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Summer Camp Pt. 02

By: Blackrock7



Chapter Five

On the Monday following the accident, Bryan had a visitor. Keionna rode out on her bike just before lunch. Bryan had gone kayaking that morning like always, and was sitting at the kitchen counter with his schoolbooks when there was a knock on the door. 

Bryan was pleased to find his Irish visitor on the porch. She had a basket in hand. "Come in; let me get you some tea." Keionna was dressed in a pink polo shirt, cargo shorts, and sandals. While not as revealing as her bike outfit, Bryan was able to appreciate her subtle femininity.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry again. I also brought you some lunch." Keionna looked pensively at Bryan. "Can you forgive me?"

Bryan laughed. At the confused and hurt look in Keionna's bright green eyes, he rushed to say, "Of course. There is nothing to forgive. I'm as much at fault as you are. But, Yes, I forgive you Miss Keionna ... um, I don't know your last name."

" Doyle, Keionna Doyle." Her smile lit the room like a starburst.

Bryan extended his hand, "Mr. Bryan Andrews at your service." Instead of taking his hand, Keionna rushed into his arms and clasped him tightly. Unsure at first, Bryan gently folded his arms around her and returned the embrace.

Breaking contact, Keionna became all business. She cleaned off a portion of the counter, stacking Bryan's schoolwork neatly. She unpacked plates and containers from the basket.

"I brought you lunch. I made it all myself. Though when he heard where I was going, Little John wanted to help, but I insisted. These are my favorite foods from home. I hope you like them."

The smells drifting up from the various containers reminded Bryan he was ready for lunch. "I'm flattered. You didn't have to go to all this trouble, but thank you." He boldly reached out and clasped Keionna's shoulder.

Realizing he was still dirty from his morning exercise, Bryan asked if he had time to quick clean up some before they ate. Keionna graciously agreed. Bryan fairly flew upstairs and dashed through the shower, pulled on a clean polo, jean shorts, and deck shoes.

His hair still a little damp he jogged back into the kitchen. Keionna was there waiting patiently. A smile blossomed on her lips and she jumped up and took him by hand to the seats at the counter.

Lunch passed in a haze of laughter and simple wonder for them both. Keionna explained the history of each dish she had brought. Bryan feasted on her every word, barely tasting the good simple foods. Keionna's fingers were constantly touching his arm, his shoulder, or his hands. Having assured herself that Bryan was not hurt and checking his dressing on the cut on his arm, she spoke animatedly about her life in Ireland.

When the meal was done, Bryan asked Keionna if she would like to go for a walk. "Unless you think I should wear my helmet to be on the safe side." He joked. Bryan was amazed to consider how at ease he felt with this young woman. Since his disastrous break-up 10 months ago, he hadn't had the desire to get to know another female. Keionna was a breath of fresh air after being stuck in a mineshaft for a year.

As they stepped off the porch, Bryan unconsciously reached for Keionna's hand. She willingly interlocked her fingers in his. Bryan showed her around the cabin grounds. He pointed out the original foundation of his grandfather's first cabin; the outside fireplace where the family would sit on the weekends. He talked about his father's improvements to the property, how they built the bigger cabin, the pole barn. Bryan even hinted at some of the plans he had for the estate if he were ever to come into its inheritance.

Ultimately, he led her down to the lakefront. There was another fire pit and of course the pier. The two made their way to the end and still hand in hand sat on the end dipping their toes in the water.

Following a companionable silence, Keionna turned to Bryan. "Do you like me?"

Perplexed, Bryan raised their interlocked fingers, and stared at her. 

A twinkle entered Keionna's eyes, the silver flecks noticeable. "Do you like me?"

"Yes, yes, I do Miss Keionna Doyle, I like you very much." Bryan avowed.

"Good, because I like you very much too Mr. Bryan Andrews. Very much indeed." She seemed to be looking at him expecting something. The corners of her mouth were turned just so slightly up, causing the tiniest dimples in her cheeks. She kept gazing at his face expectantly. Bryan got nervous. She fixed her eyes on his.

"Well..."

"Uhm, what?" Bryan was worried. Where was this going? Keionna was gently caressing his hand with her fingers and still looking at him.

