The Windy Pines, My Second Summer

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The Windy Pines

My Second Summer

Copyright © 2021, Fanlon. All rights reserved

 

 

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

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The Windy Pines

My Second Summer

 

 

Chapter 1

When we made it home, everything, for the most part, went back to how it was before we went to The Windy Pines. Sara spent all week with her friends and barely even acknowledged I was there when we did happen to see each other. I ended up spending most of my time in my room reading. I had two huge bookshelves full of books that I had already read, but there was a pile on my small desk of new books I had intended to read this summer.

In the morning, I would still have my time with Mom. We didn’t go onto the porch, or even the backyard. In our living room there was a couch and a love seat sharing a glass coffee table. Mom loved to sit on the couch. She had her own place that no one dared take from her. I found her the following day after we got back sitting on the couch first thing in the morning.

When I showed up in the morning looking for her, she smiled and patted the couch cushion next to her and said, “Come sit down, Sam.”

“What’s up, Mom?” I asked as I sat down next to her on the middle cushion.

We were both naked and, as had been the case at camp, Mom’s eyes went straight for my half-hard cock.

“I know it’s different from the porch swing at the cabin, Sam, but I was hoping this spot would work for you.” She looked at me with a hopeful expression on her face. I was pretty sure she wanted this as much, if not more so than I did. “I told you before we left that we could keep doing what we were doing at home.”

“Are you sure it’s...okay?”

“Sure, there is nothing to worry about. I promise.” She gave me a warm smile which made me grin as well. “Are you going to jerk off for me, Sam? I really enjoy watching you get hard, and I especially enjoy watching when you come.”

I jerked off for her, while she just watched. I really enjoyed it when she played with herself too, but that was rare. Regardless, I still loved to masturbate with her watching, and being home or at the cabin didn’t matter. Just like at the camp, when I finished, mom would make breakfast and I would go take a shower. Breakfast now was just for Sara, Mom, and I because Dad headed to work an hour before everyone woke up, usually.

After breakfast, I would usually go up to my room and read. Sometimes I would play games on my Nintendo, but I preferred to read most days. Sure, I loved to play Zelda, and Contra. I even played Double Dribble, Punch Out, and Superbowl. My favorite to play was Bases Loaded but I wasn’t any good at any of the games. Reading was more fun for me most of the time because I would get lost in a fantasy world and before I knew it, Mom was yelling at me for lunch or sometimes even saying it was time for dinner.

The one rule that was the same at camp as it was at home: everyone sat at the table for dinner together. Dad would get home from work, head to his room, take off his clothes, and meet us all at the table. Sara would usually show up just before or right after Mom set the food on the table. That drew Mom’s ire every single time, and Mom let Sara know about it every single time. 

“Sorry,” Sara would say, and Mom would drop it, but still give her a look that warned her not to miss dinner. No one ever did.

It was the first Friday since we got home, and I was up late playing Contra. I kept using the code for thirty lives, but I still couldn’t seem to beat the stupid game. I was sitting on the floor, controller in my hands and leaning against the side of my bed, when I heard a knock on my door.

“Yeah?” I asked, thinking Mom was going to tell me to go to bed.

“Hey,” Sara said as she slipped into my room.

“Hey,” I responded and went back to my game.

“How was your week?” Sara asked.

I ignored her just like she had ignored me since we got home. I didn’t even look in her direction when she came into my room and then sat next to me on the floor.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked. Her voice was soft, and she sounded worried, but I was still mad at her. I didn’t respond. “Come on, Sam. Please talk to me.”

I felt her soft hand on my shoulder. I looked at her quickly, and then looked at her hand on my shoulder and returned my focus to the TV. Sara pulled her hand back and sighed.

“I know you’re mad at me, Sam. I’m sorry I haven’t hung out with you since we got back.”

“Sure, whatever,” I answered, not caring what she thought.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I died and threw my controller at the TV. “You know what I mean. You haven’t said one word to me since we got home, Sara. Not. One. Word.” My lip started to quiver, and I bit down on it to make it stop.

Sara jumped to her knees and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. I didn’t want to, but I leaned into her, loving the feel of her warm, soft skin against mine. I turned and wrapped my arms around Sara and squeezed as tightly as I could. I pulled back just in time to feel Sara’s lips press against mine. She caught me off guard, and I didn’t open my mouth for her probing tongue as it touched my lips.

Sara pulled back when I didn’t welcome her deepening kiss. “Are you okay, don’t you want to kiss me?”

“Sorry, sorry. I wasn’t expecting you to do that.” 

“Do what, kiss you?”

“Yeah.”

“Sam, I want to kiss you, and more, right now.”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

“I’m ready, Sam.”

“Ready for what?” I was slow on the uptake just then and when my brain caught up, “Huh…OH!”

I almost jumped on top of Sara. My arms wrapped around her again as I tried to shove my tongue in her mouth. She was shocked at first but started laughing at my actions.

“Hold on, Sam. Wait a second, okay!” She smiled and giggled. “Give me some warning before you try to stick your tongue down my throat.”

I grinned at her and said, ”Sorry, no problem. You mean now, like right now in my bed, right?”

Sara started laughing again but nodded. I was overwhelmed with happiness. I scurried onto my bed, thinking she was going to jump right up there with me. She didn’t, not right away at least.

Sara stood up and said, “Give me one second, okay?” I nodded, and she left my room.

After she left, I looked around on my bed and saw that it was a mess. I jumped off it and started straightening the sheet, so it didn’t have any wrinkles. I pulled this way and that to make it as smooth as possible. I then straightened the blanket that went over the sheets and that’s when Sara walked back in the room.

I was still trying to make sure everything was perfect when she said, “It looks just fine Sam, don’t worry about it.”

She said that with a sweet smile on her face. She looked nervous but there was no hesitancy in her posture. She took four steps to my bed and then ripped the blankets away. Then she sat down on the mattress, put her legs up as well, and laid down next to me. I smiled, lowered my face over hers, and then pressed my lips to hers. Her mouth was warm, soft, and inviting. She opened her lips to allow my tongue to enter and she pushed her tongue into my mouth at the same time.

“Mmm,” I moaned into her kiss.

She picked up the intensity of her kiss. I tried to hold on and attempted to keep up.

“Now, Sam. I want you inside me now,” Sara groaned when she broke off our kiss. 

I was panting for breath as my head spun, I had forgotten to breathe during our kiss.

“Hold on…let me…catch…my breath,” I replied, gasping.

I felt Sara’s hand searching down my stomach, looking for my hard cock. When she found it, she whined and started to stroke me slowly.

“This, this needs to be inside me. Now,” Sara said, the passion and fervor in her eyes brokered no argument from me.

I shifted my position, so I was lined up with her body below me. My hands held up my torso on either side of her chest. Her boobs were rising and falling fast with her breathing, nipples hard and protruding. Her legs were spread, giving my legs plenty of room between them. I kept shifting forwards until I could kiss her sweet lips and I felt the head of my cock press against her hot and extremely wet pussy. 

“Oh!” she gasped as she felt my cock lightly probe her slit.

“Fuck, you’re wet.”

She nodded with a sly smile, “I am so wet right now, Sam. I am right here, waiting. Are you going to give me what I want?” she asked as her hands gripped my bare ass, pulling me towards her.

My cock slipped right through her folds and with her pulling on my ass I dropped down onto her chest. I kissed her lips again and pulled back, looking down at the beautiful girl splayed out below me. Sara giggled and with her legs still wrapped around me, pulled me down. My cock slid through her wetness, and she moaned softly.

I shifted my hips slightly to line my cock up with her waiting pussy and then hunched forward. I felt the head of my cock pass through her lips and come to rest halfway inside the opening to her depths.

“Oh fuck,” Sara gasped. “No, don’t stop. Keep going.” I felt her legs pull on me and her hands on my ass pulled me into her. I didn’t resist and I could feel my cock slide inch by inch into her pussy. “Yes, that’s it. Keep going, Sam. I want to feel all of you in me--right fucking now!” Sara demanded.

I thrust my hip forward until our bodies were tight against each other and held it right there. Her pussy felt incredible. The warmth, her wetness, and the tightness were more than I could handle.

“I am going to come, Sara,” I groaned.

“Yes, come in me. Come, Sam. I want to feel it,” Sara gasped as she felt my cock stretching and filling her for the first time.

I pulled out and pushed all the way back in until I was fully seated and then did it again one more time. 

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as my orgasm overwhelmed me.

“I… I can feel it. Feel you.”

Rope after rope of my cum flooded her pussy. She started to rock her hips against me, grinding her smooth skin against mine as I held still and pumped every single thing, I could muster into her.

“Mmm, that’s it. Give me your come, Sam.”

“Shit, Sara! Shit!”

When my climax ended, my arms started to shake, and I could no longer hold myself up over Sara. When I collapsed onto Sara, she wrapped her arms around me, her legs still holding me tight against her body, keeping my cock inside of her. I was gasping for breath, every bit of energy I had was now as deep as I could get inside Sara’s perfect pussy.

