shooting! You got shot?”

“Yeah, but I’m fine, everyone’s fine,” I reassured her. “I was a little freaked out about Adrienne for a minute there, but everyone is fine. Emma was untouched and Adrienne just had some cuts.”

“What happened to Adam?”

I took a deep breath. “He’s dead.”

Dawn dropped the phone again.

When she recovered, I told her the rest of the story, leading up to the cops in our living room this morning. While Dawn had certainly had some traumas in her life, she’d never actually seen or been around anything like a violent death, and she was struggling to deal with that. She still couldn’t believe I’d actually been shot.

In the end, I tried to make light of the situation by saying, “I’m fine, Dawn. Well, I may not be able to go swimming with you when we get to camp because the wounds will still be healing; but other than that, I’m perfectly healthy.”

“Oh, Bennn...” Dawn moaned forlornly, sounding as if the world had come to an end.

“ReLAX,” I emphasized. “I’m fine.”

“No, it’s not that,” Dawn moaned in the same tone. “I was going to tell you today: I’m not coming to camp.”

Now it was my turn to drop the phone. After blinking a few times, I stooped and picked it up, hurriedly putting it back to my ear. “Wait, what?” Dawn and I had been to camp every year for our entire lives. Eighteen years we’d been together.

“I know we didn’t put much effort into finding internships for this summer, but Dayna’s company wants extra interns and she recommended me. It’s a paid internship, I’ll get lots of good experience, and specifically this’ll really help make sure I get into the Undergraduate Business program. They made the offer and I already accepted.”

“You’re not coming to camp?” I complained.

“I’m sorry. But no.”

Some best friend. I’d just gotten shot and now she was abandoning me. When I needed someone to lean on, I leaned on her. But she wasn’t going to be there for me anymore. She was off to do her own thing. And after such an emotionally draining week, I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with this.

So feeling miffed, I simply hit END on my phone and dropped it onto my bed. A second later, I dropped onto my bed as well.

Three seconds later, my phone went off. I didn’t need to check the screen to know it was Dawn. I hit END again, and then just rolled over onto my belly to sulk.

This had been a really shitty week.

My entire body ached by the time I switched places with my Dad, letting him take over the driving for the final stretch up to camp. While my entire family, Adrienne included, slept peacefully, I’d had to remain alert while piloting the family van up this desolate stretch of the 5 Freeway.

Holding one’s body in a single position for hours on end is enough to make anyone ache, but I’d been pretty tense to begin with. I hadn’t had an ejaculation in days, and didn’t even have time to rub one out on my own before we got into the car. And for a guy like me, not cumming for over 24-hours is a surefire way to get tensed up. Not cumming for 48-hours had me miserable.

Actually, I wouldn’t have even had THAT ejaculation a few days ago if Brooke hadn’t taken it upon herself to give me some relief. Even then, she’d only crept in to give me a quick blowjob, just to take the edge off and let me get at least one night of good sleep. It was telling that even though no one was really in the mood for sex, my little sister loved me enough to do something solely to make me feel better.

The thing with sibling sex is that it only happens when all other needs, wants, and desires are taken care of — when there’s nothing else to worry about. Sibling sex isn’t about maintaining or building relationships, like girlfriend sex. It usually isn’t about love, affection, or support between siblings. No, sibling sex is purely about fun, about recreational pleasure. My dick and tongue had become Eden and Emma’s favorite toys to play with.

But the twins weren’t in the mood for playtime anymore. Emma was still freaked out from being kidnapped by a violent, imposing older man who wielded a gun and ultimately ended up dead. It was all just a little too much for a 13-year-old girl to handle. Eden wasn’t much better off. Yeah, she hadn’t been kidnapped, but she HAD been chased and faced the survivor guilt of the twin who hadn’t been caught. The point is, playing with my dick was no longer their priority, and we hadn’t yet gotten to the point where the twins would see sex as a method of comfort.

Plus, my mood wasn’t conducive for sex. I spent all my positive emotional energy on supporting Adrienne, telling her how awesome she was and brave for charging a man with a loaded gun and probably saving our lives. Meanwhile, I was burying my own need to vent. I spent all my time not with Adrienne brooding underneath a dark cloud, definitely not in the mood for tenderness or affection. So even though Brooke was only marginally involved — and therefore not as traumatized — she gave me some space and kept her distance. As my little sister, it wasn’t her job to fix me, and I wasn’t about to push myself on her when I wasn’t right in the head. Sibling sex could only happen when BOTH parties wanted to enjoy it, for the right reasons.

But for one night, at least, Brooke decided she had to do something. She had slinked into my room Wednesday night, wordlessly moving to the bed and then bending over to start tugging my shorts down.

“Brooke, you don’t have to,” I said gently, feeling guilty at the same time. My cock disagreed with me; it started hardening immediately.

“I know,” she said quietly. “Just let me do this for you.”

We both knew sex couldn’t make me happy again. It wouldn’t really fix the turmoil in my head. But a single ejaculation could bring me a brief moment of ecstasy, a few seconds when I didn’t have to think about my troubles. So I didn’t resist as Brooke stroked my naked shaft a few times before parting her lips and slowly pushing my head into back of her mouth.

Deep-throating me was something Brooke still could only do with difficulty. Her gag reflex was simply too strong, and it was something she only did on special occasions. This was one of them, and I whimpered at the pleasure as her lips pressed to the base of my dick.

“Oh, Brooke...” I crooned, moving my hands to her head and rooting my fingers through her hair. Her only response was to hum as she pulled back, breathed, and then descended once again to swallow the entire length of my cock.

I hadn’t had sex with anyone but my right hand in a full week. My last romp with the twins had been seven days before. Six days before, the kidnapping had taken place. From then on, my only ejaculations were the occasional self-inflicted ones in a desperate attempt to find enough peace of mind to sleep at night. So after a week without feeling the warmth of a girl’s mouth, pussy, or ass wrapped around my cock, I was on a hair-trigger to blow. And only a couple of minutes after Brooke started the blowjob, my hands tightened in her hair and I grunted out in warning. “I’m cumming!”

Brooke pulled back until she had just the head in her mouth, milking me with her tongue and caressing my balls with her left hand while jacking the wet, exposed shaft with her right. My abs curled up a bit as I grunted and then came, flooding Brooke’s mouth with an overload of cum. That was another thing with not having sex for a full week. My body was so used to producing a half-dozen ejaculations a day, I’d stored up quite the wad of semen, which was now firing into Brooke’s mouth so fast she couldn’t keep up.

My cute little sister swallowed as best she could, but her gag reflex kicked in after the third shot and I started splattering straight against her nose and cheeks when she had to pull me out. Those lines of cum dribbled down to join the rivers leaking from the corners of her mouth, creating quite the erotic masterpiece of creamy white on her tanned skin. And when I finally stopped spurting, all Brooke could do was smirk and try to crack her eyelids open without letting the hot spunk inside.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I grunted and immediately grabbed some tissues so she could clean herself up.

“Don’t be,” she’d chuckled when she caught her breath and mopped up enough jizz to open her eyes and look at me. “That was quite the load.”

“I was pretty backed up,” I agreed. “Thanks, by the way.”

“Of course,” Brooke smiled at me. “I love you, big brother. And that was pretty cool.”

Cool or not, Brooke didn’t return to me before it was time to go to camp. She was busy making sure her boyfriend was well-fucked enough to survive their month apart. And so I was pretty tense again by the time we started the 11-hour drive.

But I had hopes for summer camp. After all, magical things always happened to me while I was there.

The Evanses were home. Well, little more than half of them were there. I thought of how Dawn’s bunk had both our initials carved into it from when we were 8-years-old. And I thought about how Dawn wouldn’t be with me this summer for the first time in our history. I looked up to see that Jack and Deanna Evans were already on the porch, waving to us. Daughter DJ was coming out the door right behind them.

But that was it. No Dayna. No Dawn. It almost didn’t feel like the same place.

Once again, for the final leg up to camp, I was sitting in the back row with the twins using me as a backrest to sleep on. Brooke popped the van’s double-doors and hopped out, along with my parents. From my usual seat, Adrienne smiled at the cute scene of the two 13-year-old’s practically snoring on my chest, and then she ducked her head and hopped out as well. I took my time waking the rugrats, who almost crankily opened their eyes.

“We’re here, girls,” I said gently.

Eden sat up and started rolling her head around her neck, stretching it out. Emma turned her face to mine as her eyelids gingerly rose up. And then without another second’s thought, my baby sister wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled her face up to mine for a sweet, tender kiss.

I felt a mountain of tension rolling off my shoulders with that kiss. It wasn’t passionate or lustful; it was just ... nice. It felt like the affectionate kiss of a little sister. And when Emma pulled away, she blinked and smiled at me. “I love you, big brother.”

“I love you too, Emma.”

Well, once Eden saw that her twin sister had gotten in a solid kiss with me, she glanced around to confirm that the van was empty before pressing herself into me and giving me a wet smack of her own. Eden’s kiss was rather more aggressive than Emma’s, and I felt a quick stirring in my loins.

But my crotch waking up also reminded me of how uncomfortable I was feeling after spending several hours trapped in the back seat with the twins leaning against me. After Eden pulled away, I pushed myself up and went to hop out of the van. The girls followed after me and then the three of us circled around to join our family in greeting the Evanses.

Jack and Deanna made apologetic statements to me about Dawn not joining us this year. I’d had a week to come to terms with it, and just shrugged. What could I say? Then switching into their surrogate parent mode, the two Evans adults quickly started clucking over me, Deanna tracing the scar on my cheek with her hand while also making me lift up my shirt to show her how the bullet wound in my side was still healing.

Jack even remarked, “We’re surprised you all still decided to make the trip after everything that’s happened.”

I nodded and glanced over at Adrienne for a moment, where she was chatting with the younger ones. Then I returned my attention to the Evans parents and said firmly, “It was best for us to get out of town for a little while, to put some distance between ourselves and everything that happened. We love coming to camp and I think this vacation will do us all some good.”

My Dad nodded beside me and clapped my back.

Deanna Evans smiled and leaned in, saying conspiratorially, “Just you take it easy and make sure to heal up.” Her eyes darted over to DJ before coming back to me. “Don’t let the girls hurt you in their enthusiasm.” Her grin was unmistakable.

Right on cue, DJ came over to say hi and I felt both a flutter in my chest and a tightness in my shorts; the little kiddo had certainly grown up over the years. To start with, the fully grown 17-year-old blonde babe looked enough like Dawn to make my heart ache. Plus, her beauty and curves were put on enough display to make the stirring in my loins start its way to a full-fledged erection. If I wanted to be completely objective about it, the youngest Evans daughter might even be considered the hottest of the three sisters.

Even standing next to Adrienne, DJ didn’t give up anything in beauty to the older girl. Just a hair shorter than my adoptive sister, maybe 5’9½”, DJ was both slightly taller than her sisters and yet slimmer, with the lithe, slender body of a model. Her curves were also rather imbalanced, as she probably had the narrowest hips of the three sisters and yet now sported tits even bigger than ever. I later found out she was wearing 34DD bras, drastically out of proportion to her 24-inch waist and 30-inch hips. It just wasn’t fair. Girls of her height aren’t supposed to weigh a buck-thirty with tiny waists and still have tits that glorious. And every bit of that comic-book figure was put on full display in a light summer dress, with a hem cut short to show off her long, long legs and a top that bulged nicely around her bosom.

I’d had some idea how DJ had grown, but the last time I saw her was back during Thanksgiving. And the clothes she wore then were for wintertime and weren’t nearly as form-fitting. In the span of a year since last summer, she’d gone from cute and sexy to drop-dead gorgeous. “Wowww, Deej,” I stammered. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks, Ben. You’re looking pretty handsome yourself. That scar is even kinda sexy,” DJ giggled cutely with her crystal blue eyes sparkling at me. Her sunny blonde hair was still in braided pigtails with a red bandanna covering her head, the whole effect making her look like the sexiest young country girl you could possibly imagine. I wanted to bend her over and fuck her brains out right then and there.

Deanna Evans noticed where my eyes were wandering, then leaned over and said to her daughter, “I TOLD you he’d like that dress.”

I turned my attention to Mrs. Evans and smiled, commenting, “The Evans women always look fantastic, no matter what they’re wearing. And that includes their mother.”

Deanna blushed and muttered, “Growing up into a silver-tongued devil, aren’t you?”

DJ just grinned at me and remarked, “You think you like this dress? Wait until you see my new bikini!” And then DJ glanced around at my three, well, four sisters. “Whaddaya say, girls? Shall we go change and do our best to give Ben a heart attack?”

