The Twins Go Camping
Twins Heather and Michael go to a party and then go camping.
The first story I wrote I stupidly split into two chapters, "Heather and Michael Ch. 01" and "Heather and Michael Ch. 02". After that, I published "Cycling Weekends with Sis". I then decided to do a sequel to "Heather and Michael" which I was going to do as four chapters. I published the first chapter of the sequel, "Heather and Michael Ch. 03", which got lots of negative comments. The negative comments killed my motivation to write. A year after Ch. 03 was published, I decided to move on and published "Sister Has a Plan". I revised "Heather and Michael Ch. 03" to say that I wasn't continuing the series. Every so often, I'd get a comment asking me to finish the sequel.
In 2017, I looked back at "Heather and Michael" and saw that my writing was terrible. I had learned so much about writing after I published that story. So I came up with the plan of replacing "Heather and Michael Ch. 01" and "Heather and Michael Ch. 02" with "The Twins Go Camping", and then finishing the sequel as "The Twins Go Camping: Complications". I got "The Twins Go Camping" done, but I got stuck on one scene in the sequel. I eventually pushed the project aside and worked on other things. Sometime later (2019?), I figured out how to write the scene I was stuck on in the sequel and started back on writing it, but got stuck on another scene.
I took all my stories down in January 2023. With all of the "Heather and Michael" chapters down, I've decided to publish only "The Twins Go Camping" and to forget about the sequel.
What was going to be in the sequel? Michael would start dating Maddie and eventually he, Maddie, and Heather would become a throuple. I do a much better job of building the throuple in "My Mom Competes with my Stepmom" and "A Week At The Lake With My Sister".
Chapter 00
It was the Monday of the week before finals. I set my school stuff on the dining room table and headed into the living room to do...something. I couldn't remember what. I stood there feeling overwhelmed.
Then I felt arms wrap around me, and I was being hugged. I hadn't heard my twin brother Michael approach me, but I knew it was him.
"It's okay, Heather," he said soothingly. "In no time, you'll find a guy who's better than Drew."
I sighed. At the end of the school day on Friday, Drew told me that he was breaking up with me and would be going out with Taylor Hopkins.
"I know," I said. "It's not Drew. He was a good boyfriend..." - we had been the king and queen of the prom a few weeks earlier - "...but I didn't love him. It's that..." Michael gave me a reassuring squeeze. "None of The Gang would talk to me today."
I belonged to a group of twenty or so of the most popular kids in my high school with Drew and Taylor. Or had belonged. To get into "The Gang", you had to be good-looking AND popular AND have money. I'd always felt a little insecure about being a part of The Gang as my parents didn't have money, but I had managed to stay in The Gang for four years. We had lunch every day in "our spot". Non-members were given the silent treatment if they tried to join us. Today, I got the silent treatment.
Michael said, "Then they weren't really your friends."
That was what hurt. I had hung out with The Gang every day for almost four years. For them to treat me now like an unworthy, like a loser, was very painful.
I said, "Maddie was the only one willing to eat lunch with me. And I'm sure she won't do it tomorrow."
Another reassuring squeeze. "Eat lunch with me and the guys."
"I don't know..."
What did I want to do for lunch tomorrow? What I wanted was to be back in The Gang. Why kick me out when I had just a few days left in high school? It was so petty. I had broken up with two other boyfriends who had been in The Gang and they hadn't organized my ouster. I had thought my breakup with Drew had been amicable. Things had been a struggle for us for a while, so I hadn't been angry when he told me he had found someone new. I had texted with different friends in The Gang over the weekend and I hadn't said anything nasty about him. But as soon as I got to school, the members of The Gang refused to make eye contact with me. Drew and Taylor must have spent the whole weekend organizing my ostracism.
When I didn't respond further, Michael released me and headed off to his room. "Do what you want. You know where we eat."
I stood there for a while, wondering how I would spend the rest of my day. I had always spent my afternoons and evenings with someone from The Gang. I felt all alone.
I thought about Michael, upstairs in his room. He'd be playing a game or watching a video to unwind for a while before eventually returning to the dining room to study. I had always studied with him during middle school. I had always had lunch with him, too. Michael had been my best friend, and we had done everything together. But then I had joined The Gang and had hung out with them instead.
I'd study with Michael tonight. And when I was studying with him, I'd tell him I'll join him for lunch tomorrow.
* * * *
The next day at school was awful. I felt like everyone was talking about me. I didn't doubt that my getting kicked out of The Gang was the biggest, juiciest story on campus. I had always walked to my next class with a member of The Gang, but today I walked alone. I felt life was so unfair.
I had lunch with Michael and three of his friends in the Chemistry teacher's classroom. I hadn't met two of the guys before, but I knew them by reputation - all four were the best math and science students in the school. While they ate, they played a board game where they were adventurers exploring some ruins. When they got to a new area, the game had a card to be read that spelled out the new challenge they had to overcome. Michael got me to dramatically read the cards, and it was goofy fun. Everybody in The Gang wouldn't be caught dead playing such a nerdy game, but Michael and his friends loved it. They'd brainstorm how best to defeat the challenge, quickly decide on a strategy, and then they'd root each other on as they rolled dice to see if their planned actions succeeded. One guy, Rajiv, had a stump for a left arm, and it was interesting to see him use his stump to manipulate his cards. He was the equal of the other guys, contributing just as much as anyone to the group's success.
After seeing Rajiv, I felt stupid for feeling sorry for myself. After lunch, I sought out some fellow members of the swim team that weren't in The Gang. They were happy to talk to me.
Yesterday, the end of the school day had been terrible. I had been forced to ride the bus home. I hadn't ridden the bus home since sophomore year. Most of the time, I had a boyfriend with a car. During the short periods when I was between boyfriends, I had gotten rides home from friends in The Gang. Yesterday when school was over, my "friends" in The Gang that I saw as I walked toward the student parking lot had ignored me. I had waited near the parking lot, hoping one of them would resume our friendship but in the end, I had no choice but to race to catch the bus to our house.
Today, I joined Michael straight away in the bus line. Once we got home, we dropped our bags near the dining room table. After I dropped my bag, I walked into the living room and stopped like I did yesterday, though intentionally this time. I heard Michael walk up to me, and then I felt his arms wrap around me. It felt good to have him hug me.
Michael asked, "How was your day?"
"Okay. I had a good time at lunch. It still hurts that all my friends in The Gang won't talk to me."
"I've never liked the people in your gang. All except Maddie. She's sweet."
I had known Madison Walcott since I was six. We swam together on the city summer swim team. When we turned nine, we both joined a swim team that swam year-round. In high school, we swam on the school's swim team together for all four years. On each of those swim teams, we had been the best girls of our age. Our times were always very close. I'd get better than her at freestyle, and then she'd work hard on her freestyle until she could match me. If she started doing better than me on long swims, I'd push myself to increase my endurance. In all the years of swimming together, there was never a time when one of us was clearly better.
Maddie was the one who had gotten me into The Gang. One day freshman year, she told me that two guys from her neighborhood had invited her to hang out at school with them and their friends and that she didn't feel comfortable going by herself. Maddie's parents were both doctors, and they lived in a very expensive neighborhood. Maddie had asked me to come along with her. I could tell some people in The Gang weren't happy with my presence, but Maddie somehow got me accepted long enough for me to get asked out. After that, I had thought I was securely a member.
I said, "Maddie is not sweet. She'll do something nice for you only if it benefits her. She is the most self-centered person I know."
"Yeah. And she's sweet too."
I laughed. "Are you pulling my leg?"
"No. She was the only member of your gang who would talk to me."
"When did she talk to you?" I then realized the answer.
"Whenever she beat you in a swimming event. Or when she beat your best time. She'd come over and talk..."
"Gloat."
"...talk about her performance."
I'd seen Maddie do that a hundred times. Each time it pissed me off. But Michael had never got angry. I said, "Did you ever talk to her after I beat her in an event? Or beat her best time?"
"No!" Michael sounded offended. "That would have been rude." I snorted. "And when she talked to me, we talked about lots of stuff besides swimming. She'd ask me what book I was reading. We'd talk about any recent science news. She'd ask about what I was doing in Scouts. It was like she was using the excuse of gloating to have an intelligent conversation with me." Michael squeezed me. "You know, you're badmouthing your future roommate."
Maddie was going to be my roommate at college. "She's nice to me, but she screws over guys just for grins."
It felt good having Michael's arms around me. I badly needed to feel that someone cared for me. Just the way Michael held me, I knew he loved me. Michael had been in cross-country all through high school and looked like he didn't have an ounce of fat on him. I had the more muscular build of a swimmer. But with Michael holding me like this, he felt like the muscular one, the strong protector who'd keep me safe.
I asked, "Why didn't you like the people in The Gang?"
"This will probably sound naive, but when I started high school, I thought that being good at learning - you know, the thing we're in school for - that being good at learning would make me popular. But your gang looked down on me for the fact that I busted my butt to learn as much as possible. It always pissed me off."
It was true that The Gang had looked down on Michael. When I joined The Gang, they made it clear to me that I couldn't be in The Gang and hang out with Michael. He was a nerd. He studied too much. He didn't drink or party and instead read egghead books all the time.
Michael said, "Take Jason Lewis. He's a total slacker. He cheats. He pays people to write papers for him. He was mister partial credit as teachers went easy on him when grading his work. Yet people worship the ground he walks on."
"Well, he started at wide receiver for two years."
"And I was the best runner on the cross-country team for two years. It doesn't justify looking down on people who are trying to get the most out of school."
"Well, Jason..." Jason was a hunk. He was super good-looking with blond hair and big blue eyes. His parents were rich. He drove a BMW convertible. He always dressed well in expensive clothes. He...
Michael wouldn't understand. Those weren't things he valued. Time to change the subject. I asked, "Why do you think I'll quickly find someone better than Drew?"
"Because you're smart. And good-looking. Fun to be with it. And have a great body."
I continued to fish for compliments. "You think I'm good-looking?"
"How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!"
I could tell Michael was reciting something, but I had no idea what.
"Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from the hills of Gilead."
I started giggling.
"Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,
coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin;
Not one of them is alone."
"What the hell is that?" I asked while laughing.
"Song of Songs. From the Bible's Old Testament. You stopped me before I got to Your breasts are like twin fawns of a gazelle that browse among the lilies."
I kept laughing. "Where did you learn that?"
"When I was dating Jenny." Michael had broken up with Jenny Anderson two months ago. She was the only girl he had ever dated. "Her parents would only let us be in her room if we were reading from the Bible, so we would read the Song of Songs to each other."
I asked, "You had to read the Bible to each other?" As far as I knew, Michael wasn't the least bit religious.
He said, "With the door open. And a parent regularly walking by."
I was curious. "Did you like reading the Bible with her?"
"It was great fun." Michael's voice had a slightly mocking tone. "For some reason, her parents forgot that the Bible has a lot of R-rated parts. Those were the parts we read. With the right person in the right context, the Song of Songs is the most erotic writing in the world."
I snorted. "I don't understand why you dated Jenny. Not that you really dated."
"We most certainly dated," Michael said indignantly. "We just had to take one of her parents with us. And no kissing." I shook my head. "But we could hold hands and stare into each other's eyes...while we were thinking of Bible verses."
I closed my eyes briefly. I couldn't imagine going on a date like that. Whenever one of The Gang members spotted Michael and Jenny on a date, they loved describing the date to everyone else in The Gang. "And you couldn't go to the movies."
"Not true. We could go to Christian movies. As long as a parent sat between us."
This was so crazy. "Why? Why would you go out with someone under such conditions?"
When Michael had been dating Jenny, he had refused to discuss it with me. All he would acknowledge was that he was seeing her.
Michael said, "Because Jenny was great. She was smart. She was fun. She was super appreciative."
"How long did you guys date?"
"Twelve months exactly." I felt bad. I hadn't paid any attention to Michael's love life. When he had broken up with Jenny, I hadn't done anything to console him. I had been too wrapped in my drama with Drew. "Her family gave her a year to convert the heathen, and when I didn't, they forbid her to see me again. We've not spoken since."
I asked, "Why would you continue to date Jenny when you never kissed her?"
"I didn't say that I never kissed her. I was never permitted to kiss her."
I was confused. "But you kissed her anyway?"
Michael dodged my question with, "I didn't say that either." Michael tried to change the subject by saying, "Is this enough hugging? I assumed that you stopped in the living room because you wanted a hug like yesterday."
I wasn't going to let him change the subject. "Did you ever kiss Jenny?"
"What does it matter? I'm not dating her anymore."
I was starting to get pissed. "Why are you being so evasive? Did you kiss Jenny? Yes or no."
"For Jenny and I to kiss would be very wrong." Michael's lightly mocking tone was pissing me off as well. "It would have fired up sinful desires. It would have made us think about bodily lusts instead of God." Why was Michael telling me this bullshit? "Jenny would have gotten in a lot of trouble if we had kissed."
I was getting frustrated. Michael had never been evasive with me. "So you never kissed her?"
Michael moved his hands away from my waist and started to pull away. I grabbed his hands and pulled him back.
I asked hotly, "Did...you...ever...kiss...Jenny?"
"Jenny and I had a saying. If no one saw it, and we didn't talk about it, it didn't happen."
I was close to strangling Michael. "So did you kiss her?"
Michael said, "We would have never kissed." Back to the lightly mocking tone. "I told you that it would have been wrong for us to do so."
Michael had never talked like this before - the mocking tone, the evasiveness. There was something else to his voice - like he was talking about a happy memory instead of a frustrating situation. I was getting the impression that I would never get a straight answer out of Michael.
I decided to try to play along. I asked, "So you never would have kissed Jenny?"
"That's right."
"Is there anything else you would never do?" I was trying to break the code. "Would you never touch her butt?"
"It would have been very, very wrong for me to touch her butt."
"So did you ever touch her butt? Cop a feel?"
Michael laughed. "I certainly never would have rubbed her ass until Jenny had to bite her lip to keep from moaning." The mocking in Michael's voice was getting stronger. It sounded to me like he had rubbed Jenny's ass until Jenny had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.
I asked, "Did she have a nice ass to not rub?" This was such a weird conversation.
Michael proudly said, "Jenny had the nicest ass that I would never rub."
"Did you ever fuck?"
Michael said regretfully, "It was impossible for us to ever fuck."
Okay, so they had never fucked. Time to keep probing. "You never touched her tits?"
"Get behind me, Satan!", said Michael fervently. "Of course, I would have never touched her tits."
So Michael may have touched her tits. He may have rubbed her ass. Or he might be yanking my chain.
Michael had my curiosity fired up. I had always assumed that he had done nothing with Jenny. Now, I was suspecting otherwise. How much had he done with Jenny? How much was he willing to hint at? He must have promised Jenny that he would never tell anyone how much they did.
I asked, "Did she ever touch your dick?"
"Why would she ever touch my dick? A good Christian girl like Jenny? That's a really terrible thing to suggest."
Was that a denial? It wasn't a firm no but it wasn't an I never would have statement that seemed to imply that he had. Had I asked the question the wrong way?
This was a crazy game we were playing. Something like asking riddles. Why was he even giving me these hints? I guessed that Michael didn't want to lie to me. But it had to be something more. I had dismissed his relationship with Jenny as being pathetic. He wanted to let me know that it had been hotter, more intimate than I had thought. He wasn't the inexperienced naif that I had thought he was. But he would never say anything that would sully Jenny's reputation.
I tried to picture Michael making out with Jenny. Could they have made out at school? Too big of a risk of someone seeing them. It sounded like the only time they were ever alone was at her house. I pictured Jenny and Michael in Jenny's bedroom, fully dressed. They had a few moments of privacy. They'd kiss while Michael rubbed her ass with his hands, pulling her close to him...
I asked, "Jenny would never have rubbed her body against your dick, right? That would have been a very sinful thing to do."
Michael laughed. "Very depraved. Jenny would never have done something like that." The mocking was turned up to eleven.
So she had rubbed her body against his dick. Picturing the oh-so-conservative Jenny silently rubbing her body against Micheal's while her parents lurked nearby was getting me excited. Would they have made out on the bed? While standing up? While in the same position Michael and I were in now? Michael was still behind me with his arms wrapped around me.
I asked, "Jenny would never have rubbed her ass against your dick while you touched her tits, right?"
"I would never have cupped her tits while she ground her ass into my crotch until I came in my underwear." The way Michael said it, that had clearly happened. Multiple times. "The earth would have opened up and swallowed us if we had done something like that."
I pictured Michael cupping Jenny's tits while she ground her ass into his crotch. They would have had to have done it furtively when they got a few moments alone from Jenny's parents. They would have been fully dressed. Jenny always wore a long dress with long sleeves. Michael had always worn jeans and a T-shirt when he went over to her house. I pictured them dressed like that, listening for the sounds of a parent returning as they silently made out. I imagined their hearts beating rapidly from both the pleasure of making out and the fear of getting caught. Doing the forbidden because they wanted each other so much. Enjoying breaking the rules. Jenny, by being willing to take the risk of punishment if she was caught, showed Michael how much she cared for him. I could feel my heart beating faster as the imagined scene excited me.
Then I was picturing Michael cupping my tits as I ground my ass into his crotch. Maybe it was because we were in the same position that Michael and Jenny would have had to be in to do what Michael described. I suddenly wanted Michael to take his hands from my waist and cup my tits. To show me how much he liked my body by actually touching it. To show me how much he cared by breaking the rules. To do the forbidden because he wanted me so much.
Then the moment was over. I was revolted that I had ever thought it. Michael was my brother, and he'd never touch me that way. I stepped out of Michael's arms. I turned to face Michael. He looked embarrassed. Had he had the same thought of him groping me like he had groped Jenny?
Michael mumbled, "I hope you're feeling better," and headed off toward his room.
I put my arm on his shoulder to stop him. I asked, "Did you and Jenny..."
"No more questions about Jenny," Michael said angrily. "I've already told you much more than I should have."
I asked, "May I ask one last question about you and Jenny?"
"Is this the very last question?"
"Very last question," I promised. "Did you love each other?"
Michael sadly shook his head. "No. You can't fall in love with such craziness. We were always honest with each other. We didn't know if we would have gotten along if we had been able to spend time alone. But we had a deep friendship. I would have done anything for her, and I knew she'd take a bullet for me. Though we weren't in love, we made each other as happy as possible given the circumstances."