"Would you be willing to kiss me, Mr. Bryan Andrews?"

Kiss!? Bryan's heart lurched.

Keionna laughed gently. She reached towards his face with her free hand. Clasping the back of his head, she pulled his mouth toward hers. Their eyes shut, Bryan felt the soft touch of this red-haired angel's lips caress his. Teasingly she bushed her lips against his. Bryan stopped breathing.

Keionna leaned forward some more and pulled tighter against him. Her lips came together with his. Gentle steady pressure, no movement, just full connection.

Bryan let go of her hand and wrapped both arms around Keionna. He took command of the kiss. Keeping it gentle, he pressed against her slowly. He moved to buss her cheeks, the tip of her nose and then back to her lips. He eventually pulled back allowing them both to catch their breath.

"Thank you," she said demurely.

Bryan repeated the kiss, several times over the next 10 minutes.

"That was wonderful, Mr. Andrews. Delightfully delicious." Bryan agreed. He couldn't remember anything so sweet in his life. "I see you have some experience at this sort of thing." Bryan blushed, memories of other girls flashing across his mind's view screen. "If I ever meet them, I'll have to thank them." Keionna continued. When Bryan looked inquiringly at her, she finished. "For letting you practice, and for letting you go so I could reap the rewards." She punctuated this assertion with a very passionate kiss of her own.

The two new friends glanced at the setting sun. Aware of how long she had been gone, Keionna rose to her feet. Bryan stood alongside her.

"I should be heading back to the lodge. Unca' Thom knows where I am but, I've been gone a little longer than I expected."

"How about I drive you back. Besides, I could see if I can beat ol' Unca' Thom at his little game tonight and we can still be together." Neither of the young people wanted to leave the other just then.

Therefore, it was that an hour later they found themselves at a table with Thom, Angie, another waitress, playing cards. Thom had instinctively ascertained the change in the young people's relationship. Instead of playing Go with Bryan, he insisted the four of them play Pinochle, a common game amongst the patrons of the lodge. The three Americans taught the Irish-girl the basics. Angie protested at being included at first, but Thom assured her that the dinner crowd was slim tonight, they could manage. So in-between hands Angie and Thom would serve customers, Bryan and Keionna would help bus the tables, and so the evening passed in companionable company.

Around 10:00 pm, Bryan made his excuses. Thom gave the new couple some privacy as they kissed goodnight. Bryan promised to stop in and see Keionna the next afternoon.

The following day, Bryan took out the Maristar after his morning studies were done. The powerful boat flew across the water. Bryan enjoyed the lake when it wasn't packed with weekend warriors trying to cram the most sport into the shortest time. Tying up at the dock by the lodge, he found Keionna already waiting for him. She had another basket filled with food and a canvas bag.

"I was hoping you would come by water." Indicating the basket she asked, "Hungry for a picnic?" Helping her aboard, Bryan looked curiously at the canvas bag. "Oh, that's for later, a surprise for you maybe?" Keionna giggled knowingly.

Bryan gave her a chaste kiss and then they settled down and cast off. He kept the boat at a reasonable speed as they cruised around the lake. After some encouragement from Keionna, he opened up the throttles and let the boat really run, although he was careful to be courteous to the few anglers out drowning worms.

Keionna convinced him to weigh anchor and set out her picnic. She asked Bryan to put up the bimni cover to keep the sun off them as they ate. She had packed a light lunch of fruits, vegetable salad, and real lemonade.

They ate and talked unhurriedly. While anxious to learn as much about each other as possible, they also wanted to take their time and let the relationship grow naturally. Bryan especially did not want to rush things. They cleaned up the lunch remains. Keionna wanted to lie out in the sun. As a redhead, she had to be careful of too much exposure, but if Bryan would help put on some lotion she would be all right. From her canvas bag, she removed a few large towels and some 45 SPF sunscreen. Then with a mischievous twinkle to her eye, she sat up and grasped the hem of her tee shirt. Looking directly at Bryan the whole time, she pulled the garment over her head.