Eden and Emma looked at each other with big grins before giggling and racing back to the van to start unpacking. Brooke smirked and followed after. Even Adrienne leaned in and rubbed my shoulder, a twinkle in her hazel eyes as she muttered, “Well, I DO have a new bikini I’ve wanted to try out. But I was worried it would be too scandalous. What do you think? Should I try it?”

I glanced back and forth between Adrienne and DJ for a few seconds, imagining just how their glorious bodies would look in the skimpiest of skimpy swimwear.

Yeah, this was going to be a good summer.

I’ll admit that measuring the girls’ development by how they looked in their bikinis every summer might not be the most scientific process, but it was certainly enjoyable. Eden and Emma were now allowed to wear actual bikinis, meaning triangles of cloth with strings connecting them as opposed to the sports-bra and boyshorts-style two-piece suits Mom had them wearing before. Eden’s bikini was dark red, and she wore a color-matched scrunchy to tie her hair back in a ponytail. Emma’s was a pastel pink, and she had a color-matched headband holding her bang back while leaving the rest loose to fall down across her shoulders. The suits themselves were still relatively conservative, covering good portions of their bodies; but they still proved that the twins were growing up and filling out on their way to womanhood. And I couldn’t help but notice that the twins both had erect nipples that proudly poked through the thin material of their tops.

In past years, Eden and Emma would simply scamper past me and head off to find Ana Ramirez and Jenny Wong, their best friends at camp. But this year, the girls paused and preened in front of me, showing off their growing boobs, actual breasts light-years in development beyond mere “puffies”.

But when Brooke emerged, my attention immediately gravitated to their big sister. Realizing they no longer had my attention, the twins then left in search of their friends. I couldn’t help myself; Brooke had become a woman. My 17-year-old little sister, topped out at 5’7” but more voluptuous than Brandi, showed off those fuller curves by packing her 32Cs into a dark green bikini that pressed her tits together to create even fuller cleavage. And as always, her tight ass was absolutely divine and put on display by triangular bottoms that didn’t quite cover 50% of her buttcheeks.

Adrienne was out next, blindingly gorgeous and wearing, as promised, a scandalously sexy outfit. This one wasn’t even a traditionally styled bikini, but rather a one-piece (technically) that left her belly completely exposed. Tapered straps then ran up from her hips like a big “X”, covering her breasts and THEN crisscrossing at her upper chest before wrapping around her neck halter-style. This left her back completely exposed, and with her hair covering the neck strap, from behind she appeared to be topless. Also, because of the massive size of her tits, the fabric was pulled away from her body well before reaching up to her tits, exposing pretty much the entire lower hemispheres of both globes before just barely covering her nipples. And in that moment, broken-up or not, sister or not, I could think of nothing but tackling her and running my tongue along the undersides of her fabulous tits.

“Wow, Adrienne,” I stammered. “I love the suit. When the hell did you get it?” She had barely gone out without me since we’d come home from Berkeley.

“Oh, this thing?” Adrienne twisted coyly, profiling herself for maximum sex appeal while thrusting out her chest. The effect only stretched the fabric taut against her body, making the empty gap beneath her breasts even more obvious. My eyes were obviously drawn to her breasts, as were Brooke’s, and Adrienne simply giggled as we ogled her quite openly.

Adrienne finally flicked her eyes back to me. “I bought it on Telegraph a few months ago, planning to bring it to camp this year. When I first saw it in the store, I just stood there for like five minutes imagining the expression on my boyfriend’s face.”

I stood there, whole-heartedly admiring her mind-blowing figure.

Adrienne sighed. “You’re not my boyfriend anymore, but it’s nice to know I can still turn your head.”

I glanced up at her. My agreement to just be like a brother to her or not, I let my lust for her body shine through my eyes. “Always, Adrienne.” I grinned. “Forever and always.” For a moment, I really was about to jump her.

Only one thing stopped me from doing so, and that was DJ emerging from the other cabin. If my dick hadn’t been hard already from the twins, Brooke, and then Adrienne, I swore the thing could break through steel once I saw DJ’s bikini, which seemed like something out of the Wicked Weasel catalog Kenny had once shown me.

With no older sisters present to keep her in check, the 17-year-old blonde bombshell had sought to top even Adrienne by wearing a thong bikini bottom in lime green, a stark contrast to her nicely tanned body. The tiny triangle in front barely covered her pussy lips and simultaneously proved she was shaven completely bare. I figured if she leaned forward just right, her slit would become exposed. The rest of it was little more than dental floss, completely exposing her ass it all it’s perky glory. And the top wasn’t much better. Technically, there was more fabric than mere triangles over her nipples, but not by much. The lime green material was still in triangles, but vertically-elongated triangles that started as a point at the tops of her breasts and widened, just a little, all the way down to the bottoms of her breasts to meet the string that wrapped in a perfect circle around her upper torso. Each triangle wasn’t much wider than each areola, a fact proven by the hard nipples making obvious points in the material. And the whole ensemble was so thin and sheer that I just KNEW it would become absolutely see-thru once it got wet.

Last year, I’d been so overstimulated that I literally had dragged Adrienne into our cabin and fucked the shit out of her. Today, after having gone over a week without sex and several days without even an ejaculation, I found myself on the verge of doing the same ... to DJ this time.

But this year, Jack and Deanna Evans were still home. “DJ!” Jack barked. “Oh, HELL no!”

The blonde teenager promptly turned and whined. “But Daaad!”

“Oh, no, young lady. Maybe when you’re twenty-one. Maybe.”

Deanna jumped in. “Go put some more clothes on young lady.”

“Pssht,” DJ pouted. “It’s just Ben! And it’s not like he’s never seen me naked.”

“Perhaps,” Deanna reasoned. “And if Ben was the only boy down at the lake I might have let you wear that thing. But Ben’s not. And you WILL go inside and change.”

“Fine,” DJ moped. But just before she went into her cabin, she turned and winked at me. “I’ll let you stare at me in this suit later ... I promise.” There was quite the seductive husk in her voice, to go along with the simmering, intense look she was giving me. And then the gorgeous blonde went inside.

I hungrily stared at DJ’s exposed asscheeks all the way until they were out of sight. And then sighing, I turned to start ogling Brooke and Adrienne. Naturally, my eyes gravitated back to Adrienne’s tits.

“Not now, Ben,” Adrienne sighed and folded her arms over her chest to block paradise from view.

“Aww...” I moaned plaintively at first, and then cut myself off as her words sunk in. I arched an eyebrow and asked, “Wait, does ‘not now’ imply a ‘later’?”

Adrienne blushed and glanced away, biting her lower lip before coming back to me and rather obviously dropping her gaze down to the bulge in my shorts. She sighed. “Not now.”

I could live with that. I ogled my ex-girlfriend and current adoptive sister one more time. I could dream about ‘later’. After all, magical things happened at camp.

As I mentioned before, we were coming to camp a little later than usual. In hindsight, the extra week was perfect in that it gave us more time to recover from the Adam-incidents and for me and Adrienne to heal from our injuries. Not only were we coming a week later, but we’d also gotten caught in traffic when the CHP shut down Highway 5 for a hour to clean up a jackknifed big rig. Plus, we were delayed with DJ having to go in and change her bikini. Adrienne also opted to switch suits, realizing that her scandalously-styled outfit might actually create a scandal with some of the boys (and not a few of the married husbands as well).

So we arrived hours after our usual time. But our fashionably late entrance gave us perfect timing with two of our most special camp friends.

“Andrew!” Brooke exclaimed as we neared the lake. My beautiful sister peeled out and headed to the left toward Andrew Hemingway, the nice guy Brooke had more or less made her “summer boyfriend” for the past two years. He was a handsome kid, a year older than her but certainly not as experienced as my wild little sister. Brooke had even taken the boy’s cherry last summer. And from the way she leaped into his arms and started raining kisses on him, it seemed that the pair would be picking up right where they left off.

But even though Brooke had left our little group, it turned out there was another hot babe ready to take her place. “Hiii, guys,” a smoky voice drifted in from the right.

Adrienne was the first to turn and cheer, “Felicia!” She then scampered up to the gorgeous older brunette and the two came together for a giggling, excited hug.

Felicia pecked Adrienne on the cheek before turning and raising her silver-framed sunglasses up onto her forehead. Her large, expressive pale blue eyes went wide for a moment as she looked at the young blonde next to me and exclaimed, “DJ? Good lord you’ve grown up!”

No one looked more surprised than DJ when the 23-year-old fashion model hopped up to her, giving her a warm hug and a peck on the cheek. I still remembered only a few years ago when Felicia and the Dayna Evans were bitter rivals. Dawn was just barely on Felicia’s radar and DJ was practically invisible to the older brunette. Then again, DJ was growing up and besides, the pair of them DID have sex last summer during our post-dance orgy.

And then finally Felicia came back to me. Instead of launching herself at me, she paused and smiled while I initiated the greetings by saying, “Hey, Felice.”

The gorgeous brunette shivered happily at the nickname, a radiant smile quickly spreading across her face. And with a slow, deliberate grace, she walked straight up to me and pressed herself into my chest, wrapping her arms around me in a warm hug. “Hiii...” she hummed softly.

I was momentarily confused by the heartfelt gesture, but I smiled and patted her back. Felicia squeezed me one more time before pulling her head back and tilting her head to kiss my lips tenderly; and then she eventually pulled back. Sighing, the gorgeous brunette stepped away and blushed as she glanced at Adrienne. “Sorry about that.”

Adrienne just smirked and looked back and forth between the two of us. “Hey, no need to apologize. He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

Felicia’s head jerked up. “He’s not? When did this happen?”

I shrugged. “End of school. It’s cool.”

“What happened?” Felicia looked in shock. Apparently she was of the impression Adrienne and I would be together forever. I knew how she felt.

Adrienne gestured with one hand to me. “It’s complicated, but I think we’ve worked things out.”

I nodded, reminding myself that it was best for everyone.

“Well...” In a split-second, Felicia turned from surprised to intrigued. “In that case, maybe you and I can find some quality time together over the next few weeks,” the gorgeous brunette drawled seductively while sidling back up to me, a sultry smile on her face. But her eyes darted to my right, toward DJ, and she abruptly came to a dead stop. “Or maybe not.”

I looked to my right as well and saw DJ glaring at Felicia with a clear ‘Back off, bitch!’ expression, and Felicia backed off. At almost the same moment, DJ came up and practically tried to melt herself around my right arm.

Chuckling, Felicia then turned to Adrienne. “I see some things never change, though.”

Adrienne smiled enigmatically back at the older girl. And then she crooked her arm out to Felicia, saying, “Come on and let’s find somewhere to sun ourselves. I’m sure Ben would love to rub some sunblock on the three of us.”

DJ squeezed me and chirped. “I’m first!”

I awoke when my arm banged onto the floor. It was a good thing to, since the arm broke my fall and helped me avoid banging my face into the floor. Almost immediately, I rolled and then sat up, my eyes darting around the cabin looking for signs of danger.

All I found were giggling little sisters. Eden was perched on my bunk, cackling evilly.

“Eden!” I barked as I sat up, rubbing my arm. “You can really HURT someone like that!”

“Pssh. C’mon, it’s carpet,” my 13-year-old baby sister waved me off. “Anyways, you’re gonna be late for breakfast.”

Then Emma dropped down onto my lap, her hands going to my shoulders and pinning me flat on my back across the floor. “On the other hand, we’re all alone right now.” My other baby sister settled her crotch over my morning erection and started grinding herself against it. “Maybe there are other things we could do...”

I groaned and lay the back of my head on the floor for a moment, enjoying the feeling of a cute girl rubbing herself on my dick. But I reached up to grip Emma’s hips and lifted her clear of me. “I wish. But we’ve got to get to breakfast before the food’s all gone. I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, c’mon Em,” Eden said. “We gotta meet up with Ana and Jenny.”

Emma frowned but got up. I turned to look for my clothes and reached for them. But when I sat back on my bunk and started undressing, I realized the twins were sitting on Brooke’s bunk across from me just watching intently. “You gonna sit there and stare?”

“Yup,” Emma smirked, her eyes dancing. Eden nodded in confirmation with that evil grin on her face again. I just sighed and pulled my shirt over my head. I’d showered the previous night, so I’d slept in a clean pair of boxers. But just to tease the girls, I changed my shorts as well. The girls giggling when my dick came into view ensured that my morning wood wasn’t going to go soft just yet.

Along the way, I glanced around the room and realized that Adrienne’s bunk was completely made, as if she’d either remade the bed before leaving, or... “Did Adrienne come back last night?” I asked the girls.

Eden shrugged. “Dunno. But she wasn’t here when we woke up.”

I smiled to myself as naughty thoughts came to mind. I wasn’t terribly worried. Adrienne was nineteen and could take care of herself. And I wasn’t jealous. After all, we weren’t together anymore and I had no rights to tell her who she could and couldn’t spend the night with.