Michael turned and left.
I stood there stunned. My parents never had any qualms about me having sex. They had kept a box of condoms in a drawer in the kitchen and had told Michael and me that we were free to use them. Mom had put me on birth control when I started eighth grade. Mom and Dad didn't care what I did sexually as long as I didn't get any STDs. Mom was a nurse in an OB/GYN office and had seen too many "good girls" get pregnant.
So I had fucked Drew and my other two boyfriends from The Gang. It had been...okay. I mean fun but...not great. It was what I was expected to do. I had put out to keep my boyfriend happy, and my boyfriend had kept me in The Gang.
I was suddenly so envious of Jenny. Even a kiss, under those circumstances, would have meant everything. Suddenly the mocking tone made sense. Michael and Jenny had loved surreptitiously, having what little sex they could, so making a mockery of her parents' watchfulness and religion.
* * * *
The next day, I joined Jenny and two of her friends for lunch. Jenny greeted me like an old friend, but the two girls she was with treated me with suspicion. I told them about getting kicked out of The Gang, and that "I was looking to finish the school year having lunch with people that I might not see again." I had the feeling that the two girls went to Jenny's church and had been charged with keeping an eye on her. I never mentioned Michael. I asked the girls what they were doing after graduation. Jenny was going to go to a small Christian college that I had never heard of. One of the girls was going to get married and eventually become a stay-at-home wife. The other girl sounded like she was trying for that but hadn't met the right guy yet. I sat catty-corner from Jenny so there'd be no accusations of me slipping her a note. Jenny was pretty with long brown hair and dark brown eyes. Boys would have fought over her if she'd been permitted to date. She was cheery and always making little jokes, a major contrast to her two glum companions.
I did have lunch with different people for the rest of the school year. But Jenny was never far from my thoughts. I looked for her as I walked around the campus. She was always with one of her lunch companions. Whenever she saw me, she gave me a big smile without her friend noticing. Did she suspect that Michael had told me about their relationship? Did she consider me in on their secret? Or was she happy to see me because I reminded her of her former relationship with Michael?
How could she and Michael not have been in love? The risks they had taken! You had to be in love to take gambles like that to show that you cared for the other person. Michael had kept her secret the whole time they were dating. Even now, I suspected that if her family tried to use wild horses to drag something out of Michael, they would fail. He had hinted to me about their relationship only after they had broken up and only because I had kept badgering him.
How had Michael described their relationship? A deep friendship. I had had that once with Michael. Then I had pushed him away to join The Gang. I had had a series of relationships where I could have all the sex I wanted, but I had never really cared about my boyfriend. Michael had found another deep friendship, someone he had been joyfully happy to date even if it meant only holding hands except when they could sneak in an occasional make out. To my amazement, I felt that Michael had done better than me.
* * * *
Graduation was Friday night. Saturday and Sunday, I went to several parties. None of them were hosted by members of The Gang, but they were still good parties. Michael and his friends had a marathon session of their adventuring board game.
Chapter 01
Monday afternoon, I was surprised to get a call from Maddie. "Hey, Maddie! Did you have a good time this weekend?" We talked about the post-graduation parties we had attended.
Maddie changed the topic by asking, "Are you doing anything Friday night?"
"My family is going on our annual camping trip Saturday, but I can have everything packed before Friday night."
Every year since I was six, my family went camping for a week at the start of the summer. As my parents didn't make a lot of money, we couldn't afford a nicer vacation. I had a list of stuff to pack so it would be easy to get it all packed up early.
"I am planning a special party," said Maddie, "and I want you to attend. But you have to promise me two things. Number one is that you can't tell anyone about it, beforehand and afterward."
"Done."
"Number two is that you have to bring an unattached guy to the party. A good-looking guy who you wouldn't mind going out on a date with. And he can't tell anyone about the party beforehand and afterward."
I pondered what guy I could invite.
Maddie interrupted her thoughts with "Here are the other girls that are coming: Becky Henderson, Teagan Jackson, Brooke Perdue, and Maria Hernandez."
Becky and Brooke were from The Gang. Well, they had been in The Gang but were out now that they had graduated. Maddie must have convinced them to resume their friendship with me. I hadn't talked much with Teagan. Maria was from the swim team. All of those girls were good-looking and popular. It would be easy to convince a guy to go to this party.
"Count me in."
"The idea behind the party," said Maddie, "is that we shouldn't be spending our summer before college without a guy, so we are going to speed date. You and your guy are to bring six $5 bills. Dress code for the party for both guys and girls is T-shirt and shorts. Be ready for some fun and action, and, hopefully, you will have a boyfriend for the summer when the party is over."
We talked a bit more then hung up.
After I finished talking with Maddie, I called Jared. Jared had been on the swim team with Maddie and me. He was a nice guy, good-looking, and was going to college in the fall. I verified that Jared was currently unattached. I told Jared about the party and asked if he would go with me. He readily agreed.
* * * *
It was past six, almost dinnertime, and the party was to start at eight on the dot. I tingled with excitement as I brushed my strawberry-blond hair. I had let it grow since the end of swim season and it was now down to my shoulders. I checked my looks once again in the mirror. I had on a small amount of base makeup, and I'd apply the final makeup in the car. My T-shirt was a little tight on me. My shorts were one of my shorter pairs, but I'd worn them several times before. I wanted to look good for the party but not so good that my parents would ask questions. I hadn't told Mom and Dad about the party; instead, I had told them that I was going over to Maddie's house to visit. Maddie's parents didn't know about the party, and the house had to be clean and empty by the time they got home at 11:30.
The whole week, I had been thinking about the party. The other choice was thinking about the camping trip, which I wasn't excited about. I hadn't been excited about camping with my family for years. I wanted to spend time with my friends, not just Michael, Mom, and Dad. This year will hopefully be our last family camping trip. I had done all my packing this morning and had been thinking about only the party ever since.
I had decided my hair was as good as it was going to be when I got a call on my cell phone. It was Jared.
"Heather, I'm sorry. I can't go tonight."
"What!"
"I'm so sorry. I got in a fight with my little sister today; a very bad fight. We were yelling and screaming at each other so loud that we didn't hear Mom come home. When she heard us fighting, she grounded both of us for a week."
Idiot! Jerk! Asshole!
"Jared, that's terrible! I have been looking forward to this party all week. It's going to be a great party. Is there any way you can sneak out?"
"God, no! My Dad is getting home around nine, and we'll have a family council then."
Spineless idiot!
"OK, Jared. Talk to you later."
I immediately called Maddie to tell her about Jared.
"Heather, you have to got to find some other guy! You can't come by yourself and I've everything planned for six couples. Get on the phone and start calling!"
I ended the call and started looking through my contacts. Then Mom called, "Dinner time!"
I set down my phone and joined Mom, Dad, and Michael for dinner. Dinner was excruciating. Mom and Dad wanted to hear all about my day and Michael's. I kept my comments short, but Michael went on and on about the preparations he had made for the camping trip and how much he was looking forward to it. Michael had gotten his Eagle in Scouts and loved to camp. This was one of the few times I wanted to strangle Michael.
In a break in the conversation, I quietly asked Michael, "Could you please clear the table and load the dishwasher?"
I could tell from the look on Michael's face that he knew that something was going on. "Sure."
Mom and Dad were going over the final preparations for the trip. I asked, "May I go up to my room?"
"No," Mom answered. "This involves you, and we don't want to be yelling up to your room all evening."
It was 7:30 before I got back to my room. I started placing calls. Patrick didn't answer. David was out on a date. Evan was at a party. I was running out of time. It was time for my last resort.
I knocked on Michael's door. "Come in!" I went in and saw Michael on his bed reading The Three Musketeers. I told Michael about the party.
Michael said, "Sounds like you'll have a great time" as he picked back up his book.
"Michael, I need a date for the party. Jared backed out on me at the last minute. I've tried to find a guy to take his place, but I've struck out. I need to leave for the party now, and I have to have a guy with me to be allowed in."
Michael's eyes narrowed. "Hold it. Are you asking me to be your date for the party?"
"There's no one else, Michael. It's either you go with me now, or I don't go. And I really, really want to go."
"I'm your brother. I'm not going to be your date."
"You don't have to be. You're just the guy I'm bringing to the party. We'll each be trying to find someone to date at the party."
Michael thought that over. "And who's going to the party?"
I listed the people I knew were coming.
"The Gang again," Michael said with disgust. "Your gang doesn't like me, and I don't like them."
"Please, Michael. It won't be all people from The Gang. It's really important to me. Please."
Michael looked away. I saw him weigh the pros and cons of going. I knew he didn't want to go. He's an introvert and being in a room of people that he hardly knows has no appeal for him. I wouldn't have asked him if I had any other option.
Michael finally said, "At least I'll know you and Maddie. I'll go." He got up and went to his closet. "What should I wear?"
I picked out a T-shirt from the university Michael would be attending in the fall. He had gotten a full scholarship to go there to study Engineering. It was the most prestigious public university in the state. Maddie and I would be going to a state college that wasn't nearly as prestigious. We hadn't had the grades or test scores to get into Michael's university. Maddie could have gone to a private college, but she wanted to go to the same college as me as a lot of our friends were going there or would be going there.
I thought about combing Michael's hair, but it didn't need any combing. He had thick hair that he kept short. Mom was a blonde and Dad was a redhead, so our hair color was between the two. His hair was a light red. For a redhead, he was pretty tanned. Michael had pretty green eyes like mine. He had an attractive smile like I did. I thought he was handsome.
"Let's go," I said.
* * * *
We arrived at Maddie's house with a minute to spare. When Maddie greeted us at the door, I gave Maddie the six $5 bills. As Maddie escorted us back to the kitchen area, she whispered to me, "You brought Michael?"
"I couldn't find anyone else on such short notice," I whispered back. "Jared shafted me. It was Michael or not come."
The kitchen/dining area was where everyone was hanging out and talking. Maria was the only girl missing. I checked out the guys. Present were Nathan Wilkerson, Connor Barnes, Zeke Archer, and Eric Woolery. Nathan and Conner were from The Gang. All were popular, good-looking guys, and I would be happy to go on a date with any of them. I heard a noise, and Jason Lewis popped up from behind a counter with two cold beers. He gave them to Michael and me.
Jason - what was he doing here? He had been dating a cheerleader named Gina for a year and a half. He must have broken up with her recently. He had always been nice to me.
"Glad you could make it," said Jason. "Maddie said you were having trouble finding a date." Then he looked at Michael and snickered. Michael walked away. I stayed to talk.
Maria showed up a few minutes later with Ryan Hopkins. The twelve people mingled for a while, chatting about parties they had attended and their plans for the rest of the summer. Jason was definitely the center of the party. The girls all regularly drifted over to talk to him, and he was never alone. When I talked to him, I could feel myself getting lost in his beautiful blue eyes.
When I was alone with Maddie, I asked, "When did Jason breakup with Gina?"
"A few days before graduation. I found out Saturday. He was the inspiration for this party. He won't be unattached for long, and I thought that I or one of my friends should be the one to land him." Michael joined us, and we dropped the subject. We talked for a little while, and then I left them to rejoin Jason.
A few minutes later, I noticed that Michael was standing alone again. I walked over, grabbed his elbow, and steered him over to Eric and Becky. It was the third time that I had had to rescue him from being alone and get him back into a group.
As I talked with Michael, Eric, and Becky, I saw Maddie looking at me across the room with an evil look on her face, like she had something wicked planned for me. I knew Maddie could be pretty mean at times, and it looked like one of those times was coming up. I hoped that Maddie wouldn't embarrass Michael.
I walked toward Maddie to ask her what was up, but before I could reach her, Becky stopped me. "Heather, you brought Michael?" she said in a tone of disgust. Brooke, the other girl from The Gang, had asked me the same thing with the same tone. I told Becky about Jared backing out at the last minute. I was feeling frustrated with Becky and Brooke. Yes, Michael wasn't popular and didn't go to parties, but he was good-looking and nice enough that I wouldn't have minded going out with him if he wasn't my brother.
At nine, Maddie clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "OK, time for the speed dating part. Every girl will have a particular location." Maddie directed each girl where to go in the kitchen/dining area. "Now each guy, find a girl to talk to." Ryan moved next to me. I looked and saw that Michael was with Maria and Jason was with Maddie. "Now talk for five minutes, and then the guy moves to the next girl. I have a timer and will keep track of the time."
For the next half-hour, I talked to the guys in turn. I had a great time talking to Jason. We were both going to be English majors, though at different colleges. I told him about our family camping trip. He told me that he was going to go to Europe for five weeks. He made it sound so wonderful; I was filled with envy. When Michael came around, we talked about the party. He hadn't enjoyed the mingling but was enjoying this part. He had a very good time talking with Maddie.
After we finished our last five-minute chat, Maddie had us go to the living room and sit down. "For the next part," she said, "each girl and guy will kiss for thirty seconds. Here is everyone's big chance to try before they buy. The hottest kiss gets $30 for both the guy and the girl. Teagan and Zeke go first. Sit down here on the floor in the middle of everyone else."
Teagan and Zeke looked at each other and then moved to the living room floor. They started kissing, and, when Maddie's timer went off, they stopped. Maddie and Ryan went next. Maddie slipped Ryan some tongue as they kissed. Becky and Eric went next, and their kiss was even hotter. As Maddie put couples together, I realized that my first kissing partner was going to be Michael.
After five couples had kissed, Maddie called mine and Michael's names. We sat down on the floor like everyone else did. Maddie said, "Start" and I gave Michael a quick kiss on the lips and then sat back.
"No! No, No!" said Maddie. "A real kiss, like all the other couples were doing."
I cried, "But he's my brother!"
Maddie said firmly, "If you want to stay at the party, you have to kiss everyone." Maddie looked around the room, making sure everyone heard. "If you don't want to kiss Michael, leave now."
The other people started chanting, "Kiss him! Kiss him!"
Michael looked at me and said quietly, "I'm fine with going. Your choice."
I didn't want to kiss Michael. As much as I loved him, the idea was disgusting. Maddie was using his presence at the party to humiliate me.
But I wanted to stay at the party. I wanted back in The Gang. When I had been in The Gang, I had been someone special; one of the best of the best. I had gone to great parties at beautiful houses. I missed that. And to get back into The Gang, I needed to date someone from The Gang again, preferably Jason. This party was my big chance to make that happen.
"Let's do it," I told Michael.
I moved close to Michael and kissed him. At first, it was awkward. Neither of us wanted to kiss the other. The "Kiss him! Kiss him!" chants continued, which pissed me off. Then I realized that I was setting the standard here. As Michael wasn't that popular, the other girls might slack off when they kissed him. I needed to establish that Michael deserved as hot a kiss as anyone.
I pushed my tongue into Michael's mouth. I could feel him flinch in surprise, but I kept exploring his mouth with my tongue. I heard Ryan say, "Man, this is so hot." Michael quickly got used to my Frenching him. I was surprised at how good of a kisser he was. He and Jenny must have kissed a lot. I pulled my tongue back, and I felt his tongue follow my tongue's retreat. It had just made it into my mouth when the timer went off.
Michael and I went back to our seats. Maddie kept pairing up people. When Becky and Brooke kissed Michael, they did so with much less enthusiasm than when they were kissing the other guys, which made me mad. The other girls kissed Michael like they kissed the other guys. Maddie kept the order of the guys the same, so Michael was always the last guy to kiss in each round. In the last round, Maddie and Michael kissed last.
After Michael and Maddie kissed, Maddie said, "Alright, nominations for the hottest kiss!"
"Heather and Michael!" said Ryan.
Maria and Jason plus Becky and Eric were also nominated. Maddie held a vote, and Michael and I won. Maddie gave us each an envelope. As Maddie gave me the envelope, she gave me a look I knew so well. The most common place that I saw it was when we were on blocks four and five at a swim meet. It was her "I'm going to win this race" look. I felt my competitive juices start to flow.
Maddie announced, "OK girls, time for each of you to take off your bra. This time, the guy gets to feel your boobs while you're kissing. Guys, here's your chance to check out each girl's goods. Again, the hottest kiss gets $30 for both the guy and the girl."
Maddie kept the order the same, so Michael and I kissed last in the first round again. There was no hesitation this time between us - Michael and I started Frenching as soon as Maddie said, "Go!" Michael put his hands on my tits and cupped them. Had he ever touched Jenny's tits without a bra on? I doubted it. I knew that Michael would never tell me. Knowing that my tits were the first tits that Michael had touched without a bra made me hot for some reason. Before this kiss, I had had a standard in my head for how passionately we were going to kiss, but I pushed past that, eagerly responding to Michael's kiss and touch. The timer seemed to go off early.
When I sat back down, I berated myself for getting carried away. I'd have to kiss all the rest of the guys like I kissed Michael. Better yet, a little more passionately. People would talk otherwise. It was out of my comfort zone, but I had to do it.
Michael's kisses with Becky and Brooke surprised me by being very passionate. Michael did a lot more with them than he had done with me. I was surprised to find that I felt a little bit jealous.
As I watched the other couples kiss, I realized that Michael and I had a huge advantage in the competition - the fact that we were brother and sister made our kisses much more exciting to watch than other kisses with the same level of passion. Some kisses were more passionate than ours - Jason seemed to be the recipient of most of those - but not significantly hotter.
Again, Maddie and Michael were the last kiss of the last round. When Maddie sat down with Michael, she shook her tits at him and gave him a big smile. When the timer said, "Go!", Maddie attacked Michael. They were kissing passionately within seconds of starting. Michael's hands were all over Maddie's tits. Then they tipped over and fell onto the floor. One of Maddie's hands grabbed Michael's butt. Michael moved one of his hands down to Maddie's butt. Then they were rolling all over the floor while they kissed and groped each other.
When the timer went off, Maddie sat up and immediately looked at me. I won that time, bitch. I could practically hear the words in my head.
When Michael sat down next to me, I couldn't help but give him an evil look. He gave me an embarrassed little shrug. It was her idea he seemed to imply.
Michael and Maddie won that set. Maddie and I were even. That bitch wasn't going to beat me tonight.