Bryan's eyes were riveted. Under her shirt, Keionna had on a rather skimpy blue and white bikini top. Her firm breasts were right there in full view. The shade of blue was a nice compliment to her creamy skin tone. As she shook out her hair from the shirt, the stunning globes on her chest swayed hypnotically. Caught off guard, Bryan forgot to breathe.

Keionna rose up on her knees, laughter rippling, she took her waistband in hand, unbuttoned the fly, and wriggled her delectable ass, pulling down her shorts to review an equally skimpy, stunning, solid blue pair of bikini bottoms. Kicking them off to the side, she leaned forward and lifted Bryan's lower jaw up, gently closing his mouth and sealed it with a kiss.

"I take it you like. That was a better than the reaction I was hoping for." She kissed him again, a lot more ardently. Then pulled out of his encroaching embrace and handed him the sunscreen. She lay down on her belly and pulled her hair off her shoulders. "Please?"

Bryan didn't need to be asked twice. He poured some sunscreen on his hands, rubbing them together to warm the lotion up some. Then he gingerly began to work the lotion into her skin. Working up his courage, he carefully applied the lotion to her back. He was particularly shy around her rear end. Yet Keionna didn't complain. When he was done, she rolled over and said, "Now this side." Bryan was astonished. She reached out, put lotion in his hands, and placed his hands on her belly. She smiled contentedly the entire procedure. "That was lovely. You're hands are so gentle."

Bryan pulled his own tee shirt off and lay down beside Keionna.

"So tell me. Have you ever done this before?" Bryan's old girlfriend had not been an outdoorsy person. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Keionna was about as different as it was possible to be than that ... that ... Even now he didn't want to think about her.

"You my dear, are so lovely, it's like the first time ever in the history of the world."

"I knew there was something about you I liked." Keionna took his head in her hands and kissed him soundly.

"So, there was someone else, and she hurt you, and you don't want to talk about it." She kissed his dumbfounded face again. "I don't care. I just want you to be with me here and now, okay?" With a final lingering kiss, she lay back, lifting her hair above her head causing some eye-catching movement with her bosom. She reached for Bryan's hand and asked him to tell her about the American War of Independence.

That was the unit Bryan was currently studying. He was soon talking animatedly about the complaints of the colonists and the brutality of the English.

"Hey, now, I could tell you stories of English brutality." Keionna quipped. Rolling over on her stomach, she looked at Bryan. 

"Oh, right. I suppose your country has a much longer history with them then we do." Bryan weakly admitted. Keionna was laughing at him. 

"My family is from Ireland, not Northern Ireland. Northern Ireland is where they have so much trouble with British rule. We have been an independent country since 1949. We have our own parliament and everything."

"I see I have as much to learn about your nation's history as my own!" Bryan had always enjoyed the study of history. 

"I was teasing. I doubted you knew the difference between Ireland and Northern Ireland. Most American's seem to focus on the Irish terrorists and forget that there is more than potatoes in Ireland." Over the next hour, they exchanged tidbits of national history.

"Well, I have baked enough for one day," Keionna exclaimed and jumped up and dove into the water. Bryan was quick to dive in after her. They splashed around in the water for a good 20 minutes. When they climbed out of the water, Keionna's skin pebbled up with goose bumps. Bryan helped her dry off and get warm, rubbing her vigorously with the towel. 

He reluctantly pulled up the anchor and started the motor. "Time I was returning you to your fair castle, my lovely princess." Keionna snuggled into Bryan's lap as they motored back towards the lodge. Before they got within eyesight of the lodge, she pulled on her shorts and a sweatshirt, covering up the little bits of fabric she had on and becoming a modest young lady again.

Bryan moored the boat and carried the basket up to the lodge. He made sure to stop in and say hello to Thom while helping Keionna drop things off. Thom was the closest thing to the girl's father around, and he was going to make sure that Thom approved of his spending time with Keionna. He needn't have worried.

"Ach, there ya be, me boyo!" Thom patted Bryan on the back. "Good day to be relaxin' on the lake, now inna it." Lake came out more like loch. Bryan noticed that Thom's homeland brogue had become thicker since Keionna had arrived.

"Well watcha got planned then for the evenin', eh?" Thom looked expectantly at the two lovebirds.