I rolled off her and my now limp cock slipped out. My cum leaked out of her reddened opening as she looked at me with a look of pure joy on her face. I reached down to take the condom off my—

“Damnit, we didn’t use a condom!” I said as I started to panic.

“It's okay, Sam. I’m on the pill, remember?” Sara said with a beautifully sweet smile on her face.

“Are you sure? Do we need to go tell Mom?” I asked, still in a panic.

“Yes, I’m sure, Sam. It’s okay, I promise.”

I just laid there thinking about what it would mean if Sara were to get pregnant. What would we do?

“I’m fine, Sam. You and I don’t need to use condoms.”

“What if you get, you know, pregnant?”

“I won’t.”

“What if you do?”

“Then I will be pregnant, but that won’t happen, we’re just fine, so calm down.”

I tried to calm down, I really did, but the fact that I just had sex with Sara, without a condom had me incredibly worried.

Sara just laid there breathing heavily with a big smile on her face. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at her body. She was perfect. I scanned lower to her pussy. I could see my cum as it leaked out of her and ran down the crack of her ass. I wrapped an arm around her, and my hand rested on her boob. It was much smaller than Jenny’s, but it still felt good with her hard nipple pressed against my palm.

Sara looked at me as I was checking her out. When our eyes met, there was nothing but love and happiness.

“That was amazing, Sam. Thank you.”

“Yeah. Incredible.”

“Ready to go again?”

I laughed and shook my head, “In the morning?”

“What, you expect me to sleep here?”

“Well, yeah, actually.”

Sara shook her head side to side as she giggled.

“Fine, only tonight. Next time I am going to my own bed.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah, next time. If it feels like that every time. We are going to do this again, and again, and again.”

 

Chapter 2

I woke up on my side, with Sara’s warm back pressing against my chest and my arm was wrapped around her, holding onto her pert boob. I lifted my head, looked around my room and saw my door still closed and nothing amiss. I looked down at Sara and smiled. I rested my head back down on my pillow and I shifted, pulling Sara as tight to me as I could.

“Mmm,” she moaned in her sleep but didn’t wake up. I laid there with her, listening to her breathe, feeling her chest rise and fall in the palm of my hand.

The sun was fully up when I pulled my hand away from her boob and slinked my way out of bed. I went across the hall to quickly relieve the pressure from my bladder. If not for that daily function, I would have stayed in bed. When I finished in the bathroom, I took a quick peek in my room. Sara had shifted and was on her other side, now facing the wall. All I could see of her was some of her hair because she had wrapped herself like a loose burrito in my blankets. I chuckled silently to myself and headed downstairs.

When I walked into the living room, Mom was sitting in her usual spot. She gave me a questioning gaze and I blushed. I sat down next to her in the middle of the couch while she studied me.

“Have a good night?” Mom asked.

“Yeah. I got a great night’s sleep.”

“I bet.” She smirked at me. “I looked in on you this morning.”

“You did, why?”

“Because your sister left her bedroom door open, and her bed was still made. I figured she was with you, but I wanted to make sure.”

“Oh.”

“Did you two have sex then?”

I just nodded with a silly grin on my face and Mom rolled her eyes at me.

“I will check on her later then, when she gets out of your bed.”

Mom then wrapped her arms around me and pulled me so that I was leaning against her chest. My shoulder blades were pressed against her pillowy boobs. She held me like that for a long time and didn’t stop until Sara walked into the room and sleepily wiped her eyes as she tried to wake up.

Sara flopped onto the love seat and said, “Good morning, Mom.”

“How are you feeling?” Mom asked.

Sara blushed and said, “Good.”

“Now that your two are both awake, I will make you both some breakfast. Come sit in the kitchen with me so we can talk.” Mom gave us both smiles, got up and walked to the kitchen. Sara and I followed closely behind, our fingers interlaced together.

I watched as Mom grabbed all the ingredients to make pancakes and put them on the counter of the island where Sara and I were sitting together. For some reason, Mom was making a special meal for us. I didn’t want to assume it was a celebration type thing, but that’s sure what it seemed like.

“So, how was it with Sam, Sara?” Mom asked evenly, no accusation or judgment in her tone at all.

“What do you mean, Mom?” Sara answered hesitantly.

“You and Sam having sex and more importantly, you, losing your virginity. How was it?”

“It was okay I guess.”

“Just, okay?” Mom now had a worried look on her face. “Did something else happen?”

“No, no. Nothing else happened. Sam was great. We went slow, and when we…did it, it was really sweet.”

“You don’t have to be nervous talking about what you two are doing together.” Mom looked at Sara and then to me to make sure I knew she was talking to both of us. “Remember what we talked about in the cabin. It's okay with your dad and me if you two explore and have fun. We just want you two to be open and be honest with us about it. There are consequences, like getting pregnant that you have to be careful about.”

“I’m on the pill. Of course, there could be consequences, but we will be okay!” Sara reached out her arm, hooked it in mine and pulled me towards her. Mom smiled at Sara lovingly.

“Yes, I know you are on the pill, and, as you remember, I was the one who took you to the doctor to get the prescription. That’s not all of what I am talking about though, Sara.” Mom reached out to take Sara’s free hand in hers on top of the counter. “What happens when you start to develop feelings for each other? You two can’t be a couple long term. That’s not okay.”

“Oh, I know what you’re saying, Mom.” I nodded as well.

“There are some things that are unavoidable. Anytime you have sex with someone you get closer to them. Sometimes a little, sometimes a whole lot. Neither one of you can just up and leave each other. You will always be brother and sister, no matter what happens.”

“We know, Mom,” I replied.

“Just keep that in mind, please. Sara, make sure you are taking your pill every morning. I am not ready to be a grandma yet.”

Sara and I started giggling.

“I’m serious, you two.”

Mom turned to the stove and got to work on the pancakes. When they were ready, she made a stack for each of us with a slice of butter on each layer. She also warmed up some maple syrup as well. When we finished off the amazing food, Mom went back to the living room while Sara and I cleaned up the dishes. When we were done, Sara kissed me and ran upstairs to put some clothes on so she could meet up with her friends.

Every day that week, Sara left the house in the mornings to go hang out with her friends and left me the only one home with Mom. I spent most of the day up in my room, except for when mom called for me to take out the trash. She would thank me and then I would be back up in my room to read.

The first night after dinner, Sara came up to my room after she took a shower. Her hair was still wet, and she was using a towel to attempt to dry it. We were still awake when Mom and Dad headed to bed. Mom opened my door and checked on us before closing it again and going into her own bedroom.

“Do you want to have sex?” Sara asked, sounding unsure.

“Hell, yes I do,” I replied, and we both started giggling. 

We both ended up in my bed with her on top of me, my hard cock buried inside of her as she bounced up and down until she orgasmed. Laying back and watching her work was amazing. Her smaller boobs bouncing slightly, her nipples hard as rocks. She started out leaning down and giving me perfect access so I could suck on her nipples. The further along we went, the straighter and taller she sat on me as she ground her pussy into me. When I eventually came inside her, that sent her over the edge as well. Her pussy then pulsed, and it felt like it was milking my shaft. It was incredible.

I met up with Mom on the couch the next morning. She smiled when I walked into the room and her nipples hardened almost immediately.

“Good morning, Mom. “ I smiled at her, and she returned it as she shifted position, so she had a better vantage point. “Want to play with me?”

“What?” Mom gasped; her eyes were wide with shock.

“No, um. I meant do you want to play with yourself while I play with myself?” I asked, blushing furiously.

“You scared me for a minute, wow.” Mom was breathing hard now and held a hand on her chest while she tried to get herself under control. “I told you I would teach you things, but I also told you it would be hands-off teaching.”

“Sorry,” I smiled weakly. “I know. I just wanted to watch you come.”

“Sure, that’s fine.” Mom lifted up and spread her legs and leaned back in front of me, giving me a perfect view of her shaved pussy. Her hand moved between her legs and started to move in small circles around her clit. She was wet, really wet. She looked at me with an expectant smile.

“Sorry,” I said and moved my hand to my now erect cock.

While I stroked my cock with long slow movements, mom went fast and started plunging a finger, and then two, into her pussy. Watching her finger herself drove me on faster than I wanted. Her other hand was tweaking and pulling on one of her nipples. She started to moan as she thrust her hips and arched her back, pushing her boobs out towards me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she got closer and closer to her release.

“I’m about to come, Sam.” Mom was gasping, her body moving and rolling with her hand movements.

“Oh God, I’m coming,” I said through gritted teeth as I tried to hold back as long as I could.

“Yes! Yes!” Mom started yelling as she came right there on the couch in front of me.

I couldn’t hold back anymore and started launching streamers of come. I watched them arc through the air and land on my mom’s stomach, and then on her legs. I kind of hoped one would land on her pussy, but it didn’t happen. Mom’s eyes were crazy when they snapped open when she felt my come land on her now incredibly sensitive skin. She then came again. Holy shit. When we each came down from our orgasms, we both just sat there, breathing hard and feeling tired.

