3 comments/ 20138 views/ 1 favorites And Then There Were Two By: RuReal He should have realised that there was something going on when he got home opened the door and did not hear his girlfriend with her familiar "hi hun". It should have peeked his curiosity when he walked upstairs and found her in their room in her jean skirt, and black blouse complete with stockings looking very yummy, but he did not ask. She spied him as he walked in the door. "Hi I did not hear you come in," she said in excited voice she walked towards him and wrapped her arms around him giving him a fiery kiss. "I have a surprise for you" she stated as she pulled him towards the bed he could see the smile on her face and there was something about the way she was looking at him that made his heart speed up. She paused and kissed him one more time then suddenly pushed him backward. He tried to catch himself, but he found that her hands where still on his chest pushing him he suddenly hit a chair and made an undignified "womf" noise as he was trying to speak... There was never normally a chair in their bedroom he thought to himself. He was about to protest at being pushed when she kissed him again for some reason he could not remember what he was about to complain about as she straddled his lap. She pulled back from her kiss and looked him in the eye. "Ok hun I am sure you can tell that I have something on my mind, but it is not quite what you think. I want you to be patient with me tonight and you will get your reward in the end." With that she got up out of his lap moved to the bed and sat down. "Can you take your cloths off for me hun and then sit back down in the chair?" He smiled at her stood up and peeled out of his tie, shirt, and slacks leaving him only in his boxers. Their eyes met and he smiled at her as he slowly started taking them off revealing his hard cock. Tossing his boxers aside he sat down in the chair as she asked. She smiled at him her eyes then moved down to his cock and he watched her lick her lips. She stood up from the bed and walked around behind him he felt her so close to him but not quite touching him. Then her hands reached around him and grasped his hands pulling them behind the chair. He felt the rope as she bound his hands together tightly almost too tight. He tried to look back at her and move his arms, but he realised that she must have looped the rope around the bottom rung of chair. She reappeared in front of him with two more pieces of rope. He smiled this would be the same rope he normally used to tie her up regularly. She knelt in front of him and proceeded to tie his legs to the legs of the chair. She worked efficiently tying his ankles first then just below his knees to the wooden chair leg. Once she was satisfied with the job she reached forward and cupped his cock lightly stroking it up and down. "I hope you are up to the task tonight love, because this is going to be a night you never forget." She stopped stroking his cock and he watched her raise her skirt up to her waist. She was wearing thigh high stockings and a red garter belt with a matching red lace thong. He could visibly see how wet she was with the underwear on she slowly worked her panties down her legs taking them off gracefully. He could clearly see the moisture emanating from her pussy she was extremely aroused and he could smell her scent in the air. She quickly stuffed her panties into his mouth his eyes widened in protest even as she reached down under the chair and produced a roll of packing tape she ripped off a section of the tape and placed it over is panty stuffed mouth. She smiled down at him licked her lips and said. "I need to keep you quite somehow hun now be a good boy and try to be quiet." She hiked up her skirt again and slowly started fingering her pussy his cock started twitching. She meticulously worked her finger around her clit then moved it up and down her pussy lips rubbing her finger across her clit she moved her finger back down and inserted it into her dripping pussy. The doorbell rang she let her skirt drop back into place and walked out of the room. He could hear her walking down the stairs. He heard the front door open and then close he heard his girlfriends voice while she was talking to someone. He could hear her move towards the living room then he started hearing the T.V. How long would he have to wait tied up like this, who was this guest and when were they leaving. He waited impatiently and the sexual ardour started to fade. He started working on the ropes thinking that maybe she had forgotten about him, but try as he might he found that he could not even get to the knots. He started hearing two people making their way up the stairs he could hear his girlfriends laugh. They where approaching the door he could tell by the sound of footsteps, but since he was facing the bed he could not see who might be approaching the door. There was silence it was almost something you could touch, he could no longer hear the footsteps it almost seemed like there was an absence of sound. He heard one set of footsteps approaching and he could smell his girlfriends perfume as she approached. He turned his head left to right trying to see her, but all he got for his reward was partial images of her. He felt her hands glide over his biceps gently gripping his shoulders she leaned close he could feel her breath against his ear and smell the wine she must have just drank. The sensation of her breathing on his ear made him shiver. Her hands reached up to keep his head still she kissed his neck slowly kissing her way down to his shoulder blades then with a sudden movement she bit down on his collar bone. His whole body shuddered and his erection returned there was a muffled noise behind his gag. She pulled away slowly admiring her handy work of her teeth marks on his skin the impression of each tooth clearly visible. As he is looking into his girlfriend's eyes he feels another pair of hands on his other shoulder slowly slide across to examine the marks. The hands feel small and delicate as they glide across his shoulder to examine the marks left behind by his girlfriend. He moves his head to the left catching blue green eyes, reddish brown hair, and the pixie shaped face of a woman he has never met before. "Andrew" his girlfriend crooned this is "Madison she and I are good friends at work, I am sure you have heard me talk about Madison before". He tore his gaze away from Madison to nod at his girlfriend. So this was Madison he had heard about her and the relationships she had been involved in how they had ended. She sounded like a nice person who just wound up in bad situations like so many other people. Hailey leaned forward and kissed the tape covering his mouth gently reaching her hand up she slowly strokes his jaw. Abruptly she grabbed the corner of the tape and ripped it off. Andrew's body shudders and Hailey slowly kisses her way up the right side of his face until she gets to his ear. She whispers "Your job for the first half of tonight is to simply sit watch and be quiet I will be rating you on how well you do what I have asked". Punctuating her point by biting down on his earlobe. She pokes a finger into his mouth and pulls out her sodden panties then drops them into his lap. Madison saunters toward the bed attracting both Andrew and Hailey's attention her hips swaying suggestively she turns to face them with a playful smile on her face. Her five foot four trim frame displaying her leather mini skirt and tight blouse to her audience's delight. Sensually she runs her hands up her sides slowly working them forward and over her alluring tits. She rubs her hands in small circles on her tits the circles tightening towards her nipples and then working her way back out to the edge of her breasts. She knows her audience can see her nipples clearly showing through her shirt as they start to harden. Running her tongue across her lips she starts rolling and pinching her nipples her body moving to the music that only she can hear, hips leisurely thrusting forward and back building the tension in the room. Hailey glides forward as if in a trance watching Madison build her inner fire she stops so close that Madison swaying causes them to touch. Andrew cannot help but compare the two Hailey with her voluptuous and suggestive five foot seven body to Madison's lithe almost athletic form. Both bodies seemed to compliment each other bringing your attention to differences between the two that make them equally attractive. Hailey reaches out and snags the hem of Madison's shirt and works it up her body and over her head exposing her heaving breasts. Hailey stops the shirt just over Madison's head trapping her arms inside the white garment. The two women start with gentle probing kisses at first just a light feather brush of lips. The kisses become firmer and more direct until Madison bites down lightly on the other Hailey's bottom lip. Hailey opens her mouth and runs her tongue gently over the other woman's lips until they part. Hailey taking advantage of the respite rides Madison body down onto the bed keeping the shirt firmly gripped in her hands limiting Madison's movement. Their tongues dart back and forth in an intimate dance forcing moans from each other. Madison wraps her legs around the other woman forcing Hailey's skirt up to her waist and starts grinding her naked cunt against the other woman's body. Madison groans as the other woman starts to kiss and bite her way around her tits touching everything but her nipples the occasional warm breath of air stimulating her nipples to get even harder and more pronounced. Madison stammers "god suck my nipples" but her please turn into a high-pitched gasp as Hailey bites down hard on her right nipple simultaneously thrusting her fingers up her throbbing hole. Madison's body seems to go into overdrive her hips churning violently grinding her cunt into Hailey's fingers hard her body starts to spasms and she cries out "oh god I'm cumming" As Madison's legs fall limp Hailey removes her fingers and slowly releases the other woman's abused nipple from her mouth revealing the deep teeth marks and finishes removing the shirt that had kept Madison's arms captive. Hailey looks over to her boyfriend and she can see that he almost seems to be gasping for breath his cock covered in precum straining for release. She blows him a seductive kiss and focuses her attention back to her new toy gazing down at the gasping woman and mark that she has left. Hailey leans forward and gently kisses the dazed woman's lips. She starts slowly kissing her way down the unresponsive woman's body until she gets to her dripping cunt. Slowly she licks around the other woman's pussy taking gentle nips at her lips slowly working her tongue around Madison's clit. She gently works her tongue down between Madison's lips and slowly circles her opening lapping up all of the girl cum that flowed out she darts her tongue in forcing Madison out of her daze. Madison reaches down and wraps grabs hold of Hailey's hair she uses this as leverage forcing the other woman's tongue up to her aching clit. Hailey starts focusing on Madison's clit working her tongue around the clit alternating between rapidly flicking and gently sucking. Hailey works a finger into her friends cunt stroking in and out matching the tempo of her tongue, and commences adding additional fingers until she has three fingers moving in and out of the other woman's dripping box. Hailey pauses her sucking long enough to look into Madison's lust filled eyes. "I am going to fist your cunt" utters Hailey and she proceeds to do just that working her whole hand into the other woman's cunt moving her fist rapidly and sucking hard on her clit. Madison's legs wrap themselves around Hailey's head and she emits a passionate scream as she starts into a series of spine bending orgasms her whole body quivering. Hailey rises up off Madison leaving the woman gasping and