"Last set!" said Maddie. "Guys, take off your shorts. This time, the girls get to feel your junk while you're kissing. Girls, know his size before you decide!"
Again, I kissed Michael in the first round. No way was I going to kiss him like Maddie had. I wasn't going to make a spectacle of myself. I wasn't going to have people talking about Michael and me. I toned it down during the kiss with Michael compared to our other kisses. I followed the rules and put my hand on Michael's crotch. I had never thought of Michael having a dick before; I had never thought of him in that way before. His dick was rock hard. I followed the rules by leaving my hand there, but I didn't do anything more than the minimum.
When I was done kissing Michael and we returned to our seats, Maddie gave me her "beat you this time" look. Hah!
I watched the other couples kiss. Brooke barely touched Michael's crotch during their kiss, but to my surprise, Becky and Michael's kiss was the hottest kiss going into the last round.
In the last round, I was kissing Jason. Maddie was kissing after me and would know exactly how far to go to win it all. She was all confident smiles as Jason and I moved into the center of the living room.
Maddie's first clue that I was dead set on winning was how I positioned Jason and me before the kiss started. Rather than sitting or kneeling next to each other, I had Jason sit on his butt with his legs on the floor spread wide. I sat down between his legs with mine bent over his so that we were facing each other. As soon as Maddie said, "Go!" I grabbed Jason's hands and lifted them to my tits as I moved to kiss him. Once we were kissing, I wrapped my arms around Jason and put my hands on his shoulders. Then I started rubbing my crotch against his, using my hands for leverage.
"Oh my god!" I heard Teagan say. "She's dry-humping him!"
I dry-humped Jason for the whole kiss. Jason was humping me just as vigorously while mauling my tits. At some point, we lost our balance and fell over. We continued writhing all over each other on the floor.
When the timer went off, I sat up and looked at Maddie. Top that, bitch.
Maddie wasn't willing to. She and Michael had a nice make-out session, but nothing special. Jason and I won the vote easily.
Once Maddie handed me my envelope, the recriminations kicked in. How could I have acted that wantonly in front of my friends? They all must think I'm a slut. And what will Jason think of me? I've probably driven him away. That was stupid, stupid, stupid. I had let my competitive nature ruin my judgment.
"Time to clean up!" Maddie told everyone. "My parents will be home in thirty minutes. Remove all evidence that a party happened. And be damn sure that all of those beer bottles are out of here."
Everyone moved back to the kitchen. I couldn't make eye contact with anyone. As I cleared empty cups and plates, I kept my head down. I could feel that my face was red with embarrassment. I noticed Eric was talking to Nathan, who had brought Brooke. Eric asked if Nathan would be willing to take Maria home so he could take home Brooke. Michael was sweeping dirt into the dustpan that Maddie was holding. I walked over to the dining room table and picked up a printout of phone numbers. I looked to see if Jason's number was there.
I noticed Jason was next to me, reaching for a printout too. He asked, "Are you doing anything tomorrow night?"
"I have a family camping vacation this week."
"Oh, that's right. Well, how about-"
"We've got to go!" said Michael as he grabbed my elbow and dragged me out of the kitchen. "We've got to get up early tomorrow!"
I turned back to Jason as Michael hustled me toward the door.
"How about next Saturday?" Jason called. "We could hang out at the mall for a while and then catch a movie!"
"That would be great! I'll call when I get back!" Then we were out the door, and Michael was closing it behind us.
When Michael and I were in the car, I said, "We didn't have to leave that quickly."
"We have to get up early tomorrow. You're such a grump when you don't get a good night's sleep."
I suspected that Michael's desire to get home had nothing to do with me being a grump tomorrow and everything about trying to keep me away from Jason. Not that it worked out for him.
I asked, "Did you have a good time?"
"Great!"
"I'm so pissed at Maddie. She humiliated me by forcing me to make out with you."
"She didn't make you. You chose to stay."
"You know what I mean. She's an evil, mean bitch."
"And sweet too."
"She's not sweet. You should have seen how bad she's messed up some guys."
"She protected me tonight."
"What?"
"She...protected...me...tonight. Becky and Brooke told me during the five-minute chats that I could drop dead as far as they were concerned. When I told that to Maddie, she changed the rotation of kissing so that you and I went first. Then she said everyone had to kiss me or leave. She wasn't humiliating you; she was keeping Becky and Brooke from humiliating me."
Had I misread Maddie? She had always been nice to me. Had she used me to protect Michael? Maybe. Or maybe she had killed two birds with one stone, protecting Michael while humiliating me. I was glad I beat the bitch.
"Maddie didn't humiliate you," said Michael. "You humiliated yourself."
I had. I had completely lost my head in the last round. I was still mortified by what I had done with Jason. The only good thing about it is hopefully people will remember that from the party instead of my making out with Michael.
Michael continued, "Your so-called friends in The Gang kicked you out, and the first chance you get, you go crawling back. You pretended everything was okey-dokey after they treated you like shit. You should have shown some pride."
I shook my head. Michael had completely missed how I had humiliated myself. Michael didn't understand big group dynamics. There had always been some in The Gang that had thought I hadn't belonged; that I was a social climber. Or they had thought I was a leech, going to parties at everyone else's house but never holding a party myself. When Drew and Taylor had decided to kick me out, there had been plenty of others who were open to the idea. So The Gang had been faced with a choice - either kick me out or face a split. They had decided to kick me out. But that didn't mean everyone had agreed with the decision. Maddie hadn't. And she was trying to get me back in with the people who hadn't agreed also.
I asked Michael, "Did it feel sick and disgusting to kiss me?"
"I'll tell you what was sick and disgusting. When it came to round two, I went after Becky and Brooke. I rammed my tongue down their throats while mauling their tits. I did every crazy thing I could think of while I had them in my arms - pinching their nipples, twisting them. They both shuddered with disgust the whole time. And I loved it. That was sick and disgusting."
"But yours and Becky's final kiss was really hot!"
"It was!" Michael laughed. "Completely took me by surprise. I guess I just needed to show her that she couldn't mess with me."
"Our making out was sick and disgusting."
"It didn't happen."
"What?"
"It didn't happen. One of the rules for the party was that nothing that happened at the party will be discussed outside of the party. We aren't going to discuss it again. It didn't happen."
Just pretend it didn't happen? I guess that would be the best thing.
I looked over at Michael. He looked at me and gave me an impish grin. "Can you believe how Maddie made out with me during the second set? That was awesome!" His grin got bigger.
Why Maddie? Why couldn't he hit off with one of the other girls? Any other girl and I'd try to set up a date between him and the girl. But not Maddie. I've seen her hurt too many guys. As the older sibling - I was seventeen minutes older - I was protective of Michael.
We quietly rode the rest of the way home. I thought about the party. I shouldn't have kissed Michael. I definitely shouldn't have made out with him. But what choice did I have? I didn't want to leave the party, and Maddie required me to treat Michael like the other guys if I was going to stay. I probably should have left. It had been wrong to make out with the other guys too. What would Mom and Dad think if they found out about the party?
But I got a date with Jason out of the party. I may have done a lot of things at the party that I regret now, but they got me what I wanted. Jason was so awesome. He was so handsome, so funny. His parents had an incredible house. All the girls in The Gang would envy me.
Mom and Dad were in bed when we got home. Michael and I quietly disappeared into our bedrooms.
I couldn't fall asleep. Had Maddie intended to humiliate me by forcing me to kiss Michael? Or had she done it to protect him? Yes, Maddie had always been nice to me. But she had always been the most self-centered person I knew. I had always known how to dodge that. And we were always so competitive. Had she made me kiss Michael because she thought it was a way to compete with me in a way that she was certain to win?
What did Jason think of me? Why did he ask me out after I dry-humped him? He hadn't seemed close to asking me out after our five-minute talk. Did he think I'd be an easy lay? Did I want to be an easy lay? He was SOOOOO good-looking.
What did I think of making out with Michael? Had he enjoyed it? I'd twice tried to get him to say that making out with me was sick and disgusting. Both times, he had changed the subject. What about me? I had definitely lost control during our second-set make-out session. Was that because Maddie had goaded me into competing? Or because I had enjoyed making out with Michael? Had I been so adamant in the car that making out with Michael was sick and disgusting because I had found it sick and disgusting? Or was it because I had found it sick and disgusting that I had enjoyed it?
Eventually, I decided that (a) Maddie was a good friend while also an evil bitch that I tended to get overly competitive with; (b) that I'd go out with Jason, not be an easy lay but not put up too much of a fight and (c) I'd forget that Michael and I had ever made out.
* * * *
The next morning, Mom woke me at six. As Michael had predicted, I was grumpy. I groaned and moaned until the car doors closed. I slept the three hours to the parking lot where the trail began. There, we put on our backpacks and started the hike up the trail.
My parents intended the week to be a family bonding time. Michael and I had to leave our books and electronics back in the car. It was to be all quality time with Mom, Dad, and Michael. However, the hike wasn't a family experience. Michael and I hiked up the trail, leaving our parents behind. Mom worked out regularly and was in good shape, but she was only 5'2" and struggled to keep up with everyone else because of her short legs. Dad was the tallest in the family at 6'1", but this was the only time all year when he exercised, and he had a good-sized spare tire. Michael was 5'11" and I was 5'6". Michael and I would hike at a pace I found comfortable for a half-hour, and then we waited for our parents, huffing and puffing, to catch up to us. Then we would leave them behind again.
I really enjoyed hiking with Michael because he knew so much about the outdoors. He identified trees and birds for me. He told me about the geological developments that created the mountains we were hiking in. He told me about the ecosystems we passed through. He never sounded like he was talking down to me, instead was just happily sharing the knowledge he had picked up. If my teachers had talked this excited and enthusiastic, I would have done a lot better in school.
At one point, I was getting hot from the hike so I took off my T-shirt to reveal the bikini top underneath it. That prompted Michael to say, "I may be biased, but I think last night you had the biggest tits of the six girls."
I could feel my cheeks get hot. "I may be biased too, but I think you had the biggest package of the six guys." Michael blushed in turn. We resumed hiking up the trail. Michael seemed to walk a little more jauntily after my comment.
I told Michael about Becky and Brooke. Brooke has always thought she was better than almost everyone because her parents had money. Becky was the type that went along with whatever everyone else was doing and had probably just gone along with Brooke until Michael kissed her. Then I talked about some of the people in The Gang that I had never liked before moving on to the flaws of Drew and my other two boyfriends. I had stored up a lot of bitterness about certain people in The Gang, and I was finally releasing it.
During one of the times we were waiting for our parents to catch up, I asked Michael, "You were a good kisser at the party. Did you and Jenny kiss a lot?"
"No more questions about Jenny and me. I regret saying as much as I did."
He wasn't angry that I had asked. If anything, he sounded like he wished he could say more but was bound by promises.
"Okay. I won't ask about Jenny. I'll ask about her parents. In private, were they more relaxed about the rules they laid down about you being with Jenny?"
"Jenny's dad, no. He demanded total obedience. If he told Jenny to not do something, he'd get angry at even the possibility that Jenny might still want to do it."
"And her mom?"
"Tough to say. She kept a close eye on us and checked on us regularly. At the same time, she was very predictable in how she kept an eye on us. Her mom worked part-time and was home when Jenny got home from school. Jenny and I would start homework at their dining room table, and her mom would leave us to change the bedding on her bed. Jenny and I knew exactly how long she'd be gone. Her mom would check on us and then go off to do laundry. Jenny and I knew how long that would take. Different days were different chores, but the schedule was always the same. So if Jenny and I had wanted to kiss or even make out, we would have known the windows of opportunity. Was her mom turning a blind eye to Jenny and me? Or was she so overwhelmed with domestic chores that she didn't have a choice? I never knew."
I grinned at Michael and said, "But you and Jenny never would have taken advantage of her predictably to kiss or make out."
Michael grinned back. "Oh, no. Of course not."
I asked seriously, "Was her dad predictable as well?"
"No. He knew we were sinning and did his best to catch us at it. Jenny's dad scared the shit out of me."
The idea of making out under the nose of her mom sounded so exciting to me. How much did they do? They could have done a lot while the mom was doing the laundry.
I asked, "So like now would be an opportunity for us to make out?" Why had I asked that?
"Umm...Yeah." Michael seemed confused by my question. "But we would never make out."
"Like we didn't make out last night."
I intended that as a joke along the lines of Michael and Jenny would never do anything. But Michael took it seriously. He sighed before saying, "Last night, for reasons beyond our control, the rules got suspended. But they won't be suspended again."
I asked pointedly, "And you were okay with the rules getting suspended?" I was still upset that Michael had never said last night if he had felt disgusted when he kissed me.
Michael said sharply, "You were the one who chose to suspend them."
"I chose to suspend them?" I was in disbelief. "I don't remember you making a big fuss about kissing me."
Michael raised his hands and said, "Hey, I wanted to kiss the other girls. I felt that if you could handle kissing me then I could handle kissing you. But I let you make the choice."
He was right. He had left it completely up to me. I hadn't asked his opinion. There hadn't been time.
I had been wrong to get angry at Michael. He had gone to the party even though he didn't want to, and he had made out with me even though he had probably found it disgusting. To try to make up for getting angry at him, I said, "Thanks again for going to the party. I had a great time."
Michael smiled impishly. "It was okay for me. I made the best of it." He chuckled.
"Made the best of it, huh?" I poked Michael in the ribs. He busted up laughing.
He stopped laughing long enough to say, "It was tough kissing all those good-looking girls, but the sacrifices I'm willing to make for my sister." Michael cracked up again.
I waited for him to stop laughing. "You hated the start of the party."
Michael nodded his head. "Yeah, I did. But the second half was great. I was satisfied overall with the party."
"I owe you. Do you want me to try to set you up with Maria? Or Teagan? Or Becky?"
Michael thought for a moment with a smirk on his face, and then said, "If I want to go out with a girl from the party, I'll ask her myself."
Was he thinking of asking out Maddie? Was he smirking at me because he knew that I'd disapprove, but would he do it anyway?
Maddie would never go out with him. Michael was not the type of guy she went for. Maddie had a Lexus, and Michael didn't even have a car. Maddie had dated guys outside of The Gang, but they had always been guys with money. No way she'd go out with Michael.
Michael was the type of guy she made fun of. Maddie's pet name for him was "The big, orange golf ball" as she had somehow thought his short, thick red hair made him look like a golf ball. She had ridiculed Michael's dates with Jenny. Other kids in The Gang had made fun of Michael, but Maddie's mockery had hurt so much more.
But Michael thought Maddie had gone out of her way to protect him at the party. And she had vigorously made out with him during the second set of kissing. I could see why Michael would think he had a chance with her.
What if Maddie said yes? Michael was the type of guy she loved to fuck with. Their relationship would start all passionate, and then Maddie would get bored and begin playing mind games with Michael. She'd get him to embarrass himself before tossing him away.
Should I warn Michael about going out with Maddie? He wouldn't listen to me. He had his own opinion of Maddie. He'd probably warn me right back about going out with Jason. But I knew Maddie and Jason well, and he didn't. No way would I let Maddie hurt Michael.
Mom and Dad were definitely slowing down. This was the longest wait yet.
I asked, "Is there something else I can do for you?" I really was grateful for all that Michael had done for me lately. He had been there for me when I broke up with Drew. I hadn't been there for him when he broke up with Jenny.
Michael said, "You could buy me a car."
I snorted. Neither of us could afford a car and the accompanying insurance.
Michael added, "Can you sneak Jenny away from her parents?"
"I can't do that." I wished I could.
Michael shrugged. "I don't really want anything else." Then after a second, he added, "You could give me a foot rub or a shoulder massage when we get to the campsite."
"Okay."
Mom and Dad turned the corner of the trail and moved slowly toward us.
"Beautiful day for a hike," said Michael once our parents reached us. They practically collapsed once they did.
"It's a little warm for me," gasped out Mom.
Michael had an impish grin as he easily lifted his pack onto his back. "I think we're getting close to the campsite. Would you mind if Heather and I kept going until we got there?"
"Not at all," panted Dad. He looked like a fish flopping around out of water. "We'll rest here for a bit before we catch up to you."
I pulled on my backpack and set off up the trial. I looked back at Mom and Dad. They looked like they wouldn't be moving from that spot anytime soon.
* * * *
Michael and I reached our usual campsite. I stripped off my pack and sat down to rest. I was glad to see that no one was at our site. The site was the right size for the four of us. There was a fire ring, and next to it was a log and three-foot-high stones with flat tops. Michael inspected them to make sure they would be good to sit on. Michael emptied packs and then started setting up camp. I got up and helped Michael set up the two pup tents next to each other in a spot where we knew that the smoke from the fire didn't blow.
"My feet and back are killing me," I said.
"You want a foot rub and a back massage?"
"I thought I was supposed to give those to you?"
Michael laughed. "I'm fine. You're the one who needs them."
"Then what am I supposed to do for you?"
"Surprise me."
I moved to the log by the fire ring, faced away from the fire ring, and took off my shoes and socks. Michael knelt down, grabbed my right foot, and started massaging it. It felt great.
Michael said, "I read recently an interesting Harry Potter fan story."
We were both huge Harry Potter fans. "Tell me about it."
Michael related the adventures of Harry and Luna Lovegood as he continued working on my foot. He massaged the heel, then my arch, then the ball, and finally the toes. As he finished my toes, I said, "It feels so much better."
Michael smiled as he switched to my left foot.
"You know, Michael, you're the best brother ever."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"Leave it, Heather."
Michael went back to the Harry and Luna story as he gave my left foot another great massage. As his fingers turned my pain into pleasure, I wondered why he had refused the compliment. It had been like my calling him the best brother had pushed on a sore spot. I'd used to call him that a lot long ago. Why would it bother him now?
Michael released my foot and moved behind me. He said, "So Harry and Luna go to Flourish and Blotts to find a book about what to do about cursed dragons..." as he started working my shoulders. I moaned my pleasure. To give Michael better access to my shoulders, I pulled down the straps of my bikini top so that they were horizontal.
At one point, I arched my back, and then I had a thought - how much of my tits could Michael see? From his position, he could definitely see down into my top. He couldn't see my nipples, but he could see a good amount. Was he staring at my tits now? There was no way I could know.