Besides ... if Adrienne had spent the entire previous evening with Felicia, I couldn’t be jealous over that. I might ask them to let me watch next time, but I couldn’t be jealous.

In any case, I let the twins escort me down to the lodge, the girls chattering non-stop in that early teenage way they had. Once there, I found that Adrienne had returned and joined the family. I arched an eyebrow knowingly at her and she blushed cutely while I took the available seat between her and DJ.

“Does Grace know what you’re up to?” I asked quietly. After all, Adrienne was supposed to be in a committed relationship with her girlfriend, her birthday party notwithstanding.

“Yes, Dad,” Adrienne mocked sarcastically. But then she turned serious and explained, “Nothing happened. Felicia and I got to talking and we stayed up half the night catching up. Rather than walk back, Felicia just invited me to share the bed. We were clothed. And no way were we going to start something with her parents in the next room.”

I nodded in understanding. But I did glance back over at her and lean in, muttering, “Well if you do fall off the wagon, promise me you two will invite me to watch...”

Adrienne chuckled and shook her head. “No need. Even if Felicia and I decide to do something like that, you’ll already be well occupied.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “I will?”

Adrienne flashed me a wide smile. “Yes. You will.”

On cue, DJ rubbed my forearm and as I turned, she held up a plastic pitcher, smiling radiantly. “More juice, Ben?”

I found myself at a loss of what to do as I returned back to my cabin after breakfast. In years past, I would always meet up with Dawn and we would quite literally spend every waking hour together until it was time to go to sleep. Even last year, after the initial week and a half of Adrienne’s cold war with my best friend, Dawn joined us and we three then spent all our time together.

But this year? Dawn wasn’t coming. And as I walked back to the cabin with Adrienne, my ex-girlfriend/current sister informed me that she and Felicia were heading off together to do ‘girl stuff’.

“You’re leaving me?” I complained.

“Let’s not get into this again, Ben. We’re not even together anymore and you KNOW I do my own thing,” Adrienne sighed. “Besides, it’s not like you don’t have other friends.”

“How do you know Felicia doesn’t want me along for your ‘girl stuff’?” I grumbled petulantly.

Adrienne smiled and rubbed my arm. “In this case, ‘girl stuff’ actually means TALKING. She and I didn’t spend nearly enough time together this past year, so there’s a lot to catch up on. Besides, if it’s your dick you’re worried about, you’re worrying about nothing.”

“What do you mean?” Actually, I WAS worried about my dick. I’d spent the last couple of years fucking non-stop at summer camp and I’d kinda gotten used to it.

“Hi, Ben!” a new voice chirped as Adrienne and I approached the cabin.

I turned in surprise and muttered, “Oh.” Yeah, I could be kinda slow on the uptake.

DJ stood up from the bench outside my cabin, dressed in her hiking gear with a backpack sitting on the porch next to her. Her khaki shorts barely extended below her crotch, showing off her long legs. The short-sleeved forest green T-shirt was both quite form-fitting, outlining her oversized breasts. And the hem was tied off in a knot, exposing her flat stomach and belly button. Her sunny blonde hair was in its usual pigtails, with a matching green bandanna covering her head now. And in her hiking boots, the girl looked both athletically tomboyish and mouth-wateringly sexy at the same time.

“DJ!” I exclaimed. “What’s the deal? Where’s Brooke?”

The cute younger girl flashed me a brilliant smile full of sparkling white teeth and said, “She’s meeting up with Andrew today. That means I’m free to go ‘hiking’ with you!”

There was a rather obvious innuendo in DJ’s voice. “Hiking?” I repeated.

“Yeah... hiking,” DJ giggled, which made her tits wobble enticingly. “Just like you and Dawn used to do.”

I knew exactly what Dawn and I used to do on our hikes. My cock practically sprung to attention right then and there. But still I hesitated. “Uh, I’m sure you don’t mean exactly the way Dawn and I used to do.”

“Oh, no. I do mean exactly.” There was no mistaking the predatory expression on DJ’s face.

“See?” Adrienne clapped me on my back. “You were worried about nothing.”

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck,” DJ chanted happily in a doggy-position while I held her hip with my left hand, pumping her rapidly as my thick dick stretched the blonde 17-year-old’s tight snatch. My right hand was holding both of her braided pigtails together, not tugging but just giving her a little reminder every time she wanted to lower her head and thrust herself back against me.

As always, her tight vaginal walls seemed to be pulsing against me with a steady [bu-BUMP] [bu-BUMP], matching her heartbeat. It was simply incredible the way her pussy pulsed like that. Of all the girls I’d ever been with, none of them ever felt quite like DJ. And even though I was the one who got to fuck her right now, I found that I envied whatever lovers she’d had other than me.

Presently, I could feel the red-hot teenager was ramping up to an orgasm. Her pussy muscles had started spasming around me regularly, intervals that were shortening and shortening while her breathing and chanting similarly sped up. “Oh, gawwwd,” DJ groaned as she approached detonation. And then she howled, “I’m gonna cum!”

I carefully controlled my thrusts, timing myself to her body’s cues. I let my left hand drift back from her hip along her buttcheek, readying myself for the final maneuvers that I KNEW would set her off. After all, we were basically doing the exact same thing we had yesterday morning.

Yesterday, DJ had led me on a hike to Dawn’s and my special clearing. At first, I’d expressed some hesitance since that particular spot had special importance and sentimental value to me and Dawn. But DJ told me plainly, “Dawn knows. She said it was OK.”

I had needed some convincing. “Really?” After all, I’d never been to the clearing without Dawn. Sure, we often brought other girls with us, but I’d never been there without my partner.

“Of course!” DJ had rolled her eyes at me. “I wouldn’t lie to you because then Dawn would rip my head off if she found out later. Really, it’s not a big deal to her. And she felt bad for quote-unquote ‘abandoning’ you this summer. So she gave me the green light to keep you company.” The sparkle in DJ’s blue eyes was unmistakable.

DJ was probably right. Maybe I was overemphasizing the “specialness” of Dawn’s and my clearing. After all, it was just a patch of grass. And Dawn wasn’t even coming to camp this year. I supposed that symbolized the way Dawn felt about our relationship now. She was with Ryan now, and maybe things like our special clearing just didn’t matter to her anymore. I still thought it was someplace sacred, but like DJ said, to Dawn it wasn’t a “big deal”.

In any case, I’d been sporting wood since we started hiking and I’d started staring at DJ’s ass from behind, so I wasn’t about to argue the point much further. And DJ wasn’t much for arguing either as she promptly tackled me onto the blankets the moment I got them laid out and then set about ripping my clothes off.

So yesterday we’d ended up fucking each other’s brains out all morning and this morning was shaping up the same way. Yesterday, I’d bunched up DJ’s forest green T-shirt around her neck while gripping her big, swaying tits from behind. Her bandanna had fallen off her forehead to cover her eyes, blinding her to every sensation except for the feeling of my dick splitting her juicing cunt. Today, she was wearing white instead of green and skipped the bandanna entirely, having learned from the previous day. And as the sexy, stacked teenager tensed up in the approach to orgasm, I suddenly yanked back on her pigtails with my right hand and slid my left thumb into her ass.

“AAAHHH!!!” DJ wailed, just like yesterday, her entire back arching along with her neck as I kept tugging on her hair. Her tight cunt clamped down almost painfully around my rod, and I had to put a lot of extra force into my thrusts to continue powering my way in and out of her slender body.

One other thing was different from yesterday, aside from DJ’s attire. Yesterday, I’d been so wound up from not having sex in such a long time that DJ’s first orgasm had been enough to pull the cum from my body, forcing me to spurt my load into her before I really wanted to.

Today, I had my ejaculation control back.

DJ’s arms got wobbly from the force of her first orgasm of the morning, and once I let go of her pigtails she let her chest collapse down onto the blankets. Her knees started buckling as well and getting a good grip on her hips so I wouldn’t be dislodged, I let the rest of her torso drop down the blankets as she pivoted and ended up on her left side.

I grabbed her right leg then and moved it up, pushing her knee toward her own chest to give me a better angle to continue thrusting into her. And as I started pounding away, my pelvis impacting her tight asscheeks with audible slapping noises, the slender blonde began moaning helplessly.

“Oh, yeah ... so good ... oh, yeah ... oh, yeah...” she moaned, her semi-limp body swaying back and forth with each thrust.

The pleasure built inside me as my skin heated up even further. I growled while hunching myself over the younger girl’s body, beads of sweat dropping off my chin to splatter against her naked skin. Reaching up with my right hand, I grabbed one of her big tits and squeezed it, reveling in the feel of her pebbly nipple against my palm. My left hand had never left her ass, my thumb embedded in her rectum the entire time.

That thumb gave me a fresh idea. I’d only ever fucked DJ’s ass the one time after the camp’s big dance, and as I saw her buttcheeks jiggling with each impact I decided I had to sodomize her again. So releasing her big tit, I buried myself to the hilt inside her pussy and held that position while reaching across her body to try and grab my pack without pulling out of her nubile body.

“Aww...” DJ moaned. “I was so close to another one.”

“In a minute, kiddo,” I huffed, still breathing hard. “I promise that when camp ends, you will NOT be complaining about not getting enough orgasms.”

“Ah, fuck yeah...” she crooned and lay her head back down while I successfully retrieved the lube.

I figured DJ had rested enough for now, and after grabbing her hips and parking the sexy young blonde back on all fours, I resumed thrusting while letting her also buck her hips back at me. Letting her do the work, I pulled my thumb out of her ass, coated it with Astroglide, and popped it back in. DJ groaned as she felt the slippery digit penetrate deeper than it had before. And then she whimpered when I pulled my cock free and took the time to lube it as well.

“What are you doing?” she gasped.

“Getting ready to fuck your ass.” And then I didn’t give her any more time to contemplate that as I pulled my thumb back out and quickly started pressing my rigid cock through her dilated anus.

“Oh, shit,” DJ squealed as the mushroom head popped past her sphincter, causing her to clench up so tightly that I was prevented from moving any further. I quickly slid one hand around to manipulate her clit while reaching the other around to tweak her nipple. And hanging her head down, DJ relaxed her anal muscles and groaned as I slowly imbedded the rest of my thick cock up her back door.

“Oh, yesss...” DJ hissed. “You’re so fucking BIG!”

“You like that?” I grunted as I pressed my crotch right up against her buttcheeks.

“Fuck, yeah!” she barked enthusiastically.

“You like me fucking your ass?”

“Fuck, yeah!” She started humping herself back and forth, sliding my dick in and out of her clenching asshole.

“You wanna feel it again tomorrow?”

“Fuck, YEAH!”

“You gonna be my fuckslut this summer?” The rush of adrenaline was going to my head.

“Fuck, y-y-yeah!” DJ stuttered as she shivered, seemingly from a small orgasm.

“You gonna let me take you whenever the urge strikes me?” My own pleasure was definitely going to my head and giving me quite the power rush. “You gonna let me bend you over whenever I want and fuck you so hard that you see stars?”

“FUCK, YEAH!” DJ screamed, really slamming her ass back against my cock.

“Will you be mine, kiddo? Just mine for this month?” I growled. “No other guys. Just me. Just be MY cumslut.”

“Fuck, YEAH! YESSS!!!”

“Just let me fuck you every day, all day. Just let me fill you with this gorgeous, wonderful dick at every possible moment. Let me give you such ecstasy you can’t even imagine.”

“YES! PLEASE! YES!” DJ howled. “You’re all I want, Ben! You’re all I ever wanted! I was addicted to your dick from the first time you ever fucked me! Fuckme-fuckme-fuckme! Whenever! Wherever! Forget fucking Dawn and FUCK ME!”

DJ shrieked her pretty little head off, her whole body vibrating as she thrashed about, nearly dislodging my prick once. I had to move both of my hands back to her hips just to keep her beneath me as I lunged myself deep into her ass with every stroke, finally impacting her so hard her knees gave way again and we fell to the ground, my dick throbbing as my balls began evacuating their contents into her spasming bowels.

“FUUUCK!” DJ screamed again, her hands scrabbling at the blankets while I crushed her body beneath mine. Her hips still vibrated with her own orgasm. And she yelled “FUUUUCK!” again as my dick continued splashing her innards with hot, sticky cum.

DJ only whimpered one thing before she passed out cold. I was so drained from my own orgasm that it didn’t even sink into my brain until after she was unconscious.

But sometime after I caught my breath and started to push myself off of DJ’s sweaty body, I realized that she’d said, “Oh Ben, I love you.”

Whoa, whoa, WHOA! I rolled onto my side, breathing hard again even though I’d already caught my breath. I shut my eyes and shook my head rapidly, trying to jar my brain loose. Surely DJ hadn’t just said what I thought she’d said.