"I supposed I could stick around for a game or two, Thom. I am ahead of my chores for the week anyway." Keionna clapped delightedly. Giving a peck on his cheek, she turned to Thom, gave him the same treatment and announced, "I need a shower and to freshen up." With that she bounced out of the bar and upstairs to the private living quarters.

"Well, that'll give us a good hour or two," winked Thom as he got out the board and black and white markers. Bryan shook his head, wondering why she needed to freshen up after swimming in the lake, and sat down at the board, soon lost in a complex strategy, trying his hardest to box Thom in a corner.

When the two combatants noticed Keionna's return they sat stunned. She had indeed "freshened up." Wearing her hair back in a ponytail, Keionna had put on a light sundress that stopped 3 inches from her knee. Held up on two tiny straps, the bodice hugged her chest, a v-neck dipped down almost to the point of being indecent. The fabric was a color of green that Bryan couldn't name, other than it was intoxicating with Keionna's natural coloring. She pirouetted for the boys, showing of a very fine pair of legs.

Bryan stood and with the aplomb of Fred Astaire waltzed Keionna over to a bar stool. "You're throne, my princess," he intoned and bowed over her hand with a flourish of an imaginary cape.

"Boyo, ifn you don' kiss her right, I'll hafta beat you daffy." Thom brandished his hand at Bryan. Blushing, he tried for a simple kiss, but Keionna's mouth hungrily insisted on more. Breaking apart to cheers from the rest of the lodge staff, Bryan sought the safety of his barstool next to Keionna. She kept a firm grasp of his hand.

"Are you havin' any luck against this pirate I call Unca'?" She looked over the board clueless as to which of them had the advantage.

"Your fine prince here, be givin' me a good challenge, he is lass. Now sit quietly like a good lass and don't be bothern your betters." Thom focused his attention fully on the board. Giving Keionna a glance, Bryan kept his fingers interwoven with hers and sheepishly turned to the board. Keionna put on a face of air-headed innocence, sighed, and nuzzled into Bryan.

"Yes, sir." Bryan was very much aware of the warm flesh pressed against his arm. The aroma of Keionna's washed hair fairly sparkled with images of wildflowers laced with morning dew. Shaking his head, he tried to concentrate on the board. He missed the sly looks going on between "uncle" and "niece." In quick succession, he lost five key points on the board.

"Well, boyo, I can see your brains have been drained from your head. I suggest you two peers of the realm retire to the banquet hall." He directed them to the corner booth. "I'll be bringin' out you supper directly." Without taking their order, he left the two to themselves.

Some time later Little John himself, paraded out of the kitchen with covered dishes upon a trolley. He proceeded to lay out a complete meal before the couple. It was a mix of Irish and American traditional dishes. Small servings of each, designed to complement the palate. 



Later that evening, the two went for a walk along the lakeshore. The stars were reflected in the gentle waves on the surface. The partial moon darted in and out of the light cloud cover. Their hands were intertwined. A quiet settled about them as they walked along the shoreline. 

Keionna was hugging Bryan's left arm against her breast. It was an intentional gesture. She was well aware of the effect it was having upon him. For his part, the firm flesh molding itself to his bicep almost overtly distracted Bryan. He lost track of the topic they were discussing. He stopped and looked at Keionna, gently disengaging his arm from her possession.

"Um," he stammered at the look of lust in Keionna's eyes. The silver specks were quite visible in the reflected moonlight. She reached up and cupped his face in her hands. Pulling his mouth to her, she whispered, "Now, Bryan, I want you now."

Surrendering himself to her demanding mouth, Bryan was soon focused on one thing only. Her tongue made a full exploration of his mouth. Soon her hands were exploring as much as her lips had been. They ran up and down his biceps, over his shoulders, grabbing at his back as her passion mounted. Keionna's hands came up his chest, rubbing, grasping his shirt as she pulled him back again for another devouring kiss. She tugged it out of his waistband and darted her hands up under the fabric.