"So Harry and Luna start making out..."
"Harry and Luna made out? Isn't he dating Ginny at this point?"
"No. He's still in his Hogwart's-most-famous-student-can't-get-a-date phase."
I laughed. "Are you implying that's unrealistic?"
"Something in a story about witches and wizards is unrealistic? Pshaw. There's some spell that's been cast that the books haven't mentioned."
I said, "Like there's a spell at Hogwarts that kills the students' sex drive until they graduate?" That was Michael's theory for why the teenagers in the story never do anything more than kiss and hold hands.
"Exactly."
I asked, "What's the spell in this case?" I loved discussing Harry Potter with Michael. He discussed the books with the right mix of seriousness and silliness.
"Oh, I don't know." Michael continued massaging as he thought for a moment. "How about in book two when Ginny was under the power of Tom Riddle, she cast a spell on Harry that he wouldn't be interested in any other girl."
Michael stopped his massage as we discussed his idea, but he continued to stand behind me. By this time, I had decided that I'd not worry about if Michael was checking out my tits. He'd take whatever view I was giving him the right way. He knew I wasn't coming on to him like I knew he wasn't coming on to me by giving me a massage. When he resumed the massage, I arched my back again.
Michael was still working on my shoulders when we heard our parents approaching. Michael stood up, and I put my straps back on top of my shoulders. When our parents arrived, they collapsed. Michael got out the camp stove from Dad's pack and then hiked down to the creek to get some water. I got some food out of my parents' pack for dinner. I worked on dinner as Michael set up the sleeping bags.
The first day was always the roughest. We would spend the week camping here. We had brought inner tubes to float on in the creek near our campsite. We would take some day hikes, but nothing as long or as hard as today's hike. On Saturday, we would break camp and hike out.
Once dinner was ready, Mom and Dad finally stirred. Dinner tasted awful as backpack dinners always did, but everyone ate their whole serving since we were so hungry. Michael and Dad started a fire, and the family talked around it for a while. Mom and Dad sat on the log and held hands as they always did while Michael and I sat on rocks on each side of them. Soon everyone was ready to go to sleep. Michael and I went into our tent. I took off my shoes and socks, removed my bikini top from under my shirt, and got into my sleeping bag. Michael was also wearing a shirt, shorts, and underwear for night clothes. He got into his bag and was soon asleep.
Dad had loaned Michael's and my sleeping bags to a friend, and they had come back ruined. Dad had bought us new ones for this trip. I couldn't get warm in my new bag. I lay awake for a long time. As I lay there, I heard a sound that I couldn't identify at first. Eventually, I figured it out; it was Mom saying "Ah, Ah, Ah" rhythmically while Dad occasionally grunted in time. Mom and Dad were making love! I listened to their performance, and, after a while, I heard Dad snoring. I finally drifted off, but I could never fall deeply asleep. I woke up several times shivering. It was the worst night's sleep I had ever had.
The next morning when I decided to get up, I felt awful. I slowly climbed out of my sleeping bag and out of the tent. Mom was cooking breakfast. Dad and Michael had gone to get water and firewood. I told Mom about my poor night's sleep. Mom looked panicked when I told her that it had taken me so long to fall asleep.
"Yes, Mom, I heard you and Dad making love last night."
"Oh, I am sorry, honey," Mom said as her cheeks turned red. "Your Dad gets frisky when we camp. We won't bother you again."
"That's okay, Mom. I think it's sweet that you still love each other so much."
After breakfast, we went for a hike. I didn't have a lot of energy for it. When we got back to the camp, I napped until lunchtime. Michael inflated the inner tubes and after lunch, we hiked up the trail until we got to a good spot to enter the creek. We then floated down the creek for a while until we got to a large pool in the creek that we always used as a swimming hole. There, we swam around for a while. That was where we spotted our first "bares" - people who were partially or fully nude. In this case, it was two topless girls about my age who came floating by on inner tubes. They were with two guys.
We continued playing in the swimming hole. Actually, Michael, Mom, and Dad played, and I mainly watched. Then we floated down the creek for a while until we got to an exit near the trail. From there, we hiked back up to the camp.
I was tired again and napped until it was time to eat. After dinner, we sat around and talked. I didn't join in much because I was grumpy. I had been grumpy all day. Despite two naps, I was tired early. Not sleeping well two nights in a row had caught up to me. It was dark now, and Mom didn't like walking in the woods alone in the dark and always took Dad when she made her final pit stop of the night. When Mom and Dad went back in the bushes to our makeshift bathroom, Michael pitched an idea to me.
"Tonight, why don't you snuggle with me for a while to get warm? I can zip our sleeping bags together so you can come snuggle with me whenever you get cold."
"I don't know..."
"Look, we didn't have a very good day today because you were so tired and grumpy. You owe it to the rest of us to get a good night's sleep."
At this point, Mom and Dad came back. Dad suggested I sleep in jeans and extra shirts to keep warm. I promised to do that and went into the tent to go to sleep. I put on the jeans and extra shirts, but I found them almost as uncomfortable as being cold. When I took them off, I was cold again.
Later, Michael came into the tent. I whispered to him, "Okay, let's try your idea."
Michael slowly unzipped the sleeping bags so that our parents wouldn't hear and slowly re-zipped them together. We got into the combined sleeping bag. We were both wearing a T-shirt, shorts, and underwear. Michael lay down on his left side facing me while putting out his left arm. I backed up to him and put my head on his arm.
This is definitely much warmer.
I said, "In the morning, this didn't happen. Right?"
"No one saw it, and we won't discuss it."
"And I'll be in a much happier mood."
I knew I shouldn't be sleeping with Michael like this. It gave me a little thrill to think that Michael and I were sleeping together so intimately with our parents ten feet away in their tent. I thought of Jenny and Michael making out with her mother in the house.
I was comfortable with my head on Michael's arm and was warm enough to fall asleep. I hoped that I'd fall asleep right away, but I didn't. I felt like I was in the terrible position of being too tired to be able to fall asleep.
I turned around and faced Michael. I whispered, "I wish I had some music to listen to." I always listened to music when I went to sleep at home.
"Let's try something," Michael whispered. He lay down on his back. "Come here." I put my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes."
"Warm?"
"Toasty."
I felt very safe and secure snuggled with Michael like this.
Michael whispered, "Now listen."How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!
Your hair is like a flock of goats
descending from the hills of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn,
coming up from the washing.
Each has its twin;
Not one of them is alone.
Michael continued on. It was nonsense, but it was soothing nonsense. I was soon asleep.
* * * *
The next thing I knew, it was morning. I had never slept with a guy before, and I had enjoyed it, even if the guy was my brother. I could hear at least one of my parents moving around the campsite. Michael whispered, "Go out there and distract them while I unzip the sleeping bags."
I climbed out of the tent. It was Mom who was up, and she was working on breakfast.
Mom asked, "How'd you sleep, honey?"
I couldn't very well say, Great! Michael was wonderful to sleep with. And I had to cover for the fact that I wasn't wearing my extra shirts and jeans.
"Better, Mom. Took me a while to fall asleep again. The extra shirts and jeans kept me warm, but they were very uncomfortable."
"Sorry to hear that."
"I dozed in them for a while until I felt warm enough to take them off. After that, I slept pretty well. I think tonight, I'll try just the extra shirts and see how that works."
"But you sleep better than yesterday?"
"Oh yeah. I'm feeling pretty good this morning."
Michael came out of the tent a little bit later. He opened the tent up to air out, and I could see the two sleeping bags were now separate.
I was helping Mom make breakfast when Michael came up to us and said, "I'll use the facilities in the woods and then take over for Heather." He gave me a big smile. "Did you sleep well?"
"Better. Took me a while to fall asleep, then I slept well."
He gave me his impish grin and took off. I couldn't help smiling impishly myself. It gave me a thrill to pull off sleeping with Michael right under Mom and Dad's noses.
* * * *
After breakfast, we did the family hike as usual. I had a lot more energy today. I took another nap before lunch, but that was more to catch up on the sleep I had missed on Saturday night. After lunch, we went tubing. This time, instead of spending a lot of time at the swimming hole, we did multiple runs on the creek. It was a great day and I was looking forward to another night sleeping with Michael.
The only bad part of the day was that while we were tubing, I frequently saw Michael staring at my tits or Mom's. Both Mom and I wore bikinis while tubing. I felt uncomfortable with Michael staring at me - it might tip off Mom or Dad that we had been doing some activities that siblings shouldn't do. And his staring at Mom was just gross.
I felt good enough that I was able to stay up late chatting around the fire with the rest of the family, talking about prior camping trips and other vacations. It was a great day. Finally, Dad said it was time for everyone to turn in.
When we got into our tent, Michael again quietly unzipped the bags and then zipped them back up together. We got into the sleeping bag, Michael laid on his back, and I lay along his side and put my head on his shoulder. I had such a great day that I was too excited to go to sleep.
"Michael, I'm going to ask you a question and I want a straight answer this time, okay?"
Michael resignedly said, "Okay."
"Did you enjoy kissing me at the party?"
"You tell me first if you enjoyed kissing me at the party."
Michael was being evasive again. I said, "I'm still freaked out about it. That's why I want to hear your feelings."
"Well...I enjoyed kissing you. I enjoyed kissing Maddie more..." Why the fuck was it always Maddie? "...but I enjoyed kissing you more than the other girls."
I asked, "And it didn't freak you out?"
"Well...At first, it did. And then..."
"Then what?" I was getting annoyed again about Michael not giving me a straight answer.
Michael said, "Then I..." He paused for a long while before saying, "Let me explain something. When I'd go over to Jenny's house, we both had to be thinking we were just friends. No happy looks. No secret smiles. We had to look as innocent as innocent could be."
I now understood the long pause. He was deciding how much to tell me about him and Jenny. I said, "Okay."
"We'd chat with Jenny's mom. We couldn't act antsy. We couldn't seem excited. We had to be boringly friendly."
I could picture in my mind Michael and Jenny pleasantly chatting with her mom. "I can see that."
"Then her mom would leave us to do some chore, and we'd throw the switch. We'd be all over each other. We'd make out like crazy. We had to keep our clothes on, but otherwise, we did whatever we wanted. When we knew that she was close to coming back, we threw the switch back. We went back to friendly but not too friendly."
So Michael finally admitted that he made out with Jenny.
I said, "That sounds so wild."
"So back to the party. I was uncomfortable for the first half of the first kiss, then I decided to throw the switch. To enjoy kissing the attractive, fun girl I was with. And as soon as the kiss was over, I threw the switch back."
I think I could see what he was describing. "You went back to being my brother."
"I'm always your brother." He made that sound like a deep truth. "I went back to our boring, typical brother-sister relationship."
I understood where he was coming from. I too had enjoyed kissing Michael, and I too had thrown back the switch to treating him like my brother. I hadn't done it consciously like he had done, but I had done it nevertheless.
There was a problem with that. I said, "My sleeping with you isn't the typical brother-sister relationship."
"Special circumstances."
It was. I had to stay warm for the benefit of the family, so we were forced to sleep together like this.
And it was okay that we kissed at the party. It was something we had to do for me to stay there. And because I stayed there, Jason practically asked me out. And afterward, Michael and I had gone back to how we had always been.
I shook my head. No matter how many times I excused my behavior with Michael, I knew it was still wrong. I knew that Mom and Dad would be mortified if they found out. I was terrified of the gossip when it got out that I made out with Michael at the party.
At the same time, I could see where Michael was coming from. He had enjoyed kissing and making out with me. I enjoyed kissing and making out with him. We were enjoying sleeping together. We were mature adults and knew how to keep things under control. After acting in a non-typical brother-sister manner, we knew how to throw the switch back and resume our boring, typical brother-sister relationship.
And there was something about throwing the switch and doing what my parents would think was wrong with them so close by that I found very exciting. It gave snuggling with Michael some extra spice.
I hugged Michael. "Thanks for telling me all that. I feel better now." I did feel better. I knew that it had been hard on Michael to break whatever promise he had made to Jenny when he had admitted that he had made out with her. "What can I do to thank you for all you've..."
"Hush. Go to sleep."
Michael moved so that my head was on his shoulder, and then he began reciting Song of Songs. I didn't hear the words; they were background noises like crickets. But they were distracting enough that I drifted off to a contented sleep.
* * * *
I was lightly awoken by Michael slowly trying to move away from me. I didn't think much of it and started drifting back to sleep. I heard Michael get out of the sleeping bag and part of me realized he was doing it very slowly and quietly.
I was awake now. I was curious as to what Michael was doing. Was he going to go pee? The moon gave enough light into the tent for me to see Michael strip off his shorts and underwear. Michael knelt on the sleeping bag so that I was behind him and to his right side. I had a nice view of his firm butt. I could barely see the tip of his hard dick, which I had felt three nights earlier. I heard Dad snoring in the distance. Michael dropped a big ball of spit onto his hand and reached down to stroke himself. Based on his arm movements, he was slowly sliding his hand up and down his dick.
I quietly moved into a better viewing position while trying to act like I was asleep. I watched in fascination for a while. I had never seen a guy jerk off before. I had given handjobs before, so I knew what Michael was doing, but it was different and interesting to just watch. I couldn't see much, but the combination of the sounds Michael was making, his arm movements, and my imagination enabled me to picture what I couldn't see. By now, he was stroking himself quickly.
Michael moaned quietly, "Yes, Maddie. That feels so good."
Boom! I saw red. Sheets of flame shot up from the ground. Michael was fantasizing about the bitch. That evil bitch. I couldn't let him do that.
I slipped an arm out of the sleeping bag and reached for Michael's dick. When I wrapped my hand around it, Michael pulled his hand away in surprise and turned to face me.
"What are you doing?" he asked in amazement.
"Hush! I was going to ask you the same when you got out of the sleeping bag, but I figured it out pretty quick." I had gone to sleep trying to think of something I could do for Michael and now an opportunity had presented itself. I continued to slide my hand up and down his hard dick. It was slick with Michael's spit. I enjoyed the feeling of its warmth and hardness.
"You shouldn't be doing this," Michael whispered.
"You shouldn't be fantasizing about Maddie. Lie down." I wasn't sure why I had decided to give Michael a handjob, but I was committed now. Michael continued to look at me. "Lie down, close your eyes, and relax."
Michael looked at me for a few moments and then lay down on his back.
I whispered, "You wanted me to give you a surprise, didn't you? Isn't this a surprise?"
"We shouldn't be doing this, Heather."
Too late now for second thoughts. "Let's throw the switch for a little while. I want to get back to sleep and I can't do it while you're out here."
"Heather..."
"I don't want you fantasizing about Maddie. You can fantasize about anyone else."
"But Heather..."
I didn't know why, but I was desperate to get Michael to stop fantasizing about Maddie. I whispered, "Fantasize about me then." An idea popped into my head. "My tits are bigger than hers. You said so yourself." Now to sell it. "Imagine I've taken off my bikini top, and you're sucking on my tit. Doesn't it feel good in your mouth?"
Michael groaned.
I climbed out of the sleeping bag while continuing to pump my hand up and down. With my prior handjob experience, I knew what to do. I made sure I knew where Michael's underwear was for when he came.
I whispered huskily, "You play with my nipple with your tongue. My nipple is so hard for you. Then you move over and suck on my other tit. I have big, beautiful tits, don't I?"
Michael groaned in answer. He was panting now. I knew he was close.
I continued whispering as sexily as I could. "As you suck on my tit, you reach down and grab my ass. I have a great ass. So firm, just the right shape..."
Michael whispered, "I'm about to come."
I grabbed Michael's underwear and placed it over his dick. I whispered, "You grab my ass with both hands as you continue sucking on my tit." I felt his dick expand with the first spurt of cum. Then his dick jerked again and again. I continued pumping my hand until the spurting stopped and his dick went limp.
Michael cleaned himself up with the underwear and pulled his shorts on while I climbed back into the sleeping bag. Michael joined me. He laid on his back, and I lay down along his side and with my head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Michael whispered. "I thought I wouldn't wake you. And while I enjoyed the help, you shouldn't have."
"It happened. It's over. Switch thrown back?"
Michael hugged me. "Switch thrown back."
I couldn't believe that I had given Michael a handjob. And I did it while describing him sucking on my tits and grabbing my ass. It was one thing to kiss, to even make out. But to make my brother come? That was so wrong, so very wrong. What would Michael think of me? We need to have a private conversation soon. No repeat of tonight.
It was Michael saying Maddie's name that drove me to do it. It makes me crazy that he's sweet on that bitch. She's so wrong for him. She's going to hurt him. I need to get his mind off her.
As I got over the initial shock of what I had done, part of me found getting away with something so wrong very exciting. Dad had never stopped snoring the whole time I gave Michael the handjob. Mom and Dad were so close to us and had no idea of what I had done. I found it very wicked in a very thrilling way.
Eventually, my thoughts stopped spinning around. I felt so warm and secure pressed against Michael. As I drifted off to sleep, I had some thoughts on how to keep Michael from fantasizing about Maddie.
Chapter 02
The next morning, I went out of the tent while Michael handled the sleeping bags. Mom was working on breakfast again.
"How'd you sleep, honey?"
Great, Mom. I stayed warm all night by snuggling with Michael. Except for the part where he slipped out to jerk off. He was a bad boy to do that, so I gave him a handjob.
"Great. I went to sleep fairly quickly and slept like a log for the most part. At one point, I got too hot and took the extra shirts off. I tossed and turned a while after that, but soon was deep asleep again."
Hopefully, that will cover any sounds Mom heard last night.
"You sound chipper this morning."
"I feel great. I'm looking forward to today. I think it's going to be a lot of fun."
* * * *
This story was written by 8letters and published on Literotica
After breakfast, we went on a two-hour hike to a big waterfall. On the hike, I wanted Michael and me to hike ahead of Mom and Dad like we had done on the hike up to our campsite. However, Mom and Dad wanted the family to stick together. Most of the conversation was Michael telling Dad about his camp outs with Scouts since the last family camp out. I didn't say much and mainly thought about Michael and me.
I wanted to discuss with Michael recent events. My sleeping with Michael had seemed so wrong when he suggested it. Now, it seemed so right. I was sleeping so much better because of it. I felt energized. I was in a much better mood. What did Michael think of my sleeping with him? Did he enjoy it like I did? Did it make him feel good like it made me feel good? Or did he do it only because he felt I needed it?