“Go clean up, I will go make some breakfast.”

It felt great to be back into our usual routine in the mornings, even after Sara had drained me the night before.

Sara was never late again for dinner again. No matter what she and her friends were doing all day, she always made it home with time to spare. Usually, she would get home a half hour early and come find me in my room either reading or playing video games. She would sit with me, and we would talk about whatever was on our minds at the time. We would play two-player games when she found me playing the Nintendo until we heard Mom say, “Dinner’s ready!”

In the evenings we would watch TV or a movie as a family. Mom and Dad would snuggle up on the couch which left the loveseat for Sara and me. When it was time for bed, Sara would join me in my room, and we would explore each other’s bodies at night. We were figuring out what each of us liked, what felt good and what didn’t. I didn’t care that Sara wasn’t hanging out with me during the day, because the nights were so much better.

It didn’t take long before Sara and I had tried all the basics multiple times. Sara preferred when I was on top of her if she wasn’t on top of me. That was her all-time favorite and one of mine, too. We tried doing it from behind, her on her hands and knees on the bed, and Sara wanted to try it a couple different ways like that one night.

Usually, we waited for Mom and Dad to go to sleep before we started having sex, but tonight Sara couldn’t wait. She walked into my room, dropped to the floor between my legs, and started sucking my cock greedily.

“Hi Sara,” I said and leaned back a little to give her a little better access.

Sara popped off of me and looked up and smiled, her eyes twinkling with mirth. “Hi,” she replied.

I reached out to try to finger her pussy, but my arms weren’t quite long enough from the position I was in, so I focused on her boobs instead. She moaned and then took me all the way in her mouth. I could feel her lips forming a tight seal around the root. Sara wiggled her body to get into a position where I could reach her. When I finally could, she was soaking wet. She moaned on my cock, the vibration of her voice nearly sending me over the edge combined with the sensation of my entire cock in her mouth.

Sara suddenly stood up and turned to my little desk. She moved my chair out of the way, put her hands on the desktop, and stuck her ass out towards me.

“Come fuck me, Sam,” she grunted.

I hopped up and stood behind her, running the head of my cock up and down through her slit. When I tried to plunge into her, I realized our height difference was a problem. I got up on my tiptoes. That was better. I could reach, and I slowly sank into my sister’s tight wet depths.

“That's it, Sam. That’s what I needed.” Sara was now panting as she tried to push her ass into me, trying to drive me deeper.

I grabbed her hips and tried to start thrusting, but I couldn’t with the way I was standing on my toes. I tried to stand flat footed, but I immediately fell out of her, and Sara whined as I did.

“I’m too short for this one Sara, sorry.” She turned and then stood up in front of me. “What else do you want to try?”

“Can we go outside?”

“Outside?”

“Yeah, let’s have sex outside.”

I looked at her, surprised by her suggestion.

“Not out front, we can go in the backyard.”

“The neighbors might see us, Sara. If we get caught, we will be in some serious trouble.”

“Yeah, you’re right. The couch, or maybe in the kitchen?”

“Sure, after Mom and Dad go to sleep, no problem.”

“Let’s go now. You know they won’t care.”

I raised an eyebrow at her.

“What? They won’t. If anything, it will drive them crazy, and they’ll probably have sex too.”

She gave me the sweetest, most innocent looking smile I had ever seen on her face. I couldn’t help but laugh and she swatted at me. I grabbed her around the waist, picked her up and started walking backwards until I felt the back of my legs hit my bed. I fell backwards with Sara on top of me. Her eyes got excited and when I wiggled up onto the bed a bit further Sara hopped up and straddled me.

She grabbed my cock, so it was standing straight up and guided it into her pussy as she sat down on me.

“God, I love it when I get to be on top.”

“I know. I like it too, a lot.”

Sara started rocking her hips and leaned over offering me her nipples. I didn’t hesitate. My lips surrounded the closest one and my tongue started to flick back and forth. Every lick drove her closer and closer to her eventual orgasm. I knew how to make her come fast though, and now was the time. I increased the suction on her nipples and used my teeth to bite down, not hard, but enough that I could pull back on it. While I was doing that, I was thrusting my hips up to meet Sara’s movements. That made her bounce more and the sound of skin slapping together hung in the air of my room.

“Oh shit.” She bounced two more times and she screamed, “Fuck, Sam!”

She dropped down on me, my cock buried inside her as far as it could go. Her legs squeezed my middle, and her hands gripped my shoulders as she orgasmed. Her mouth hung open and her eyes glazed over as she rode the wave as it rushed through her. That’s when her pussy started to pulse, and that’s all it took for me to come deep inside my beautiful, amazing sister.

She rolled off of me, then pulled my arm out, and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped that arm around her, and she threw her leg across both of mine. My cock was covered in the remnants of our orgasms, and I knew she was leaking because I could feel wetness pooling on my thigh. I kissed the top of her head, she moaned happily and nestled into me a little tighter, and we both fell sound asleep.

The rest of the weekend and the following week, that’s what we did every night. We explored more position changes and talked about where we could have sex and not get in trouble. I couldn’t wait to get back to camp. Having sex at our spot, the fallen log, sounded perfect for Sara and me.

 

Chapter 3

A couple of things happened to me or continued to happen throughout the entire school year, all the way up until the next summer: sex with Sara almost every single day until we passed out panting and sweating profusely, and my morning sessions with Mom. Those morning sessions were always great, but sometimes I woke up not wanting, or more importantly, not needing to masturbate. That was all thanks to Sara. Those mornings, Mom would pout but she understood.

During the first part of December, Sara and I had been pushing the envelope a little when it came to sex. We tried every position we could come up with. Most of them were fun, but we liked the classics more. We were watching a movie late one Friday night, Mom and Dad had gone to bed a little earlier. Sara and I were sitting on the love seat, her head resting on my shoulder with her hand in my lap, her fingers wrapped around my member.

She wasn’t stroking me or even teasing me, she was just holding me, as if my penis was her security blanket. This wasn’t new, she had been doing this for quite a while. In fact, it had been going on a couple of weeks after we got home from camp, and we had started having sex. I didn’t mind at all. I still got hard every time she did it, though. She would feel me expanding as the blood rushed to fill any open areas, look up at me, and smile with a sparkle in her eyes that made me grin back.

Sara was currently holding my hardness in her hand, and I had my arm wrapped around her with my own hand palming her breast. I turned my head and gave Sara a little kiss on the top of her head. She moaned and then looked up at me and puckered her lips, asking for me to kiss her again. I chuckled, she grinned, and our lips met. Our kiss quickly deepened, and Sara shifted position, moving into my lap, her legs to the outsides of my own. The head of my cock rubbed against her smooth lips in this position, and I could feel that she was very turned on.

Her hips started rocking, sliding her pussy on my shaft. She almost moved enough for me to penetrate her two different times, and each time she did she would jump, startling herself, and whimper. I grabbed her hips in both hands; her mouth tried to swallow mine. The next time she moved too far again, I flexed my hips and lifted. I easily slid into her, and she thrust forward to take all of me as deep into her as possible.

She started a consistent rocking motion that was slow and deep. Sara was now moaning and whining constantly. Her noises covered up any noise Mom made as she joined us in the living room, sitting on her usual place on the couch. I had my hands full of Sara’s ass checks, my hands gripping them tightly as I tried to spur her on, helping her move back and forth on my cock. Sara finally released my mouth, and I turned my head to the left to get to her neck and saw Mom sitting on the couch, a hand between her legs as she watched Sara and I fuck right there in front of her.

I looked at her wide eyes and I stopped moving. Sara noticed right away and asked. “What’s wrong, why did you stop?” I looked at her, seeing her eyes and indicated that she should look to the couch.

“Oh, umm. Hey, Mom. I thought you and Dad went to sleep already!”

It was then that Sara noticed Mom’s hard nipples, and her hand buried between her legs. Sara then rocked her hips slowly. The feeling of her moving on me, drawing me in as her muscles squeezed me, was intense. Sara looked back at me with an evil grin on her face. She started rocking her hips in a faster, determined rhythm.

“I can feel you twitching inside me. Do you like it when Mom is watching us?” Sara whispered, her mouth nearly touching my ear, and spoke so softly that there was no way Mom would be able to hear her.

I didn’t do anything, and I didn’t respond in any way. Sara took this as a yes from me and really started to dig in, driving both of us to the brink of orgasm. She added bouncing to her grinding motion, and I started to grunt with the weight of her landing in my lap. The slapping noise of our skin grew louder and louder as Sara increased her aggression with each bounce.

“Oh, Sam,” Sara said in a loud moan. 

“Mmm,” Mom whimpered off to the side on the couch. 

“We are going to come, Sam. Both of us,” Sara said, her voice getting higher as she neared the precipice.

“Umph, Oh shit, Sara, I’m close.”

“I’m… I’m coming… Sam, come with me!” Sara yelled, lost in her passions.