still moaning, she strolls over to her boyfriend slowly she leans over and kisses him passionately so that he can taste the other woman off his girlfriend's lips. His tongue darts outs licking around Hailey's mouth gathering the moisture present. She slowly reaches down and captures his straining cock in her hand slowly stroking it up and down and pulls away from the kiss. She starts to kneel in front of him. "I bet if I cut you loose you would service both of us dear, but I am not sure you deserve such a reward yet." Hailey cuts off her own sentence by taking her boyfriend's straining cock into her mouth slowly engulfing all of him. A coarse moan escapes Andrews's lips as his cock sinks deep into his girlfriend's throat. Slowly she works her way back up his cock until the head is just resting in her mouth her tongue swirling around the head making him strain at his bonds, then down her head rushes to take all of his cock in again. She repeats her process over and over nice and slow building him up occasionally one of her hands darts between her legs rubbing her aching pussy. Unnoticed by Hailey, Madison leaves the bad and moves up behind her she forces her friend's skirt down to her knees forcing her to shift her position so that the skirt can be removed entirely then she kneels behind her and starts working her fingers in and out of Hailey's cunt, but Hailey continues her game on Andrew's cock her brunette head bobbing up and down on his shaft. Madison removes her fingers from her friend's pussy and brings her left hand to bear on Hailey's clit rubbing firmly feeling the other woman push against her fingers in excitement. She takes her pussy soaked index finger from her right hand and starts making small circles around Hailey's ass slowly brushing her finger across her anus in a tickling gesture drawing a gasp from the voluptuous woman. Slowly but firmly she starts pressing against Hailey's anus working her finger in a centimetre at a time then pulling back out. Hailey can no longer concentrate enough to keep sucking on Andrews cock and lays her head in his lap with a glazed look on her face as her friend violates her virgin ass. Andrew looked down at his girlfriend and the strange look on her face her whole body seems to be shudder with whatever Madison is doing to her. Madison started to increase her pace on her friend's clit while she had her whole finger pumping in and out of her ass. "Fuck my ass hard," screamed Hailey just before she looses control and cums her whole body quakes so hard that she falls off Andrews lap in a heap on the floor. Slowly Madison removes her finger from her tightly gripping ass smiling up at her friend's boyfriend she reaches out and cups his balls hefting the weight. She starts to undo his bonds first starting with his legs then working her way up to untie his wrists from the chair. Hailey start to recover looks over and stammers. "What are you doing?" After freeing Andrew Madison grabs Hailey firmly by the hair dragging her towards the bed. She sits at the end of the bed and forces Hailey's face down into her damp pussy. Andrew crouches behind his girlfriend and works his cock into her dripping pussy forcing her head tighter into Madison's crotch. He reaches around and grabs firm hold of his girlfriend's breasts as he works his cock in and out of her go from slow to quick alternating his rhythm. There is no way he can keep this up for long after being tortured his pace becomes fast and his breathing ragged he is slamming into her now squeezing her breasts tightly. Hailey is groaning in the other woman's pussy as her boyfriend looses his hard fought battle and cums inside of his girlfriend. She can feel him pulse inside of her and tightens her grip around him. She bites down hard on Madison's clit making her explode in orgasm thrashing and flailing pulling her head tightly against her cunt. Both Madison and her boyfriend collapse spent she smiles down at both of them enjoying her first threesome. And Then There Were Two As always: Thanks to rf-fast for the editing work. Your insights are what prevents this story from being mindless drivel. Thanks! All characters involved in sexual acts are eighteen years of age or older. * And Then There Were Two: Spring Break With My Sister and Her Friends Spring break. Ten days of fun filled joy that every student can look forward to, whether or not they are heading somewhere fun. Cancun, Fort Lauderdale, and even Europe are all popular hot spots for Hilldale High's senior class. I wasn't going to any of those. For the students of a lessor financial capability, creativity to maximize enjoyment was the way to go. Hanging out with friends, going to the local arcade, finding someone with a swimming pool, or even spending ten days just sleeping in and being lazy were all possibilities. I wish I were any one of those fortunate individuals. Instead, I was going camping at Lake Mbes. You have to hand it to those early settlers of this region for their originality. The Potawatomi Indian word for lake was mbes. When the settlers arrived, they used that word to name the lake. So Lake Mbes literally translates to Lake Lake; innovative redundancy at its best. Sure, spending seven of those ten days camping at the lake sounds like fun, but I was going only because my Mom and Dad were making me. None of the five other teens taking the trip were my friends. My parents were forcing me to play babysitter to my fraternal twin sister, Isabella and her boyfriend, Jacob. Isabella and I aren't close and really are the worst twins ever. She's popular and I am not. She's a partier and I am studious. Her friends are cheerleaders and football players and I've got the chess club and debate team. We don't even have twin intuition. It's really all my genetics fault. Right before we were to start kindergarten, I was diagnosed with a heart defect and needed surgery. My sister dodged that bullet and started school normally while I had to wait a year. This resulted in all sorts of teasing from my peers. If I had a dollar for every time I heard that I must be stupid because my twin is in a higher grade than I am, I'd be a rich man. It didn't matter that I received higher marks in all my advanced placement subjects than she did her normal classes. But it killed my social life, while hers flourished. The grade gap cemented the strain on our relationship. We only talked when she wanted something from me; usually help with her homework. I was the odd man out based on social status and grade level as we headed out on the trip. As if Isabella and her football jock boyfriend weren't enough, I also had to deal with the schools ladies' man, Max and his airhead girlfriend of the week, Valerie. Then there was the basketball team's star center, Eric and his cheerleader girlfriend Angela. Lastly, there was the stuck up princess of Hilldale, Brooke, who also happened to be my sister's best friend. She is a girl whose icy stare can cause a man to cower in fear. A girl whose venomous words cause grown men to run away crying. This girl's sole existence on this planet is to cause humiliation for all mankind. Or maybe just me. My opinion is probably skewed based on how often I received her hard glare and sharp tongue in my own home. And they say these are the best days of our lives. Right. Did I mention that I didn't want to go on this trip? And so I became the personal group bitch for the excursion. I hitched the small trailer to our parents Ford Expedition. I dug through the garage to excavate the two family tents along with all our other camping gear. When we picked up someone, I was the one who made sure their belongings, along with a third tent that Eric supplied, were properly stowed. I was the driver on this wonderful voyage. And as luck would have it, I was stuck with Brooke in the front seat with me. She dominated the radio, the cars temperature settings, and even the GPS system because she wanted to see "what was in the area." Never mind that I actually needed it to get where we were going. And when I asked her to stop, her response to me was her icy glare. To top it off, when we had finally arrived at Lake Mbes campgrounds, everybody took off for the lake. Obviously, this left me with setting up the three tents we had. Yup, this trip was going to be more work than fun. I unhitched the trailer and began to put the tents together. Once I got them set up, I headed to the campsite office to purchase some firewood. When I got back, I threw everybody's bags in their respective tents. Not because I cared or because I was being nice, no, I just needed to unbury the gas grill we brought. After doing all the work and all the driving, I was hungry. I opened one of the packages of hot dogs we were going to have for dinner and began preparing my gourmet meal. No way was I cooking for everyone. I was munching on chips when a hot brunette in a yellow bikini came rollerblading on the path directly in my line of sight. I smiled and she returned it as she passed. Maybe this trip could be fun. No one knows me here. None of these strangers will call me 'Heartache.' Yeah, that's been my nickname since day one of elementary school. Always good to know your very own life threatening disease can be the target of ridicule. I might have a chance to meet a girl. I turned the hot dogs over one last time and decided they were done. I fixed my plate, two dogs and a pile of chips, and started walking over to the picnic table. I didn't make it. The group had come back from the lake and Eric intercepted me. "Thanks Heartache," Eric chuckled as he took my plate. "I didn't realize how hungry I can get from just relaxing in the sun." He should see how hungry you get from doing all the work, but I just looked up at him. He was 6'11" and I was 5'10". He was muscular and I once had to read a muscle magazine for health class. I just turned and headed back to the grill only to find the other ten hot dogs already gone. I guess I was cooking for everyone. Once I made my plate again, I went to the edge of the lot and made myself comfortable on one of the benches surrounding the fire pit. No way was I sitting at the picnic table. I doubt anyone would have slid over for me anyways. Dusk was falling across the sky and I figured now would be a good time to start the fire. A couple logs, my used paper plate for kindling, a lighter and I had the fire going quickly. The heat masked the temperature that was slowly dropping. I always loved the sight and sounds of a campfire. The dancing flames, the crackling of the wood, the smoky smell; it somehow always brought a calmness to me. It was the perfect way to relax. If only I had brought marshmallows. No, they would probably eat all of them as well. My relaxing, however, only lasted ten minutes as the seven others joined me. I stayed, but remained silent in hopes of being ignored. I did not want to leave the comforts of warmth. I ended up sharing my bench with Valerie and Max. I was grateful it was Max sitting next to me. If it were Eric, my ass would be half on the bench and half in the air. My staying in the shadows, so to speak, worked and it was a surprisingly nice evening. It started out with playful banter, teasing and friendly conversation I am normally not privy to. The chatting became more personal and secrets flew with each empty can of beer. I stayed with water just so I wouldn't open up about how I really felt about my comrades. I'm sure my comments would have made the week that much more enjoyable for me. It was apparent the girls were getting antsy. Angela was first and she tried to nonchalantly sneak away with Eric to one of the tents, as if any 6'11" man can sneak off anywhere unnoticed. The six of us stayed. We followed the conversation up with a round of ghost stories, each of us taking a turn. I was quite proud of myself for one, not backing down and two, having one of the better stories that were told. I'm sure it had something to do with me being