My view of the party was changing. I had been too excited about Jason asking me out to think of the implications of kissing and making out with Michael in front of other people. Just too big of a chance that word of it would get out. What if Mom and Dad found out about it? They trusted us now, but they might not if they heard we kissed and made out at a party. If Mom or Dad caught Michael and me sleeping together, I could defend it. It was Dad's fault. If he had bought me a decent sleeping bag, then Michael and I wouldn't be sleeping together. There was no defending Michael and me kissing and making out.
Did I think it was wrong for Michael and me to have kissed and made out at the party? It had been an unusual circumstance, a one-time thing. We had thrown the switch back. We hadn't kissed since. I hadn't considered kissing Michael. Michael and I had accepted that we would act like it never happened. It had been a good bonding experience. I felt better about sleeping with Michael for this week knowing that after the week was over we'd be able to act like it never happened.
Then the handjob last night. I still wasn't sure why I did it. I hadn't been thinking too clearly, being woken up in the middle of the night. I needed to talk to Michael to make sure he took it the right way. It hadn't been something I had intended to do, but I hadn't seen any point in stopping once I had started. Boys needed to masturbate regularly, Michael didn't have any place he could masturbate, so why not help and get it over faster? I had wanted to do something special for him, I had done it, and now Michael and I will act like it never happened.
I had a thought - had Michael masturbated in our tent in prior years? I'd have to ask him, again when we were alone.
We eventually reached the waterfall. It was twenty-foot high and forty to fifty feet across with a large pool at its base that people could swim in. About thirty other campers were in the area of the waterfall. The ground around the pool was open and sandy, so many people laid out there to tan.
The four of us plunged into the pool. The cold water felt good after a long hike. Soon, Mom and Dad went to the shore to lie down and recover from the hike. Michael and I were finally able to talk alone.
Michael said, "About last night..."
"You surprised me. I did what seemed right at the time." As there were people around us, I didn't feel like I could go into details.
Michael said, "You surprised me too."
"I surprised myself. I hope you were okay with it."
"I'm okay with it. It was just..." Michael shrugged. "...surprising."
"You never finished the story of Harry and Luna you were telling me."
Michael told me the rest of the story, and then we discussed his theory of Ginny casting a spell on Harry. As we talked, we moved around the pool. We kept to the parts where the water came up to our necks. There were other people our age in the pool. Last year, I would have talked to them; brought them into our conversation. This year, I ignored any attempts to join our conversation.
Mom and Dad rejoined us in the pool. We talked with them for a while. They were so boring to talk to compared to Michael. When Michael and I had talked to them for what I thought was a decent amount of time, I said, "Michael, let's go explore behind the waterfall."
Michael and I went to the edge of the waterfall and slipped behind it. There was typically a one to two-foot space between the rock wall behind the waterfall and the waterfall itself. We continued following the rock wall for about fifteen feet. The roar of the waterfall was so loud that I could hardly hear Michael, and he was right next to me. Looking through the waterfall, all I could see were diffuse colors. I knew that people out in the pool couldn't see through the waterfall. The wall behind the waterfall was curvy and whenever it came close to the waterfall, the view was blocked. I could only see a few feet in each direction. A very private place to talk.
Michael said, "About last night..."
"Why did you do it? You had to know that there was a chance you'd wake me."
I didn't know what Michael had intended to say, but my question stopped him cold. He stood there looking unhappy and finally said, "I had blue balls."
"Blue balls?"
"Blue balls. When guys get aroused for too long without coming, their balls start to hurt. That was what woke me up - my balls were aching. I knew that I wouldn't get any privacy today, so I went for it."
"Have you masturbated before in the tent while I was asleep?"
It was hard to believe, but Michael got even more embarrassed. I enjoyed his embarrassment. It made me feel powerful. I knew he didn't want to answer, but he would because I had demanded it. Normally, I couldn't boss Michael around, but I felt like I had him so off-balance that I could get him to do whatever I wanted.
Michael eventually said, "Yes. Once or twice each year. In years past, you've slept like a log once you've fallen asleep."
"But this time, because I was sleeping next to you, I woke up."
Michael nodded. "I thought I had slipped away without waking you. I wouldn't have done it if I had known that I had waken you."
"It's okay," I said. "You didn't have a lot of choices. You needed relief, and you had no way to get privacy." Michael seemed reassured. "What did you think of me helping?"
"It really surprised me. At first, I thought it was wrong, and I tried to stop you..."
"But..."
Michael sighed. "I didn't want you to stop. No one has ever done that for me before. When you kept going, I accepted it was going to happen and made the best of it."
Again, a surge of pleasure swept over me as I realized the power I had over Michael. I asked, "Did you enjoy it?"
"Heather, you're my favorite person in the world. I enjoy talking with you. I enjoy being with you. I enjoyed kissing you. I enjoyed what we did last night."
That made me feel warm all over.
I asked Michael, "Why didn't you think about Jenny last night? You had a hot thing going with her."
"'Had' is the operative word. I may never see her again. At a minimum, it will probably be years before I see her again."
"But you had some hot action with her."
"I saw very little of Jenny's body. I can't picture her naked. I've seen Maddie in a bikini and can picture her naked. And I had some hot action with her Friday."
"I don't want you thinking about Maddie." I meant it. He had to stop thinking about that bitch. It would only lead to trouble.
"I don't want you thinking about Jason."
We were at a standoff. Then an idea popped into my head. I knew it was horribly wrong, but I pushed that aside and acted on it. "I'm going to give you something to think about besides Maddie." I pulled up my bikini top, revealing my tits. "Suck them, Michael."
"Heather..."
I grabbed Michael's head and pulled it to my tit. He resisted at first and then gave in. As his mouth approached my tit, I said, "Suck it." I saw Michael open his mouth and take my nipple into it. I then felt him sucking. It felt so good. I enjoyed having my tits sucked, and I enjoyed dominating Michael like this. I stroked his hair as he sucked. I purred, "That's it, Michael. We're going to act out our little fantasy from last night. Grab my ass."
Michael grabbed my ass with his right hand and squeezed it.
"Maddie's an evil bitch. Fantasize about me instead of her. Lick my nipple like I described to you last night."
Michael stopped sucking and started licking my nipple. Michael was a great brother. He almost always went along with what I wanted. And what I wanted was for him to think about me the next time he jerked off.
As Michael continued licking my nipple, I said, "I'm prettier than her. I've got bigger tits than her. I've got a nicer ass than her. And I'm a hell of a lot nicer than her."
I moved Michael's head to my other tit and he latched on. His sucking on my tits felt so good. But I wasn't having him suck my tits to give me pleasure. That would be wrong. This was a special situation. I had to get him thinking about someone besides Maddie, and, at this moment, I was the only one who could replace her.
"Until you get another girlfriend, I want you to think about this when you jerk off. I want you to think about sucking my tits and fondling my ass under the waterfall while Mom and Dad were playing in the pool on the other side. Will you do that for me?"
Michael nodded his head as he continued to suck on my tit. I pulled him off my tit and then pulled my top down.
"Perfect," I said. I gave Michael a quick smile and then dived into the waterfall. The water pushed me down but I was soon down deep on the other side. I kept swimming.
When I surfaced out in the pool, I spotted Mom and swam over to her. "What do you think of the waterfall?" she asked.
"It's great, Mom. A really unique experience. Michael and I had a blast behind it."
Mom gave me a big smile. I just barely kept from laughing out loud.
* * * *
We spent the day at the waterfall, alternatively playing in the pool and laying out in the sun. Michael and I went behind the waterfall twice more but did nothing unusual each time. I watched Michael, and he didn't stare at me or Mom. We had lunch at the waterfall and eventually slowly hiked back to camp for dinner. Mom and Dad were exhausted once we got back to camp, so Michael and I made dinner.
When our parents were making their bio run before bedtime, I asked Michael, "Why were you staring at my tits all day yesterday but not today?"
"I stared at your tits yesterday?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yes. And at Mom's. That was disgusting."
Michael was embarrassed again. "Um, I guess yesterday, when the pressure was building in my balls..." Michael sounded embarrassed. "If I wasn't thinking about anything, I'd think about sex and stare at the nice tits near me. There's a saying - little head was thinking for big head. I didn't feel the pressure today."
When Mom and Dad got back, we said our goodnights and headed into our tents. After Michael had zipped the sleeping bags together, I whispered, "How about we lie down on top for a while."
"Okay."
Michael lay down on his back on top of the sleeping bag, and I put my head on his shoulder.
"Not too cold?" Michael whispered.
"I'm fine. You do a great job of keeping me warm."
We lay there for a while. I wasn't feeling sleepy. I was feeling excited. I couldn't believe how bold I had been at the waterfall. And how much fun it had been to pull it off with Mom, Dad, and all the other people close by. I listened for noises from Mom and Dad's tent. Finally, I heard Dad's snores.
I whispered to Michael, "You know, it bothered me when you kept staring at my tits."
"I'm sorry," Michael whispered.
"And it really grossed me out when you stared at Mom's tits."
Michael whispered in angry frustration, "I said I was sorry."
I moved my hand down and placed it on Michael's dick. "I don't want the pressure to build up again."
"Are you sure you want to go there, Heather?"
I massaged Michael's crotch and I felt his dick harden. "I think you need to practice fantasizing about me some more. I don't want you ever thinking of Maddie again."
Michael quietly stripped naked and laid back down on the sleeping bag. While he was sitting up, he let a bunch of spit drop from his mouth to his hand and he used that to wet his dick. Then he lay back down. My hand quickly encircled his dick.
Michael whispered to me as I stroked him, "You know what would help me get permanently in my brain the fantasy of sucking on your tits?"
"What?" I whispered back.
"If I were to suck on your tits while you jack me off."
I was taken a little aback by this. Did I want to go there? Yes, he had sucked on my tits before, but I had been in complete control then. I had always been in complete control. Did I want him to do something sexual to me when I wasn't in control?
"Okay," I whispered. I took off my shirt.
"Shorts and panties, too," whispered Michael. "I want to feel your bare ass this time."
What the hell? I took them off and lay down next to Michael. We were both naked. I could hear Dad snoring. Was Mom asleep? If she was awake, could she hear us over Dad's snoring?
"How do you want to do this?" I whispered. "Lie on our sides, facing each other?"
"Sounds good."
We rotated to face each other. Michael bent forward and took my tit into his mouth. Fortunately, I was on my left side so my right hand was free. Michael lifted his left knee to give me better access to his crotch. I took the opportunity to explore Michael's whole crotch area; running my fingers through his crotch hair and tickling his balls. Michael squeezed my ass with his left hand.
How would Mom and Dad react if they knew what we were doing? Here we were, making out naked a few feet from them. It was so crazy. And so thrilling. Just thinking about it got me wet.
Michael alternated between sucking on my tit and licking it. He did both silently. Unfortunately, he could only reach my right tit. He was so hard in my hand. I pumped him steadily to minimize the amount of noise. Yesterday, Michael came quickly, but he hadn't come in a while. I knew it would take longer tonight.
I pushed Michael, and he quietly rolled onto his back. I moved so that I could dangle my left tit over his mouth. He sucked it in while I kept stroking him. I loved the feeling of him sucking on my tits. But I wasn't doing this for my pleasure. I was doing this because I wanted Michael to not think about Maddie when he masturbated. I was doing this so he wouldn't build up too much pressure and stare at Mom, possibly giving away that we were doing stuff that sexually excited him. What we were doing was all because of special circumstances. I'd make Michael come, and then we'd throw the switch and go back to the typical brother-sister relationship.
"Almost there," Michael whispered.
I grabbed his underwear while I kept stroking him. I threw it over his dick just before he came. I loved the feeling of the spurts making their way through his dick. I kept up the stroking until he had shot his last spurt. I lay down on the sleeping bag while Michael silently cleaned himself up.
I whispered. "Time to get dressed and into the sleeping bag."
"You've done me twice. How about I do you?"
Up to this point, I had had a reason for everything intimate that I had done with Michael. The others at the party had forced me to kiss him, rub his dick, and let him fondle my tits. I had slept with him because I had been cold and needed to get warm to sleep. I had jerked him off because I didn't want him fantasizing about Maddie. I had jerked him off him tonight to keep him from staring at my tits and possibly giving away what we had done. But there was no reason, no excuse for letting him get me off. If I let him do it, it was because I wanted him to.
"Okay," I whispered back.
I put my nightshirt down on the sleeping bag as a towel and lay down on my back. Michael moved next to me on his knees but didn't touch me.
"I've never done anything like this," Michael whispered. "You'll have to tell me what to do."
"You never got Jenny off?"
"No. We always kept our clothes on. She had to wear long skirts and blouses with lots of buttons. I had to wear jeans over to her house. If her parents checked on us unexpectedly, we would never have gotten our clothes back on in time."
I grabbed his hand and guided it to my pussy.
"With your middle finger," I whispered, "part my pussy lips then start sliding it up and down." Michael did so. It felt so good. "Feel that bump?" Michael nodded. "That's my clit. The right pressure on it is what makes me come. For now, just rub the area between my lips to get me warmed up." Michael slowly slid his finger up and down my slit.
I laid back and listened. Dad was lightly snoring. The wind was blowing lightly through the trees. In the distance, I could hear the creek. I felt like Michael was making hardly any noise, but each noise seemed so loud. Mom was only a few feet away! I wasn't a screamer, but I was vocal about enjoying sex. Not tonight. I'd have to stifle all my moans.
Michael looked concerned. I smiled up at him, and he smiled back. I didn't dare give him much in the way of instruction. He'd have to figure out my sex by braille. He was doing a good job so far. Waves of warm pleasure were spreading from my pussy. A pant escaped from my lips. I tried holding my mouth in different ways to minimize the sound of my pants.
I motioned Michael to lean down. I whispered in his ear, "If you need more fluid, move your hand down my slit. My vagina is making lots of fluid."
Michael smiled and moved away from me. He was lying on his side with his head up, supported by his arm. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the work his hand was doing. It had only been a few weeks since the last time I had had sex, but it seemed like an eternity. It had been just another typical fuck with Drew. Pleasurable, but not exciting. This was exciting. This was crazy. Having my brother get me off and his first time to touch a girl's sex, with our parents sleeping a few feet away. The craziness was as thrilling as the sex. I knew I'd never forget this night.
I motioned again for Michael to lean down. "I am ready for the next step," I whispered huskily. "Start working your finger around my clit. Don't press on it directly. Instead, rub to either side of it."
Michael smiled as he leaned back up. He knew he was doing all right. He knew he was about to get me off. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasure he was giving me. I had to keep it in just the right place - if I let it get too strong, then I'd make enough noise to wake Mom or Dad.
I felt Michael's lips on my tit. I almost gasped. His lips sent an electrical shock through my whole body. My body felt like a huge conduit of pleasure flowing up to my brain. My whole body was tingling. Sex had never felt this good.
I whispered, "Slide your finger inside of me while putting pressure on my clit with your palm. I'm getting close."
It had been hard to whisper. I wanted to moan. I wanted to gasp out to Michael how good he was making me feel, how intense it all felt. I knew when I came, I'd want to scream out my pleasure. But I couldn't. I struggled to keep my body under control as it constantly tried to surrender itself to the pleasure Michael was giving me.
Michael's finger felt so good inside of me, like a little dick. His palm was providing just the right pressure on my clit. I was climbing higher and higher while desperately trying to not make a sound. Then, boom! it hit me. A massive orgasm. It swept over me like a tidal wave. I had never come so hard. I rolled onto my side and then into a fetal ball as I soared into the stratosphere.
After a good while, I came down from my sexual high. I opened my eyes to see Michael smiling down at me. He had such a beautiful smile. He was so handsome. And he was so proud of himself. He had made me come.
Suddenly, I felt so guilty. I creased my forehead and rolled onto my side. Michael dropped his head down so that it was lying on his arm. We were facing each other about six inches apart. I whispered, "What are we doing, Michael? I'm your sister. We shouldn't be doing this. It'd break Mom and Dad's hearts if they knew what we'd done. And they're sleeping right next to us."
Michael slightly grimaced. "I know what you're saying. This is wrong. It's not something we can keep doing. But..." He paused. "After today at the waterfall, I decided that for some reason, the rules have been set aside on this campout. I'm having a good time. You're having a good time. Mom and Dad are having a good time. Remember last year? Last year, you spent the whole week pining for Drew and sulking. This year has been a lot more fun. Mom and Dad have commented on it."
Since I had started sleeping with Michael, the campout had been fun. There was no denying that. "But it's been fun for the wrong reasons."
Michael shook his head. "Not all of it. I've enjoyed being with you when we've just been talking. Most of the fun has been normal."
"We need to be normal." My emotions were in such turmoil. Two minutes ago, I was on cloud nine and now I was wracked by guilt.
"I know," whispered Michael. "The rules are off for now, but when we get back to the car, we'll throw the switch and none of this will have happened. We'll go back to being a normal brother and sister. You'll go out with Jason..."
"I thought you didn't want me to go out with Jason?"
Michael sighed. "I don't like Jason, but I'm not the one who'd be going out with him. If going out with him makes you happy, then go out with him."
That touched me. And I knew that if it didn't work out with Jason, Michael would never say I told you so. He'd wrap his arms around me and tell me that there's a better guy out there for me.
"And when we get back," I whispered, "I'll try to set you up with someone besides Maddie." Michael smiled.
I rolled onto my back and reached for my panties.
Michael whispered, "You know, we could sleep together naked tonight."
I rolled back. "You want to?"
"The body heat transfer would be more efficient if it was skin-to-skin."
Mr. Scientist thinking practically. "It's too risky," I whispered. Well, not that practically.
We got dressed and back into the sleeping bag where I snuggled with Michael with my head on his shoulder. I felt the urge to kiss Michael, but then suppressed it.
"We shouldn't kiss," I whispered. "That's a boyfriend-girlfriend thing. I know we kissed at the party, but we were forced to. I think it'd be best if we don't kiss again."
"Okay. Let me ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"If you think Maddie is so awful, why are you going to be her roommate this fall?"