There was no doubt that if Dad were awake, he would hear her easily.

“Oh Sara!” I groaned as I flooded Sara’s pussy.

“Oh, Oh, Oh,” Mom started panting. 

“Mmm, yes. Oh fuck!” Sara yelled.

Sara collapsed on top of me, her chest pressed into mine and her head resting on my shoulder as she fought for breath. I looked over at Mom and saw that her head was back, her hand still resting between her legs but no longer moving. Her chest was rising and falling in rapid succession. I was tired and if I laid there much longer, I would fall asleep. Sara was the first person to move. She slowly lifted herself off me. I could feel our combined fluids drip out of her and onto my leg as she turned and flopped down next to me.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you two,” Mom said quietly.

Both Sara and I didn’t say anything and just shrugged. There was an awkward silence for a while before Mom got up and went back to bed. I didn’t know what she needed when she came down, but whatever it was, she would tell us in the morning.

Sara looked at me with a sneaky smile on her face and I just shook my head.

“I can’t believe you kept going after you saw Mom sitting there,” I said softly.

“What, she was enjoying herself. Why shouldn’t I keep enjoying you too?”

I rolled my eyes at her and stood up. I reached out a hand for her to take, which she did, and we both headed up to my bedroom and were quickly asleep when we got under the covers. Sara was now sleeping with me more often than she was sleeping in her own bed. I would have loved it if she had just slept with me every night. There was something about waking up next to her in the morning that just made the day better.

One of the big changes for me started around Thanksgiving and by the time Christmas came around, it was evident to everyone. I was growing, and fast. Mom rushed me to JCPenney's for new clothes and she even had a few bags of clothes I hadn’t seen before. Those must have been supposed to be presents, but I had outgrown them. Mom quickly returned them, and we spent almost three hours trying on all sorts of different shirts, pants, and everything else in between. She was ecstatic at the thought of having to buy me a new set of clothes and made the most of the trip.

I was happy with my new development, too. I was now the same height as Sara. My shoulders broadened and I started to fill out a bit. Muscles were growing; they weren’t defined, but I was getting bigger around the chest. That’s when my pubic hair finally started growing in. It seemed to happen overnight. One day there was a little fuzz, the next, I was growing a thick bush all around the base of my cock.

Sara was extremely happy with my growth spurt because my cock was getting bigger, Mom loved it, too. I wasn’t hung like a horse, and I never would be, thankfully. I’m sure it’s cool to be able to show off a huge cock, but it limits how much you can use it. That’s how my mom explained it to me anyway. I didn’t really believe her, though. Girls like bigger dicks, which was a universal certainty if you asked any and every guy at my high school. Ask any of them if they want a bigger or huge penis, every single one would raise their hands hoping you had the secret to unleashing that particular growth potential.

On Christmas Day we gathered for presents first thing in the morning. Mom was excited to watch Sara and me open the gifts she had wrapped, and Dad had put under the tree late the night before. Both Sara and I had tried to find the hidden gifts. We wanted to know what we were getting, but like every year so far, we couldn’t find them. Grandpa and Grandma came to visit from The Windy Pines. Grandma and Mom worked feverishly in the kitchen to put together our usual Christmas brunch. That night we had prime rib with all the fixings.

That night, all six of us went into the living room and watched a movie. Sara cuddled up next to me on the loveseat and our parents and grandparents sat on the couch. Sara snuggled up next to me like she usually did, resting her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arm around her. I don’t think she realized what she was doing when her hand moved from my leg to grip my now iron hard erection. I looked down at her hand, then looked at her face. Her eyes met mine and she smiled as if she were the most content person on the planet.

Mom and Dad were cuddled together, both focused on the movie. Grandpa was watching as well. But Grandma had her eyes on Sara, and more importantly, what Sara was holding. She had a grin on her face and then our eyes met. She cocked an eyebrow at me. I shrugged, and she giggled. When Sara didn’t start stroking me, Grandma gave up watching in favor of the movie everyone else was watching.

Later that night, Grandpa and Grandma said goodbye, giving each of us a hug. Grandma gave me a tighter, longer lasting hug than she had ever before. I squeezed her back and she giggled again when my erection brushed her legs. They headed out the door to their car, and Dad shut the door behind them and locked it. Now knowing a little about Grandma and Dad, I looked at her a bit differently.

“I think I am going to head upstairs and go to bed,” Dad announced.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Mom said with a purr in her voice. Dad laughed and she grinned.

“Don’t stay up too late you two,” Dad called over his shoulder as Mom pulled him towards their bedroom.

“We won’t, Dad,” I said and laughed at the goofy grin on his face.

Sara and I stayed up way too late and ended up falling asleep on the couch together. Mom woke us up in the morning when she came down to the kitchen. Sara groaned at Mom and tried to go back to sleep. I nudged Sara a little and she finally got the hint and headed back upstairs. She went to my room and crawled in my bed and went to sleep. I found her there later after I hung out with mom on the couch and then had a quick breakfast.

New Year’s Eve, it was just the four of us. Dad had invited some friends, but they didn’t show up. So, the four of us sat around and watched more movies until it was time to watch the ball drop in New York. Mom poured everyone a glass of champagne, which Sara and I immediately finished off. Even Though there was about an hour to go before the countdown started, Mom refilled our champagne flutes. She gave us a look that told us right away that she was none too pleased, but she still gave us each three more refills. Dad opened another bottle when the first one was emptied so quickly. By the time there was a minute or two left before midnight, Sara and I had enjoyed four glasses each.

We counted down as a family. “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, Happy New Year’s!” We saluted the moment without glasses, and everyone drank whatever was left until all our glasses were dry. Sara was flushed, not from embarrassment, but from the alcohol. I wasn’t much better off. I couldn’t stop giggling like a little kid, everything was funny to me. I was a little wobbly on my feet and made the decision to sit down on the loveseat. Hopefully, that would help my equilibrium. It did, for a while.

Sara lasted a little longer on her feet before she joined me. Mom and Dad were locked in a passionate kiss and then Dad fell on the couch and Mom was on top of him. They never broke the kiss through the whole maneuver. Mom quickly startled my dad and then moaned loudly when she found what she was looking for. The room was spinning a bit for me, so when Sara tried to kiss me, I missed her lips. I nearly missed her whole face, which caused both of us to fall into a fit of giggles.

We finally did manage to kiss, but it was sloppy and if someone had been watching, they would have assumed it was our first time. We were both, all tongues and slobber. Mom sat up and she rode Dad on the couch. Her hips thrust furiously, and Dad reached up and squeezed both of her full, round breasts. The look of pure ecstasy on Mom’s face was beautiful. Dad’s thrusting to meet Mom’s rocking hips bounced her up and down. It didn’t take Mom long to get to the point of no return and from the grunting Dad was making, he wasn’t far behind himself. 

Sara renewed her attempt at getting into something that resembled sex, but I was drunk. Champagne and I do not mix well. My dick remained limp the whole time. Sara dropped off the loveseat and was situated on her knees between my legs as she took me in her mouth. The moaning coming from Mom and Dad as well as the warmth from Sara’s mouth made me swell a little, giving Sara hope, but that was all she wrote before I felt my stomach flip. I pushed Sara away quickly and tried to run for the bathroom, but I had a hard time staying upright.

“Hey, where are you…” Sara’s voice trailed off as she figured out where I was going.

When I finally made it, my mouth was watering like crazy and I knew if I didn’t get to the toilet, I was going to be sick all over the floor. I dropped to my knees in front of the toilet bowl and flipped up the lid as my stomach purged itself of everything it held. My head was almost touching the water as I heaved over and over. Starting to feel better, I wanted some water, so I tried to stand up and I retched all over again, followed quickly by a series of dry heaves. Happy New Year my foot!

 

Chapter 4

In late February, I took Jon and Adam’s advice and tried out to play baseball. Tryouts were at the practice field just past the senior parking lot. There were around one hundred boys all hoping for a spot on either the varsity, junior varsity, or the sophomore squads. There were eighteen spots on each team. The varsity team was all but finalized, but the coaches still needed to go through the process and see if someone was good enough to take someone else’s place.

We all started off with some basic stretches. It was still pretty cold, so we all needed to get the blood flowing. That way we would all loosen up and the cold wouldn’t be such a burden. The coach who was leading the stretches kept saying it would keep us from getting hurt. “Tight muscles turn into injured muscles,” the coach would call out. Once he was satisfied, we were all loosened up, it was time for testing. There was more to trying out for high school baseball than I ever imagined.

First up, sprints. One coach was at the starting line and there was another at the finish with a handheld stopwatch. We all ran two times. I wasn’t the fastest, not even close, but I was nowhere near the slowest. When we were done running, the coaches asked us what positions we played and separated us into smaller groups. There were about fifteen that wanted to pitch like me. I was still the shortest of the group, but not by much anymore.