sober. After their respective turns, Isabella and Jacob were locked in a heated debate. They couldn't decide which of their tongues wanted to be in whose mouth the most. I did my best to ignore them. My sister being tongue molested was not a lasting image I wanted engraved in my memory. It didn't take long before they finally said goodnight and made their way to the second tent, leaving four of us. I was beginning to feel I was in Agatha Christie's novel, 'And Then There Were None,' except people were leaving in pairs to have sex and not being murdered. I also knew I'd be the last one remaining. Valerie and Max kept up conversation with Brooke, though their hands were saying what was really on their minds. Max had his hand wrapped around her and was lightly caressing her tit while Valerie's hand was rubbing the bulge in his pants, and it wasn't subtle. "Just go ahead," Brooke shook her head. "It's quite obvious where you two want to be." Valerie smiled and blushed, "Thanks." She stood and nearly dragged Max to the third and final tent, leaving me alone with Brooke. We each just stared at the fire, the crackling of the wood being drowned out by the grunts and groans behind us. I knew this would happen. I just knew I wasn't going to be sleeping in a tent this week and I prepared accordingly. I went to the trailer to collect my things. I threw on a sweatshirt to add a second layer of clothing and then grabbed my sleeping bag and laid it out near the fire. "What are you doing?" I heard Brooke mumble. It was said so low, I wasn't sure she meant to say it aloud. "Preparing for bed," I threw a couple more logs of wood on the fire. "I was supposed to share the tent with my sister and Jacob but I also knew that wasn't going to happen. Watching them make out was bad enough." I chuckled as I turned and noticed Brooke's body had a shiver to it. She was only in a pair of jean cut off shorts and a white t-shirt that was so thin that I could see her red bikini underneath. "Yeah, I'm not sure how long I'll be waiting for Valerie and Max." I could hear the slight chattering of her teeth. "If you're cold, you can warm up in my extra-large sleeping bag. It's thermal insulated and still close to the fire." "With you?" As if it wasn't apparent by her voice alone, her eyes showed her disdain for that idea as well. "No, not with me," I laughed. "I told you I was prepared already. I'll be fine." Brooke didn't move and I shrugged my shoulders before heading back to the trailer. On my way back, she had finally gave in to her cold body and she was snuggling into my sleeping bag. I set a sweatshirt on top of her and then went to set up the contents of the box I was carrying. "What's that?" Brooke asked with more curiosity than I thought she would have at something I was doing. "That would be a sweatshirt," I answered sarcastically. "It will help keep you warm." "Thanks," Brooke giggled. "But I meant the thing you're setting up." "I know what you meant, I was just teasing." I glanced back at her and I must say she looked pretty sexy slipping into my sweatshirt. "It's a telescope. There's too much light pollution in the city to get good use out of it, though I still try. But it's perfect for places like this." Brooke looked up to see the clear night sky. "Makes sense." I had set up the tripod, but decided against its use. I lay down next to Brooke and adjusted the knobs to get clarity. I scanned the sky briefly before the scope landed on the constellation Orion. "Would you care to look?" Brooke stared at me quizzically, "Really?" I kept the tube of the telescope aimed where I wanted it and put the eyepiece near her. She rolled her eyes but obliged my whim. "Wow it's beautiful," she was sincerely astonished. "Where do all the colors come from?" "What you're looking at is the Orion Nebula. It's an interstellar cloud of various gases. It's named Orion after a great hunter from Greek mythology." I gave her a minute and then angled the telescope again. "Is that the moon?" "Yup." I looked at Brooke and the fascination on her face was enchanting. "Right now you're looking at the Sea of Serenity." I moved the tube down and to the right, "And this is the Sea of Tranquility." I then moved it down and to the left. "This is Tycho, one of the moons many craters. They are formed when a meteor impacts the surface. Kind of like if you punched a piece of dry wall." Brooke chuckled at that, "I don't think I could make a hole that big." "Well I don't know? I've seen you get pretty mad before," I teased. Brooke playfully punched my arm. "See, now I have to check for a crater," I pulled up the sleeve of my sweatshirt, doing a quick inspection of her impact. "Ha, ha," Brooke smiled. "And this is Venus." I angled the tube to the planet. "It's so bright," Brooke yawned. "Because she was the Goddess of Love and Beauty," I expounded. "Someone so exquisite that all the Gods wanted her for their own." "So who did she choose?" Brooke tilted her head so she could look at me. "Vulcan." "I bet he was one stud of a god to land her," Brooke mused. "Sorry to disappoint the fantasy, but he was considered the ugliest god in the heavens, complete with a limp. He wasn't even in charge of something great like the sea or wisdom. He was an all-around good guy and a simple blacksmith. Or a common factory worker if we were comparing him to today's standards." Brooke's eyelids were struggling to stay open. "I wonder why she picked him." "Not sure," I whispered as I brushed a stray tendril of hair from Brooke's face, her eyes finally given up the fight. I carefully moved the telescope from next to her and put it away. I went to the trailer and fished out one more sweatshirt and a flannel. I lay back down near the fire, using the sweatshirt as a pillow and the flannel as my blanket. The next morning, I woke up to the sound of a screaming child from a nearby campsite. As I opened my eyes, I realized I was alone. They had taken off in the SUV somewhere, which means I was on my own for breakfast. I grabbed some clothes and headed to the showers. I had dirt in places I didn't even know I had. My time with Brooke was worth it, however, and I would sleep on the ground again if I would get that opportunity once more. She was actually nice when she wasn't around her friends. Whom am I kidding? Last night was only because of circumstance. She was cold and I happened to be there with a sleeping bag. She'll certainly make sure not to repeat that problem by changing her clothes first. The day went slow for me and as the hours passed, I was getting livid. All there was to eat was vending machine junk food and after two courses of it, I was ready for something more substantial. I was being driven mad by the barbequing that was happening all around me. I decided to take a walk around just so I wouldn't go stir crazy. I was almost back to the site when the woman in the yellow bikini rollerbladed toward me. She was wearing jean shorts and a light blue top today. I got the sense she was slowing up, whether it be for me or the fact she was coming up the incline I was heading down it didn't matter. "Hello," I smiled. The woman came to a stop, "Hi. How's it going?" "Not bad, just out for a walk enjoying the wonderful scenery," I looked directly in her eyes to make the point that I was referring to her. "You're really good on those blades. I saw the speed you made that hairpin turn by my campsite. Impressive. By the way, I'm Ian." "Leslie," She smiled. "And yeah, I've been on skates since I was kid." "I wish I had my pair with me, but I doubt I'd be able to keep up with you. Perhaps you'd consider walking with me one day?" "You know, I'm just up this hill. Let me switch to my shoes and we'll go right now." We both went in that direction, but with Leslie being on her blades she easily beat me there and was coming back down before I could reach it. "That was fast." "Just means you were slow," Leslie rebutted. "Show off." "Slow poke." And that is how our relationship began. We went the entire lap around the campgrounds and our conversation went from mirthful teasing that was delightful and pleasant to a serious political debate. We talked about our hobbies and mutual interests we shared. I also found out Leslie was twenty, a sophomore in college two states away, and was here with her parents. We were getting to the subject of me as darkness began to fall. We were also coming near my campsite and I noticed the SUV just arrived as the seven of them were piling out. I was hoping that they wouldn't notice me, but all it took was one. Jacob nudged my sister and pointed at me and that got everybody's attention. Max let out a wolf whistle and Valerie slapped his arm to show her displeasure. "Hey Heartache, why don't you introduce us to your peach?" Jacob called out. Leslie glanced at me for my reaction. "I'm not friends with any of those immature idiots. I'm only here because my parents felt my sister needed a babysitter." Leslie smiled, "So you're wasting your spring break to be a good older brother?" "I suppose that's what it looks like, but she's old enough to make her own horrible decisions in life. Not that she'd listen to me anyway. Truth is, I'm here so I wouldn't have to spend my vacation listening to my parents making me feel bad about," and my voice raised an octave or two as I tried to impersonate my Mother, "how their innocent daughter is all alone with her wolf of a boyfriend in the woods. If only they really knew all she has done in her life." "So she's not innocent, how about you?" Leslie entwined her arm in mine for all to see. I thought for a moment. I imagine most guys would lie, trying to give a cool comeback to ensnare the girl; but that just wasn't me. "When it comes to purity, I'm as clean as a preachers sheets," I replied honestly. Leslie stopped so I did as well. I turned my head to her, "Sorry. I don't like..." Leslie kissed me. Not a peck either; an open-mouthed full of tongue kiss in front of everyone. It surprised me, which caused my momentary delay in reciprocating but I soon kissed her back. I wasn't even sure I was doing it right. But all the same, when we pulled apart Leslie was smiling. Just another experience I will keep with me regardless of how much hell I'm going to get from the seven spectators. "It's nice to meet a guy that isn't completely full of shit." Leslie then took hold of my hand and we strolled along the path. I gave her my story as we continued. I told her everything and she was stunned I was still in high school and even more shocked when I told her how my sister and I were both eighteen but I was only a junior and she was a senior. I was surprised by her response as well. "You don't act that way. I thought for sure you were already in college." Leslie seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before continuing, "At least we can share this week together. But if you meet my parents, don't tell them you're in high school. They'll think I was robbing the cradle or something." "Deal," I smiled. We stopped just out of view of her parents and kissed again. It wasn't like before. It was more tender and, as she pulled back, she put her hand to her lips, "Damn, I wish you lived closer." "It's only two states," I smirked. "I know, I know," Leslie shook her head. "I'll see you tomorrow." As she disappeared, my stomach growled something loud enough for a vulture to start circling above me. I was beyond famished. I was on a mission as I headed back to the campsite. They were all laughing and having a grand time around the picnic table. I went straight to Isabella and held out my hand. "The keys," I demanded. "Just because you kissed a girl doesn't mean you can talk to me that way," Isabella retorted. And Then There Were Two "She was probably a hooker," Jacob chimed in, causing laughter for everyone but me. "I bet his heart would have exploded if it lasted any longer," Max piled on. I ignored them. "So tell me dear sister, what did you have for