That was a good question as my rooming with Maddie did seem to contradict what I had said about her. "I know Maddie really well. I know how she operates. She's a very cruel and selfish person, but I know how to avoid her worst behavior. Occasionally I take some lumps like having to kiss you in front of my friends, but mostly I know how to keep from being a target. Also, it has always been in our best interest to not piss the other off too much. I much rather deal with the devil I know rather than room with someone I know nothing about. But you won't see Maddie's ploy coming until she has hurt you badly, so you need to keep her at arm's length."
"Okay," said Michael in a way that I hoped meant he understood for the first time why it was important to keep Maddie at arm's length.
I snuggled more closely with Michael. He recited Song of Songs. Again, I didn't really hear the words. Tonight, I heard the intent - I enjoy being with you. I want you to be happy. I'll do anything for you. I love you. I felt not just the warmth of Michael's body but the warmth of his affection for me. My last thought before I fell asleep was, "Were ALL the rules off?"
* * * *
The next morning, I left the tent first as usual, and Mom was working on breakfast as usual.
Mom asked, "How'd you sleep, honey?"
"Better. I seem to have adjusted, temperature-wise. Now, I miss having music to listen to. I kept thinking about what I'd be doing this summer and at college. I tossed and turned until my thoughts settled down enough for me to go to sleep." Again, I was doing my best to cover any sounds that Michael and I might have made.
Mom had an odd look on her face. Disappointed? Upset? I couldn't place it. Dad came up shortly carrying some wood for the fire. After he dumped it next to the fire circle, he gave Mom a longing look.
Suddenly, some facts fell into place. The first night, Mom and Dad had made love after they thought Michael and I were asleep. The next morning, Mom had been embarrassed that I heard her and Dad and had said that it wouldn't happen again. Since then, I had heard no more sounds of Mom and Dad making love even though I had listened well after bedtime for any sounds from their tent. Mom had said that Dad gets frisky on camping trips. Today, Mom had looked very disappointed when I said yet again that I had had trouble falling asleep. Just now, Dad had given Mom a smoldering look in the apparent hope that he could make her clothes combust.
Mom and Dad hadn't made love since that first night, and Dad was getting blue balls. Dad was probably pushing Mom for some frisky time, and she was saying no because I'd hear them.
Interesting theory. How could I test it? How could I take advantage of it?
When Michael came out of the tent, I had an idea of how to test it. "I'm going to put on my bikini top now," I said to Mom. Mom and I were both wearing T-shirts. I went into the tent and changed into my bikini top, and then came back out and helped Mom with breakfast. Just as I had predicted, Dad's eyes were drawn like magnets to my bikini-covered tits. I couldn't remember Dad ever checking me out before. But as Michael had said, his little head was thinking for his big head.
I realized that overnight, my attitude had changed. Sex had been so good with Michael last night. I wanted more. I hardily accepted that the rules had been set aside and was up for anything now. For the rest of the week, I wanted to have as much pleasure as I could with Michael. I wanted to do everything I could when Mom and Dad's backs were turned. This was going to be the best family vacation ever.
While we took our usual morning hike, I thought about how to take advantage of Dad's blue balls. We did a tubing run down to the swimming hole and splashed around there for a while. At the first opportunity, I gave Michael's ass a squeeze when Mom and Dad weren't looking. Michael gave me a look of surprise. I gave him a big smile. After that, we both felt each other up while Mom and Dad couldn't see. I stroked his dick while we were neck-deep in the water next to each other. When I was behind Michael, he held his tube in front of him while rubbing his foot across my crotch. It was all crazy and risky and made me hot as hell. I knew for certain how I wanted to take advantage of Dad's blue balls.
After lunch, I said, "I've been sleeping better, but I'd still like a nap this afternoon. However, I didn't nap that well when I could hear you guys making lunch or dinner. Mom, how about you and Dad take a nap now while Michael and I do a couple of tubing runs, and then Michael and I nap while you and Dad take a couple of tubing runs?"
Dad got a huge grin on his face. "That's a great idea!"
Mom gave Dad a pull-your-tongue-back-in-your-mouth stare. She turned back to me and said, "A nap sounds good. Why do you want Michael to nap with you?"
"Oh, he doesn't have to nap. He could sit by the fire quietly. I wouldn't feel safe napping here alone. What if some hikers came up and decided to search my tent for something to steal?"
Dad said, "I love the nap idea! You kids head on out and have a great time!"
Mom gave Dad another look and then asked Michael, "What do you think of the idea?"
Michael shrugged. "It's okay. I've gathered leaves from some trees and bushes that I didn't recognize, and I could press them while Heather naps."
Mom faced me and said, "The napping in shifts thing sounds fine. You two do a couple of runs and then come back here."
As Michael and I walked away from the camp, Michael said, "Could Dad be a little more obvious?" We laughed.
I replied, "I wonder how long Mom will make him wait before they go at it."
Once we got to the creek, I took my bikini top off.
Michael asked, "What are you doing?"
"I always wanted to be a 'bare'. Get those shorts off."
I took my bikini bottoms off as Michael took off his swim shorts.
Michael looked at me admiringly. "Heather, you're beautiful".
I felt all warm inside. I struck a couple of poses for him. "Flattery will get you everywhere," I said with a smile. I held out some sunscreen. "Here! Come put this on my white spots."
Michael squirted the sunscreen into his right hand and applied it to my tits. He seemed in wonder as he rubbed, fondled, and hefted them. "Touching them like this in broad daylight is even better."
Michael's hand was giving me thrills. It was nice to not have to worry about being quiet.
Michael put some more sunscreen on his hand and then moved to my ass. I turned away from him. I moaned as he rubbed his hand all over where my bikini bottom had been. He took a lot more time than was necessary. He put one more squirt onto his hand and turned me around. He quickly applied the sunscreen to my white crotch area. It was like he was embarrassed to touch me there.
Then it was my turn. I lovingly applied the sunscreen to his ass and then made sure his hard dick and balls were well-protected.
When I was done, we walked into the creek and flopped onto our inner tubes. We had a brief water fight at the swimming hole, which turned into a heated groping session. We broke that off and continued down the creek, talking about the great weather we had had and making fun of Mom and Dad.
As we were getting to the end of the first run, Michael asked, "So what is your plan for when it is our turn to nap?"
"Oral sex."
"Oral sex?"
I said, "You're going to eat me out, and then I'm going to give you head. I'm hot and horny after our playing in the swimming hole. I want to do more than we did last night. And I definitely want to make some noise. Are you okay with that?"
Michael said seriously, "I don't know, Heather. We're brother and sister. I did say last night that the rules are off, but let me think about it." Michael thought for maybe two seconds. "Sounds great!" I laughed. "We've been heading in that direction, and it will be nice not to have to worry about Mom and Dad hearing us. Just this one time, right?"
"Right. I don't think we'll be able to use the take-turn-napping ruse again."
"Dad may want to do it again."
"We'll see."
I told Michael my theory about Dad having blue balls because Mom was concerned about me not going to sleep and then overhearing them. I finished with, "I think we need to stop doing each other at night. We should promptly go to sleep and let Mom and Dad have their fun."
Michael was quiet. He seemed disappointed. "What about sleeping together naked?"
"Not in the cards. But I want to keep having sex with you." Michael smiled. "I want to fully enjoy it, and I can't do that without making noise. We'll have to figure out how to sneak away from Mom and Dad."
I felt a lot better about my relationship with Michael. I had found a need of Michael's - for me to take charge, to make the decisions about what we would and would not do. He seemed more relaxed with me being in charge. And I loved being in charge.
We reached the end of the run and climbed out of the creek. We put on our swimsuits in case Mom and Dad caught a glimpse of us on the trail and hiked back up to the entry point of the next run. We took off our swimsuits and started down again. Michael grabbed my hand to hold hands as we drifted along. I pulled my hand back.
"No," I said. "Holding hands is a boyfriend-girlfriend thing to do. We won't do that or kiss. We can't get too involved. We have to throw the switch back Saturday. Okay?"
"Okay."
Michael was a little disappointed but was soon over it. He trusted me to make the right decision. We talked merrily as we floated downstream. Occasionally, we'd cop feels. Michael seemed in awe of my body and regularly commented on how wonderful it or parts of it were. We didn't stop at the swimming hole - why grope in public when we'd soon be doing oral sex in our tent?
At the end of the run, we got dressed. I hugged Michael and said, "Time to get Mom and Dad out of camp and have some fun."
We hiked up to the camp. Mom was checking on the towels that were hanging up to dry. Dad was sitting on the log with a big, goofy grin on his face.
"How was your nap?" I asked Dad.
"Great!" Dad continued to smile his goofy grin. Mom rolled her eyes. I took one of the towels and tossed it to Michael, and then took another and started drying off with it. As much as I wanted to shoo Mom and Dad out of camp, I knew I needed to act like I didn't care.
"How was the tubing?" Mom asked.
I said, "Great, Mom. The weather is perfect."
Mom turned to Michael and said, "Michael, wouldn't you rather go tubing with your Dad while I stay here with Heather?"
"Come on, Joyce," said Dad. "Let's go and leave the kids." I wondered if Dad had plans for Mom to be a "bare".
"It's fine, Mom," said Michael. "I've had my fill of tube runs and am ready for a break."
Dad was standing at the edge of camp with his hand out. "Come on, Joyce." Mom went over and took his hand. They headed down the trail.
I wanted to dive into the tent but knew I had to give Mom and Dad time to head down to the creek. Michael and I hung up our towels. We unpacked clothes from our packs and threw them in the tent. We looked at where Mom and Dad had left camp. I looked at Michael and grinned. He grinned back. We took off our swimsuits and hung them up. Michael started to head for the tent, but I pulled him to our cooking area where we had water.
"Let's clean up first. River water isn't that clean."
I poured water on my crotch, used soap to clean it, and then rinsed off with more water. Michael did the same. When we were done, we walked to the tent and slipped inside.
I sat down next to Michael on the sleeping bag. We were both grinning like fiends. I wanted to kiss him, but knew that wouldn't be right. We were having fun with sex, not being boyfriend and girlfriend.
I said, "Ladies first. Eat me, and then I'll suck you off."
"Okay." Michael didn't move. "Again, you'll have to tell me what to do."
What should I tell him? "None of my boyfriends were that keen on eating me. They mainly wanted to fuck. So try different things and I'll let you know what feels good." Then I had an idea. "Close your mouth, but not firmly. Okay?"
"Okay." Michael closed his mouth.
I moved up next to him like I was going to kiss him. "Do like this," I said. I stuck out my tongue and touched the corner of his lip with its tip. I flicked the tip back and forth as I slowly moved my tongue along his upper lip. When I reached the center of his lip, I pulled back.
Michael said, "Let me try that."
I closed my mouth and he moved his mouth close to mine. He stuck out his tongue and used its tip to play along the top of my lip. It felt weird, but kind of nice. I had never been kissed like this before. Michael didn't stop when he reached the center of my upper lip and instead continued to the other corner of my mouth. Then he sat back down.
"Hopefully that gives you an idea of what to do," I said. "Work your tongue all over at first but when I get close to coming, concentrate on my clit." I pointed to the sleeping bag. "Normally, I'd lie down and you'd crawl between my legs, but we don't have that kind of room in here. I think it's best if you climbed on top of me facing the other way. You'll have to keep your weight off me. Getting crushed isn't sexually exciting."
Michael laughed. "I'll do my best."
I put my night shirt down on the sleeping bag as a towel and lay down on it. Michael moved so that he was sitting parallel to my shoulders and then leaned forward to bring his face to my crotch. "Hi there!" he said to my pussy. "Let me get a good look at you." Michael looked over my pussy. My crotch hair was trimmed way back to bikini length. After his inspection, he leaned forward and took a tentative lick.
"How does it taste?" I asked.
"Different. Can't really place it. Not bad. Hopefully, I'll acquire a taste for it."
I smiled at that.
Michael licked up to the top and then around my clit. "So that's what your clit looks like." He worked his way down to the bottom. "And this must be your vagina." Michael lapped around my vagina several times. "Is it making fluids?"
"Yes. Lubrication for fucking. Which we're not going to do." That was a step too far even with the rules off.
"Okay."
Michael continued licking up and down my pussy. I relaxed and focused on the pleasure his tongue was giving me. It felt so easy with Michael. I knew he wanted to make me happy and would do anything I asked. Drew hadn't been interested in eating me and hadn't been much interested in getting me off with his hand. He had always grumbled when I asked him to get me off, and he didn't do it unless I asked. For Drew, sex was all about getting him off.
The tip of Michael's tongue continued its dance inside my pussy, teasing out little waves of pleasure. I could feel the sun shining down on us through the trees and tent material. I heard bird calls in the distance. Being in the outdoors intensified the bliss that was flooding my body.
"You're doing a great job, Michael. Lick around my clit now."
I would have loved for him to slip his finger in me, to fuck me with it like it was a small dick. But I didn't think he could do it and continue to support his weight. Some other time.
I moaned, "Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah."
I was loving this. I loved having Michael pleasure me. I wanted there to be more times. We would have to figure out a way to sneak away from Mom and Dad.
I was reaching the home stretch. "I'm close. Concentrate on my clit now."
Michael started licking my clit.
"Next to it, not on it."
Michael moved his tongue over half an inch.
"That's it...Right there...Oh, yes..."
I was moaning loudly. The big 'O' was coming. The big 'O' was coming. I could feel its approach. The intensity was building and building. Then my orgasm hit me. My body exploded in pleasure. It felt so good, so intense, so right.
I pulled Michael back and rolled onto my side.
"I did okay?" he asked with a smile.
"You did great." I panted for a little bit. "Ready for your turn?"
"Can I suck on your tits first?"
"Most definitely." I rolled onto my back and stretched out. I raised one finger on my right hand and gave Michael the classic "come here" sign. "Come and get them."
Michael grinned as he shuffled over. He bent over me, passing over my right tit to reach my left. He took my areola into his mouth and sucked lightly. It felt so good.
I brought my hands up and ran my fingers through his hair as he sucked on my tit. "Poor Jenny. She never got to have you do this with her. She missed out."
Michael released my tit and then brought his mouth back down. His mouth started around my areola but he narrowed his mouth as he moved upwards until his lips were pulling up lightly on my nipple. I moaned. He did it again. Then he began kissing his way across to my right tit.
"Is this what you fantasize about? Sucking girls' tits?"
"A lot of the time."
I let Michael suck on my tit some more. He brought his right hand up and squeezed on my tit as he sucked on it.
"Will I be your fantasy girl from now on?"
"Oh yes."
"Good answer."
Before this trip, the idea of my brother fantasizing about me would have disgusted me. Now, I found it exciting. After the week was over, I'd continue to be his fantasy girl. He'd continue dreaming about sucking my tits. And I'd know he was dreaming about it. It would be our little secret.
I reached my hand out. "Let me say hello to your little friend." I wrapped my hand around Michael's dick. He was semi-hard. "And let me see if I can make him bigger."
Michael was kissing a circle around my areola. I felt his dick stiffen as I gently pulled my hand upwards from his base. I released it and reached back down to his base. I was very gentle as there was no lubrication on his dick yet. But soon, I would be taking it into my mouth...
"Ready now?" I asked Michael.
"Yes."
"Let's try having you lie along the side of the tent. I think I can fit crosswise."
Michael lay down on the edge of one of the sleeping bags. I knelt near him and then leaned forward to make a "T" with Michael's body. This was going to work. I put my right arm inside of Michael's leg and pulled it out at an angle. That gave me room to be able to rest my elbow on the ground while wrapping my right hand around Michael's circumcised dick. I held it straight up at first before tilting it sideways toward me as I brought my wide-open mouth down. Once the head was in my mouth, I wrapped my lips around his dick.
Michael moaned, "Oh God."
I swirled my tongue around the crown of his dick. Michael moaned again. I sucked lightly on his dick and then slid my mouth further down. I wasn't great at giving head. I couldn't deep throat. My boyfriends had preferred to fuck. But I doubted Michael would notice my lack of skill. He seemed to be loving it so far.
As I slowly moved my mouth up and down Michael's dick, I tickled his balls with my fingers. I did only a quick tickle and then moved my hand to explore the area around his dick. Michael had some crotch hair, but not a lot.
"It feels wonderful, Heather."
Michael put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it lightly. I brought my hand up and wrapped it around the base of his dick to steady it. I began bobbing my head up and down faster and faster. I twisted my head back and forth to add some variety. I wanted Michael to really enjoy his first blow job.
I pulled my mouth off Michael's dick and took a little break by running my tongue around Michael's crown. I could taste Michael's precum. I tickled Michael's piss hole with the tip of my tongue. Then I opened my mouth and engulfed his dick again. I savored the feel of him in my mouth, savored his heat and the texture of his skin.
"I love this, Heather. You're the best."
It was time to make Michael come. I bobbed my head up and down as quickly as I could. I took more and more of Michael's dick into my mouth as I grew more used to having it there. I heard Michael panting and groaning. I hoped that he would warn me when he was about to come. I wanted to swallow his whole load and it would be hard to do if he took me by surprise.
Michael said, "I'm about to..." and then I felt it - the first blast of cum that was surging its way up Michael's dick. I pulled back a bit so only the crown was in my mouth when the first blast shot into my mouth. I sucked it down. And the next. And the next. It didn't taste bad, but it didn't taste good either. The blasts got smaller and smaller as I continued to suck them down until they stopped.
I dropped my mouth down one last time before slowly pulling my lips upward until Michael's dick slipped out of my mouth.
Michael said, "That was incredible, Heather."
I turned to Michael and smiled. "Let's get dressed and then do some leaf pressings."
* * * *
When Mom and Dad got back, the leaf pressings were done. Michael and I were discussing what we would have written for the epilogue of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows". We both agreed that the epilogue J. K. Rowling wrote could be replaced by "Ron and Hermione married. Harry and Ginny married. They had kids who eventually went to Hogwarts."
My idea was that the epilogue should have been set during Ron and Harmione's wedding reception and conclude with Harry proposing to Ginny. Michael's was that it should have been set during the celebration at Hogwarts of the fifth anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts.
I asked Mom and Dad, "Did you have a good time?"
"Great," said Dad. He had a goofy grin on his face. I suspected he and Mom had been naughty while they were off by themselves.