Blinking my eyes open again, I looked over the gorgeous babe’s slumbering body, sprawled out on her belly with her head turned towards me. DJ was a wet dream come to life. Her face was surpassingly beautiful, with exquisite cheekbones and crystal blue eyes. She had the lithe build of an exotic lingerie model, with the firmness of a teenager and full breasts that were just UNFAIR to the general female population. The 17-year-old girl was so achingly gorgeous and purely fuckable that I felt a fresh twitching in my cock despite having just spunked a massive load up her ass only minutes before.

And now she had just said that she loved me? WHAT?

My mind raced through my history with the youngest Evans daughter. My first conscious memories of her were as a 3-year-old brat who, along with Brooke, kept crawling into Dawn’s and my play area, ruining whatever the two of us were doing. I’d hated her back then. When you’re only 5, a 2-year age gap is an eternity. And DJ being a brat was a trend that continued right up until my family moved to Orange County.

If Dawn and I built a sandcastle, DJ and Brooke would knock it over. If Dawn wanted to pretend we were a married couple having a tea party, the younger girls would invade and want to join in playing our daughters or servants or something. If Dawn and I wanted to go climbing on the jungle gym, DJ would be right behind, dragging Brooke along in her wake.

Once my family moved away, though, DJ and Brooke seemed to grow up into their own independence. We only met up at camp, and the younger girls would set off to do their own things while Dawn and I headed off to our special clearing. Throughout my early teen years, I didn’t do much with DJ, spending time with kids my own age while she did the same.

Then came summer camp two years ago. DJ had just recently lost her virginity to a fumbling moron in the backseat of a car, three pumps and an apology. And having recently discovered her burgeoning sexuality, the barely 15-year-old girl set off to “do it right”. She talked Dawn into letting her join us; and from then on we’d been friendly fuck buddies. There were never any hesitations to consider each other’s feelings. There were never any concerns for how sex might change our relationship. DJ wanted to fuck, and to fuck well. I was only too happy to oblige her.

From what I’d gathered, DJ had then spent the next year playing the field, stringing along several guys without committing to a single one. And when we all returned to camp, the cute blonde had been eager to pick up right where we’d left off.

Of course, we hadn’t been able to go straight to fucking. There was all the drama with Adrienne and Dawn at the time, but once that was out of the way we went right back to being fuck-buddies. And the few times DJ wasn’t joining us, she was up to her usual Dayna-style flirtations, playing multiple boys at the same time without ever settling down. In the end, it had backfired on her, both her dates to the big Camp Dance leaving her hanging; but she’d joined up with me and my dates to cap off her evening anyways.

Then there was this past year. I hadn’t kept tabs much on DJ, busy with Dawn and Adrienne and Keira and Paige and assorted other dramas. The only time we’d spent significant time together was at Thanksgiving, when she’d seriously been looking for a chance to nail me but never found the opportunity.

And now we were here. Now that I was 19 and she 17, the 2-year age gap didn’t seem such a big deal anymore. And DJ HAD latched herself onto me pretty damn quickly. She HAD spent the entire first evening by my side, flirting, chattering non-stop, and distracting me enough that I never even noticed when Adrienne and Felicia slipped away. When we’d all gathered around the bonfire, DJ had made me wrap my arms around her from behind, holding her marshmallow roasting stick with her while she cooed and snuggled against me. And she’d left me with a VERY intense goodnight kiss that nearly melted my socks off.

Then she’d spent all of yesterday fucking my brains out. Even beyond the fucking at the clearing, DJ had pulled me into the shower at her family’s cabin, soaping us up and titillating me until I’d planted her back against the cold tile wall, hoisted her up with my hands, and screwed us both to screaming orgasms. Then while we were relaxing by the lake with Adrienne, Felicia, Brooke, and Andrew, the little minx decided to join me on my lounge chair and surreptitiously give me a handjob. It took quite an effort not to spray in my swim trunks.

All afternoon, DJ had been making suggestive innuendoes to me while not even bothering to try and flirt with any of the cute boys she normally flirted with. Ever since we’d arrived at camp, the beautiful blonde had been firmly attached to my side, publicly declaring me as her property. And even during mealtimes, her hand had remained on my leg whenever it wasn’t busy serving me extra food or pouring my drink or doing whatever she could to help me. For close to 48-straight hours, except for sleeping, DJ had been doing her best to crawl inside my skin.

And now she’d said she loved me. I had no idea why.

But as she began stirring awake, I figured I was about to find out.

I figured wrong.

Once DJ woke up, she merely smiled at me sleepily and then stretched out, making my eyes bug out as she turned over and let me ogle her naked beauty. Like all the Evans girls, she was shaved completely bare. And those 34DD tits barely sagged at all, even when she was flat on her back. I couldn’t help but bend down and give her a soft kiss, one that turned into a rather volcanic liplock once her arms went around my neck and tugged me against her.

The idea of asking her about the “I love you” comment almost flew out of my mind with that kiss ... but only almost. When we broke for air, I set my jaw and looked the pretty girl in her eyes. And then I said, “DJ, we have to talk.”

She giggled at the stern expression on my face, mockingly setting her own jaw and comically trying to look stern herself. “Yes, Ben. We need to talk,” she grunted in a faux-baritone voice.

DJ wasn’t being serious. I sighed and asked, “Are you really in love with me?”

She immediately snorted. “What?” The pretty girl cracked up and looked away, shaking her head. “Whatever gave you that idea?”

The way she said it was so dismissive and ridiculing that I immediately wanted to take back the question. No way DJ loved me. No WAY. We were just friends. It must have all been in my head. It wouldn’t have been the first time an incredible orgasm had fucked with my brain. I winced and blushed, turning my head away. “Uh, nothing, nothing. Just before you passed out, you mumbled and I must have misheard you.”

“Aww, Ben,” DJ sighed, reaching up to take my face in her palm. “You’re funny.” Then she grinned. “And sexy...” she husked as she raised herself up, pressing those glorious tits into my chest and tilting her head back to thrust her pouty lips at me. Her tongue came out to snake across her lower lip as she practically hummed, “And so fucking good at fucking...”

My heart fluttered. She really DID look like Dawn in this moment. And I seized her face in my hands and did my best to give her my best approximation of a volcanic kiss.

DJ moaned into my kiss and when we broke away, she started giggling. “And sweaty! You’re also very sweaty!” Quickly hopping up with a boundless energy that had always been her trademark, the gorgeous naked girl started prancing off the clearing toward the creek. “Let’s go skinny-dipping and get cleaned up!” Already her feet were splashing into the water.

I was still reeling from my very momentary Dawn fantasy, and when I looked up again, I saw that DJ had waded to the middle of the creek, the water only coming up to her mid-thighs. But she ducked as low as she could and put her head in the water, flipping her head back to send her wet hair flying and splattering droplets far behind her. She slicked her now dark blonde tresses behind her ears and then fixed me with a smokily seductive face. Did I mention I love the wet look?

“Whaddaya say, Ben? Have you ever fucked in the middle of the creek here before?”

I blinked rapidly, as if I were staring into the brilliance of the sun. Buck naked and dripping wet: gawd DAMN DJ was so sexy! And no, I never actually HAD fucked out in the middle of the creek before and I wondered what it would be like. As DJ continued smiling at me, running her hands all over her wet, naked body, I grinned and got off the blankets, wading out to join her.

This was gonna be FUN.

“Mmm ... DJ, this is dangerous...” I groaned.

“Mmph,” the cute, blonde teenager mumbled, her voice muffled by my cock filling her mouth. She popped off long enough to say, “Re-LAX. I told you, my mom and dad aren’t coming back here before dinner. And even if they did, you really think they’d care?”

I sighed and dropped my head back, accepting her answer. One side benefit to DJ being the only Evans daughter on this trip meant that her cabin was well and truly empty most of the day. Then I groaned in pleasure as the little minx re-inhaled my prick, this time taking me all the way down and using her throat muscles to massage my cockhead. And all further worries about parents flew out of my head as my brain began swimming in pleasurable endorphins while the sexy teen expertly fellated me.

It didn’t take long before I was painting DJ’s tonsils with my sticky load of cum. And as each jet of spunk flowed out of me and down her gullet, I felt myself floating away on a cloud of bliss. This had truly been an incredible four days of pleasure. DJ had attacked me with an enthusiasm and endurance I hadn’t experienced in a long time, at least from only one girl. In a way, she reminded me of my early days of being sixteen with Dawn, when that Evans daughter had first discovered the joys of sex at camp.

And then it hit me. “What day is it today?”

DJ furrowed her eyebrows and gulped, using a finger to wipe up the last traces of semen from her lips. “Huh?”

I glanced down at the pretty girl, seeing the confusion in her crystal blue eyes. They were so much like Dawn’s. “What day is it today?” I repeated.

“Wednesday,” she replied. “Why?”

“No, the date.” I shook my head. “It’s the 9th, isn’t it?”

“So?”

“It’s Dawn’s birthday!” I sat up suddenly.

DJ sighed and sat back, arching her eyebrow. “You just came a gallon in my mouth and you’re thinking about Dawn?”

I blinked rapidly, recognizing the tone of an annoyed female immediately. “No, no. It’s not that, Deej.” I quickly moved forward and kissed her, holding her shoulders tightly. “Sorry, just random thing popped into my head. I think this is the first of Dawn’s birthdays I ever missed.”

DJ snorted. “Do you even know when MY birthday is?”

I smiled. “Of course. April 16th.”

DJ went from scowling to smiling immediately. “You DO know!”

I grinned. “It’s exactly a week after mine.” Then I sighed and looked away. “I’ve got to call her.”

DJ frowned. “Call her? You never called me on my birthday,” she pouted.

I smiled and reached out to brush my hands against her cheek. “We were never that close, kiddo.”

“Still,” she pouted further. “It would have been nice...”

“Next year, I promise.”

“Really?” The cute girl perked up.

“Sure. And after that, we’ll both be at school together, right? You’re coming to Berkeley, aren’t you?”

“I hope.”

I sat up and started fumbling with my shorts, zipping myself back up. “C’mon. Let’s go to the lodge so I can find a phone.”

“Do we have to?” DJ whined. “We’ve still got an hour before dinner...” She leaned forward on the bed, planting her hands between her legs and thrusting her cleavage at me.

My mouth watered as I glanced down at the firm melons that had nothing to do with the upcoming dinner, but I was on a one-track mind at this point. “I’ll make it up to you. I really want to make sure I get a hold of Dawn.”

DJ rather nervously bit her lip, but she didn’t stop me from climbing off the bed. I reached my hand out to her, helping her dismount down to the floor. And then we set off to head down to the lodge.

“You can’t believe how happy I am that you called me!” Dawn bubbled into the phone. Ordinarily, I’m not a phone person. Things just don’t click for me when I can’t see whoever I’m talking to, can’t read the expressions on their face. But the joy in Dawn’s voice was unmistakable. I had no problem “reading” her enthusiasm.

“You’re my Dawn. And it’s your birthday. Just because you’re not at camp this year doesn’t change that,” I said firmly. “Still ... I wish you WERE here...”

“I know. I’m still sorry it had to be this way.”

“Don’t worry about it. If nothing else, I’m sure Ryan is thrilled you’re staying nearby.”

Dawn chuckled. “Of course. He wouldn’t say it, but he was freaking out about the idea of you and me at camp again. Last year was one thing, but ... well...”

“I know. It’s fine. Less temptation this way. Besides, your little sister has been quite eager to take up the slack.” I chuckled. “Seriously Dawn, DJ has been an absolute nymphomaniac. Girl hasn’t left my side for the entire camp.”

“Really?” Dawn giggled. And then with a thoughtful tone, she added, “You know, as soon as DJ found out I wasn’t coming to camp, her eyes got REALLY big. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I think it’s because she knew you were going to be single this summer. That girl’s had a crush on you for a long time.”

It was my turn to wonder, “Really?”

“Really. I once asked her why she’s never settled down with a serious boyfriend. At first, I thought it was because she’d gotten too much advice from Dayna about playing with many boys being more fun than just being with one. But DJ just said that none of the boys she ever met measured up to you.”

“Really?”

Dawn giggled. “Really. I wonder if I should worry about little sis trying to poach you while I’m gone.”

I chuckled. “Nah. We’re just friends ... well ... horny friends. The kiddo won’t leave my dick alone.”

Dawn laughed. “I’ll bet. And I’m sure you have lots of opportunities with my old cabin being empty most of the time.”

“We have. Plus, we spend a lot of time at the clearing.”

Dawn went quiet for a few seconds. Dead quiet. And when her voice came back, there was an obvious tension in her tone. “You took her to our clearing?”

I blinked twice in surprise at her tone. “Uh, yeah.”

“To OUR clearing?” Dawn said a little more harshly. “You fucked her in OUR special clearing? Alone?”