My group were all ushered over to the pitching mound. We were paired up and told to play catch to warm up our arms. After about fifteen minutes of that, we were lined up and one by one we were to pitch for them. There was a catcher sitting behind home plate in his full-on catcher’s gear. I was the seventh kid to throw.

My first pitch hit the dirt in front of the plate. The ball bounced off the ground and then shot up to hit the catcher's face mask dead in the middle. The catcher didn’t expect the throw to go that low, so he was slow to react and nearly fell over backwards as his arms flailed to try to stop the ball from going past him. I winced and looked sheepishly to the coach standing next to me. His face was like stone, not a single emotion on his face.

The next pitch went over the plate and the pop the ball made when it hit the mitt made the coach lift a single eyebrow. Thinking he was impressed, I tried to throw as hard as I could. The ball sailed way over the outstretched glove of the catcher as he tried to jump up to get it.

“Damnit,” I grumbled to myself and kicked my foot through the dirt.

“What was that?” the coach barked. His face looked neutral but far closer to pissed off then it was happy.

“Nothing, Coach.”

“I thought so. Don’t try to throw it as hard as you can. Get it over the plate. Hard doesn’t matter if you can’t throw strikes.”

“Okay, coach.”

My next ten pitches all were strikes, right over the middle of the plate.

“Better. Next!” the coach yelled for the guy behind me to take his turn.

“Go sit over there and wait for us to call your name,” the coach told me, pointing to the group of pitchers that went before me, all sitting together in the grass watching whoever was up pitching.

I sat down next to the other pitchers. None of them even said hi when I sat down. That was my life in a nutshell when it came to school. Most people didn’t even recognize me, which was fine with me. I didn’t want to be there anyway. I watched the rest of the pitchers who were still in line. Some of them were really good. Others couldn’t hit the ocean from the beach. Why they were trying out was beyond me. I thought I had a pretty good chance of making the Sophomore team, maybe the junior varsity. I had at least thrown strikes, like the coach asked. Next up for the pitchers, batting practice. Shit.

The coach that was watching the pitchers at the mound had a five-gallon bucket full of baseballs next to him as he stood on the mound. 

“I need three or four of you to shag balls!” He yelled out to the group of us sitting down. 

Four older kids I didn’t recognize jumped up and raced for the outfield before anyone else had a chance. I knew this was going to be my worst performance. I could field fine, and pitch even better. Hitting I was terrible at.

“Batter up!” The coach who was throwing batters practice called to those of us who were still sitting on the side.

There were six people up before it was my turn. I tried to wait to be last, but I was moved up by a couple of older kids, juniors if I had to guess. They laughed as I reluctantly made my way to the chalk lined batter’s box. The reason I sucked so bad at hitting was that I was scared of getting beaned. I got hit one time my first year of little league, and I’d dreaded it ever since. I quit playing baseball after that season. Dad was disappointed, but Mom sided with me.

So, when I stepped into the batter’s box, I was as far back and away as I could get. That way I had more time to duck for cover. Not like the coach was going to throw a pitch anywhere near me, but my subconscious didn’t listen to reason. The coach shook his head at me, his disappointment obvious in where I chose to stand in the box. He waited a minute before he threw the first pitch, giving me a chance to scoot forward. I didn’t, I stayed exactly where I was.

I saw ten pitches, and I didn’t make contact at all, not once. What made matters worse, every single one was straight and right down the middle. They weren’t thrown that hard. I could throw harder than what the coach was offering up for me to hit. After the last pitch and my swing and miss, I slumped my shoulders and hung my head. I dropped the bat in the batters’ box for the next hitter and walked back to where all the pitchers were sitting. Most were laughing at me. Some were asking me if I had ever swung a bat before and saying I swung like a girl. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to go home.

I stayed long enough to find out the results of the tryouts. I was a little disappointed but not surprised that I didn’t make any of the teams. My at bats would be a problem and I knew it. The head coach for the sophomore team told me I was going to be a reserve pitcher. If someone got hurt, he would ask me to play. I was okay with that.

When I got home from tryouts, it was nearly dark. Mom heard me come in the front door and peeked around the corner from the kitchen. She smiled when she saw me, but I was too busy looking at the floor feeling sorry for myself.

“What’s wrong, Sam?” Mom asked and she moved to greet me. “Tryouts didn’t go well?”

“Not really, no,” I said and shrugged like it didn’t matter. “I can’t hit at all. I know Dad was looking forward to watching me play again…”

“Don’t worry about your dad, he will be proud that you tried.”

I gave Mom a weak smile, which she tried to return with enthusiasm, but it didn’t help my mood. I went up to my room, shut the door and picked up one of my new books. Lord of Chaos had been out for a little while, but I hadn’t gotten to it yet. The Robert Jordan series was one of my favorites. I made it a couple chapters in before Sara knocked on my door, opened it, and told me it was time for dinner. I wasn’t hungry. That’s not true, I was hungry, but I didn’t want to sit with my dad while he asked me questions about the tryouts.

My fear was realized when Dad started asking me about tryouts right away when I saw down. I gave him the play by play on what happened. He was happy and excited when I told him about the pitches I threw, but his face fell when I told him about the hitting portion. When I finished telling the story, he put his hand on my shoulder and tried to tell me I tried my best. His compliment didn’t do much for my mood.

After dinner was done, Dad wanted to talk to us about the upcoming summer. 

“We need to talk about the summer, and more importantly, camp,” Dad said.

“What about camp?” Sara asked right away.

“Hold your horses, Sara. Let your dad finish,” Mom said, and Sara sat back and closed her mouth, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“As I was just about to say. This summer is going to be different than last summer.” Dad held up a hand forestalling another comment from Sara. “This year, we want to know if you want to go for the whole summer?”

“The whole summer? All of it?” Sara asked, her excitement obvious.

“Yes, we would leave a couple days after your last day of school,” Mom answered. “But your dad and I won’t be there until July. So, the first month you will be with your grandpa and grandma.”

“Would we stay at their place, or would we be in the cabin again?” I asked.

“They offered for you to stay with them.” Dad looked at me with a serious look on his face. “Grandpa wants your help with the land, Sam. So, it won’t be all fun and games. You will have a little responsibility, not too much, but some. Grandpa also offered to pay you.”

“I can help too! Can he pay me as well?” Sara asked.

“If you want to help, I’m sure I can tell him to give you some money as well.” Mom nodded along with what Dad said.

“Cool!” Sara smiled.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” I said. I didn’t know what I was going to do with the money, but I could find something!

“Great, I will call them tomorrow and let them know you two will be on your way up after the school year is over.” Dad smiled proudly.

That night Sara and I hung out in my room playing Zelda together. I had one of the golden cartridges, which I thought was cool. She loved that game, but it was the one game that never seemed to work right. I would have to bang the game on my knee, then blow on the opening, bang it on my knee again, and finally open and close the Nintendo cradle-thingy inside. If that didn’t work, nothing would. So far, it worked every time, much to Sara’s humor.

We put the controller down and Sara was the first one to climb into my sheets.

“Someone’s happy,” I joked.

“We get to go to camp for the whole summer!”

“I know, but we also have to work, too. I am excited to see Jenny and everyone else.”

“Have you talked to Jenny lately?”

“No, not since we went back to school. The last time I called, Tom answered, yelled at me to never call again, and hung up on me.”

“Why would he do that?” 

“I have no idea. Why was he a jerk last summer?”

“I don’t have a clue. All I know is when his buddies showed up, he was a jerk. I would guess that Jenny got a boyfriend, that’s why she hasn’t talked to you.” We both shrugged. “Go turn off the light and get back over here. I need your tongue on my clit, now!”

I flipped the light off and Sara giggled. I raced around the room and jumped into the bed, which made Sara bounce and laughed.

“Stop it, come here,” she said in a sweet, but sexy tone.

“My pleasure.” I dove between her legs and went right after it, attacking her pussy with my tongue.

“Oh fuck!” Sara was already thrashing around. “Yes, right there. Don’t move.”

I stopped and looked up at her while she was looking down at me. The glow of the moon illuminated her face perfectly, and she looked shocked that I had stopped.

“What are you doing, why did you stop?” Sara whined.

I just grinned, fake growled and dove back in like a hungry beast, which caused her to fall into a fit of giggles and smack my shoulders with her hands.

“Ahhh!” Her legs started shaking and I grabbed onto them as tightly as I could. “Shit, Sam. Shit!”

“Come for me Sara,” I demanded and put two fingers deep into her warm, tight depths.

Sara started coming when I started thrusting my fingers in and out of her wet pussy. She couldn’t take both my mouth on her clit and my fingers deep inside her. Her hands slapped down over her mouth, and she groaned through her orgasm. I really loved making her cum like this. This was just plain good fun.

When she finally got herself back under control she said, “My turn!” with an evil smirk on her face.

For the rest of the baseball season, I went to all of the practices and the games, but I never once saw any action on the mound. Dad always told me there could be a chance and to be ready. He would act as my catcher in the backyard. Initially he had to chase balls as often as he could catch them. As the season progressed, I got more and more accurate when I threw as hard as I could. Dad got more confident as the pop of the ball hitting his mitt got louder and louder. I even secretly hoped something would happen and I would get asked to play. It didn’t happen. Everyone stayed healthy the whole season.