breakfast?" Isabella looked confused at the topic change, "We ate at Archie's, the little diner we passed on the way in." "Oh? How but lunch and dinner?" My eyes narrowed. "Why do you care, Heartache?" Isabella defiantly questioned. Yeah, my sister was no different from anyone else in using that name against me. "The point is all I've had to eat was crap from the vending machine and I'm starving." "We were having a good time until you showed up," Angela butted in. "Why don't you get lost," Jacob stood up and balled his fists. "Just give me the keys Isabella." It came out like a plea. In fact, it was. I really didn't feel like being pounded by the three morons. As she dug in her purse, I glanced over the table. All had looks of death for me because of my intrusion on their fun. All but Brooke. I couldn't really tell what she was thinking, but her expression was different. I felt the keys being jammed in my palm and I was certain it left a temporary indentation. "It's not going to do you any good," Isabella arrogantly retaliated. "All the restaurants are closed by now." I stormed to the SUV and took off. When I reached the small town, the place was a tomb. Isabella was right which bugged me even more. I found a gas station and bought the last pre-wrapped turkey and cheese sub they had. There was some mold on the bread and the cheese tasted sour but I was beyond caring. It was food and my body said it tasted of divinity. I bought a can opener and stocked up on canned goods, fruit cups, granola bars, and oatmeal. It might not be meat and potatoes but it will sure beat candy bars and gummy snacks. I also bought graham crackers, marshmallows and a large chocolate bar. Despite the junk food I had, s'mores around a campfire seemed too good to pass up. When I arrived back, I could see no pretense in the three couples as they were mauling at each other while on their way to the tents, leaving Brooke and I alone yet again. I put all the bags but one in the trailer and went to work building a fire. "Sorry," Brooke's voice came from directly behind me and I jerked my head around. I was surprised to see she sat herself on the bench nearest me. "We shouldn't have left you or at the very least brought you something back." "I'm used to it." I lit several pieces of paper and spread them around. The sad part about it is I really was used to it. Isabella never considered me, but as soon as she wanted something she'd come running. If I said no, she'd go to Mom and Dad and then they'd make me do it. Hell, that's how I ended up here. I sat down on the bench with Brooke, more out of convenience than wanting to sit with her, but I did make sure there was a space between us. I was still convinced last night was a fluke. "Didn't learn from yesterday I see," I commented at seeing her shaking. "Yeah, I forgot to grab my bag before they went in there." "It's all right," I stood. "We'll just do what we did last night." I unpacked everything we used the day before but instead of lying down, we sat by the fire. I grabbed two sticks that were near my feet and handed one to her. "What's this for?" Brooke asked. I answered her by pulling out the s'mores items. A quick rip of the bag and I handed her a marshmallow. "I can't believe you bought this stuff," Brooke chuckled. "I haven't had one of these in years." "Me either, but it sounded good." We each roasted a marshmallow. I pulled mine out of the fire and made my s'more. As she withdrew hers, it melted and fell into the fire causing her to let out a playful pout. "Here, have mine," I snickered. "Really? Thanks." "It's not like there isn't more." I then teased, "Or at least there will be if I don't let you drop everything into the fire." "Hey!" Brooke mused defensively. We sat around the fire and had another enjoyable conversation. We talked about her living at home and going to nearby State University in the fall and what I expected from my senior year of High School. Soon Brooke yawned and stated she was heading for bed. She slid down and got comfortable in my sleeping bag. I glanced over my shoulder at the tents and I was positive that all three couples were finished with their activities but I didn't say anything. I threw another log on the fire and curled up with my flannel next to my sleeping bag. My last thoughts were of Brooke. Were we friends now? Was she trying to be more than friends? In all likeliness, she felt left out and she gravitated to me just to have someone in which to converse. I awoke to someone's lips attached to mine. It was startling and unexpected and I squinted my eyes to find it was Leslie. I put my arms around her, rolled her over, and kissed her back. When we pulled apart, all I saw was her brown eyes and ear-to-ear smile. "And here I thought I was waking you up. That was better than coffee," Leslie chuckled. "I hope I didn't get you in trouble with your girlfriend." My face scrunched as I thought for a moment before it dawned on me that Brooke must still be next to me. I looked over and her face was in awe at what happened. At my glance, her head was on a swivel to check the tents only to notice that Leslie's commotion not only woke everyone up, but they were filtering out. "Ew! He is not my boyfriend." Brooke's reply was quick and loud enough for all to hear. It also answered my last thoughts from last night. "Goodie, more for me," Leslie looked right at her. "I think I'll have a second cup." She kissed me again. "Damn Heartache, you don't waste time," Eric laughed. "Heartache?" Leslie glanced up at Eric. "More like Heartthrob." "Really?" Angela scoffed. "That guy?" "Hey Sweet Cheeks, just let good ole Max know when you want a real man." Max's cockiness was yet again off the charts. Valerie smacked Max, "Do you have to do that in front of me?" "A real man doesn't hit on a girl when he already has one, whether she's around or not." Leslie announced. "Forget it Leslie. We're burning daylight," I interrupted. "I'm sure you didn't come over for this." I stood and offered my hand to help her to her feet. "You're right," Leslie laughed as she put her palm in mine, allowing me to pull her up. "But can I ask why you're sleeping on the ground?" "It's bad enough I have to hear my sister getting fucked every night, I don't want to see it too. And Brooke here is kind of in the same boat so I gave up my sleeping bag to her so she wouldn't be on the ground." Leslie stared right at Max, "See, a real man." She then looked back at me, "Maybe we can share my tent? My sleeping bag too?" She finished by kissing me again. "You do know he's in high school, right?" Isabella stared right at me as she said it, a smug little smile pursing her lips. "Eleventh grade to be exact," Jacob added. "Boys," Leslie defended, "I know it's hard for you to comprehend because you don't see a real man in high school too often, but Ian has already told me that. He's already told me everything. He didn't try to lie, fabricate the truth, or leave anything out to try to get in my pants. He was honest with me. And girls," she looked toward the other four, "that's what you want. A good man who'll be honest and loyal." "You want to go to the beach?" I finalized the conversation. Leslie put her hand in mine, "I'd be delighted." It was so early; we were the first ones at the lake. We found a secluded spot and as soon as we sat down, Leslie was all over me. She kissed me with fervor and her hands were massaging the bulge in my pants. I took that as my cue. I moved one hand to her breasts and one between her legs. Leslie snickered, "You really are inexperienced. Let me show you how to get a woman going." She removed her clothes and then guided my hands to her breasts. She moved them gently over her orbs until I did it myself. "First rule, whether it be oral, foreplay, or sex, explore your lover's body. Feel every inch of them and watch for their reactions because not everyone likes the same thing. That'll tell you what she... Ooh." My fingers had glided to the underside of her breasts. "That was good. Most men go straight for the nipple, which is nice too, but then they ignore the rest of the... Ah." She sighed when I flicked my tongue against her nipple. My hands slid down her body. "Now the key to a woman's pussy is anticipation. Start with her thighs and move all around. Keep her body guessing with where you're going to touch." Apparently, I follow instructions very well. My hands never stayed still. I randomly placed feathery touches and rubs to explore her body but I also used light kisses to caress her skin as well. There wasn't any part of her flesh I did not explore. She loved me nuzzling and pecking at her neck. Leslie was panting and I saw a primitive gleam in her eyes. She pushed me down and nearly ripped off my pants. "At this point, we would probably do oral, but I can't wait. I need to be fucked." Leslie held my manhood in her palm while she positioned herself above me. "There are three ways to get a woman to orgasm: vaginal depth, clitoris stimulation, and the g-spot. Just watch and listen to whomever you're with. Now let's see what we can do." Leslie's smile was carnal as her body began to lower. My tip was at her entrance when the song 'I Gotta Feeling' by The Black Eyed Peas began to play out of nowhere. I was confused. "Damn it, not now." Leslie's expression of feral lust turned instantly to incredibly annoyed as she crawled over to her pants and pulled out her phone. "Hello." I took a breath to calm down. Hell, I was about ready to cum just from anticipation. I then rolled over and saw her ass and pussy staring back at me. Maybe now was a good time for my first oral experience? I pushed my tongue as deep as it could go and Leslie yelped in surprise. As for my hands, I explored, rubbing her thighs and her mons. I took it as a good sign Leslie had a hard time talking. I then incorporated my fingers. She really liked when I played with her clit. She tried to swat me away several times but I was unrelenting. I tried different angles and depths and listened to her breathing. The harder it was for her, the more I concentrated on that area. "No, I'm... I'm okay Mom. I'll be... I'll be right... right there." Leslie twisted her body around to face me as she hung up the phone. "That was my Mother you naughty boy," she snickered. I shrugged my shoulders, "Sorry." "Uh huh," Leslie wagged her finger at me. "Actually, I am sorry. I have to go. My grandma's in the hospital." "Oh, will she be all right?" "Yeah, but I need to go help pack. We're leaving first thing." "I'll help." "No, that's okay," Leslie shook her head. "Then I'd have to explain who you are." She stood and got dressed. "Just promise me you won't change. You'll make a woman very proud someday. I only wish I lived closer so it could be me." She kneeled down and kissed me one final time. "See ya." I watched her go. "Not likely," I mumbled as I reached for my pants. The rest of the day went like yesterday, only this time I had food. Canned soup but food nonetheless. I also had to make a couple trips to the bathroom to jerk off to the memory of Leslie's nude body and what could have been. Oh well. You live, you learn, and sometimes the phone rings. I was playing solitaire when the SUV pulled in. As soon as the driver side door opened, Isabella exclaimed, "Mmm, that was a really good burger!" She then laughed, "So where's your slut?" I ignored the insult. "There was a family emergency and she had to leave." "Well, you still have your right hand," Jacob sat down and stole the deck of cards from me. "So who's in the mood to gamble?" They decided to play strip poker and I decided to tend to the campfire. I had no desire to see three guys and my sister strip. I might even get a sexually transmitted disease just by looking at Valerie naked. Once I got the fire going, I grabbed my telescope and stargazed. "See anything interesting tonight?" I looked up to see Brooke. "Always." I glanced around to find the other six had gone inside the tents. "That