Everyone pitched in to make dinner. After dinner, we talked happily about various things. Mom and Dad told Michael and me stories of life at college. It was a nice way to end a great day.
When Mom and Dad left for their final bio run, I turned to Michael and asked, "Great day?"
"Great day."
"You know, you're the best brother ever."
Michael sighed and shook his head. "I associate that phrase with when we were best friends and did everything together. We aren't that way anymore."
Anymore?. "I feel like we've grown close on this trip."
"And we'll grow apart again when it's over. You'll be dating Jason and hanging out with The Gang. I'll be doing whatever."
I didn't like Michael writing us off. "I won't be hanging out with The Gang. Just a few friends from it. And I don't want us to grow apart."
Michael shrugged. "In the fall, we'll go to different colleges. We'll make a bunch of friends there that the other will never meet. We'll keep drifting apart."
I wanted Michael to see that our drifting apart wasn't inevitable. "We'll call and text a lot. We'll see each other during breaks."
Michael hadn't been looking my way, but now he turned to me. He said very seriously, "This summer...when you're dating Jason." He stopped. "You're as smart as me, Heather. When we started high school, you stopped trying to learn and started hiding the fact that you're smart. This summer, you need to work on your academic skills and prepare yourself for college. Don't let Jason and The Gang keep pulling you down."
Mom and Dad returned right then, ending our conversation. Michael and I took turns going to the bathroom. When I got into the tent, Michael was zipping the sleeping bags together. We got in and I put my head on his shoulder. Michael started whispering Song of Songs to me, but I stopped him with, "I want to think for a while."
My first reaction to Michael telling me not to let Jason and The Gang keep pulling me down had been "How dare he?!" But I knew he was at least partially right. And I saw his larger point.
When I had joined The Gang, Michael and I had started drifting apart, which I had thought was fine. We had both needed to go our own way a little more. As I had been part of the social elite, I had felt superior to Michael. Michael had busted his butt to do his best academically whereas I had tried to get good but not great grades. Now, we were about to start college, and Michael was way ahead of me academically. In sports terms, Michael had been invited to join a select team whereas I had joined a rec team. He'd be competing and hanging out with the best. I'd be competing and hanging out with those who couldn't make the cut. Michael and I were now on two different tracks, and Michael didn't see any way for us to not keep from drifting further and further apart.
Michael was going to be successful in college. What about me? Michael was telling me that I needed to get in the pool and start working out in preparation for this fall. Is that what I wanted to do? Or did I want to relax this summer, take it easy, date Jason, and hang out with some people from The Gang?
What did I want?
* * * *
The next morning when I got out of the tent, I told Mom that I was sleeping much better and had fallen asleep as soon as I lay down. Dad overheard and smiled really big.
After breakfast, the four of us started hiking up to the waterfall again. I asked Michael the question I had thought of last night, "What would you recommend I do this summer to get ready for college?"
Michael thought for a bit and said, "For you, I'd say do lots of reading and writing."
"What should I read?"
"I don't know." Michael thought for a bit and then shrugged. "Some classic novels. Some history books."
Mom surprised me by saying, "You could read Pride and Prejudice." Mom read a lot of romance novels. "It's a classic and will give you an idea of what life in England was like at that time. It's one of my favorite books."
"And it's a classic," Dad added. His contribution also surprised me.
"What about writing?" I asked Michael. "What would I write about?"
"Try writing some Harry Potter fan fiction."
I felt so lost. "What would I write?"
Michael suggested, "You could write about what we've discussed about Tom Riddle and Ginny; how he gained control over Ginny by promising to teach her how to cast a spell on Harry that would keep him uninterested in all other girls and would make him fall in love with her after their first kiss."
"You mean during the second book?" Mom asked.
"Yes," said Michael.
"If you wrote a story like that," Mom said to me, "I'd read it and give you feedback."
Mom had read the Harry Potter books when Michael and I had read them. She hadn't discussed them much since. But she was eager to discuss Michael's story idea now.
Both Mom and Dad were eager to help me to get better prepared for college. They recommended books for me to read, promised to provide ideas for me to write papers on, and offered to review whatever I wrote.
I loved my parents. They had always been so supportive of me, mainly of my swimming. They had taken me to lots of swim meets and had paid for me to be on the select team. They had never compared me to Michael when Michael had done better in school. It made me feel guilty about what I had done with Michael behind their backs. But not that guilty as my being affectionate with Michael had resulted in changes that they liked.
I spent the first few hours at the waterfall hanging with Mom, partly because I thought I had been spending too much time with Michael and partly because I felt guilty keeping so much a secret from her. I talked to her mainly about Maddie. I told her that Michael and I had gone to a small secret party at her house Friday, that Jason had asked me to go to the mall with him, and that Michael was thinking about asking Maddie out.
"I wouldn't be surprised if Maddie went out with Michael," said Mom.
"Really?"
"Really," said Mom. "Maddie gets anxious when there's a lot of change, and she reaches for friends she knows well. That's why she reached out to you when you started high school, and why she asked you to be her roommate in college. Right now, her life is changing a lot, and she's known Michael for a long, long time."
"How do you know that Maddie gets anxious like that?"
"Her mother told me. And I told her that you're a lot the same way. That's why both sets of parents were glad you spent a lot of time with Maddie when you started high school."
I was stunned by the revelation. "But Michael's not that way."
Mom shook her head. "Michael isn't afraid of new things. The first day of kindergarten, you cried the whole time I dropped you off, and I practically had to peel you off me. Michael ran into the room, started checking out all the new things, and didn't notice when I left." I laughed. "But Michael will miss you badly when he goes to college. He's always counted on you to be the one to make friends in a new situation."
I nodded out to Michael, who was talking to two guys his age out in the pool beneath the waterfall. "He seems to be making friends just fine."
Mom wasn't convinced. "He's a lot better than he used to be, but just the fact that we're camping allowed him to make some guesses about the other guys. I think he'll have a tougher time in college."
And if I had kept up my grades, I would have been living in the dorms with him to help him make friends. And he would have been in the dorms to help me get used to college. But I didn't.
I laid out for a while and thought about Michael and Maddie. Why did the idea of Michael going out with her bother me so much? Yes, she was a very self-centered person, and, yes, she had intentionally hurt a lot of guys for fun. But Michael knew all that. He would be going into the relationship with his eyes open. Maddie would have a tough time hurting Michael by embarrassing him as Michael didn't care what most people thought of him. And Maddie had no sway with his friends.
Was it related to the constant competition between Maddie and me? I couldn't see how that could factor in. I wasn't trying to be Michael's girlfriend.
Then I knew the answer. And it wasn't pretty.
I didn't want Michael to have a serious girlfriend; someone who could pull him away from me. It was okay for me to pull away from Michael, but he had to be there for me. All through high school, I had wanted Michael to be there just in case. I had always known that my membership in The Gang was tenuous. And Michael had been there for me when I did get kicked out. Mom was right about me being anxious, and knowing when I was in The Gang that Michael would always be there for me had reduced my anxiety. I had never helped him find a date. I hadn't been worried about Jenny because I hadn't known how serious Michael's relationship was with her. Maddie was a completely different matter.
Maddie was a very dominant person. She expected to be able to do whatever she wanted to do. And Michael was so easygoing that he would be fine with going along with whatever she wanted. Maddie would want all of Michael's time, which would leave very little for me. Michael would do everything to reassure Maddie that everything would be fine at college. Who would reassure me?
After lunch, my family went out in the pool and swam for a while. Michael introduced me to the two guys he had met. When Mom and Dad got out of the water, we continued talking to Michael's new friends until Michael and I looked at each other at the same time. Michael knew what I wanted and said to his friends, "My sister and I want to talk for a bit." Michael and I swam off and eventually went under the waterfall for privacy.
Michael said, "You're acting different today. Are you okay? Did I hurt your feelings last night?"
"You hurt my feelings but in a good way. You want what's best for me, and you don't think Jason and the rest of The Gang are good for me." That had been true for years. "I can see where you are coming from. I need to start getting better prepared for college. Will you help me get better prepared?"
Michael gave me an is-this-a-trick-question look. "Of course."
"Michael, I love you. You're the best brother ever because you were there when I needed you even though I didn't deserve for you to be there. I appreciate you being there for me and offering to help me prepare for college."
Michael opened his arms. I slipped into them and he hugged me. "Heather, I love you too. Being with you makes me very happy." He sighed. "Heather, I'd like...while the rules are still off...I'd like for you to be my first."
I leaned back in Michael's arms and looked at him. "Your first?"
"Yeah. If you want to. You don't have to." I could barely hear him over the roar of the waterfall.
I leaned into Michael and put my head on his shoulder. I said into his ear, "I'd be proud to be your first. But how?"
"I think I know how we can get some time away from Mom and Dad tomorrow."
"How?"
"I have been thinking of hiking up to the top of Eagle Mountain. It is a five-hour hike each way. Mom won't want to go, and Dad is pretty iffy. If you want to go, then Dad will have to stay here with Mom."
"Oh no!" I said in a falsetto voice. "Don't force Dad to spend a day alone with his wife!"
"Yeah, I think Dad will be more than happy to let us make the hike on our own. Do you think you are up for it?"
I smiled. "Most definitely." I leaned into Michael and let him hug me again. "Let's get back out there before Mom and Dad notice we're up to something."
We went back out from under the waterfall and rejoined the two guys. Michael and I spent the rest of the day splashing around in the pool with whoever came by.
As we played, I thought about why had I agreed to be Michael's first when before I had decided that was a line that we shouldn't cross. One reason was how Michael had asked me. No demand, no expectation. It was my choice, and he had made it clear that he wouldn't be hurt if I had said no. But the main reason was that I had come to understand how much I loved Michael and how important his love was to me. Now, it felt right to make love while the rules were off.
As we hiked back to the campsite, Michael brought up that he wanted to hike to the top of Eagle Mountain and tomorrow was his last chance as the next day we would break camp and go home.
"I want to go too!" I added.
"Too long of a hike for me," said Mom. "What about you, dear?"
"I am not quite as young as I used to be," said Dad. "Besides, somebody should stay in camp with you." Dad gave Mom a wink. Mom rolled her eyes.
* * * *
The next morning as everyone else made breakfast, Michael packed for the hike. He gathered and filled all the water bottles. He threw sunscreen and bug spray into a day pack. Then he put in some rope and a towel.
"Why the towel?" asked Dad.
"As Heather hasn't made this hard of a hike before, I think we should regularly take 15-minute breaks. The further up we go, the fewer the trees, so I am thinking on breaks I'll rig a lean-to to keep the sun off us."
Dad seemed impressed by Michael's foresight and didn't say any more. After breakfast, Michael and I started up the trail. I thought about taking my bikini top off, but decided, as we were both so focused on the hike, it wouldn't be sexy like it had been on the creek.
I asked, "So what is it like on the top of Eagle Mountain?"
"Fantastic. You can see forever. It's a really hard hike, but there is nothing like the feeling of accomplishment when you reach the top."
We hiked along the main trail for almost an hour. Michael found us a couple of walking sticks. The hiking was a steady climb but not too challenging. We chatted about our summer business. We were going to be doing house-sitting and dog-walking. Michael would take Mom to work, and then we would use her car. I had lined up most of the customers - parents of The Gang who were going to be traveling.
When we took the branch to Eagle Mountain, the trail got steeper and narrower. I was glad Michael was carrying the day pack as keeping up with him was hard. We didn't talk much. Instead, I concentrated on planting my feet correctly. The walking stick was a lot of help.
After two hours, Michael said, "Let's take a break."
I sat down on a rock and Michael handed me a bottle of water. I asked, "Aren't you going to set up the lean-to?"
"No, we still have plenty of shade. Maybe the next break. I really brought the towel along to fuck on. Have you seen any place you want to slip away to?"
"I want to fuck on the top if we can. We haven't been seeing other hikers."
After five minutes, Michael said, "Time to get going."
As we climbed higher, Michael stopped us more frequently for breaks. He seemed to know when I was getting close to exhaustion. He kept the breaks short, just long enough for me to recharge. Michael practically pulled me the last half hour up to the summit.
Michael had been right - it was incredible from the summit. You could see what seemed like forever. The other mountains covered in green looked beautiful. Looking down at the valley below, everything looked so tiny; a miniature version of the world.
Michael pulled out the camera. He put his arm around me, pulled me close, and took selfies from different angles. It was easy to smile for the camera - I was proud to have hiked up here, and it felt good to have Michael's arm around me.
Michael lowered the camera and asked, "How do you feel?"
"Great. Tired and sore, but great."
"Want to lie down and rest for a bit?"
"That sounds good."
Michael pulled out the towel and laid it out. I lay down on it and started taking off my shoes. Michael resumed taking pictures.
"Anyone coming up the trail?" I asked.
"Not that I can see, and I can see a good distance down it."
"Perfect."
A little bit later, I called out, "Michael!"
Michael turned around and saw that I was lying naked on the towel. Michael smiled at me. "You're so beautiful, Heather." I was coated with sweat and my hair was a mess, but Michael obviously meant it. "I'd love to take a picture of you, but I am sure Dad is going to download all the pictures to his computer when we get back home."
"We didn't come up here to take pictures..."
Michael smiled and put the camera in the day pack. "I love you, Heather."
"I love you, Michael."
Michael sat down next to me on the towel. I sat up. He said, "Would you mind if I kissed you?"
"Not at all." I leaned forward as Michael moved his lips toward mine. We kissed a soft, gentle kiss. "You are a good kisser."
"I like kissing you."
I had been against doing boyfriend-girlfriend things like kissing, but we would be fucking in a few minutes so why not this one time? "Then kiss me some more," I said as I leaned toward Michael,
Michael leaned toward me, and we kissed again. Soon, Michael pushed his tongue forward, and I opened my mouth to accept it. Our tongues dueled in my mouth. I had expected Michael to want to go straight to fucking, but I was glad he wanted to go slow, to get me excited first.
Michael reached up and cupped my tit. I pulled back and said teasingly, "Hey, no fair! You aren't naked yet!"
"You're right," said Michael as he started to pull his shirt off.
"Does it feel wrong to kiss me?" I asked.
"No," Michael said as he took off his boot. "Well, no and yes. I've always enjoyed hugging you. I feel like kissing you is just another way of showing affection to you. It feels right to me. But I know that we aren't supposed to kiss and that we'll have to stop kissing once the rules go back in place."
I said, "When I kissed you at the party, I kept thinking that this was wrong, wrong, wrong. And yet, what did it hurt? Two days ago, we did the most wrong, the most wicked thing I could imagine doing by having oral sex. And now, I'm like 'What was the big deal?'"
"Exactly." Michael stood up to strip off his shorts and underwear. "When I first started kissing Jenny, she felt it was so wrong and wicked. Then afterward, she was like 'Why was that bad?' And, of course, she couldn't ask her mom or dad why kissing me was so awful."
"I can't ask Mom why having sex with you is so awful."
"Right. So we are on our own to figure out what works and what doesn't." Michael sat down and took my hands. "Kissing and holding hands with the prettiest, nicest girl I know works for me."
Michael leaned in for another kiss. This time, I slid my tongue into his mouth. When Michael cupped my tit with his hand, I didn't protest and instead started running my hand through his chest hairs. We held hands with one hand as we explored with the other. It felt so good. It felt wrong, but oh so good. I didn't want to stop.
Kissing and stroking like this felt more wrong to me than when we had oral sex. That had been strictly about physical pleasure. This was about showing affection to each other; showing love. That was a very different and to me a far more dangerous line to cross. But I couldn't resist crossing it.
I finally broke the kiss. "Speaking of having sex," I said, "let's get to it. Eat me, and then we'll fuck."
I moved up the towel so my head was on the very edge to give Michael more room, and then I spread my legs for him. I was already quite wet from all the making out. Michael ran his tongue up and down my slit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
"That's it, Michael. You're doing great."
Michael worked his tongue back and forth as it roamed my slit. It felt so good, better than last time. I didn't know if he was doing a better job at it or if I was just more excited to start with, but he quickly had me panting hard.
"Slide your index finger inside me. Slowly." I felt Michael's finger reach the entrance to my vagina and then slowly slip inside. Another set of waves of pleasure rippled through me. "Now fuck me slowly with your finger while you work on my clit."
Michael's tongue danced a circle around my clit while he slowly pumped his finger in and out of me. I was in heaven. No guy had made me feel this good before. All my boyfriends had always been too eager to get to the fucking.
I said, "Just on the side now."
Michael's tongue worked its magic on one side of my clit as he increased the pace at which he plunged his finger in and out of me. Suddenly, I could feel he was ramming two fingers in and out of me. I was going up higher and higher and higher...
Then my orgasm crashed down on me, overwhelming me. It was incredible. It was SOOO GOOOOD. I had never come that hard before.
When I came to my senses, Michael was sitting up with a big smile on his face. "I did okay?" he asked.
"You did great. Wipe your face off on the towel and come up here."
Michael wiped his face and crawled up to kiss me. As we kissed, I guided his dick into my pussy. I felt his crown go in and slide into me; stretching me; filling me. I moaned into Michael's mouth. He broke the kiss and raised up. He pulled his hips back and then slowly pushed even more into me. I was so wet that he slipped easily into me. One more pull back, one more push and he buried his full length into me.
"I'm proud to be your first," I said.
"I've always wanted you to be my first. I was never willing to admit it to myself."
"You've picked a great place for your first fuck. Now, fuck me."
As Michael pulled back, I put my ankles just under his ass. As he pushed forward into me, I pulled him into me. He felt so good, so big, so filling, so right.
Michael continued to fuck me slowly. I was grateful that he did. With the ground so rocky, I didn't want to slide back and forth over a rock.
I looked up and saw Michael looking at me with a big grin on his face. "Like what you're seeing?" I asked.
"Love it. You're so beautiful. I want to etch this into my memory forever."
Michael made it feel so special. This wasn't just fucking - it was making love, making memories. I reached up, grabbed Michael's hair, and pulled him to me for a quick kiss. Michael pulled back up and thrust hard into me.