The last month before school was out, my focus changed to the upcoming summer. On the weekends Dad and I would go up to The Windy Pines and go to work as Grandpa laid out where he thought new things should or would eventually go. It wasn’t hard. Mostly it was just putting stakes here and there with orange plastic flags on the top and with a string line tied between the stakes, showing where things were going to go.

From what we had laid out, the camp was going to be a lot bigger than it was before. Grandpa even toyed with the idea of getting rid of the old minimum maintenance dirt road that led to the camp. He wanted to put in an actual paved road into the camp and then a single lane road that wound around and through all of it, as well as a walking trail for people to use. We hadn’t marked that out, thankfully. Still, by the time Sara’s and my school years were over, we were excited to get to camp. Not only to help work on the camp and make some money, but also to see our friends and hopefully make some new ones.

 

Chapter 5

It was finally morning. Sara and I were going to The Windy Pines for the whole summer. I woke up earlier than normal and made my way down to the living room. I didn’t think Mom would be there, considering the hour, but she was and greeted me with a big smile on her face.

“Good morning, Sam,” Mom said.

“Hey, Mom. What are you doing up so early?”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“Ooh, me too. I barely got any sleep myself.”

“I take it you’re excited to go to camp today?”

“Yeah, I can’t wait.” I was so excited about leaving today that I almost missed the sad look on my mom’s face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, honey. I am just going to miss you this summer.”

“You and Dad aren’t going to spend July with us at camp?” I asked. A little worry slipped into my tone.

“Of course, we are. There is no way we wouldn’t not come and spend time with you and your sister.” Mom wrapped her arm around me and pulled me into her embrace next to her. “I have gotten used to being with you in the mornings. I know it shouldn’t be a big deal, but it really is to me.”

I thought I could see my mom’s eyes starting to fill with unshed tears. I turned in my mom’s arms and wrapped my own around her and squeezed. Mom’s arms moved up when I wrapped mine around her body. She put them around my neck and pulled and held me to her chest. The softness of her breasts held me as well since I was positioned between them.

I turned my head and pulled back slightly. Mom didn’t relinquish her grip at first. I tried to back away again, not pushing hard, but with enough pressure for her to know I was trying to move. She sighed and relaxed slightly so I could pull back and look her in the eye.

“I am going to miss you, too.” I could feel my own emotions starting to well up from seeing Mom’s doing the same thing. “I’ll miss our mornings together. They’re one of the best parts of my day.”

Mom raised a single eyebrow at me. She was calling bullshit. I chuckled and she rolled her eyes. 

“It makes me happy to know that you love this as much as I do.” Mom then kissed me on the forehead and squeezed me tight one more time before releasing me.

“Do you want to play too, since we won’t be able to do this again for another month?” I asked with a sly grin on my face.

“Ha, ha. Sure, since I won’t see you for a month.” The laugh and genuine smile on mom’s face was breathtaking.

I shifted on the couch, so I was still sitting with my feet over the edge, but also slightly facing Mom, who had moved as well, one leg hanging off the couch and the other knee bent with her foot on the cushion. I had a perfect view of Mom’s smooth pussy and how the outer lips opened, allowing me to see the flushed pink of her folds that looked like they were soaking wet. Mom’s fingers dipped and then ran along her inner folds. She moaned as I watched her slowly tease herself.

My right hand wrapped around my now hardened member and started to stroke myself. My eyes never left my mom’s pussy and her fingers as they explored her sex. I wanted to touch her, lick her, anything in that moment. I knew I couldn’t, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have an intense desire to do it right that second.

“You’re bigger, after your growth spurt.” Mom’s eyes locked onto my dick. “I thought I would like to see you finally have pubic hair, but I can honestly say, I liked it better before.”

“Mmm, you liked me better when it was smooth?” I gave her a look, and when she met my eyes, seeing that I had a questioning look on my face she blushed. “You liked me looking younger, is that what you mean?”

“No, no. Not at all. You just looked clean, smooth, and I know Sara and Jenny really preferred you baby smooth.”

“I know Jenny and Sara like it smooth. Especially Jenny.” I shrugged. “The hair makes me not look like a little kid, though.”

“You would never be confused with a little kid, Sam. Trust me.”

By now Mom had two fingers going in and out of her depths. Her fingers were coated in clear liquid and only made me want to feel her even more. My own cock was covered by my precum, giving it a shiny look. 

“Sara has been asking me to shave it all off. She’s been begging for it, actually.”

“You really should. I agree with what she is thinking.”

“Okay, if you both think I should, and I won’t look like a little kid, then I will try it.”

“Good. Oh mmm…”

“That looks so good, Mom.” Her vagina was flushed a deeper red now due to the blood flow racing to her over-stimulated pussy.

“Oh, Sam. I am going to come. Your mom is going to come, Sam! Ungh.”

Her fingers in her pussy dove in as deep as they could go. All I could see were her knuckles. Her other hand was on her boob, squeezing it hard. She started to shake as her orgasm washed over her. When she started to shake, I aimed my cock in her direction and unloaded everything I had. String after string shot out and landed on her legs. The first two shots nearly landed on the hand that was buried in her pussy.

When Mom felt my come land on her legs, her eyes snapped open, and she watched as everything I had left tried to coat her legs. She bit her lower lip, and her eyes had a yearning look to them that told me she really, really wanted to do more. We had agreed, though, that we were hands off. That line was drawn in the sand early in this relationship and I was not going to cross it and risk ruining…this.

“My goodness, Sam. Really?” Mom gasped out as she came down from her orgasmic high.

“Sorry, I was watching you and wasn’t paying attention…”

“It’s fine, honestly. You just surprised me is all.”

“Do you want me to get you a wet washcloth?”

“No, I can take care of it.” Mom got up on shaking legs. She grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet and then wrapped me in a tight hug. My deflating manhood pressed between the junction of her thighs.

“Go get cleaned up,” she said. “When you are done in the bathroom, finish packing whatever else you need. As soon as Sara gets up, we will eat breakfast.”

I hugged Mom tightly and she giggled. I smiled like a goof and then raced to the bathroom that Sara and I shared. I turned on the shower, getting the water to a nice warm temperature before I braved the temperature. I looked at myself in the mirror, focusing on my now soft penis which was still reddened and looked as if I had abused it. Around the base was a reddish-brown patch of hair. I looked at it in the mirror, thinking about if I really should shave it all back off.

I know Sara likes it smooth. Jenny really, really liked it smooth and apparently Mom did, too. I internally debated on it for a moment. I finally was looking closer to my age. Then I thought about it, looking at the rest of my body. I was taller, wider, heavier. Without someone standing next to me it was hard to tell, but when I stood next to Mom and Sara, it was obvious I had grown. I decided that was good enough. I wanted Sara to be happy, as well as Jenny and Mom.

I stepped into the shower and began to wash myself off. I spent extra time on my penis and when it was clean, I grabbed Sara’s razor and slowly got to work shaving myself back to bare.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Sara asked. Her voice sounded accusing.

“Nothing.”

“Are you shaving your dick? Are you using my razor!” Sara stomped her foot so hard I heard it over the sound of the water. “Mom! Mom!” Sara yelled.

“What? What’s going on in here?” I heard Mom’s voice demand.

“Sam is shaving his dick, with my razor!”

“I thought you wanted him to shave?”

“I do! That’s not the point though, how am I supposed to shave my legs, armpits, and everything if he uses it? It’s going to be dull now!” Sara was throwing a full-on fit. I felt terrible. If I hadn’t been almost done, I would have dropped her razor and quit.

“Settle down, for goodness sake,” Mom said, her hands on her hips. “You can use one of mine. It’s not that big a deal, seriously. Besides, he is doing it for you.”

“He is?” Sara asked, caught off guard.

“Yes,” Mom said flatly.

“Oh, umm…” Sara paused whatever she was going to say. “Do you need any help, Sam?”

“I think I got it, Sara. I’m sorry I used your razor; I didn’t think it would be a problem.”

“It’s fine. Next time use your own, okay? Neither one of us wants to get razor burn, trust me.”

I winced at that thought. Razor-burn on my junk would not be fun at all. The shower curtain opened, and Sara stepped in on the side opposite of the shower head. She immediately looked at my now smooth penis and balls.

“It looks so much better now.” Sara smiled happily.

“Thanks.”

She reached out her hand and slowly ran her fingertips over every piece of skin on my dick and balls. First one way and then the other.

“You did a good job. Usually, I miss a little patch here or there and I have to do a second pass after I get out of the shower,” Sara said, her hands still running along my growing length.

“I’m all done. I need to pack a few things before we go,” I said and kissed Sara in a not-so-brotherly way before I climbed out of the shower. Mom met me at the open door with a brand-new razor in her hand. She smiled at me, looked down at my now smooth dick and nodded.