was a quick game." "Yeah, it got cold kind of quick when you took off your shirt," Brooke brushed a lock hair behind her ear. "I got this for you." She looked away as she handed me a carry out bag from Archie's Diner. I opened the styrofoam container to see a cheeseburger and some fries. "I'm sure they teased you mercilessly for this." I took a bite of the sandwich. It was cold but I didn't care. My stomach was not complaining. "I told them I was really hungry. They teased me for that and then for not finishing." "Well thank you." I genuinely responded. "I really do appreciate it." Brooke just stood there nervously rubbing her hands together as I took another bite. "While you're eating, would you mind if I look?" "I apologize," I scooted over. "My brain was distracted by food. Absolutely you can have a look." Brooke giddily sat down next to me. When I finished the cold meal, I noticed Brooke's body was burrowed into my side. I tentatively put my arm around her and when no complaint ensued, I tightened it. I would have sworn I heard her purr a contented little mewl. I sat there watching her watch the heavens. "I found it!" A jolt ran through Brooke's body and her head swiveled toward me, a beaming smile plastered on her face. "Found what?" I sat in amusement. "I don't know what you called it," Brooke put up a playful defense. "The one that wasn't Venus or the moon." "The nebula?" "That's it. I wanted to see it again," Brooke smiled. I don't know what made me do it. Maybe it was how the moonlight was shining on her face or maybe it was her fascination into one of my hobbies or maybe it was the cumulative effect of the past three nights spent together. I don't know why but at that moment, I leaned in and kissed Brooke. And she didn't pull back. It took a few seconds but she even pushed into me. I then felt her hesitation before she made up her mind to part her lips. I was in. I used my tongue how Leslie showed me and Brooke's responsiveness was unreal. She was groaning into my mouth. I let my hands begin a soft trace of her body. When they passed the outside curve of her breasts, just scraping their sides, our kiss broke and she moaned aloud. Brooke pushed me away with glassy eyes, "We need to stop." She glanced over to the tents. No means no. Okay, in this instance, stop means no. I merely nodded to let her know I understood. Brooke crawled down to my sleeping bag and curled up. I lay next to her on my customary spot, the ground. Her eyes were sparkling and she had a smile that wouldn't quit. "Goodnight Ian." "Sleep well Brooke." I didn't go to sleep easily. I felt her gaze on me the entire time. I would have mentioned it but I didn't catch her. Every time I opened my eyes, hers were closed, but she couldn't relinquish her smile. Finally, I succumbed to slumber. I woke up alone. I was hoping to talk to Brooke to make sure she was okay and maybe try to bribe her to not to tell the others what I did. If not, I'm sure I'd get my ass kicked later. But alas, the SUV was once again already gone and there wasn't a soul in sight. I wonder where they keep going? Doesn't it defeat the purpose of camping if you don't actually camp? Oh well. I lit the grill and boiled some water. As I was stirring the oatmeal in, my ears perked up as I heard rustling in one of the tents. I smiled at the thought of a raccoon tearing through any one of those imbeciles clothing. Then the zipper moved a little. Someone was in there. One of my sister's friends? Not likely. Burglar? Who would rob a campsite while someone is sleeping there? The whole tent shook as the person inside violently yanked at the stuck zipper. I rolled my eyes and had gotten up to help or punch whoever when the zipper pulled up and the tent flap opened to reveal Brooke. She was wearing a tight yellow tank top, jean shorts, and a pair of heeled sandals. She had done her makeup and to complete her ensemble she had an excited smile. "Ian!" Brooke came over in a hurry and gave me a quick hug. "Hey Brooke. What's going on? Is it just you here?" I was waiting for the punch line or a line of punches. Neither would surprise me. "Yeah, just me," Brooke replied demurely. "I thought you might enjoy some company today." The look of shock must have shown on my face. "But if you don't want to..." "No," I declared. I then added more enthusiastically, "I look forward to it. Any ideas on what you want to do?" "Not really," Brooke shrugged her shoulders. "I've never been camping before." "So what have you guys been doing the past few days?" "Going shopping, hanging out at the public beach that's a couple miles up the road and the boys hit the arcade." "Wow, really? You can do all that stuff at home." She just shrugged her shoulders again. "If you're willing, I'm going to give you the full camping experience." I said confidently. Brooke's smile was enough of an answer but she still replied, "Okay then. I'll leave it to you." I mixed another bowl of oatmeal before we made our way to the little shack on the beach, which was a canoe rental place that shuttled you down the tributary river. After a quick trek through some back roads in a truck that badly needed shocks, the guide strapped us into our life preservers and I had Brooke get in. She appeared scared. She kept checking the harnesses to ensure they were secure. "Don't worry. You look sensational in a life preserver too." Brooke gave me an anxious smile. "It's not that. It's just..." she tailed off. I waded a couple steps into the water and held her hand. "What's the problem?" "Promise not to laugh?" How she said it made me think someone had done just that sometime in her past. "Of course." "I can't swim." Brooke lowered her head in shame, waiting for my hysterics. "Why would I laugh at that?" Brooke looked up at me glassy eyed. "I promise I will not let anything happen to you while we're on the water. Ready?" Brooke gave a nervous smile and a slight nod. I went to the rear of the canoe, pushed it fully in the water and hopped in. We each had an oar, but she rarely used hers. Every time she went to dip it in, she stopped and pointed out a bird in the tree line or a deer that came close to the water. She was mesmerized by the nature we never see in the big city. Brooke turned to face me. "This is beautiful." I stared into her soft blue eyes. "Yes you are." She blushed. "We're about half way there. Want to take a break?" "Sure." I guided us to the bank. I took off my vest and then undid hers. We were in close proximity and I couldn't help myself. I leaned in and kissed her. There was no tentativeness. There was no hesitation. Brooke kissed me back. Our tongues dueled and I wrapped my arms around her lithe body and pulled her closer. Brooke pulled away, breathing heavily. "I've been wanting to do that since last night." Her head turned from side to side, "I wish there weren't so many people on the river." I rubbed my finger to her cheek, "It's spring break, let's relax." I grabbed a couple of sodas from the small cooler I had brought along and found a spot on the embankment. As I made myself comfortable, so did Brooke snuggling next to me. Our feet were brushing against each other in the water. We silently sat, relishing in each other's company and watching the ducks and passing canoes on the river. "I have really enjoyed our time together the past few days." "Me too," Brooke bumped her shoulder into mine. "I'm sorry for how mean I've been to you in the past. Just so you know I didn't like myself when I did it." And Then There Were Two "Then why do it?" I asked and there was a long pause. "Expectations." The word hung in the air for a minute. "I'm glad you don't hold a grudge because I've really liked spending time with you. You're different from any other guy I've been with." "We're here now," I bumped my shoulder into her this time. "How we got here is of no consequence." "So that's what that girl meant by a real man." Brooke said it more to herself than to me. I chose to change the subject, "I could teach you if you want." "What?" "Swimming." I splashed some water on her legs. "No, no. I'm good. My parents are already going to freak when I tell them I went canoeing." The rest of the day was like a dream. Brooke shattered every preconceived notion I had of her. She was fun, kind, and at times, vulnerable. After canoeing, we hung out at the lake. It was pleasant despite being surrounded by a slew of little kids. I even got her to go into the water, but we stopped when she was waist deep. I got the sense that I accomplished some sort of major achievement just by getting her to put one foot in the lake, let alone going in that far. She soon relaxed and we had fun. Brooke really had some sort of phobia of water. Afterwards, we sat at the picnic table with the twilight above us, the campfire behind us, just holding hands and having a delightful conversation. Today was definitely climbing the 'greatest day of my life' list. Then the SUV pulled in. At that moment, I never saw anyone move faster than Brooke. She pulled her hands away, splashed water on her face, used a paper towel to dry it, effectively removing the remnants of her makeup, and stood up as if she were in pain. "Are you all right?" I reached out for her as I stood. I was seriously worried about the dramatic changes in Brooke's demeanor, as she now appeared the slightest breeze would knock her over. "I got it Brooke," my sister came running. Isabella looked at me when she handed over a little plastic bag to her friend. "You better have been nice to her or I'll..." Brooke cut her off, "He was." "Good." I was confused as everybody encircled the fire, even Brooke. I saw her swallow a pill followed by a drink of water. I made my way over to sit next to her but the space was quickly taken by Max and Valerie. I looked around and the other two benches didn't have any availability for me either. Eric and Angela were sprawled out on one and when Jacob saw me looking, he did the same with Isabella. "Sorry. No room for little boys," Jacob chuckled. "Just us real men." I didn't care about him. I glanced toward Brooke. We made eye contact for the briefest of moments before she diverted her eyes to the ground. I suppose I really wasn't wanted. I turned back toward the picnic table with nary a word spoken. I'm not sure why but I sat watching the seven of them intently. My gaze often landed on Brooke. She was an enigma. She liked me earlier and now I'm not necessary. When the first couple, Max and Valerie, headed for their tent, I contemplated taking their vacated space but didn't. I would've been sitting next to Brooke, but not knowing what my status was with her, I sat frozen in the warm humidity this night was offering. Eric and Angela were next to leave followed shortly thereafter by my sister and Jacob. I started to prepare everything needed for bed. I overheard Isabella offer Brooke a night's peace inside the tent and her and Jacob would "cool it for the night", much to the chagrin of Jacob. Brooke declined. She didn't want to disrupt anybody else's pleasure. As soon as the zipper closed the tent, Brooke had a proud expression on her face. "I can't believe they fell for it." I could hear the giddiness in her voice. "And what's that?" I was annoyed but was prepared to listen. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. "I told them this morning I was cramping and I didn't feel like going anywhere. All so I could spend the day with you. It was worth it." "Oh I see," I stated coldly. Brooke either wanted me secretly or once again just wanted someone to hang out with because she was the only non-couple in their group. "Are you sleeping out here tonight?" "Of course," the giddiness was gone from her voice as she stared bewildered at me due to my indifferent attitude. "Goodnight," I offered as mundanely as possible as I lay down on the ground, my back to her. I heard Brooke slip into the sleeping bag. "What's wrong with you tonight? Don't you understand? This means we can spend all day tomorrow together as well." "Whoop de do," I held up my index finger and spun it in a circle. "Hooray for me," I added sarcastically. "Fine," Brooke countered harshly. "I'll go with them and leave you alone." There was the Brooke I knew. I didn't even respond to her little tirade. I woke up alone. I half expected Brooke to come from one of the tents as I ate my oatmeal but she wasn't here. I know, I checked. I don't know why but the solitude was getting to me today. I had to get out of here before I went stark raving mad. I decided hiking one of the forest trails was what I needed. I love the serenity of nature. The birds chirping. The deer grazing. The skunk about to spray me with his odious scent. "Oh Shit," I exclaimed as I dove to the side and into a thorn bush. "Fuck." At least I avoided the skunk's strike. I picked myself up and quickly scampered for safety before the little devil could re-aim. That was close. The thorns made me look as if I visited an acupuncturist but at least I didn't smell. Nightfall was rapidly approaching so I decided to head back lest I be lost in the woods for all time. I made it back late. As I walked into the campsite, I saw Max and Valerie entering their tent and heard moans and grunts coming from the other two. I saw Brooke with her back to me at the picnic table. As soon as she heard the zipper, signifying she was alone, her head fell to the table. Her shoulders were shuddering and I could tell she was doing her best to not let her sobs be heard. I put my hand to her back, "What's wrong Brooke?" At contact, she nearly head-butted my chest with how fast her head jerked upward. "You're here," Brooke wiped her eyes. "I wasn't sure you were coming back. I thought maybe you found a motel or something." "No, too many bed bugs. I'd rather sleep on the ground," I sat next to her. "Why are you crying? Do I have to beat someone's ass?" "I'm crying cause of you," Brooke pushed me away. "I figured as much," I shook my head. "Sorry about last night. I should have explained myself instead of being sarcastic. You just made me so mad." "Me?" Brooke gestured to herself. "What did I do? I made it so we could spend the rest of the week together and you acted like you didn't want to be near me." "I acted how I did because you acted that way to me. We had a great day and then when they came back, I became the scum of this world to you. I couldn't even sit in the same area as you, let alone next to you." "What did you expect me to do, huh? Tell them to move so you could sit next to me? They'd laugh at me." "Listen Brooke, I like you. I really do. And I would love for this to become more but what about when we go home? Following your logic, at school you would be off limits. Too many witnesses. After school and weekends? We wouldn't be able to hang out together at parties. What about dating? My sister would find out. You'd come over and she'll be there and then what?" I shook my head. "I can't be your secret. That's not a relationship. You have to decide what you want me to be to you. You need to decide what you want. If it is something permanent, things will have to change. If it's just for this week, things will still have to change because I will not settle for having an awesome day just to be treated like a leper later. If neither of those, then things go back to the way they were. You hang out with your friends and I will be fine alone." Her mouth hung partly open as I finished. I hit her with all my feelings and left the answers for her. I kissed her cheek as I stood. I assumed it was the last time I'd be able to have any intimacy with her. "We'll always have our memories from this place." I got everything prepared for bed: me on the ground and Brooke in my sleeping bag. I cuddled up with my flannel as I heard Brooke get in the sleeping bag. With all the walking I did, I was ready for sleep. It helped that my mind was at peace. I heard some rustling from Brooke, but I didn't move. My eyes were closing without a second thought. "Ian, are you still awake?" Brooke whispered. "I've made my decision." I rolled onto my side to face her. She showed no hint to what she was about to say. I was preparing for the worst, hoping for the best. "I would like you to be my Vulcan," Brooke's smile was impressive. She unzipped the sleeping bag and used her finger to entice me to come to her. "And I'm ready to prove it to you. When they wake up and see us sleeping together, it will make the point for all of them to see." I crawled the two feet separating us in a blink of an eye. My mouth drawn like a magnet to hers, my tongue the compass telling me I was heading in the right direction. My arms enveloped her body and Brooke gave a squeal of happiness. I rolled myself on top of her. We stared at each other with smiles that would rival the village idiot. "I have a feeling this is the start of something extraordinary." However corny those words sounded when they escaped my lips, it was how I felt and I sealed those words with a kiss. Brooke put her lips to my ear, "If you start tonight, I promise I won't make you stop." She sealed her words by nibbling on my ear. "That's not what I was talking about," I smiled. "I meant..." "I know what you meant and I agree." Brooke pulled my shirt off. I passionately kissed her. It lasted and lasted. We weren't in any hurry. We only broke our lips attachment to remove more clothing, and that was only for microseconds at a time. I used my newfound skills from Leslie on Brooke. I traversed her body with a meticulous touch. My lips were steadily marching southward with purpose. My hands, however, were on their own rhythm. They were moving at random, a tit here, a hip there, a rub on her midriff. And still my mouth slowly descended. Her neck was thoroughly navigated. Her breasts were conquered with a detailed assault signaled by the raising of her nubs. I seized her belly button with just a flick of my tongue. My hands were still moving, her ass was in my grips before they slinked down to covet the back of her legs. My mouth grazed through her prairie and it was preparing to annex her pussy. Brooke was panting. I took my time. It was a combined effort, my hands moved to her inner thighs, delicately massaging while my mouth gave light kisses to the edge of her quim. Her hips were rising in an effort to find some relief for its master's desires, but I wouldn't allow it. Brooke let loose a soft moan and I dove in. My tongue was driving into her hard, vying for depth. My hands moved to her clit at the same time and tried to decipher what she liked best. She loved little circles. "Oh fuck!" Brooke's hips raised completely off the ground and her legs clamped shut around my head. When Brooke released me, we both gasped for air, her from her orgasm and me from my lack of oxygen. I slithered back up her body, my hands and lips reversing roles. My hands were now on a straight line while I shifted my head around to give random kisses. "Oh no you don't," Brooke grabbed my head and brought it up so we were eye level. "That was fucking awesome, but I need your cock. Now." Brooke said all this as her hand was reaching down to my pole. Finding it, she lined it up with her womanhood and raised her hips so the crown was at her entrance. I half expected to hear 'I Gotta Feeling' to begin to play. I inched forward, my dick feeling a pussy for the first time. It was warm and soft and oh so wet. It felt amazing. I slid further and the sheath that was enveloping my manhood felt as if it was designed just for me. I could feel Brooke's channel opening up. It was heavenly. I had to kiss her again. Upon doing so, my body dropped and my cock thrust fully into her. She groaned into my mouth. We were attached in two places and it felt as if our bodies were becoming one. Brooke slowly rocked into me. I slowly pushed into her. It was a game of back and forth. We'd both withdraw and then we both would fling ourselves against each other, each movement faster than the one prior. With each insertion, I could hear the sounds of our coupling. My eyes never left hers. Brooke's gaze was soul searching. I could almost see another realm as our tempo increased. My balls were now slapping against her. Brooke wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. "Oh shit Ian," Brooke moaned. "I've never felt anything this incredible. Oh Fuck!" Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she let loose a primitive, guttural sound. I thought Brooke was a tight fit when I entered her but this was viselike. It also did me in. I pushed forward as far as I could and let loose. I never experienced anything so euphoric in my life. Sex was no longer a myth or legend. It felt like I was delivered to the promised land and it exceeded all my expectations. Each spurt that left my body was a cataclysmic shot of endorphins and every subsequent shot increased Brooke's pleasure. She was shaking uncontrollably underneath me and her nails were digging into my back. If that is the price for this fucking fantastic adventure, I will gladly pay that toll. My eyes unclenched to find Brooke staring at me with tears in hers. "Did I hurt you?" For as much pleasure as I received, I'm not sure how I would handle a 'yes' to that question. "I love you." I don't lie. Ever. "Brooke, what we just did was magical, but I'm not ready to..." Brooke smiled as she put a finger to my lips, "I know how you feel. I just needed to tell you how I felt." She wrapped her arms around me and I her. I somehow managed to zip up the sleeping bag. Despite being an extra-large, it was still a tight fit for both of us to be in there together. Luckily, we didn't care how much our bodies were touching. It was actually preferred. I woke up - not alone. I was getting used to waking up on the hard ground entangled only in a flannel. This was so much better. We were spooning, but it was more than that. The feeling of my nude body intertwined with Brooke's naked body was exquisite. How will I be expected to sleep without her when we go home? She pushed her body into me and it was a glorious sensation. "Good morning," Brooke contentedly purred. "Morning Sweetie," I whispered into her ear. "Morning asshole," came a voice from above. My eyes jerked open as two hands encompassed my neck and pulled me through the top of the sleeping bag. I was hovering a foot off the ground and was eye to eye with Eric. "What's your problem man?" My voice cracked as I tried to free myself from his clutches. Max, Jacob, Angela, and Valerie had formed a half circle around Eric. Isabella was on the ground holding Brooke. "How dare you take advantage of her," Angela pointed to Brooke as she demanded. "Let him go!" Brooke beseeched through Isabella's arms. "Not after he forced himself on you," Eric growled looking straight at me. "I'm going to tear you apart." "He did no such thing," Brooke defended me. "I love him!" At that revelation, Eric let go in shock and I came crashing to the earth. I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt when I landed. You know, it's a funny thing being naked. At night, having sex, even the cuddling afterward all seemed so natural. I didn't even think about it when I was being manhandled. Fear of death I suppose. In the daylight, however, with my sister and all her friends staring, parents with their children walking down the path toward the lake, nearby campsites out and about cooking breakfast, my nudity was on display and I was unsure where my clothes were from last night. Luckily, Brooke was right there. She crawled over and enveloped my body with hers and the sleeping bag, covering both of us. "Are you all right, Tiger?" Brooke's hand petted my head as she coddled me. Tiger? I suppose it's better than Heartache. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just have a small pain in my ass," I answered as I rubbed the spot where my body impacted with the ground. "Caught me by surprise more than anything." "Brooke?" Isabella interrogated. It came out as a perplexed whine. "What's going on here?" Brooke's eyes darted from shocked face to shocked face before finally falling on my sister. "Well Izzy, um..." her head tilted toward the ground. I rubbed my hand on her back for support. Her face rose and her posture became one of defiance. I felt the confidence course through her, "I love Ian and I would appreciate the same support I gave you when you started dating your loser." She stared down her friend, "And your brother is a hell of a lot more of a gentleman." "Wait. Is she talking about me?" Jacob interrupted. "Not now Jake." Isabella never took her eyes off her friend. "Are you sure this is who you want to cash in that favor for?" "More than anything." Isabella rolled her eyes and shook her head with an annoyed sigh. "Whatever." She then looked straight at me, "You hurt her and I'll kill you in your sleep." Isn't that what the sibling should say to the love interest? She then stood up. "Now get dressed so the eight of us can spend our last day of spring break having some fun." In the tent, Brooke and I kept stealing glances at each other's exposed flesh. Last night was dark and we explored our bodies with touch. Today we were able to see each other in all our glory and my eyes showed my approval. Her figure, her smile, but most memorable were her eyes. They are a deep ocean blue and when I stared into them, I was lost at sea. Her glances were of the humorous variety. She smirked. She snickered. I was beginning to think my body had some sort of deformity. Finally, she openly laughed, unable to contain her amusement. "What happened to you?" It only took a moment to investigate what she found funny. They were actually much better today and would probably vanish in a day or two. "I dove into a thorn bush." I said it as if it were an everyday occurrence. I suppose it was my way of trying to act cool. Brooke just put her hands on her hips and stared at me with her amused expression awaiting further details. "I went hiking yesterday and it was either the thorn bush or get sprayed by a skunk." Brooke sauntered over to me and cupped my face, "You definitely made the right choice." She then smiled lustily, "That's not the only thing of yours that caught my attention." Her hand grabbed my cock and jerked it until it was completely erect. All of two seconds. "I owe you one for the pleasure your tongue gave me last night." She fell to her knees, taking my shorts and underwear with her. "No guy ever did that for me before and believe me, I asked. They all refused but you volunteered so I'm going to do something I've never done for a guy." Brooke's tongue snaked out and began to personally get to know my manhood. At first she only grazed the crown, as if she was trying to make a popsicle last. Inch by inch she coated the topside of my erection with saliva until she reached its base. She was going painfully slow. Her tongue then went to the underside. She licked as quick as a whip from base to tip on the sensitive side of my shaft. I shuddered and my hips jolted forward, praying or preying for the moistness her inviting mouth offered. Brooke put her hands to my hips, "Uh-uh. This is payback for what you did to me last night." She then continued her slow, thorough seduction of my cock. And Then There Were Two I was going insane. She still held me at the waist but that wasn't doing anything for my shaking legs. I grabbed her head. She smacked my hands away. "I'll let you face fuck me later," Brooke proposed. "Right now is all about me showing you how much I love you." The words "face fuck me later" definitely piqued my interest, but I quickly lost all thought. It was a soft, leisurely tease. She was doing everything but granting release. She was exhibiting her love but it felt more like cruel and unusual punishment. My head fell back. It was daylight and my eyes were shut but somehow I could see Orion's Nebula. The color sensations were so vivid. Then I felt nothing. My head was tilting forward, my eyes only squinting in their opening when the sensation of my dick being engulfed on all sides hit me. She had impaled her throat in one thrust. "Oh fuck." It wasn't even a conscious response on my part. Her head began bobbing ferociously upon my rod. I was so pent up, I was already on the brink. "I'm gonna cum." Her response was to grab my ass and pull me into her further. I looked down, thinking she didn't hear me properly. I wasn't prepared for the sight. Brooke's mouth moving in quick strokes on me was expected and was even more amazing witnessing it but when my eyes locked with her hypnotizing baby blue's, she smiled. She actually fucking smiled around my cock. That act deteriorated my resolve to nothing. I let loose a loud, gruff growl that reverberated inside the tent as if I were standing at the bottom of the Grand Canyon. I unleashed a torrent of my essence and Brooke took every drop, constantly chugging until I was emptied. Even then, she slowly bobbed a few more times, still fucking smiling. Playful minx. When she finally released me, I collapsed. I didn't even have the energy to stand; she sucked it out of me. "Wow," it was all I could pant out. Brooke crawled on top of me. "I never swallowed before." She paused a moment and I was still catching my breath. "I either really love cum or I just really love you because that was better than I expected." "I'm glad I could be your first," I half chuckled. "I bet you are!" Brooke slapped me lightly. "Go on and get dressed. I'll see you in a minute." She peeled herself off me. Just before she left the tent, she looked back at me and smiled while licking her lips. Applause and wolf whistles greeted her outside. I got dressed, overhearing everything. "There's a trash can over there for the paper towels," Isabella started. "Nope, don't need it," Brooke's retort was quick. "You mean... My brother did..." Isabella couldn't even finish her sentence. "Last night and it was fantastic." "I bet he fought a while before he caved." It actually came out hopeful. She didn't want to think that her brother would be the one guy willing to give oral sex. "He volunteered. He didn't even tell me he was going to." My sister audibly gasped and when I stepped out of the tent, her eyes were throwing daggers at Jacob. He didn't notice because he, Eric, and Max gathered around me, offering their congratulations, verbally and physically. I felt as if I was a bottle of orange juice and the three guys just read 'Shake well before serving.' I gazed over the scene, four guys celebrating oral sex and four girls huddled around the picnic table, probably discussing oral sex. Brooke noticed my stare and offered a small wave without even breaking her conversation. That did it for me. I no longer cared about the three Neanderthals surrounding me. "I'll be right back," I politely said not intending to keep that promise unless Brooke was with me. I heard the guys make whipping sounds as I stepped closer to the picnic table but I didn't care. As I came near, I heard Angela ask, "Did he say he liked it?" "I loved it," I answered, startling the four ladies. "And I'll gladly do it until my tongue falls off." I kissed Brooke's cheek. "You taste like a fine wine, divine anytime." That corny line garnered me a playful slap from Brooke and a round of "Whatever's" and eye rolls from the others. I stared Brooke right in the eye, "I truly mean it and have every intention of taking care of you to the best of my abilities, whether it be sexually or in life itself." That earned me a blush from Brooke and a round of "Ah's" from the other girls. Now was a good time for a topic change. Right when every girl is jealous of the woman you're with because they think you're the man that is the greatest thing since the advent of the wheel is the best time to not give yourself an opportunity to stick your foot in your mouth. "So what's on our agenda today?" The day was packed with nothing. The girls were going to the public beach and the guys walked over to the arcade. When Brooke mentioned the beach and the arcade, I assumed they did both together but I was clearly mistaken. Brooke was persistent I go with the guys. She had it in her head that we would all instantly become friends if they knew me. Yeah right. Just because I'm now part of the clique doesn't mean that was going to happen. Besides, I knew enough of Jacob to know I didn't want to be that pricks friend. He was so conceited and full of himself. What did Isabella see in that guy? Were looks the only factor? He didn't treat her bad per se, but he made all the choices in their relationship, which isn't a relationship. And Max irritated me beyond belief with his views on women. They were soft, disposable, and only there for his enjoyment. Now that I am somewhat involved, I want to keep a closer eye on Valerie. Eric was the only one I could see myself hanging out with and that's because I knew nothing about him. Angela appeared the happiest of all the girls and that says something. His stock already rose in my eyes just by the way he was willing to defend Brooke's honor, misguided as it was. I played a game or two, hung back, and left when the three of them were involved in one game or another. I easily found the three sexy, scantily clad hottie's and my sister, who was dressed similarly. When I got close, I froze at the conversation. "So really Brooke," Valerie started, "what's the deal with you and the dork?" Angela followed with a chuckle, "He probably promised to do every homework assignment of hers until graduation." "Sex with my brother is an awfully steep price to pay for something like that!" The three laughed. Brooke let out an irritated huff. "Do you know what it's like to be with a guy and know he is listening to every word you say?" She pointed at Isabella. "How about being with a guy who isn't just looking at you like a piece of meat?" She glared at Valerie. "Sure, he's not the school hunk or star player but he cares for me." Her voice then fell from one of agitation to one of contemplation, "I can see it in his eyes. And the things we've done, he's showed me things I've never experienced before. It's not the typical 'let's go to the movies so we can make out and you can give me a hand job.' Do you even know how beautiful a nebula is? Ian is a gentleman and ..