“Whoa! Whoa!” I waved my hands, momentarily forgetting that Dawn couldn’t see me. “Wait a minute. DJ said quite explicitly that she asked your permission. And now that I think about it, she said you specifically gave her the green light to keep me company this summer since you were quote/unquote ‘abandoning’ me.”

“I never said ANY of that!”

“What? Seriously?” I exclaimed a little too loudly, then winced and looked around, making sure no one was staring at me. There weren’t a lot of public phone connections at camp, just small phone booths in a hallway off the main lounge. And with no cell tower nearby I didn’t have that option, either. I just shut the phone booth door a little more tightly and whispered harshly. “DJ said she knew you’d rip her head off later if you found out.”

“I would! I will!”

Ah, hell.

DJ immediately knew something was up when I went to join our families for dinner. She took one look at my face and hers went ashen gray. Then, when I moved to take my usual seat between her and Adrienne, she didn’t make any attempts to put her hand on my leg or otherwise get frisky and flirty the way she usually did. And I wasn’t doing anything to engage her, either.

I wasn’t the only one to notice the change in behaviors between me and the youngest Evans daughter. Mom glared at me as if I’d done something to upset the girl while DJ’s mom looked more curious than anything. And across the table, the twins were whispering to each other in hushed tones while not-so-subtly darting glances at the two of us.

After a semi-awkward dinner, we broke up to do our usual evening things, agreeing to rendezvous at the bonfire later on. I turned to look for DJ and saw her walking rather hurriedly away, and I called out, “Deej! Wait! Hang on!”

She put her head down and sped up her walking, so I literally broke into a run to catch up to her. We’d gotten a good distance away from anyone else or any buildings as I grabbed her arm and turned around right in front of her, blocking her path. “Hey, hey.”

“I’m sorry!” she wailed, moisture in her eyes. “You weren’t supposed to find out!”

“Whoa, whoa,” I held her from running away. “Find out what?”

“Don’t you know?”

I winced and took a deep breath. Sometimes I forgot how teenage conversations went, both parties making assumptions left and right without any real communication taking place. I decided to change that by putting my cards out on the table, “I just know Dawn didn’t give you permission to take me to our clearing.”

DJ blinked and just stared at me, processing that bit while also trying to figure out whether I knew more. “Is that it?” she asked.

“Sort of. What are you scared of me finding out?”

DJ’s lips pinched together so tightly they started turning white. Whatever secret she had, she wasn’t letting me know now.

I sighed and stroked her arm. “Hey, it’s me. You can tell me.”

She shook her head vigorously side-to-side. I frowned and let out a long exhalation. And as calmly as I could manage, I asked with sincere heartfelt emotion, “DJ, please?”

She just stared at me for a long few seconds, long enough for me to start thinking of something else I could say to calm her. Even though we’d never been the closest of friends, mostly due to the age gap growing up, we were still almost family and I didn’t want to let this awkwardness persist longer than it had to. But she beat me to the punch.

With a suddenness that caught me off-guard, DJ jerked forward and planted her lips on mine, giving me a searing kiss that left me breathless. “I’m in love with you,” she choked out before turning and running away, really sprinting this time, leaving me standing all by myself.

This was weird.

DJ didn’t come to the bonfire that night. Deanna Evans did approach me, telling me that her youngest daughter was hiding out in their cabin. But I wasn’t sure what I would say to her even if I went over there.

Hadn’t I already gone through this once this year, with Paige? And hadn’t that one blown up in my face? I liked DJ. I really, really liked DJ. She was cute, energetic, and a nympho-abso-friggin-maniac when it came to sex. But let’s face it; I wasn’t in love with her. Hell, she was Dawn’s little sister. I didn’t even dare to consider falling in love with one of Dawn’s sisters. It would just be ... wrong...

So what could I do? Right away, I ruled out the Paige approach. No way would I agree to continue being with DJ the way we’d been for the past four days, as a psuedo-couple. Even if DJ claimed she would just want whatever I could give her, I knew now from experience that hopes get raised even without cause. And if DJ got her hopes up, she would form expectations, and I’d inevitably disappoint her. Having a nasty “breakup” of sorts with one of Dawn’s sisters seemed almost as bad as falling in love with one of them.

Could I go up to her and tell her flat out I didn’t feel the same way? To confront her would be to force a decision before either of us had a chance to think things through, which was a no-win result for me. I knew I couldn’t tell her I loved her, too. And if I rejected her, she’d be hurt and awkward around me for the rest of the summer.

Best now to let things cool off. Best now to give her time to think.

Better not to act until I had a better idea of what consequences there would be for my actions.

A few years ago, I was a short kid who couldn’t get a girl to date me for longer than three weeks, let alone get one of them to fall in love with me. Now I had hot girls like Paige and DJ claiming they were in love with me and a host of others like Felicia, Monique, and others ready and willing to jump into bed with me. But ironically, the two girls I loved more than anyone in the world, Dawn and Adrienne, didn’t want to be with me.

When did my love life get so complicated? Seriously, sometimes I wished I could go back to being a semi-innocent 16-year-old, dating Megan and only Megan. Things were simpler back then. Well ... sort of simpler ... if you didn’t count Keira ... or Cassidy ... or Adrienne...

Too bad there was no alcohol at this family camp. I could REALLY use a beer right now.

“Ben, will you go with us to the Garden of Me?” Eden opened her eyes WIDE in what she knew was a surefire way to get me to say “yes”. I couldn’t help it. My baby sister really did have puppy-dog eyes. And even though I would now have to term her more “pretty” than “cute”, flashing me those eyes still worked like a charm.

“Of course,” I nodded. It wasn’t like I had anywhere else to go. DJ had been quiet and awkward at breakfast today. As expected, we hadn’t gone hiking to the clearing this morning, either. And even though Adrienne and Felicia had invited me to hang out with them by the lake, I didn’t want to go anywhere I might accidentally run into DJ. So that even ruled out me trying to find a volleyball game or meeting up with Gary Wong. I figured DJ would approach me when the time was right. And for the moment, I just wanted to get a hundred miles away from here. Hiking out sounded like a great idea.

But I was curious as to why Eden would invite me. “Aren’t you girls old enough to go by yourselves?”

Emma answered for the pair of them. “Yeah, but we thought you might like to come along.”

Eden continued, “You’ve seemed kind of lonely today.” She frowned, looking sorry for me.

“Besides, Ana really wants to see—”

“Emma!” Eden sharply cut off her twin sister, glaring at her warningly. And then with an almost sickeningly sweet smile, my baby sister turned to me with an angelic expression on her face.

“Eden...” I warned. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, nothing,” she said dismissively. “Girl thing. Do you wanna come or not?”

“Please?” Now it was Emma’s turn to make the puppy-dog eyes.

I shrugged. “Of course.”

“Hurry uh-uup, Ben!” one of my baby sisters whined from a hundred feet in front of me, stretching the word ‘up’ into two syllables. I figured it was Emma from the pink headband she was wearing. Her fists perched on her hips as she stood atop a boulder further up the trail.

“Why? So I can listen to you guys nattering on about the Lizzie McGuire movie?” I called back with a grin on my face. Then I turned and reached a hand out to Ana Ramirez, the gangly, 14-year-old friend of the twins, who claimed to need a little extra help on our hike. My eyes momentarily yo-yoed down to her wobbling breasts as she hunched over to hoist herself over the fallen log. She was wearing a spaghetti-strap tank top that wasn’t doing a very good job of containing her developing bosom, and like my baby sisters, the young teenager had certainly sprouted in the past year.

She took my hand and climbed over, dusting herself off before standing up straight and then catching me checking her out. The lovely Latina flashed me a beautiful smile, momentarily reminding me of her big sister. Lucia Ramirez was two years older than me, and one of the smokin’ hot friends of Dayna’s and Brandi’s. Lucia had always sported a big pair of tits that rivaled Dayna’s for size, and from the looks of it, Ana was well on her way to catching up.

Blushing at having been caught checking out a young girl, I turned away and looked up to Emma. “We’re coming, we’re coming.”

My baby sister just smirked at us, flashing a wink in our direction before turning further up the trail. Or had she winked at Ana? What was going on?

In any case, Eden, Emma, Ana, Jenny Wong, and I made it to the Garden in record time, for the girls at least, although I had to stop and help the girls a few times. It was a tribute to how they’d all been growing taller and stronger for the hike. And when we got to the waterfall and pool itself, the girls proved they had grown when they all stripped down to their swimwear.

Eden and Emma were in the same bikinis they’d worn our first afternoon: nothing outlandish, but certainly enough to prove they had actual breasts and feminine bodies. Jenny was also in a bikini, but of the sports bra and shorts-style with frilly laces around both top and bottoms. Despite being six months older than the twins, she was still less developed, with a flat chest and minimal hips. But she was no less pretty in the face.

The eye-opener was Ana. In addition to being almost a full year older than the twins, she was also ahead of schedule in her physical development. The not yet 15-year-old took off her tank top and shorts to reveal a string bikini in bright yellow, with low-front, high-hip bottoms and a top that didn’t even try to properly contain her breasts. Ana was about the same 5’5” height as the twins, but she was certainly more voluptuously built.

“She’s getting hot, isn’t she?” Eden smirked in my ear while Ana was disrobing.

“Like her sister,” I muttered without thinking about it.

“Didn’t you have a crush on her sister?” Emma asked innocently from the other side of me.

I sighed. Only a small crush in the way every young teenage boy looks at a hot older chick with big boobs. “That was a long time ago. I think I was about your age, maybe even a little younger.”

Eden giggled. “Which would have made Lucia about Ana’s age,” she said with a teasing grin.

I took a long look at Ana again, realizing that Eden was right. For a second, I thought back to 13-year-old me staring at 15-year-old Lucia. But then I shook my head to clear it and collected myself. “C’mon, girls. Let’s play.”

We splashed around for a good half-hour, nothing strenuous since everyone was still recovering from the hike. But everyone cooled off and the girls egged me into showing off by making a few swan dives off the 10-foot ledge. I figured we were just in for another relaxing day at the Garden of Eden.

But then the garden’s namesake unleashed her little plan. “Okay,” Eden announced. “Time to tan, girls.”

Jenny almost immediately squawked, “You’re not serious!”

“Of course I am!” Eden chirped. “You don’t want to get tan lines, do you?” And with that, my baby sister stretched herself out on her towel, stripping off her bikini top and tossing it aside, baring her cute, perky titties. Beside her, Emma was similarly losing her top, showing off an identical rack, and laying down.

“Whoa, girls.” My eyes popped wide open and I gawked at my sisters. “What are you doing?”

Eden grinned. “We started sunbathing topless whenever we came out here. Since we’re not in camp, we can get away with it. Look, no tan lines! Aren’t we so grown up?”

I just blinked in amazement.

Meanwhile, Jenny hissed, “But your brother’s here!” The Chinese-American teenager turned beet red and darted looks at me nervously.

“So? He’s seen us naked before. He’s just our brother.”

“But! But!”

“Relax, Jenny,” Ana said soothingly as she moved alongside the twins and spread her towel out. She then removed her yellow string bikini top and exposed those very nicely formed breasts to my gaze. I couldn’t call them “titties”, since they were much too big for that term. Heck, not even fifteen and they were bigger than Brooke’s. And my jaw dropped as the hot Latina girl rather proudly thrust her chest at me before turning and lying on her back. “You don’t have to take off your top if you don’t want to,” she added.

“Easy for you to say. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” Jenny growled right back, gawking at Ana’s big breasts, capped with thick, dark nipples. I couldn’t blame her. I was gawking as well.

I then noticed Eden glaring at me and head-nodding to Jenny. Clearly, I was supposed to say something. My mind raced for something appropriate, and I immediately fixed on Jenny’s complaint that Ana had nothing to be ashamed of. “Don’t be embarrassed, Jenny,” I said softly. “Guys like breasts in all shapes and sizes.”

“So what, you want to see my flat chest?” Jenny scowled.

I shrugged. “Like Ana said, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But speaking as a guy, yes, I’d love to see you topless.”

Jenny blinked a few times, seemingly caught between shedding her top to join the other girls and covering herself with her shirt in terror. But then her eyes sharpened and she accused, “Easy for you to say. You spent all week with DJ, and her boobs are HUGE.”

I sighed. “Clearly, I’m not with her now.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s complicated,” I sighed, and looked away dismissively.

Jenny bit her lip nervously, and then looked over at me intently. “Would you really like to see me topless?”

My eyebrows rose, but I knew better than to do anything but take her seriously. So leveling my gaze at the pretty 14-year-old, I answered sincerely, “Yes, I would. But I would never pressure you.”

“But it would only be fair if you did, too.”

I chuckled. “I’m already topless.” I mimed to my bare chest.