“Better, Sam.”

“Thanks.”

“Sara, here you go,” Mom said behind me as she handed Sara the razor and I walked into my bedroom, using my towel to dry my hair.

I had just stuffed two more books into my backpack when Mom yelled out, “Breakfast is ready. Come on!”

Now dry, I threw my backpack over my shoulder. I had a pair of shorts on and a tee shirt. My flip flops smacked the soles of my feet as I hurried to the kitchen table for breakfast. Sara was already sitting down with a plate of food in front of her. Mom placed my plate down in front of my chair before I even got there.

“Where is Dad?” I asked.

“I’m here. Sorry, I have to run to the office. Your Mom is going to run you two to your grandparents, okay?” 

Sara immediately got up from her place and gave Dad a huge hug. When she let go and went back to her chair, I wrapped him in a hug of my own.

“We’ll be there in July,” he said. “In the meantime, be good and listen to your grandpa and grandma. I expect phone calls from both of you, too. Got it?”

There weren’t phones in the cabins, at least not the one we stayed in last summer.

“Go on, you need to get to work,” Mom cut in. “I will handle everything, don’t worry.”

“Okay, thanks. Love you!” Dad called out as he walked out the front door.

After breakfast I put my backpack in Mom’s car. I knew I wasn’t going to get to sit in the front seat, so I put it in the back. I also put the book I was currently reading on the back seat as well. Sara and Mom came out when I put the book on the seat. Mom was wearing a pair of short jean shorts, not so short to show off anything, but they were actual cut offs from an older pair of jeans. She had a white tank top that was sheer, and it was easy to see the white bra she was wearing underneath.

Sara had on a white skirt and blue tank top. I could easily see the points of her nipples through it. I always loved the sight of her nipples through her tops. That was definitely one of the best things about her not owning any bras. Her breasts had grown, too. I wasn’t the only one growing in the house. They were fuller, bouncier. I loved them. Her nipples were slightly darker, no longer matching the skin of her boobs. She bounced as she walked, and I thought I saw that she wasn’t wearing panties under her skirt when it flared up slightly.

I am not sure how or why Sara had to bring two big duffle bags. We were going to be naked for the next three months, so there was no need for that much stuff. I was about to open my mouth and say something about it when Mom got my attention and shook her head. While Sara put her bags in the trunk, Mom whispered to me saying, “It’s a girl thing.”

“Come on, let's go!” Sara said excitedly as she climbed in the front seat and slammed the door.

“What did I tell you about slamming my door!” Mom yelled. Sara ducked her head and gave Mom an embarrassed smile. “Get in, Sam. It's time to get going.”

Sara and Mom talked, giggled, and listened to music while I was reading in the back seat. It was a six-hour drive to the camp, and that gave me a lot of reading time.

“I don’t know how you can read while we are driving,” Sara said as she looked over the back of the front seat and into my lap where I had the book placed.

“What?” I asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

“If I read while we are driving, I get road sick.”

“Oh, yeah. That doesn’t happen to me. Besides, the car doesn’t move much while we are driving on the highway,” I answered.

Sara didn’t say anything else. She kept looking at me, though, watching me read.

“Okay, Sara. That’s enough. Sit back down in the seat and buckle up,” Mom cut in, and Sara quickly turned and dropped back into the passenger seat.

Both Mom and Sara left me alone for the rest of the drive. I didn’t pay them any mind because I was engrossed in my book. There were less than ten chapters left when we finally made it to the gates of The Windy Pines. Mom drove the car right through the opening and then turned to the left as we got to the main buildings. This path would take us to our grandparents’ house here at the camp. If we would have kept going straight, it would have taken us to the cabins we had stayed at before.

When we pulled up at the house, Grandma and Grandpa were both outside, waiting to welcome us.

Grandpa walked over to the trunk of the car when Mom stopped. He had a knowing look on his face and my mom just chuckled and opened it to show the two duffle bags Sara had brought.

“I had a feeling,” Grandpa said.

“Yeah, she’s a girl. You knew she would bring her stuff,” Mom answered.

“Yes, yes, I did, and of course she is.” Grandpa laughed at that and picked up both bags and lugged them inside.

“Do you have time for something to eat?” Grandma asked Mom while she hugged Sara.

“I have a few minutes, but then I need to get back on the road.”

We all headed inside, and Grandma made sandwiches and opened a new bag of potato chips for us to eat.

“We are really happy you two are here. Are you ready for summer?” Grandma asked.

 

Chapter 6

I was sitting on the porch of my grandparents’ house when I heard the front door open as Grandma came outside. There was, what seemed to be, a disappointed look on her face when she saw me sitting on the steps.

“Good morning, Sam. How’d you sleep?” She asked as she sat down next to me.

Grandma held her legs about shoulder width apart and then put her hands on the porch behind her and leaned back. It looked like she was trying to show off her boobs. They were nice. All boobs are nice, though.

“Morning, Grandma. I slept okay.” I turned my head to her, looking at everything she was putting on display.

When my eyes finished the journey of taking in her breasts, then her legs, and ultimately the dark brown but graying patch of hair covering her mound and my attention was back on her face, she winked at me.

“I don’t shave like your mom or sister.” Grandma’s eyes dropped to my half hard dick that I had just finished stroking moments before she had come outside. “Or even you for that matter.”

“I like it both ways.” I definitely preferred it shaved, but I wasn’t going to tell that to my grandma.

Grandma chuckled and her whole body shook with her laugh. Her breasts bouncing slightly, her dark brown nipples hardening. Her boobs were actually really nice. They did hang lower than Mom’s or Sara’s, but they were still full and round.

“You’re a breast man, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean, a breast man?”

“You obviously like tits.” Grandma palmed and squeezed her boobs, hefting them in front of me as an example and I watched her every movement. “Some boys like butts, others like boobs. You, and your dad, both love boobs.”

She then started tweaking her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. She gave them both a pull and then let go as her boobs bounced and wiggled back into their resting position. Her eyes were fixed between my legs, waiting to see my reaction. When nothing happened, she sighed again and stood up.

“Breakfast will be ready shortly, Sam. Come on inside,” she said and then walked in the front door, leaving it open for me to follow.

By the time Grandma finished making breakfast, both Grandpa and Sara had woken up and made their way to the table.

“Good morning, Sam,” Grandpa said as he sat down at the head of the table to my right. “Good morning, Sara. How did the two of you sleep?”

“Good,” Sara said.

“Okay,” I answered at the same time as Sara.

“Good, good. I am supposed to have you call your mom after breakfast. When you two are done on the phone, we will go get some work done. Sound good?” he asked.

“Sounds great!” Sara answered, her voice sounded excited, and I nodded with a huge smile on my face.

Grandma put a platter of pancakes on the middle of the table, as well as the butter dish and a saucer of hot maple syrup.

“Those pancakes look delicious, thanks Ma,” Grandpa said, his eyebrows up high, surprised. “Why don’t you ever make those for me when the grandkids aren’t here?”

Grandpa had a mock pout on his face, which was hilarious seeing his aged face try to give a sad puppy look like a little kid would do.

“Would you knock that off,” Grandma said laughing as she smacked his arm playfully. “You don’t even like pancakes, you overgrown goofball.”

Sara and I started giggling at the back and forth between Grandma and Grandpa. Grandpa had a big smile on his face as he tried to hold in the laugh that was threatening to bubble up. Grandma sat down in her chair, across the table from where Grandpa was sitting. We all reached to take a pair of the steaming hot, golden-brown pancakes. I shook my hand as I dropped them on my plate, as if shaking my fingers would fling the heat from them.

Everyone was watching my antics and I blushed when I noticed them watching me.

“What? They’re hot,” I said, feeling embarrassed.

I grabbed my knife and cut off a thick slice of butter and then started to spread it over the top pancake. It melted almost immediately. I then poured some syrup over the short stack, then I placed the saucer back in the middle of the table and dug into the food in front of me.

After we were all done, I got up to clear my place and clean up the dishes when Grandma put her hand on my shoulder. Her other hand was holding her own plate.

“Just put them in the sink, I will take care of the dishes,” Grandma said, a small smile on her face. “The phone is over there on the wall, go call your mom.”

“Thanks Grandma. Breakfast was perfect,” I told her, and her eyes sparkled with happiness.

I put my plate in the sink and went right over to the phone and dialed home.

“Hello?” I heard my mom’s voice on the other end.

“Morning, Mom,” I replied.

“Sam! How are you, did you get settled in okay?”

“Yeah, we did. I slept okay but woke up pretty early. Grandma made pancakes. They were so good.”

I heard Mom giggle on the other end. “I was sitting on the couch this morning with my cup of coffee before I realized you weren’t going to come join me.”

“Oh. Yeah, I went to the front porch and sat on the steps, kind of like when we were at the cabin.”

“You did, did you?” Mom’s voice had a hint of teasing to it.

“Yup, Grandma came outside too, just after I finished, thank god.” I whispered that so Grandma wouldn’t overhear me from where she was standing in front of the sink.