Bryan found himself responding him to Keionna's heated passion. He was emboldened by her attack at his shirt and her fingers tracing lines of fire across his skin. Then she found his nipples. Pleasure statically discharged through his brain. He broke their kiss and plumbed the depths of Keionna's eyes. Of their own volition, his hands rose and he burrowed his thumbs under the thin straps of her dress. He slowly pulled the straps off her shoulders. He leaned down began nibbling at her neck and bare shoulders. He felt the ripple of ecstasy pour through her.

Keionna through her head back, her shivers of delight loosening the bodice of her dress. Bryan was fixated by the tops of her breasts as the down slopes were revealed. As if in a trance, he leaned lower and began to apply his mouth to the tops of those swelling globes. 

Keionna moaned in delight. She brought his mouth up to hers. After a moment, she whispered again, "Now, boyo, Now is the time." Intuitively understanding her growing need, Bryan responded by scooping her up into his arms and carried her over the small hill to a sheltered little dale. Away from prying eyes, with a gentle breeze blowing in off the lake, Bryan laid the Irish princess down on a patch of clover.

He lay at her side. Somehow, she had freed her arms of the straps of her dress. The only thing holding the bodice up was her heaving bosom. Bryan cradled her head in the crook of one arm and while kissing her thoroughly massaged Keionna's shoulders and neck. Her hand captured his and planted firmly on her breast. She covered his hand and began massaging her breast with his. Bryan soon found the erect bud of her nipple. Gently running his palm over the light fabric covering her chest, Keionna relaxed back into his embrace and surrendered herself to his possession.


Summer Camp Pt. 02



Bryan took his time. He did not want to rush this, or put Keionna in a position where she would ask him to stop. Her response showed in a deep flush to her skin that spread down her neck and onto her torso. Her breathing was coming more raged. She had pushed their touching hips until his leg had crossed hers and was pressed against her pubic mound. She wrestled her hands free, and was pulling Bryan's shirt up over his head. Bryan made a simple pillow of his shirt for her head. Tears sprang to Keionna's eyes, touched by this simple, gallant gesture. Yet, her open smile told Bryan to continue.

Determined now to evoke the greatest pleasure he could, Bryan got serious about his amorous touches. He stopped all petting and focused on a deep, slow kiss. Leaving Keionna breathless, he kissed his way down her throat towards her heaving chest. Fascinated by movement of her breasts under the light fabric, Bryan brought both hands to bear on her cleavage. Gently cupping each one, he lightly hefted the weight, and then gave each breast a gentle squeeze. With his thumbs barely touching her nipples, he looked the red-haired beauty in the eyes. Her permission was plain, even before her lips formed the word, "please..."

Bryan gently reached up and slowly pulled the neckline of her dress down. As new territory of flesh was exposed, he would press his lips against it. Making his lips large and soft, he would follow the flush downward. The fabric was straining to contain her bosom when the hem was caught by her nipples. Grinning evilly, Bryan pretended that the barriers raised by her arousal would let the dress pass any lower. The tug of the fabric against her engorged nipples caused Keionna to groan in frustration. Wriggling with an agony that wasn't fulfilled, finally she caused her full breasts to pop free. Bryan immediately suckled her left breast into his mouth. Keionna's hands thrust into the back of his head and gripped his hair. She pulled him into her breasts as if she intended to smoother him. 

Yet, Bryan still was in control, while he suckled on her left breast, running his tongue around her areola and nipple; the other hand was mimicking those actions on her right breast. The sexual tension was riding on a high for the young Irish girl. Her body was on fire. Wherever the American boy touched her was fired by electricity. His thigh was unconsciously rubbing against her womanhood in a very erotic way, heightening her arousal.

Bryan was fascinated with the feel, smell, and taste of her exposed skin. He pulled her dress lower, exposing her upper abdomen. He covered this new landscape with warm kisses. Returned to his assault on her breasts, and then retreated to the safety of her mouth. He too had been reacting to the heat of their coupling. His erection was fully engorged now. He knew she was aware of his hard cock pressing rhythmically against her thigh. He felt that the juncture of her legs was going to scorch him from the heat rising from her arousal.

Keionna's fingers found his chest, she began playing with his pecs and nipples much like Bryan had handled her breasts. As she focused on increasing his pleasure by nipping at his neck and shoulders, Bryan reached down to stroke her legs. Their grinding had caused her hemline to rise quite far. Encountering bare skin, instead of a fabric barrier, Bryan's hand stroked the lean muscle of Keionna's thigh. Goose bumps rose from the intensity of her ardor.