Jenny blinked twice before her eyes sharpened and she asked with an eager tone, “But would you take off your trunks?”

Ana’s shot up straight and twisted around, immediately gawking over at me and the rock I was perched on, apparently even more eager than Jenny to see if I would take off my swim trunks.

I arched an eyebrow and glanced at the twins, who were looking at me thoughtfully. And then I looked back at Jenny. “Ah, I would be naked then.”

“So?”

“I don’t think that would be appropriate.”

Now it was Ana’s turn to blurt, “So?”

But Jenny had already seized on another idea. “Okay. I’ll take my top off if you do something for me.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “For you?”

Her dark eyes were shining as she leaned forward eagerly, almost panting as she said, “Will you kiss me?”

I blinked twice and straightened my spine in surprise. “You want me to kiss you?”

She nodded quickly. “I still remember the first time I saw you kiss Dawn. We were all here ... right over there, actually.” Jenny pointed to a spot further to the left. “I thought it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen,” she breathed.

I blinked a few more times and glanced at the twins. Eden just nodded to me with a little smile on her face. And when I looked back at Jenny, the cute girl just bit her lip nervously again, looking adorably cute as she whimpered, “Please?”

She REALLY wanted this. So I figured, what’s the harm? “Um, okay.”

Jenny lit up like a Christmas Tree and she shivered before rather awkwardly shifting around, not sure if she should come to me or wait for me to come to her. I settled the matter by dropping off the rock and calmly, but steadily, walking straight over to Jenny.

When I got to her, the young girl looked ready to collapse from nerves and I shushed her soothingly while reaching a hand to brush some of the hair back from her face. She sank to her knees and I went down on one knee with her, stroking her right shoulder with my left hand while holding her cheek with my right. “Don’t be nervous,” I said softly.

She gulped and nodded, staring straight into my eyes without blinking. I started to move in just then, but suddenly Jenny jerked back and chirped, “Oh, wait.” Her hands scrambled up and she quickly started tugging her top off, baring her not-quite A-cup breasts that were nevertheless capped by very hard, very cute pink nipples.

I grinned. “You didn’t HAVE to do that,” I chuckled.

“Oh. Uh, I thought— I mean, I thought you— MMPH!” Jenny stammered before I simply closed the gap and pressed my mouth to hers. She went rigidly still when my lips touched her own, her eyes flying wide in shock.

I pulled away almost as quickly, smiled warmly, and said, “Relax, Jenny. Just relax.” And then still holding her cheek in my right palm, I moved in more slowly this time, giving her time to recognize my approach before I tilted my head to the side and almost experimentally tasted her lips.

“Ohhh...” Jenny moaned, her eyes fluttering. I massaged her lip pads slowly with my own, just nibbling a bit. She started panting then, her mouth opening up in a subconscious invitation, and I accepted it by slowly pushing my tongue through the gap to begin playing with hers.

“Ohhh... ” Jenny moaned even deeper, and then her instincts took over. Without warning, I suddenly felt her hands clamp onto the back of my head as she pulled me closer, mashing her mouth against mine and french kissing me with wild abandon. She was wet, she was sloppy, and she was oh-so-enthusiastic. She lacked any finesse, but it was FUN.

The next thing I knew, I was flat on my back with a topless Jenny Wong sitting on my stomach, dry humping me and doing her level best to cram her tongue into my throat. I was really glad her big brother Gary wasn’t around to see this. She moaned and whimpered and continued kissing me without breathing for what seemed like forever. And then suddenly, her body screamed out for oxygen and she jerked away, toppling off me and gasping for air.

“Wow!” I blinked rapidly, trying to get my bearings as I lifted myself up on my elbows.

“Ohmigod!” Jenny covered her mouth with one hand as she looked at me in astonishment. “Ohmigod!”

“Wowww, Jenny!” Eden cheered. “Didn’t know you had it in you!”

“That was really nice,” I complimented with a smile. It HAD been fun.

“You looked like a pro!” Emma added.

“I’ve never done that before!” Jenny looked wildly at Emma.

“Really? With anyone?” My baby sister arched an eyebrow. “REALLY?”

Jenny shook her head rapidly side-to-side.

“Well, then. That was a GREAT first kiss,” Eden enthused.

“My turn!” Ana hopped up.

The next thing I knew, the stacked Latina had taken Jenny’s place on my stomach, draping those pretty tits in my face before she got her hands around my ears and her mouth pressed up to mine.

At that point, my brain just turned off. Really, I went completely on autopilot from then until orgasm. I simply wasn’t capable of rational thought anymore.

Ignoring questions of right or wrong, I filled my hands with perky teenage asscheeks, dragging Ana down until she was grinding her crotch on top of the erection in my trunks and crushing her bosom into my chest. Our tongues dueled happily as the young girl moaned in obvious heat. And she was the one who grabbed my hands and pulled them up to her firm, youthful breasts, directing me to massage and squeeze those ripe melons.

We made out to our hearts content until she took a breath of air. Ana was then unceremoniously shoved aside as Jenny’s face once again filled my view. And without further ado, the cute Chinese girl was once again kissing me with enthusiastic passion. Not one to be left out, she also pulled my hands up to caress her perky titties and pinch her hard nipples, moaning happily as I worked her sensitive titflesh.

My mind was spinning out of control and I just went with the flow. With DJ momentarily out of the picture, I hadn’t ejaculated since yesterday and my cum-filled brain couldn’t think of anything but enjoying the ride. The next thing I knew, Ana was animatedly encouraging, “Go on! Do it! I promise I won’t tell anyone!”

“You promise?”

“Uh-huh! It would be SOOO hot!”

Five seconds later, it was Eden hovering over me as my baby sister grabbed my head in her hands, taking Jenny’s place as she shoved her tongue into my mouth. I felt my sister’s hot little body squirming on top of me like a worm, my hands cupping her perky asscheeks and physically humping her light body against the lump in my shorts.

Thirty seconds after that, Emma moved on top of me, taking her own sister’s place while I made out with her as well.

And then things REALLY started getting dangerous. Phrases I could hear but not yet process started filling my ears. A mouth always seemed to be on mine, kissing me and keeping me both blinded and distracted. And with my brain still in shut-down, I was helpless to stop what was to come.

“Can I really?”

“Go ahead! Like I said, he’s our brother. We’ve already seen it.”

“Have you touched it?”

“Uh, well...”

“Go on! I KNOW you want to.”

“Switch with me!”

“Ohmigod. It’s so ... BIG!”

“It’s so ... HOT!”

“It’s moving! It’s moving! Aaah!”

“ReLAX! It’s supposed to do that! Especially when you stroke it like that.”

“But it looks like it’s alive!”

“Switch with me!”

“Ohmigod! Are you really gonna... ? Ohmigod! You’re actually sucking on it!”

“Have you ever done that before?”

“Mmm-nnnn. Ahh! No! But I think I like it!”

“How’s it taste?”

“Doesn’t taste like much. Kinda salty. Lemme try again!”

“No WAY!”

“Switch with me!”

“Here! You try!”

“Ohmigod! I can’t believe I just did that!”

“Believe it! Try again! Watch the teeth!”

“And how would YOU know?”

“I, uh...”

“Have you ever done it to your brother?”

“C’mon! We’ll never TELL!”

“Yes, already! Okay?”

“Ooh! I wanna see! I wanna see!”

“That’s SOOO naughty!”

“Ohmigod, Eden! Did you just stick that whole thing in your mouth?”

“It’s in her throat!”

“Lemme try again! I’ll bet I can do it!”

“Switch with me!”

“It’s so HOT!”

“I TOLD you!”

“I can’t get it all in!”

“You gotta relax your throat! Pretend like you’re swallowing food. When you gulp it’ll open up.”

“It’s too big!”

“Watch it! He’s gonna cum! He’s gonna cum!”

And I was. My hips thrust upward and somebody groaned, “Mmph!” She gagged slightly but managed to keep her lips wrapped around my crown. The mouth that had been kissing me pulled away and I finally managed to raise my head and look down. And if I wasn’t about to cum before, the sight before me would have been all the incentive I needed.

Ana was kneeling next to my left hip, sucking on my mushroom head with her nice tits swaying gently beneath her. Jenny was straddling my legs, stroking my shaft with both her tiny hands. Emma, with the pink headband, was beside them, giving Ana pointers. Eden, with the red scrunchie, was closer to my shoulder, apparently the one who’d been kissing me. And all four girls were wonderfully topless.

And then I erupted. Ana jerked when the first massive shot splattered against the back of her mouth. I hadn’t cum since the previous afternoon before dinner, so my multiple-orgasms-per-day-trained body had built up quite the load and the young teenage girl simply wasn’t prepared for it. She choked on that first blast and pulled away, coughing.

Jenny started squealing as Ana flinched, and Emma quickly leaned forward to capture my still spurting cock. My youngest baby sister drank down the next two bursts before giving way to Eden. And after another few healthy squirts Emma talked Jenny into taking me back into her mouth while I squeezed out several drops for her to lick up without them actually flying into the virginal young teen’s mouth.

Once I was done, the four girls promptly ignored my cock and started chattering animatedly with each other. My usefulness complete, I seemed to be forgotten as they got all excited and started talking over one another, attitudes ranging from cocky overconfidence to absolute disbelief over what they’d done.

And NOW I had time to think about what had just taken place.

I shouldn’t have done that. Maybe the kissing wouldn’t have been so bad, but I’d let a group of 13 and 14-year-old girls suck my dick. I’d let my own SISTERS do it in full view of their friends. Mom would NOT be happy if she found out.

What ever happened to thinking through the consequences of my actions?

The answer was obvious: When I was thinking with my brain about how to talk to DJ, I was patient and cautious. When I was thinking with my hormones about making out with a hot, young teenager, I jumped in before the brain got working.

Story of my life...

No matter how awkward I felt over what had happened, the girls were completely unperturbed by what had taken place.

Jenny, who had expressed the most disbelief that she’d actually sucked on a boy’s penis, seemed thrilled by her courage and bravado. She’d fantasized about kissing me ever since seeing the one I’d given Dawn a couple of years ago, and she was elated at having finally lived that fantasy. Sucking on my dick and tasting my cum was just a bonus, something to remember as an exciting event in her young life, as if she’d just gone skydiving or something. She HAD, unfortunately, not liked the taste and spit out what she could. She declared that it was worth a try, but that she didn’t plan to swallow in the future. The twins berated her and told her she’d come to like it in time.

Ana had apparently been eager to get her first look at a boy’s erect dick. While the twins had not shared their plan with Jenny for fear of scaring the shyest of them, my sisters HAD convinced Ana that bringing me along and sunbathing topless would get her a look at my erection, and Ana was delighted by the plan’s success. Giving her first blowjob was beyond her wildest dreams come true. She just wanted another chance to try and swallow my load without choking. And unable to come up with a calm, rational reason why we shouldn’t, the fiery young Latina started another grope-fest that resulted in all four girls once again hovering over me, taking turns sucking my dick.

That second time, the girls didn’t bother practicing their kissing lessons at my other end. Eden quashed that idea by mounting my face and shoving her slick crotch against my lips, smothering me in moist, naughty sister-pussy. Of course this led to all four girls taking a ride on the Ben’s-tongue-mobile, each of them getting an orgasm before Ana finally got me to pop off in her mouth for a second time. She promptly choked again.

The girls tried to work me up to a third erection, but by then, my brain had woken up enough to announce that it was time to head home and that I probably shouldn’t have let them do that.

As we started hiking home, Jenny was once again beside herself in disbelief. Ana was constantly hopping around me making crude and obvious comments about sucking my dick again.

And the twins were just giddy with themselves over how everything had turned out. Not only did they get a chance to make out with me and give me a blowjob at camp, but they got their friends in on it and got them to accept they were doing it with me. I expressed some concerns about our mom and the secrecy factor, but the girls reassured me that Ana and Jenny had promised not to tell.

I wasn’t sure how much I trusted the promises of 13/14-year-old girls, but I didn’t have much of a choice. And even if they did keep things under wraps, I was positively FREAKING OUT over the way Jenny and Ana had changed their behavior toward me.

For example, the hike home took a lot longer than usual because Jenny and Ana repeatedly had to stop and wait for me to “help” them with obstacles, like rock-hopping across a creek or climbing over a log. Invariably, they would find ways to either run their hands over my body or pull up their shirts to flash me their boobs, laughing ecstatically at their audacity.

I was sooo dead.

Upon our return to camp, I found myself looking for a nice rock to crawl under and hide. (A) I felt rather slimy for what I’d done with a group of barely-teenagers. (B) I did NOT want anyone seeing a group of barely-teenagers flirting with me, groping me, or otherwise making it obvious to the denizens of this family camp what I’d done. And© Even if I avoided the twins and their friends, I still wasn’t sure how to react if I bumped into DJ. Yeah, hiding under a rock seemed the most prudent course of action.