Mom just laughed a big, full, belly laugh. When she finally got herself under control, she said, “Be careful, Sam. I miss you already.” Mom paused for a second. “Is Sara there, can I talk to her?”

“Yeah, she’s right here.” I wrapped an arm around Sara and handed her the phone.

“Hi, Mom,” Sara said.

I didn’t want to eavesdrop on what they were talking about, so I went and found Grandpa sitting on the porch.

“Hey, Sam. Where’s Sara?” Grandpa asked.

“She’s talking to Mom.” 

Grandpa nodded, “As soon as she is done, we will head over to the new section and get to work.”

“Sounds like a plan, Grandpa.”

A few minutes later, Sara came bounding out of the house. Her larger, fuller tits were bouncing seductively along with her steps. My eyes were looking at them as she jumped off the porch, forgoing the stairs where Grandpa and I were sitting. Grandpa was watching her boobs too, a sly grin on his face. 

“Okay, let’s get going before we get into trouble,” Grandpa said. 

We all loaded up in Grandpa’s little Ford Ranger. Sara and I jumped in the bed, sitting on the wheel wells facing each other.

“Hold on, here we go!” Grandpa yelled out the driver’s side window as the little four cylinder fired up.

Sara and I both grabbed the side rails of the bed and held on as Grandpa backed up, and then started driving to the gate of the camp. Sara and I bounced around as the truck went over bumps in the old dirt path. When we went through the gate, Grandpa turned right and started down the loose gravel road up to where the entrance was for the new section of land, he bought last summer.

The truck stopped suddenly, and Grandpa called out, “Sam, hop out and open the gate please.”

I didn’t even think about it and jumped out and hurried to open the iron gate. I heard the clunk of the truck as Grandpa put it back in drive and then pulled through the opening. He stopped when he passed and gave me enough room to close the gate; I did so quickly, locking it back up as Grandpa waited for me to jump back in the bed across from Sara. Once I was back in, he started driving again through the grass and headed to where Dad, Grandpa, and I had started marking out where things were going to be situated. Grandpa had been working to clear some of the tall grass. Now it was only around knee high, thankfully. Much taller and low hanging fruit, so to speak, would have been in danger potentially.

Grandpa parked the truck, Sara jumped out, excited to start working and make some money. I knew what was coming and wasn’t quite as excited to get started. He pulled out the plans he had for the layout. He had spent a fair amount of money having an engineer come out and help him design the placement of everything. Now there were stakes and strings all over the place. From where we were standing, it was hard to tell what stakes marked what potential buildings.

“At ten o’clock the first crew of construction guys are supposed to show up.” I looked at Grandpa, I was anxious to see how everything came together. “They will be bringing in a Bobcat or two and a backhoe to help move some dirt around.”

“Is that for the road?” I asked.

“No, this will be for the buildings.” I frowned; the road was one of the things I was allowed to help lay out, and I wanted to see it finished. “They will also be digging the hole for the new swimming pool that we are going to put in over here. This one will be a little bit bigger because this section of the camp with be able to hold more people.”

“Do you think Sara and I will be able to help?” I asked.

“That’s up to the head of the crew coming out.” Grandpa put his hand on my shoulder, and he leaned down to meet me eye to eye. “If you prove you can help, I think they will welcome any assistance you can give.”

He had a warm, soft smile on his face that made me feel good about my chances.

“Can I run the mower again?” I asked.

“Sure, you can. It should have plenty of gas in it.” Grandpa laughed. “Why don’t you show your sister how to use the mower, so she can help too.” 

Sara grinned happily and started bouncing on her feet, her hands clasped in front of her chest, situated between her tits.

“Come on Sara, let’s go,” I yelled as I started running for the old riding mower.

It had only taken Dad a few minutes to teach me how to use the old riding mower a couple weekends ago. It was a basic six speed, but you didn’t have to shift it through each gear. You just moved the lever to what gear you wanted and then let out the clutch. I learned quickly, much to Dad’s and Grandpa’s humor, that if you put it in sixth gear and drop the clutch pedal, the mover would lurch and do a wheelie. Sixth gear was the fastest the mower would go. It wasn’t fast at all, but it sure took off like a bat out of hell if you started in high gear.

I hopped in the seat, pushed the choke lever up to start, and turned the small key that Grandpa just left in the ignition. The little motor cranked a few times and then fired up. The motor hummed up to a high idle. I quickly lowered the choke lever and the idle came down to a more normal speed.

“Okay, this lever here is the one that chooses the gear it’s in. Six is the fastest, one is the slowest.” I moved the lever to four. “Last time I used fourth gear. Any faster and the blades don’t cut the grass. This pedal under my foot,” I wiggled my foot, showing her which one. “This is the clutch pedal. Now, the last thing you need to know is this lever here, on the dash. This engages the blades. Right now, the blades aren’t turning, when I move the lever down, the blades will start spinning, ready to start cutting the grass.”

I pulled the lever down and into position, firing up the blades. The motor bogged down for just a moment and then they whirled to life under the tractor.

“Oh!” Sara gasped and jumped back away from the mower.

I pushed the throttle back up from the idle and the mower got loud enough that it was hard to hear anyone around you.

“Get on the back!” I yelled over the noise and patted the seat as I scooted forward to give her some room.

“Okay!” Sara yelled back and hopped up on the seat.

Sara’s ass used up most of the seat, but with her legs spread out wide, there was just enough room for me to sit on the edge of the plastic seat. Sara instinctually wrapped her arms around my middle. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at her.

“Hold on, here we go!” I yelled and dropped the clutch as fast as I could.

The mower jumped forward, and Sara yelped at the sudden movement. Her arms squeezed me tighter, holding her chest flush against my back. I loved the feeling of her boobs on my back. I could almost feel her nipples, though I wasn’t sure if they were really what I was feeling, but I liked the idea of it. I just smiled and turned the mower so we could mow the grass along the path Dad, and I had laid out.

The ground along the path was rough and extremely uneven. What made it worse, or better, was that the mower didn’t have any real suspension, so you felt each and every bump on the ground. That kept Sara bouncing around behind me. I knew her nipples were hard after we made it down one side of the marked-out path. When we got to the end, Sara’s hands had traveled down lower, right over the top of my pubic bone. She wasn’t holding my dick, but that didn’t stop me from getting extremely aroused.

When we made it to the end, we switched places, me on the back of the seat, legs spread wide, and Sara nestled in tightly. My hard member initially was under her, but I yelped and quickly pulled back as she lifted up. When she sat back down, my cock rested between her butt cheeks and I wrapped my arms around her, just under her tits.

Sara laughed and had a blast driving. I think she also liked feeling me, or my cock, move up and down her crack as the mower bounced over and over. She was having so much fun, I didn’t want to make her switch positions and sit behind me on the final pass. Sara laughed as she turned the mower around for the third and final run and I grinned feeling my dick slide along her soft, warm skin.

When we were finishing the last pass, I was horny as hell. My hands drifted up to cup Sara’s tits and my fingers were playing and pulling on her nipples. I was sneaky about it, only doing it when Grandpa wasn’t paying attention. But the minute we finished; an old Chevy pickup pulled up with a flatbed trailer that had a white Bobcat tied down on it. Two people jumped out of the cab, and two more jumped out from the bed of the truck.

Grandpa walked over, welcoming them. They didn’t seem to mind Grandpa’s nudity and that made it a bit easier for both Sara and me, but not really. Grandpa had his plans out, placed them on the hood of the old truck, and started pointing to places on the map, and then pointing in the direction of whatever it was he was indicating. Which happened to be away from where Sara and I were. Grandpa gave us a subtle nod at the pickup. Sara didn’t understand what he was getting at, but I did.

“Sara, we need to go by the truck,” I said quietly.

“Why would we need to do that?”

“Because Grandpa wants us to. Come on.” I grabbed her hand and when Grandpa pointed to another section, also away from us, I hustled  Sara and myself over to the Ranger. When Grandpa saw we had moved, he rolled up the plans, handing them to one of the men that got out of the truck, and walked over to where the two of us were standing behind the bed of the Ranger, blocking our bodies from view.

“You ready to head back and get some lunch?” Grandpa asked.

“Sure, isn’t it early for lunch though?” Sara asked.

Grandpa showed her his watch, it was almost eleven o’clock.

“Oh, I had no idea it was almost lunch time.”

“It sure is, and your grandma will be mad at me if I don’t get you back on time.” Grandpa started walking towards his little Ranger. “Let’s go.”

Grandma had lunch ready when the three of us got there.

“Go wash up,” Grandma said when we stepped in the front door.

Sara and I headed up to the bathroom we were going to share for the next month. Grandpa went to the master bathroom. The four of us sat down to lunch, just sandwiches, and tortilla chips. When we finished Sara, Grandpa, and I put our dirty dishes in the sink. Sara and I were heading out the front door, ready to jump back into the bed of the Ranger when Grandpa told us to grab some clothes.

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