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Valerie raised her hands. I have a feeling if she didn't, Brooke may have gone on for the rest of the day defending me. "Calm down, Brooke. We were just curious if it was legitimate." "Sorry, I guess I kind of got carried away," Brooke let out a small giggle. "I just know I've found the one guy with whom I can be myself. I don't have to stroke his ego or have sex with him just so he'll stay with me. I really do love him." "Even though he's my brother, I promise not to give you a hard time about it." Isabella gave a sigh full of lament as she ran her hand through her hair. "But that doesn't mean I'll understand it." "Who would have thought," Valerie snickered, "Brooke's heart would have been stolen by the class ner..." Brooke gave a hard glare at her friend. I knew it well. "I mean Izzy's brother." She finished with a laugh. I decided to let the storm subside. I went to a vending machine to buy a cola so none of them would think I overheard the conversation I had. I waited a few minutes, chugging my beverage, before I came up behind Brooke and disguised my voice, "Hey Hot Stuff, do you have a boyfriend?" "Yes," Brooke didn't even turn around. "Want to ditch him for me?" "I know it's you Tiger." Brooke shook her head and looked back over her shoulder at me with a smile, "Where do you come up that corny shit?" The girls laughed. "No worse than you telling me that you want me to be your Vulcan," I retaliated. "Face it Sweetie, our relationship began on corny and you started it." Brooke blushed and I saw the curious nature of three females lock in on my girl at my exclamation. Brooke tried changing the subject, "All done at the arcade? That was fast." I could tell she felt I didn't try to become buddies with the guys and she was right. Seeing her minor irritation, I vowed I would make the attempt. They might not be all that horrible, after all, Brooke wasn't. "Yeah, I just figured this was our vacation. I could play video games at home but I can only take you on a paddleboat ride here." "I'm going to let you in on a little secret Bro," Isabella used one of her less offensive nicknames she has for me though she knows I hate it just the same. "Despite her name, Brooke doesn't like water." I'm not sure, but I think my sister believes I weaseled myself into her group of friends and she didn't like it. "I know that already," I put my hand on Brooke's shoulder as I stared down my sister. My voice was calm though, not wanting Brooke to think I was going to attack all her friends, even if it was my sister. "But two days ago she was waist deep in the lake and having a blast and a paddleboat is no different than the canoe trip we took down the river." Isabella looked at me in shock. Angela and Valerie as well. They quickly fixed their attention to Brooke. She sheepishly smiled, "I told you." She then gazed up at me, "Sounds fun." I walked in front of her and offered my hand. Brooke happily accepted and I pulled her into my arms for a quick kiss. I love her soft lips. "You know ladies, the paddleboats hold three. I would be glad to rent two of them. Interested?" Valerie was first to respond, "I'll go just to see Brooke on the water." "It's a sight I gotta see," Angela added. "Fine," Isabella's tone was far less enthused. "We'll all go." Once again, after sitting in the paddleboat Brooke kept rechecking the life preserver's buckles. I got in and before we pulled out, I forced eye contact. "I swear I will keep you safe. There is nothing to fear but if you feel you can't take it anymore, I will not be mad or judge you, and we will come back immediately. But also know, I will protect you." I kissed her quivering lips. She gave a slight nod. We went on the water and all Brooke's fears were ebbing away. The two paddleboats were side by side with the four girls chatting incessantly about all kinds of random drama that was occurring to their other friends as it was being posted on Facebook. The two vessels then collided. It didn't do anything but cause each to shake a little. I glanced at Brooke and she was fine until my sister acted. "I'm comin' over," Isabella announced as she jumped from one craft to the other. She came on my side and the extra weight sent Brooke's lighter side in the air. Her arms grabbed the sides and the petrified look in her eyes will haunt me. In that split second, I immediately wrapped Brooke in my arms and forced my weight to balance out Isabella's forceful jump. It worked and the paddleboat didn't tip over but Brooke was shaking uncontrollably. I cupped her face keeping our eyes locked. I wanted her to see me and nothing else. "You're okay. I promised to take care of you and I got you. You're safe." Slowly her pupils returned to normal. "Do you want to head to shore?" Brooke glanced around and shook her head no. I turned my attention to my sister. I didn't explode, though I wanted to. Her face appeared guiltily enough. When she saw me staring, she comprehended my serious expression. It was a look I doubt I had ever given her before. Isabella slinked into the back seat of the paddleboat, "Sorry Brooke. I didn't mean for that to happen." "It's all right," Brooke whispered, the faint remembrance of terror in her voice. "Ian promised." I was still looking harshly at my sister when she mouthed, "You really do worry for her." Did she think I was just playing a game? "No, I worry for you. As my family, I worry about your decisions because I might not be there when those choices go awry. And I constantly think about cruel tortures I can inflict on that loser if he so much as touches you in a manner you don't want. Brooke is different." I felt Brooke staring intently at me now that I brought her name into the conversation. "As my girlfriend, our goal is to create a partnership of love and understanding. My want is to be as selfless as I can and put her needs before mine." I turned my attention to Brooke, realizing I was saying this declaration to the wrong person, "I'm not perfect and that may not always happen, but I will try like hell to see it through. I love you. I knew it when I saw how elated you got the first time you looked through my telescope. I lied to myself and to you to protect my feelings in case you were just playing me. I was wrong and that will be the last lie I will ever speak to you. I promise. I love you." "Oh Ian!" Brooke dove at me with tears streaking her cheeks, nearly capsizing us again with her force. "I love you too!" I'm not sure how long we held each other, but we only let go when Valerie broke the heartwarming silence. "I'm breaking up with Max and if Brooke ever leaves Ian, I got dibs." "I have no complaints with Eric," Angela chimed in. "Though he does get a little sidetracked when he's with the guys." With the other girls full of introspection, I glanced at Isabella. "I didn't know you worried about me," her head was low as she mumbled. "And you're right I know I can do better." We didn't stay on the water for very long after the confessions. As we were walking along the beach, we saw the guys looking around. Actually, we saw Eric looking desperately, Jacob applying sun tan lotion in a worrisome manner for his biceps, and Max doing the least surprising of them all, he was hitting on another girl. Valerie stormed up to him, "Asshole!" "Calm down Val, I'm not doing anything," Max defended. "Is this your girlfriend," the blonde intervened. "You're kidding, right?" Max chuckled, "I wouldn't date something so pathetic." Valerie's eyes went wide, "You fucking Bastard! I hate you!" The blonde backed off and left. That's when I saw Max's hand form a fist. I tried to make it in time but I was too late. Eric beat me to it and Max was out cold. Eric punched him right as Max's arm was going forward. Angela raced to her man and hugged him. "Are you okay, Stilts?" I laughed. I couldn't help it. First, she called him Stilts. Awesome nickname and based on everyone else's reaction, no else heard it before either. Secondly was her concern. Not only did it take Eric one solitary shot to level Max, but the moron didn't even lay a finger on him. How could he be hurt? Eric embraced Angela with one arm while he flexed the hand he used as a battering ram to Max's jaw. "Seems to be working fine," he then looked at me. "Yeah, she usually only calls me that when we're in the sack and it has nothing to do with my height." Angela didn't even bat an eyelash at his confession, still clinging to her man, the hero. "I saw you go for him too. I'm glad to see one of these girls finally picked someone worth their time." "What's all the fuss about?" Jacob casually entered the scene, putting his arm around Isabella's shoulders. "Whoa, what happened to Max?" He knelt down to his friend as he was coming to. "Whose ass do we have to kick, buddy?" "Mine," Eric announced. "He was going to punch Valerie." "Ah man, you could have just stopped him," Jacob replied. He then turned to his friend, "How many times have I told you that you shouldn't do that." My view of Jacob just went a little higher. At least I know he wouldn't hit my sister. "He's done this before and you knew about it?" Isabella's response was fiery to say the least. "Why are you so upset? It's not like I did anything," Jacob was as detached as ever. My view of Jacob just fell off the face of the earth. Condoning what Max did was pathetic. "And what about me, huh? You going to hit me too?" "C'mon Izzy, I'd never do that," Jacob pleaded. "I just don't see the problem. It's no different than spanking a child." I restrained myself, but it was hard. Eric too. Brooke noticed my composure and tightened her grip on my arm. That is the only reason I didn't deck Jacob. His views were mind numbingly ignorant. "That's it, we're through," Isabella turned on her heels and stomped toward the car. "Ah Izzy, don't be like that." As much as we wanted to, we didn't just leave Max and Jacob there. When we got back to the campsite, everything was different. Jacob and Max stayed by the picnic table while the rest of us hung out around the fire. I even brought out the rest of my s'mores supplies. "I can't believe we're going back home tomorrow," Angela was barely audible, more occupied with her flaming marshmallow than her statement. We all heard it and everyone started making eye contact with everyone else. I think we all wished for another week with the new dynamic we had. The six of us together just seemed right. I somehow knew this was how it was going to be for now on and only if Valerie or Isabella found a guy would there be an addition to our troupe. And they would have to get through Eric and me first. "I wouldn't trade it for the world," Brooke answered. "I found what was missing in my life right here." She cuddled even further into me. "Despite what happened, me too," Isabella concurred and Valerie nodded. Enough of the melodrama. I was happy and I wanted everyone else to be. "I know it's not going to happen, but Eric, who do you think would have won the screaming contest tonight, Brooke or Angie?" All eyes were on me, confused by my statement. "Your stilt versus my technique would have caused one hell of a duel." "Ah shit, I smell a future challenge," Eric laughed. "What do you think Baby Girl?" He squeezed Angela's shoulder. We were both hit a couple times for that conversation. It may have sounded like we were just being perverted teens, but I'm pretty sure he was serious. I know I was. We just didn't feel comfortable leaving Valerie and Isabella unattended with Jacob and Max. Especially if our girls were screaming. We would never know if anything was happening to them. Eric damaged Max's ego and it was compounded by the knowledge that Valerie was through with him. I was only concerned with Jacob if Max recruited him to do something stupid. Not out of the realm of possibility, so Eric had Angela and Valerie in one tent and I was with Brooke and Isabella. I set my sleeping bag right in front of the tent entrance. I didn't want anyone sneaking in there and if I couldn't hear an SUV pull off in the morning I might not hear someone attempting to creep by me. This way, they would trip over me as soon as they tried to enter. "Thank you for this week Ian," Isabella started as we lay down. "I'm glad you came. You not only helped me see the truth, but you helped Brooke as well. I know you two will be good together." I couldn't remember the last time she called me Ian. She was sincere and I knew our relationship had suddenly changed from one of contempt and rivalry to one of caring and understanding. "I love you Izzy and I'm proud of you for all that you did today." It was the first time I called her by her preferred name in a decade. She started crying at my statement. I went over and hugged her. And Then There Were Two "I love you too, big brother." That was the first time Isabella called me that. Ever. "I doubt six minutes really qualifies me for that term, but I'll take it. Are you going to be okay?" She nodded and wiped the tears from her face. I let go of our embrace and went back to cuddle with Brooke. "Good night, little sister." "Hey," Isabella objected. Even though she called me big brother, a term she meant in the protective connotations of the phrase, I knew what I said would bother her. She didn't like the thought of being lessor than me. What kind of brother would I be if I didn't tease her just a little? But she surprised me as that one word was her only objection as she then replied, "Goodnight Heartache." For some reason that name didn't bother me anymore. Perhaps we all grew up a little during this spring break.