Keionna worked both hands free again while Bryan stroked her thigh. She reached for the buckle of his pants. As she was tugging the buckle, loose. Bryan froze. Sensing something was amiss, Keionna stopped and focused on her lover's face. The expression there broke her heart. The total agony and pure terror she saw wrapped bands of ice around her heart.

Bryan sat back in shock. Heedless of her exposed bosom, Keionna sat up and straddled his legs; she hiked up the bottom of the dress fully exposing her panties and wrapped her legs around his waist. Bryan's skin was like ice. Sweat beaded across his forehead. A blank look was frozen on his face.

Keionna was terrified. She was in a panic. She had hoped to get physically intimate tonight with Bryan. She had dressed to make that possible. She felt overwhelmed by the emotional intensity behind their physical activity. It had gripped her harder then she believed possible. When she had told Bryan she wanted him, she wanted some serious petting, but once they got going, and things had really heated up, she knew that wasn't enough. She wanted to give herself to him completely.

Only now, the evening was in ruins! Keionna sat in Bryan's lap. She pressed her warm bosom against his bare chest. She could feel the coldness of his skin. His breathing was shallow, and his face had lost all color. At a loss for what was causing his distress, Keionna cradled his face in her hands and murmured reassuring words in his ears. Lightly kissing his eyes, his cheeks, his neck, Keionna kept up a chant of wooing hoping to draw Bryan out of his blackout.

At length, Bryan drew in a great shuddering breath. His wrapped his arms around Keionna and pulled her close, absorbing the physical and emotional warmth she was offering. They rocked back and forth like this for a long time. Tears were streaming down Bryan's face.

"What is it?" The vast amount of concern in Keionna's voice, broke the dam and Bryan's crying just continued. She was kissing his tears, and wiping his face, completely unabashed by her exposed breasts. It was that wonderful display and her openness that brought Bryan around. Reaching down he tried to draw her dress up to cover her.

"NO! I want to know why you're so upset." She pushed his hands down.

"That will take a while, and we should go someplace a little more sheltered first." Bryan helped her cover herself up. He couldn't help feel a pang of regret as her breasts settled back inside their fabric nest. He drew the straps back up her shoulders. He glanced down and noticed her dress rucked up around her waist exposing her lace panties.

"Those are very nice," he said with a sheepish grin.

"Well, I did pick them out just for you," but Keionna's voice was still laced with worry. The couple slowly disentangled themselves and got up. 

"Let me walk you back to the lodge."

"Hey, I want to know what is going on." Placing both hands on Bryan's chest she pushed him to a stop.

Sighing, Bryan picked up his shirt and busied himself with putting it on as he thought of what to say. Taking her arms in his hands, he looked intently into Keionna's eyes.

"I am falling in love with you Miss Keionna Doyle, but that is not what the problem is. I have some things to tell you obviously, but I think it might be better for me to wait till tomorrow, please, so I can tell the whole thing coherently. Okay?" His honesty broke her heart almost as much as the look of agony he had earlier had. .

"Okay." Keionna's voice echoed with unanswered questions, doubt, and concern.

"I promise, after I tell you what's going on, I return my full attention to these wonders." He reached up and gently cupped her breasts, but not in an erotic way, more in a form of adoration.

Pressing herself into his hands, Keionna told Bryan, "I am going to hold you to that, me boyo!"

Chapter Six

Bryan quietly escorted Keionna back to the lodge. They talked of inconsequential things, other than making arrangements to meet at lunch tomorrow. Bryan would bring the Maristar in and pick Keionna up and then would cruise the lake for the afternoon.

Thom was still up watching a late ball game on the TV with the young people came up through the back door. Bryan made sure to speak to Thom and thank him for their nice dinner. He then surprised both Keionna and her "Unca" by asking Thom's permission to start seeing Keionna on a more regular basis.

