Summer Camp l

JUNE 2003, SUMMER BREAK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one left the house on Friday.

No one wanted to.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sergeant Langley nodded but hesitated. "Not exactly. I'm here to inform you: Adam Dennis is dead."

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Miss." Sergeant Langley confirmed.

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

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

"We understand," Dad nodded, glancing at Mom.

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

"He's really dead..." Adrienne whimpered, still in disbelief, while I circled my arms around her.

"He can't hurt you anymore," I said reassuringly.

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

I merely hugged her and patted her shoulder.

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

"No, of course not."

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

I closed my eyes and squeezed her tighter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The answer was obvious: Dawn.

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

And I would win her back.

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

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

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

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

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

"You got SHOT?" Dawn gasped.

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

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

"Everyone's fine. Brandi didn't tell you that part?"

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

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

"What happened to Adam?"

I took a deep breath. "He's dead."

Dawn dropped the phone again.

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

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

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

"ReLAX," I emphasized. "I'm fine."

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

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

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

"You're not coming to camp?" I complained.

"I'm sorry. But no."

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

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

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

This had been a really shitty week.

JULY 2003, SUMMER BREAK

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, I'm sorry," I grunted and immediately grabbed some tissues so she could clean herself up.

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

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

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

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

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

JULY 2003, SUMMER CAMP

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

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

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

"We're here, girls," I said gently.

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

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

"I love you too, Emma."

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

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

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

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

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

My Dad nodded beside me and clapped my back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deanna blushed and muttered, "Growing up into a silver-tongued devil, aren't you?"

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

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

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

Yeah, this was going to be a good summer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The blonde teenager promptly turned and whined. "But Daaad!"

"Oh, no, young lady. Maybe when you're twenty-one. Maybe."

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

"Pssht," DJ pouted. "It's just Ben! And it's not like he's never seen me naked."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Felicia's head jerked up. "He's not? When did this happen?"

I shrugged. "End of school. It's cool."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DJ squeezed me and chirped. "I'm first!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, c'mon Em," Eden said. "We gotta meet up with Ana and Jenny."

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

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

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

Eden shrugged. "Dunno. But she wasn't here when we woke up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I furrowed my eyebrows. "I will?"

Adrienne flashed me a wide smile. "Yes. You will."

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

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

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

"You're leaving me?" I complained.

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

"How do you know Felicia doesn't want me along for your 'girl stuff'?" I grumbled petulantly.

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

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

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

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

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

"DJ!" I exclaimed. "What's the deal? Where's Brooke?"

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

There was a rather obvious innuendo in DJ's voice. "Hiking?" I repeated.

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

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

"Oh, no. I do mean exactly." There was no mistaking the predatory expression on DJ's face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Today, I had my ejaculation control back.

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

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

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

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

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

"Aww..." DJ moaned. "I was so close to another one."

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

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

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

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

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

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

"Oh, yesss..." DJ hissed. "You're so fucking BIG!"

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

"Fuck, yeah!" she barked enthusiastically.

"You like me fucking your ass?"

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

"You wanna feel it again tomorrow?"

"Fuck, YEAH!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, YEAH! YESSS!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I figured wrong.

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

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

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

DJ wasn't being serious. I sighed and asked, "Are you really in love with me?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This was gonna be FUN.