But then, I’m a 19-year-old guy. If I had any self-respect, hiding just wouldn’t do. So deciding to take a more pro-active approach, as soon as lunch was over, I went looking for camouflage.

Thankfully, my intended camouflage was only too happy to see me. “Ben!” Adrienne smiled and sat up in her lounge chair by the lake, reaching her arms out to me for a hug.

I embraced the stunningly gorgeous blonde, momentarily sighing as I felt her massive boobs pressing against my chest. I heard her sighing as well as she nuzzled my neck before pecking my cheek and backing away.

“Hey! Where’s my hug?” Felicia whined from the next lounge chair.

Smiling, I released Adrienne and moved over to the beautiful brunette. Her pale blue eyes seemed to smile on their own as she scooted back a bit in the wide lounge chair, patting the empty space she’d made. I sat down on it and let the lovely 23-year-old model wrap herself around my torso. And I couldn’t help but notice her hand drifting around my belly and into my crotch.

“Whoa,” I stammered in surprise when she rubbed her palm over my slowly growing bulge.

“When’s my turn?” Felicia pouted, raising her silver-framed sunglasses onto her forehead and tilting her face up to look at me. “You know I was never very good at waiting patiently.”

I smirked. “What? Getting bored of A.D. already?”

Felicia chuckled. “Of course not. But despite whatever fantasies you may be having, it’s not like we’re spending every free moment getting naked and sixty-nining.”

“Oh, not always sixty-nining. I’m sure you take turns.” I grinned and Felicia slapped my leg, giggling herself.

“I mean it,” Felicia sighed and then leered at Adrienne. “Course, I wish we could ... That is one grade-A piece of pussy and I haven’t even gotten a sniff of it. Stupid monogamy...”

“Guys...” Adrienne drawled a warning.

Felicia held her hands up in surrender. “No more teasing,” she told Adrienne before turning back to me. “But seriously, Ben, I’ve been craving a good dicking for DAYS. And I’ve been craving yours.” Her voice had dropped to a sensual purr.

I smiled. It would have been impossible not to after such a beautiful creature told me she wanted my dick. But I glanced at Adrienne and got a minor shrug out of her, leading me to ask, “So what HAVE you two been doing this entire time.”

Felicia lay back, glancing over at the blonde. “We talk. Actually, I’ve been trying to convince Adrienne to come see my agent. I really think your girlf— ... ah... ‘sister’ [giggle] ... would be incredible as a lingerie and swimsuit model.”

“I’m still in school,” Adrienne sighed, shaking her head at me.

“So?” Felicia cut in. “I keep telling her, I went to school and finished my degree while modeling part-time. She’s just across the Bay Bridge from the city. It’s no big deal. Can you imagine her on the cover of Sports Illustrated’s Swimsuit Edition?”

Adrienne exhaled and looked at me. “What do you think?”

I blinked twice at the thought and glanced over at my adoptive sister. Adrienne was reclined in a perfect Victoria’s Secret pose on the lounge chair, one forearm raised behind herself as a headrest and her hips turned on one side toward us. The bikini she wore today was traditionally styled, with triangles over her F-cup tits and a shallow V-shape bottom that drew one’s attention downward. The swimsuit was pretty similar to lingerie and I had to admit, Adrienne would be exquisite in the folds of a lingerie catalog. “Good idea,” I mumbled beneath my breath.

Adrienne immediately folded her arms over her chest, trying to block my view. “You’re just saying that because you’re staring at my tits.”

I sighed. “And so will a million other men. Face it; you’ve got what it takes.”

“There are thousands of girls with big tits.”

“But not with a face like yours, A.D.,” Felicia intoned. “Nor that body. Good lord, Ben, look at that tummy! And those hips. And those legs. Don’t you just want to ... to... mount her?”

I groaned and bit my lip as a surge of lust coursed through my body. And I winced as I turned away. “We’re broken up now, Felice,” I said in a warning tone. “Please don’t do that to me.”

“Aww ... did I get you hard?” the sexy temptress hummed while reaching around me, once again moving her hand over my crotch and finding that yes, she’d gotten me hard. I wondered if there were any parental-types nearby to see us.

“Stop teasing him, Felicia,” Adrienne barked. “Besides, Ben’s biased.”

“Maybe. Should we head over to that group of guys down there and ask them if you’d make a good lingerie model?” Felicia laughed as she pointed away toward a group of guys heading along the beach.

I followed the line Felicia was pointing at, but my gaze locked onto a spot just past the group of guys. A flash of sunny blonde hair had caught my attention, and I realized that DJ was sitting with Brooke, Andrew, and some of their other friends.

Adrienne noticed the change in my posture, and noticed where I was looking as well. Perfectly happy to change the subject, she reached over and touched my leg. “Ben, what’s going on with you and DJ?”

I sighed. “It’s...”

“Complicated,” Adrienne finished. “When is it NOT complicated with you?”

I smiled wryly and glanced over at my ex-girlfriend/now-sister. “Don’t look at me. You defined the term ‘complicated’ with the way our relationship started.” I pointed back and forth between her and myself.

Adrienne blushed and sat back, momentarily abashed. But her little comment had released some of my internal tension, so I just sighed and said, “DJ’s got a big crush on me.”

“So? We knew that,” Felicia remarked. “Why do you think I haven’t jumped you yet? That girl clearly wanted a piece of you first, and she seemed to have it for a few days there.”

I bit my lip. “She said she’s in love with me. Like, really, really ‘in love’.”

“Ahhh...” My two companions nodded simultaneously. Then Felicia arched an eyebrow, “And you told her you don’t feel the same way?”

I shook my head. “I haven’t told her anything. She kissed me, told me she loved me, and then ran away. We’ve been awkwardly avoiding each other ever since.”

[Whack!]

“Oww!” I turned and held the back of my head, where Adrienne had smacked me. “What was that for?”

“You moron! Didn’t you learn anything from Paige?”

“What? Not to give her a false sense of hope?”

“No,” Adrienne rolled her eyes. “You can’t let this thing fester. You strung Paige along for what, six MONTHS, without committing or rejecting or anything, really. Until you finally accepted her on Valentine’s Day. Remember?”

“Of course!”

“You’ve got to deal with this up front, Ben; nip this in the bud.” Adrienne sighed. “Talk to her.”

“How? I talked to Paige up front and told her I didn’t have the same feelings for her.”

“’Yet’. You told Paige ‘yet’. Or something like, ‘We can’t be more than friends for now,” Adrienne clarified. “THAT’S giving a girl a false sense of hope.”

I winced, remembering those old conversations.

“You need to resolve this, and soon.” Adrienne glowered at me.

“But I don’t want to hurt her,” I moaned.

“You’ll only hurt her more if you wait,” Felicia intoned, looking at the sand before flicking her pale blue eyes up to me. “Trust me. I know.”

“What’s this with every girl falling in love with me?” I shook my head, frowning at Felicia.

The gorgeous older woman raised her eyebrows and gave me a wan smile. “You’re just special,” she practically breathed.

[Whack!]

“Oww!” I turned and held the back of my head again, glaring at Adrienne.

“Don’t let it get to your head. Not EVERY girl falls in love with you,” she smirked at me. “All the sweet, nice ones avoid you as if your mere touch will get them pregnant. The sexually liberated ones like Brandi’s and Dayna’s friends just want to hook up with you.”

I arched an eyebrow, remembering all the girls I’d known from High School through College. She had a point: despite my many conquests, I really hadn’t conquered that many hearts.

Adrienne grabbed my head in her hands and held it in place, forcing me to look her in the eyes. “It takes an extraordinary kind of girl to fall in love with you, Tiger, your wandering eye and proclivities and all.” She turned my head to look at Felicia, who smiled prettily, before bringing me back to her own hazel irises. “We’re one in a million. We’re special, and don’t you forget it. And even though you don’t feel the same way as DJ, you’d better treat her like the special girl she is.”

I sighed and nodded.

Adrienne patted my back, and then rubbed my shoulder and leaned in. “Now go over and get this resolved with DJ. And hurry up about it. If things turn out bad, we’ll just drag you back to Felicia’s cabin and you can fuck her silly until you feel better.”

“Maybe he should fuck me silly NOW,” Felicia interrupted. “Y’know, to, uh ... help ... his confidence ... or something...”

Adrienne smirked and gestured with her head. “Go to DJ, Ben. You’ve got to nip this in the bud.”

“Aww...” Felicia whined.

I got up and started heading over.

Brooke saw me first. She was cuddled up with Andrew on one of the lounge chairs and reached across to tap DJ’s arm. The pretty blonde sat up and looked at her best friend before seeing Brooke nod in my direction, and then DJ visibly stiffened when she turned around and saw me approaching.

“Hey, let’s get in the water,” Brooke suggested to Andrew and the three other friends who were with them. One of the other guys didn’t immediately get it, and he groaned about being tired. But a cute brunette next to him reached out and smacked the guy, who finally sat up and saw DJ staring straight at me. He finally got the hint and moved off with everyone else.

“Hi, Ben,” DJ said nervously, looking at my belly button.

I paused and tried to formulate my words in my head. Adrienne’s prodding had gotten me here, but she hadn’t told me what to say. And even though it had only been a single day since DJ’s confession of love, it felt like it had been an eternity. In the end, I simply sat down across from her, trying to keep my mind focused and my eyes off her perfectly-formed body shown to perfection in a black bikini. And I started with a question. “Why did you tell me Dawn would be okay with us going to the clearing? We could have had just as much fun at your cabin or somewhere else.”

DJ immediately deflated, seeing as the conversation had started off on a negative. She wrung her hands together anxiously and looked away. “Because I thought it was important for us to go there. You were always relaxed and happy in that place, no matter who else was around. Magical things always happened at that clearing.” Her eyes flicked to me. “People fall in love there... I fell in love with you there.”

I blinked in surprise at the heartfelt sincerity in her tone, the deep longing in her voice. I sighed, “But did you know Dawn would get upset about us going alone?”

She nodded. “I figured.”

“Then why do it?”

She shook her head. “I didn’t realize you would call Dawn on her birthday. I thought she would never know until after we all went back home. And by then it would be too late for her to do anything about it.”

“About what?”

DJ sighed, wincing. She looked like she was about to speak a few times, but kept stopping herself. And while I waited her out, I let my own mind work to put the pieces together.

I sighed. “Too late for Dawn to do anything about me falling in love with you, right?”

DJ squeezed her eyes shut and nodded, her whole body shuddered as she fought back the urge to break down sobbing.

I leaned forward, moving to embrace the shaking girl. I wanted to be comforting, but Adrienne had been right, I couldn’t say anything that would lead her on. “Hey, hey, kiddo...” I soothed, hugging her against my chest and stroking her arm. “Shhh...”

Between the soothing words and the feel of me wrapped around her, DJ pulled herself back from the brink of tears and eventually sat up straighter. I loosened my grip as she reached up with her left hand to wipe her eyes and brush her silky hair behind her ears. “You don’t have those kind of feelings for me, do you?” she asked quietly.

“No, kiddo.” I patted her shoulder.

“You don’t think you ever would?”

I sighed. “I don’t want to say ‘never’,” I began before kicking myself for leaving any ambiguity. “But I don’t think so. I’ll always love you like a little sister.”

DJ whimpered. “I’m not a little girl anymore.”

“I know you’re not.”

“Then why aren’t I worth loving?”

I exhaled, rolling her question around in my head. Adrienne was right: it took an extraordinary kind of girl to be the right fit for me, and DJ was one of them. “You are, DJ. You are.”

“Then... ?” She looked up at me with moisture-filled eyes. The crystal blue was so much like Dawn’s and it made me ache inside to see her unhappy. I think I was just programmed after two decades to be sensitive and responsive to my sisters and to the Evans girls being unhappy, driving me to do whatever I could to make things right for them.

My thumbs went up and brushed away the tears from her cheeks and I pecked her forehead, being affectionate and also giving myself time to think of the right words. A part of me wanted to say that I just never really thought of it before, seeing as I was first dating Dawn and then Adrienne. But all that would do was reinforce DJ’s notion that she just had to introduce the idea of dating her this summer and do whatever she could to convince me to fall in love with her. And that wasn’t a path that I wanted to go down. It wasn’t that I was totally against the idea. DJ was a gorgeous girl, the daughter of my family’s good friends, and someone special I’d known for most of my life.

But she was Dawn’s little sister. It would just be ... wrong ... I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

So I sighed and told her, honestly, “DJ, I could never do that to Dawn.”

She whimpered and looked at me. “Why not?”

“She’s still my best friend and still very important to me. Think about it, would you even consider stealing Andrew from Brooke?”