Michael steadily picked up the pace. I kept my ankles behind him, pulling him deeper and deeper into me. I ran my hands up his arms and then down his back to his ass. His body felt so strong; all muscle and no fat. After a while, I dropped my arms and concentrated on enjoying getting fucked as Michael fucked me harder and harder. The pleasure was so intense.
Michael was pounding me now. I knew he was close. Soon, he would come in me, binding us together in a special way that could never be broken. "Come for me, Michael. Make me your first."
That tipped Michael over. He groaned and slammed into me one last time. I felt a shot of cum explode into me. Then another. Then another. I reached up and ran my hand along Michael's face as he continued coming in me.
I said, "That was great."
"That was perfect. I love you, Heather."
Michael bent forward. I got a hurried, "I love you" in before we kissed. We kissed slowly, leisurely, enjoying each other. Eventually, we stopped, emotionally and sexually sated.
Michael rolled off me and reached for his clothes. We quietly dressed. There didn't seem to be anything to say. Once we were dressed, Michael pulled me into a hug, and we kissed, and then we headed down the trail.
It was almost as hard hiking back down as it was hiking up. It was uncomfortable leaning far enough back to keep my balance. My toes kept ramming into the front of my shoes. There was the constant danger of slipping and sliding down on my butt. The walking sticks weren't nearly as much use.
After a half hour, we ran into two couples about our age heading up the trail. Both of the girls were topless. We took a break to talk to them for a while. I wondered if they planned on doing on the summit what Michael and I had done.
Michael and I continued on, taking frequent breaks. We took more breaks on the way down. We had been eager to get to the top, and now, we weren't eager to get back to Mom and Dad. Whenever we took breaks, we held hands as we drank and relaxed. We eventually reached the main trail, which was wide enough that we could hold hands as we hiked. When we got close to the campsite, we kissed for a little while, and then I followed Michael the rest of the way to the campsite. Our time as a couple was over. Tomorrow, we would hike back as a regular brother and sister to the car.
We got to the campsite before dinner. We told Mom and Dad about our hike, leaving out all the good details. Then the four of us pitched in to make dinner. After dinner, the four of us shared our favorite moments of the trip. Michael and I couldn't say what our very favorite moments were, but we still had plenty of other good memories to share. It was a happy evening, but everyone was a little sad that our camping trip was coming to an end.
When Michael and I got into the tent, I whispered to Michael, "How about we sleep naked tonight?"
"I thought you said it was too risky."
"It's the last night. I'm willing to take the risk. How about you?"
"Sure."
I laid out my clothes so I could put them on quickly in the morning. Michael did the same. Then I got in the sleeping bag. Once I was snuggling with Michael, he started whispering the Song of Songs. I felt warm and happy. It was wonderful sleeping naked with a caring and considerate lover.
Michael was my lover now. At least for the rest of the night. He was a wonderful lover. He made me feel loved and beautiful. Drew had always acted disappointed that I didn't have the body of a photo-shopped supermodel. Drew would say things like "Are you getting a little flabby?", "Is that some tit sag I see?", and "You need to cut back on the snacks, Heather". He would then pretend he was joking, but those comments had hurt.
Sex with Michael had been wonderful. Drew had acted like the only important thing about sex was his getting off. Michael had been eager to get me off. Michael was a lot more gentle, caring, and loving than Drew had been. Because Drew was the one with the money, Drew had always acted like he was the most important person in the relationship. I was the most wonderful person in the world to Michael.
I thought about Jason. I had been so excited about going out with him when I left the party. Now, I was getting a little apprehensive. Would he be like Drew? Would he be critical of my body? Would he expect sex from me without putting me in the mood first? All of my friends would be so envious of my going out with Jason. However, I was about to make a bunch of new friends at college, so did it matter what my current friends thought?
* * * *
The next morning after breakfast, we began breaking camp and loading our backpacks. As the final act in our camp, Michael poured enough water over the fire to douse the coals. The four of us put on our backpacks and started the long hike back down to the car.
Again, Michael and I would strike off on our own, and then stop and wait for Mom and Dad to catch up. Whereas Michael had been so talkative on the climb up, now he was quiet. My attempts to engage him in conversation always fizzled.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Spill it, Michael. Why aren't you talking?"
Michael sighed. "It has been a great week, but it is over now. I am torn up about that."
I said with a little sarcasm, "I didn't know that an end of a camping trip affected you so."
Michael gave me a look. He said with an ache in his voice. "We're over. You'll be going out with your dreamboat Jason Lewis. You'll be his girl for the rest of the summer, and all I'll have is memories."
"What about Maddie?"
"Maddie is not you."
I was glad that Michael was miserable. I was glad that he was sad; that he was grieving over us going back to normal. I had been worried about what I was going to suggest but not now.
We hiked without speaking for a while after that. I ran over and over in my head what I wanted to say to get it right. I wanted a large block of time for our next conversation, so I waited until Mom and Dad had caught up to us and we had set off again. When I was certain we were well out of earshot of Mom and Dad, I said, "Michael, did you ever see Drew's house?"
"No."
"It's really big, almost as big as Maddie's. I always loved going over there. Have you ever seen Jason's house?"
"No." Michael looked confused. "Why would I?"
"It's huge. It looks like a small castle. The front doors are huge, probably eight feet high. I think you could get an elephant through them. And the inside - it's beautiful. All this intricate woodwork. It's the most gorgeous I've ever seen. I want a home like that someday."
Michael gave out a confused, "Okay." He was obviously wondering why I had brought this up.
I asked, "You know what my plan was for having a home like that?"
Michael shrugged. "No idea."
"It was to marry someone like Drew or Jason. That was the type of guy I had always dated."
Michael was quiet for a while and then said "So?"
"Now that I've been kicked out of The Gang, I don't think that plan will work. I've realized that guys like Drew and Jason are going to look for someone from the same background as them when they want to get serious. I was just a fun fling as they were growing up."
I knew that this didn't make any sense to Michael. He didn't know how to respond. He eventually said, "All right."
"But I still want a home like that. So I have a new plan for getting one. You want to know what it is?"
"Sure."
"To kick ass in college. To get great grades. I'll do one year at my college and then transfer to yours. I'll get great grades there too. I know how to make great connections. I'll use them and my great grades to land a great job. I'll kick ass there, and, eventually, I'll make enough money to buy my dream home."
During this conversation, I had been looking ahead instead of at Michael. Now, I turned to Michael and smiled. "And you know who's not a part of that plan?"
"No."
"Jason," I said triumphantly. "You were right. He'll keep me from doing what I need to do this summer to excel in college this fall. He's not what I want in a boyfriend for the summer."
Michael looked a little shocked and then smiled. "Good to hear."
I smiled and said, "But having a boyfriend for the summer is definitely part of the plan. I know exactly the kind of guy I want as my boyfriend."
We hiked on. I was enjoying this. I didn't want to rush it. I was nervous, but things had gone as well as I could have hoped for so far.
Michael said, "So what kind of guy do you want as a boyfriend?"
"Someone smart. And not just smart. Someone who knows how to get better academically, particularly in English and social sciences." I was committed now. "I'm going to be anxious about trying to bring up my academic skills so fast in such a short time, so someone who thinks I'm smart and will reassure me that I can do this."
I stopped. Michael stopped. We turned to face each other. I reached up and put my hands around the back of his neck and then said, "And someone who I already love very...very...much."
I kissed Michael. It was awkward with the pack on my back, so I kissed him briefly. When I pulled back, I turned to face down the trail and held out my hand. "What do you say?"
Michael took my hand. "I'd say I'm a very lucky guy."
As we hiked down the trail, Michael said, "We'll keep this a complete secret, right?"
"Right. I hear you have a lot of experience in keeping how much you make out a secret from your girlfriend's parents." Michael laughed. "We're going to be very, very bad this summer."
"And enjoy it immensely."
* * * *
We held hands and kissed on the hike whenever we felt it was safe. We eventually reached the car and loaded our gear into the car. When Mom and Dad arrived, we finished loading and started the long car drive home.
On the drive home, all of us talked about how great the week had been. We had been lucky and hadn't had a single day of bad weather.
I said, "You know, I had such a great time that I would like to go again this summer."
"Heather," said Dad, "I would love to do it again, but your mother and I can't take another week of vacation. I would say we could do it on Labor Day, but we will be taking you to college then."
"Michael and I could go camping by ourselves."
Mom said, "I don't think that's a good idea."
"Joyce, it will be fine," said Dad. "Michael is an Eagle Scout, for crying out loud. They're adults now."
"Well..." said Mom.
"If it will make you feel better," said Michael, "every other day, we'll hike down until we get enough of a signal on our phones to call you to let you know we're still alive."
Mom sighed. "I guess that will be fine then."
I squeezed Michael's hand, the only time we touched on the drive home.
* * * *
Sunday, I went to the mall with Jason. When he tried to hold my hand, I told him, "Whoa. I just want to be friends."
Jason was incredulous. "You just want to be friends after the way you kissed me at the party?"
"I had too many beers and got carried away. I didn't mean anything by it. Hell, I even kissed Michael at the party."
Jason was pissed off the rest of the time we were together. I suspected that he wasn't used to a girl telling him no. It felt good. I knew that I had made the right decision.
* * * *
Monday morning, Maddie called. I told Maddie about the camping vacation and going to the mall with Jason.
Maddie cried, "I can't believe you rejected Jason!"
"It wasn't going to work with him vacationing in Europe. Now, if I was vacationing in Europe with him, that would be the summer of my dreams."
Maddie told me about what she had done. I heard the garage door. Michael had driven Mom to work so that he and I would have a car. As I talked, I heard Michael re-enter the house. A few moments later, I saw Michael enter my room. Michael hugged me from behind and began nipping on my neck as I stood talking with Maddie.
Maddie said, "Heather, I'm thinking of having another speeding-dating party this Friday."
Michael slipped a hand under my nightshirt and cupped my tit. I fought to keep from moaning.
"With Jason still on the market," Maddie went on, "this will give me another chance at him. Do you want to come?"
Michael slipped his other hand down my stomach and into my panties. He slipped his finger into my slit. My knees buckled.
"No thanks, Maddie. It was a lot of fun, and I am glad I did it, but I don't want to do it again. I've got to go."
I ended the call. "You're so bad," I said to Michael. "Trying to distract me like that." I tossed my phone onto the bed while staying in Michael's arms. I then spread my legs to give Michael better access to my slit. "I'm going to the library this morning to get some books on fiction writing. But the library doesn't open till ten. What shall I do until then?" I smiled.
"Let's try to think of something," Michael said as he dipped his finger down to get some fluid from my already-wet pussy and brought it back up to my clit. He added, "Maybe you should start taking off your panties when you get up in the morning."
"Particularly on Monday morning?"
I twisted my torso and kissed Michael. His tongue slipped into my mouth as his finger continued rubbing the area around my clit. I moaned as we kissed.
The position was too hard to hold so I faced forward again. Michael went back to nibbling on my neck. I wondered if Michael could make me come standing up like this.
Michael asked, "Do you wish you could tell Maddie about us or do you like keeping us a secret from her?"
"I like keeping us a secret from her. She was my rival for your affection, and she lost to me once again. Now, she's chasing the entitled shit that I rejected. It sucks to be you, Maddie."
Michael chuckled. His nibbles and his finger were driving me wild. I thought about letting him make me come like this, but I decided to stick to my plan.
"Take off my panties, Michael."
Michael pulled his hands out of my shirt and panties, and then I could feel him grab my panties. I brought my feet back together as he slowly slid my panties down from my waist. I felt Michael kneel behind me as he pulled my panties to my ankles. Then I felt him softly kiss my ass cheek. Then another kiss. This time, he pulled a little bit of my ass into his mouth as he kissed it. He slowly kissed his way across my ass and back. He stopped briefly to say, "You're so beautiful, Heather," and then he was back to kissing my ass.
I loved it. I loved the feeling that Michael was worshiping my body.
I felt Michael standing back up, sliding his hands into my nightshirt and cupping my tits again. I leaned back into him, giving him free access. I loved going slow like this. I turned my head and kissed Michael along his neck as he played with my nipples. I felt so right being in his arms.
"Michael," I said when I reached the tip of his chin, "I think we should try out positions that don't require a bed. We don't know when we'll have an opportunity to have sex with Mom and Dad around..."
"Particularly on the weekends..."
"...and it'll look odd if we are regularly retreating to one of our bedrooms with the door closed."
Yesterday, I had thought a lot about having sex with Michael. Having sex in different positions, different places. Not the same old missionary fuck where Michael rolls off me as soon as he comes. It had excited me. I was so ready for Michael to fuck me.
I slipped out of Michael's arms and moved to my desk. I leaned forward, put my elbows on the edge of my desk, and then moved my feet backward as I spread my legs. I reached back with one hand to pull my nightshirt far enough to expose my ass. When I looked back, I saw that Michael had slipped off his shorts and underwear. He moved toward me while wearing a T-shirt, shoes, and socks.
I wiggled my ass back and forth slightly. "Put your dick right here."
Michael placed his dick in my ass crack.
"Now lean forward," I said.
Michael leaned forward, putting a hand on my desk. The other went to my pussy, spreading my pussy lips with his finger and then sliding up and down, just as I had envisioned him doing yesterday.
"Make me come, Michael."
I rocked my hips slightly up and down, making Michael's dick slide up and down between my ass cheeks. I liked the feel of it there. It was kind of like he was fucking me but at the same time, it was very different. My nightshirt fell down over the top of Michael's dick. If we were interrupted now, I could go to the door in my nightshirt and stall the person while Michael pulled on his shorts and underwear. I was so fucking devious.
I closed my eyes and focused on what Michael was doing to me. Michael's finger was working circles around my clit. He wasn't trying to bring me off yet but he was pushing me close to being ready for that. His dick was still fucking my ass cheeks as I slowly rocked my hips up and down.
"Go slow, Michael," I moaned. "I like slow."
I wanted the pleasure to slowly build and build until I finally came. Michael would get his in a little bit, but I wanted it now to be all about me. And Michael was cooperating wonderfully. He seemed to be picking up my little signs quickly.
"Like that, Michael," I said as he worked my clit. "So good."
As I continued moaning, Michael changed to concentrating more on my clit. Each rub was pushing me closer to coming. On the other side of me, his dick with each slow stroke was making me more and more eager to fuck.
I bent my head forward to the point that it was almost touching the desk. I was panting. I was close, so very close. Michael was working hard on my clit now. I had stopped moving my hips as I was totally focused on Michael's finger. I felt like a giant bubble of pleasure was building in me...
...And then it burst, flooding me with pleasure. My knees buckled and collapsed on the desk. Another incredible orgasm.
As I lay there, Michael ran his hands up my legs to my ass, where he lightly squeezed, and then back down again. When I straightened, he asked, "Are we going to fuck like this?"
"No." I stood up, pulling myself together. I turned around, pulled off my shirt, and threw it on the bed. I then climbed on the desk and said, "I want to see you fuck me. I want to see you make me happy. I want to see your face as you come in me."
I put my left foot on the far edge of my desk and I put my right foot on the seat of my chair. I then leaned back on my arms.
Michael said, "You're so beautiful, Heather."
I smiled. I loved hearing that. "Fuck me, Michael."
Michael moved up to me. I gripped his dick and guided it to my entrance. One slow, steady push, and he was buried inside of me. I moaned. God, he felt so good. Then he started rocking his hips back and forth, plunging into me and pulling back.
This was what I wanted - having sex because I loved Michael and enjoyed sharing my body with him. No pressure, no expectations. I was in charge. Not so much in charge but steering; steering things into how I wanted them to go.
Michael continued fucking me slowly, almost tenderly. I could lift my ass off the desk easily so I'd swing it toward Michael as he thrust toward me. Our bodies made a slapping sound as they collided. I moaned a high-pitched "Ah!" each time Michael hit bottom.
I looked up at Michael. He was panting lightly. When he noticed that I was looking at him, he smiled at me.
"Like this?" I asked.
Michael said between pants, "Awesome. Crazy. Special."
It was special. On top of Eagle Mountain had been special. And crazy. And awesome. Michael and I were setting a high bar for fucks.
We soon developed a steady rhythm. I could picture Michael and I having a quickie like this while Mom and Dad were busy somewhere else in the house. But we were making too much noise as it was. I knew that I could suppress my cries of pleasure, but the slapping was too loud. I experimented with changing the timing and distance of my swinging to meet Michael. I eventually found a technique that minimized the sound. We were ready now to fuck when Mom and Dad were at home. The thought of that excited me.
I knew that Mom and Dad would think it was wrong for Michael and me to fuck. But it wasn't wrong for us to fuck. It was perfect. He loved me, and I loved him. We completed each other. Mom had once told me that she wanted me to only have sex as part of a happy, long-term relationship, and, as long as I did that, she didn't care who I had sex with. I wanted a long-term relationship with Michael. I wanted to be lovers with him forever. Mom and Dad didn't need to know who was making me happy.
And Michael was making me happy. His every stroke sent thrills through my body. Every time he plunged into me, he rocked my world a little bit more.
Michael leaned forward, cupped the back of my neck, and gently pulled my head forward onto his chest. He held me to him tenderly for a few moments and then let me go to resume fucking me. It was a small gesture, but it said so much to me - that he wanted to hold me lovingly close while fucking the hell out of me. I felt like I was more in sync with Michael than I ever had been with Drew.
Michael had been keeping one hand behind my back to help hold me up. Now, he grabbed me about the waist with both hands, forcing my legs up over his arms. Then he started pounding me. I looked up at him, and his eyes were closed as he concentrated on fucking me.
"Are you fucking me hard now?" I asked.
"Hell yeah."
"Can you fuck me harder?"
"I'll try."
Michael slipped his arms outside of my legs and pinned them to his side with the inside of his elbows. He cradled my ass in his strong hands and lifted me slightly off the desk. I put as much weight as I could on my arms which were behind me so that Michael could freely swing my body. He slammed and slammed and slammed into me, taking me hard with each stroke. My head lolled back as I savored how hard he fucked me. He was gasping for the exertion. God, he was giving me a great fuck.
Then he made one last hard thrust and leaned forward. I felt his dick expand inside of me, and he was coming inside of me, filling me with his sperm.
Michael wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tight to him. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest.
"I love you, Heather."
"I love you, Michael. And I think we're going to have a great summer together."
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