“Of course not. But this is totally different. Dawn’s not even WITH you! She’s dating Ryan.”

“I know, I know...” I replied calmly, shushing and soothing her. “But how could I do this behind Dawn’s back? Did you really want to be with me and have a romance all summer without her even knowing? Could you really seduce me, make me fall in love with you, and then just rub it in her face saying, ‘Too late! I got him!’”

DJ whimpered, searching into my eyes. “This is my ONE chance with you, Ben. I HAVE to take it.”

I sighed and shook my head. “Why do you even want ME? There’re a million guys out there, Deej. Why your big sister’s best friend?”

She blinked several times, breathing shallowly and staring straight at me for a long few seconds. Then her hands came up, her palms coming to rest on my cheeks. “Because you’re you. Because I’ve seen from the time I was a little girl how wonderful you are. Because you weren’t just a big brother to Brooke and the twins. For all those years, you looked after and protected me, too.”

DJ took a deep breath, tracing her fingertips down my cheeks and neck until she rested them against my chest. And then she added, “Because you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, more than stupid movie stars and boy band guys. Because every time I look at you, I get fuzzy feelings in the pit of my stomach and I get wet between my legs. And because my first ever great orgasm was at camp when Brooke and I finally followed you guys to the clearing and we masturbated while watching you making love.”

My eyebrows rose at that little revelation.

She took a deep breath. “And because even though you didn’t take my virginity, I never really enjoyed sex until you came and did me right,” DJ breathed, her ample chest rising and falling dramatically. I had to pause and catch my breath as well.

“I watched how you were as a boyfriend with Dawn. I saw how happy you made her, and I decided right then for myself that I wouldn’t settle for anything less. I’ve dated boys. I’ve had sex with some of them, too. But none of them made me feel as happy as you made Dawn. None of them fucked me as well as you have. None of them have ever compared to you.”

By now, DJ had brought her face to within a millimeter of mine, her hot breath against my lips and her nose softly rubbing against mine. Those crystal blue eyes stared adoringly right at me, and I felt my whole body quivering with tension. I wanted her, and not just physically.

“I’m not that great, DJ,” I said softly, struggling to maintain a grip on myself. “I’m a flawed, flawed man.”

“You’re perfect to me,” the hot teenager replied, and immediately she planted a fierce kiss right on my lips.

There’s something special about the Evans girls. Maybe it’s something chemical about them, something combustible when it comes into contact with me and the members of my family. Whatever it is, a supervolcanic explosion of passion and emotion flooded through me when DJ kissed me. And I found myself whimpering helplessly beneath the onslaught of more bliss and ecstasy than I realized was possible.

DJ set a fire inside me hotter than anyone since Dawn, hotter even than Adrienne. I’d loved Adrienne, passionately. But one of my biggest attractions to Adrienne was her need of me. It had felt good to be needed so completely. But she’d never resonated in my soul the way Dawn did.

DJ resonated. She turned me on. I wanted her. I wanted her body. But more than that, right now I needed her.

I needed to love again. Adrienne had broken up with me. Paige had dumped me. Dawn had declared that she still wanted to be with Ryan. And if it took an extraordinary kind of girl to be right for me, when would the next one come? Adrienne said that they were one in a million. Would there ever BE a next one?

I was alone.

I was lonely.

I wanted to feel loved again.

And DJ wanted to love me.

It all made sense, right? DJ was an Evans girl: she was drop-dead gorgeous, a fucking mink in the sack, and she just “clicked” with me. She wanted to love me and I wanted to be loved. It all made sense!

So I didn’t have the strength of love for her ... yet. I had no doubt it would come. I just hadn’t given it much thought before, dating her sister or dating Adrienne and seeing her as just a little girl. DJ was right: this was her chance to step up and show me how great we could be together. With Dawn gone and Adrienne stepping back, this was OUR opportunity to see how great we could be together.

DJ wanted to love me. And I wanted to love her right back.

She was still smothering me with that supervolcanic kiss when I found that I was kissing her right back. We intertwined our tongues together and mashed our lips for what felt like hours before finally pulling away to breathe. By then, my head was absolutely spinning.

DJ gripped my shoulders, her crystal eyes burning with bright blue flame. “My cabin should be empty until dinner,” she panted.

I cinched my hands tighter around her back and growled, “Let’s go.”

DJ held my hand in hers as we sprinted for the Evans cabin. Giggling and laughing, we raced past other campers, oblivious to their identities. No one existed in our world but each other.

No sooner did we pass through the door than DJ leaped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my shoulders while she did her best to permanently embed her tongue in my throat.

My fingers were already opening the hook on her bikini top, and I managed to stagger us into the main bunkroom. With my left hand still supporting her back, I then yanked off the red and white garment with my right and tossed it away into a corner before bending over and gently laying my blonde angel onto the bed. DJ giggled and immediately started wriggling out of her bottoms while I dropped my swim trunks to my ankles. And then I had to stop and admire the gorgeous young creature on the bed before me.

DJ was the very definition of “incendiary”. Her body simply set me on fire.

Her fine blonde hair, still in pigtails, was neatly tucked behind her. That left nothing to distract my focus on her sculpted cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Playboy had some nice bodies but they had NOTHING on the beauty of DJ’s face. Delicate shoulders and prominent collarbones framed a sleek, slender torso, where the firm mounds of her over-proportionally large breasts remained firm and upright with minimal support, and they were all real. I could see the hint of her ribcage before DJ’s taut tummy took over with just the delicate ripples of her abs. Her narrow hips perfectly circled around a pretty pussy, her shaven labia surrounding the moist, pink center. And her legs seemed long enough to drape off the bed and wrap around me even though I was several feet away. She was exquisite.

A sense of déjà vu struck me just then. Two years ago, Dawn was about the same age and about in the same position. A lifetime of drama had passed between us since then, with Dawn moving on in her life to other things and a different man. Maybe this was how things were supposed to be. Maybe DJ was my second chance to do things over and do them right.

DJ beckoned me to her by reaching under her own knees and pulling her legs back, spreading herself in an inviting “V”. My cock was rock hard and bouncing off my own belly as I clambered onto the mattress and moved myself on top of her. We wasted no time and needed no further foreplay as she grabbed my hips and guided me into place, throwing her head back and groaning as my thick prod penetrated to her very core, filling her up with the physical expression of my love for her.

Only after we were joined did she reach for me, DJ cradling my cheeks and pulling me down for another of those supervolcanic kisses that were so similar and yet different from Dawn’s. The kiss practically melted my brain, sucking all the oxygen out of me, sucking my awareness, and reaching for a part of my soul. And through it all, our hot, sweaty bodies pounded and lunged at each other.

At some point, DJ raised her legs up and over my shoulders, crossing her ankles behind my head and digging her fingernails into my ass to urge me deeper into her welcoming body. “Fuck me, Ben...” she groaned right in my face. “Fuck me ... Oh, you’re so fucking deep!”

I jackhammered myself into her folded-over body, my pelvis slapping audibly against the backs of her thighs with each stroke. DJ thrashed and jiggled beneath me, tossing her head left and right. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!” She threw her head back and shrieked in ecstasy as an orgasm quaked through her.

She shook so hard that I stopped thrusting, reaching down to hold her body and keep her pinned beneath me while I fought to not get bucked off. After ten seconds or so, her hips stopped bouncing and I started to relax. But just then, she kicked out with her legs, pushing against my chest until I popped out of her and then the sexy young blonde was scrambling to flip us over.

My back hit the mattress with a heavy [whump] and then DJ was squatting over me, hurriedly guiding my prick back inside her body while she leaned forward, draping those big tits into my face while she eagerly started humping herself up and down my shaft.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck,” she chanted happily, her swollen breasts slapping against my cheeks rather comically while she grinned at some imaginary point a few feet above my head, her eyes shut as she concentrated on the feel of my throbbing dick inside her tight tunnel.

I grabbed onto the sides of her big tits, mashing my face amongst them and suckling at whatever nipples I could get to. I reached up to her face then, pulling her to me while she automatically gaped her mouth open to receive my tongue. And then we were moaning and groaning in this ancient dance of lust and love while bolts of lightning shot through the both of us.

DJ only started to slow down after her second orgasm. I was gripping her buttcheeks, guiding her frantic humping motions to make sure she didn’t accidentally vault off the end of my dick and interrupt the incredible feelings she was giving the both of us. I rubbed and squeezed that tender flesh, and at just the right moment, my left hand abruptly let go of her ass and I sank my middle finger through her clenched anus.

“AAAAAHHHHH!” The blonde teenager shrieked. “Fuuuuuuuck!!!”

Quite pleased with myself, I drilled my left middle finger deeper, setting off all those tight nerve bundles she had in there. DJ’s legs snapped shut on either side of my hips, squeezing the same way her pussy muscles were clamping down around my shaft. She arched her head and let out a guttural groan of pleasure. And once the climax passed through her, she ground to a halt and bent over to rest her forehead on top of mine, gasping for oxygen.

“Oh, Ben...” she crooned, her eyes closed as she basked in the glow of orgasm.

“Hey, kiddo,” I replied in a soothing voice, brushing her rosy cheek with the tips of the fingers on my right hand, still massaging her colon with my left.

“Ohhh...” she groaned. “I adore Brooke and my sisters and my girlfriends,” she sighed. “And they make me feel sooo good. But there’s nothing quite like a man who knows what he’s doing. Nothing better than having a thick column of meat throbbing inside my little pussy. And there’s no one better than you.”

I smiled at the praise while she lifted her forehead off mine and started stroking my face in her hands. “I still remember being alone with you two years ago,” she began. “Giving me my very first shower with a boy. You told me I was still young and had time to teach other boys how to please me.”

I blinked twice and nodded. “I remember.”

“Well I’ve had other boys now, Ben. But the only one I want ... is you.”

I beamed and pecked her lips. “I’m yours.”

I didn’t think it was possible for DJ to smile any brighter.

She planted a fresh supervolcanic kiss on me and started squeezing with her cunt muscles, gripping and massaging and rippling as her hips started undulating once again. I’d managed to hold out through DJ’s first two orgasms, but the new sensations were going straight to my brain and as I groaned into her kiss, I rolled us over so I could finish myself off.

The sexy young blonde happily flung herself onto her back and spread her legs while I gripped my dick and re-aimed it back into her pussy. She grunted as my heavy weight dropped on top of her and her arms hooked under to grab my shoulders from behind. And then she immediately began humping herself up to meet my thrusting strokes while our mouths re-joined together.

“Mmph... [gasp] ... Nngh! ... Ahhh ... Oh, fuck!” DJ whimpered a succession of cute little moans while our hips rhythmically pounded together. Her pussy was an exquisitely tight furrow of pleasure which my thick cock dug through over and over and over again. I could feel every ridge and veiny bump of my shaft rubbing against her inner walls on every stroke, setting off little sparks of delight for both of us. And through it all, the pulses of her heartbeat tickled my dick’s nerves, her pussy fucking back at me in a way that was uniquely hers.

Soon enough, I felt my eruption boiling inside me. And DJ was right with me.

“Cumming!” she announced, tearing her mouth away from mine while her whole body undulated like ocean waves. “I’m cumming! Cum in me! Cum in me!”

I got to the short rows, pumping rapidly while bending my own mouth to her neck, biting into it and sucking powerfully to mark this gorgeous creature as my own. I wanted DJ to display my hickey, to walk around with me as my love, my girlfriend, for all the world to see. And while gripping her body with every ounce of energy and feeling her gripping mine, I let fly with my ejaculation, blasting her innards with my scalding hot sperm and marking her that way as well.

DJ thrashed as she felt me both biting down on her neck and splattering her womb with my heavy spunk. She screamed at the mixed pain and pleasure. And her nails dug into my back as she urged me deeper and deeper, pleading with me to fill her with even more of my creamy jism.

Long past the duration I would have believed, DJ was still trembling in the aftershocks of orgasm while I squeezed out the final few drops of jism into the back of my lover’s womb. My entire body had collapsed down, smothering her beneath me. And with my chest compressing hers, the young beauty panted for air while deliriously reliving the glory of our orgasms.

Melded together as one, our loins as intimately joined as possible, we stayed clinched for an eternity. I knew DJ would be perfectly happy to feel my hot, sweaty body crushing hers for even longer. But I heard the shallowness of her breath and I rolled myself off to let her sharply inhale more oxygen.

As soon as I rolled off, a veritable river of mingled cum dribbled out and onto the bed. She moaned and reached a hand down to cover her pussy, trying to keep my cum inside her.

I smiled and rolled back up to DJ’s side, throwing a leg over hers and reaching up with my right arm to cup her big left breast against my palm. My nose tickled her ear until she turned her face to mine. And from millimeters away, I smiled happily and said, “DJ, I love you.”

I had been wrong. DJ could smile brighter.