Thom responded formally to this request, "Why thankee, me boyo. I am glad to see your intentions towards me niece, be honest and honorable." Here Thom paused for a while. Looking between the two he continued, "Ifn me niece be open to your attentions, why then Mr. Bryan Andrews, you have my permission to be a 'courting me niece, Miss Keionna."

With a formal shaking of hands, Bryan concluded his conversation with Thom. He crossed the room to Keionna. Taking her right hand, he bowed over it, kissing the back of her hand like a gallant. "Until tomorrow then, A Ghrá Gael." Bryan quietly took his leave.

Noticing a bright tear in the eye of his niece, Thom gently asked if she was alright.

"Ooh, I'm grand, Unca, just grand." Keionna flung her arms around her Unca Thom's neck, the tears flowing freely, and then with a peck on his cheek, she dashed upstairs to her room.



Bryan sat in the Maristar in the middle of the lake. He was panting hard again. The panic he had felt when lying in Keionna's arms was returning. Closing his eyes, he let the emotion course through him. His limbs trembling, Bryan tried frantically to focus on the source of his panic. What memory was buried there? Where had this sudden fear come from?

A vague memory swung in and out of focus in his mind's eye. It was a dark night from over a year ago. He had gone to his girlfriend's house to take her to the movies. The house was dark when he got there. Remembering that her parents were gone for the week on business, Bryan had hesitated at the door, but it was unlocked. Going in the house, he had called out her name. It was eerily quiet. 

He heard a faint noise from the basement stairwell. The family had a furnished rec room in the basement. Seeing faint flicker of light emanating from the basement, Bryan made his way slowly down the stairs, calling out his girlfriend's name as he descended.

His panic growing, Bryan shook himself. Finding himself on the deck of the Maristar, he pulled a few towels around his chilled body as his unconscious gripped him tighter with the flood of burned memory.

He was back in the basement of his girlfriend's house. She was there, and she was not alone.

His girlfriend was stark naked. Her arms were bound behind her back in leather straps. She was straddling a huge tattooed man. His engorged cock was firmly rammed up her cunt. Behind her, an equally huge black man was pushing his erect penis into her ass. If she was in pain from this treatment, she couldn't speak since a third man, also black as night had his dick in her mouth. That she was being treated roughly was obvious. Her but cheeks were bright red from the slaps and hits the first black male was inflicting upon her.

The flickering light was coming from the television set. On it a girl very much like his girlfriend was being whipped.

The whole scene shook Bryan to the core. In a rage, he charged the man assaulting his girlfriend's ass knocking him to the ground. But the man was twice Bryan's size and quickly reacted to the fight. He punched Bryan in the jaw sending him across the room.

The sudden violence of Bryan's entrance stopped the rest of the action in the room. The other two bruisers jumped up yelling obscenities as they grabbed at Bryan, holding him down.

The girlfriend then did the one thing Bryan had least expected. She slapped him.

"What the fuck!" She screamed at him. "What the hell are you doing here you damn little prick!" She hit him again.

"We were going out, I was here to take you to the movies," Bryan stammered. "What's going on here, I thought you were in trouble, When I saw..." This time the slap nearly snapped his neck.

"I was having my fun! You Bitch!" Glaring at him, Bryan saw a look in her eye that completely mortified him. "I was getting fucked like no tomorrow and now you ruined it!" She punctuated this with another slap to Bryan's face.

"Tie him up." She commanded the men in the room. They tied Bryan rather roughly to a pole in the center of the room.

"He can watch while some real men fuck me silly!"

For the next hour, Bryan was forced to watch as the three men physically wracked his girlfriend's body in every contorted way she could think. Finally, exhausted, but satisfied, she turned her bloodshot eyes towards Bryan.

"You never were enough of a man for me, you prick. I'm gonna have my friends show you how to really please a woman." They untied Bryan from the pole and began roughly stripping his clothes from his body. The girlfriend picked up a riding crop and began tracing lines on Bryans face and body with the tip, pausing to smack him every once in a while. When the two black men forced him over a chair and spread his legs behind him, Bryan began to scream.

His screams woke Bryan up. He sat up with a start, and recognized the outline of the boat and night sky. A few more vague memories of pain and humiliation wafted through his brain as the tremors ran through his body. He recalled going off to school the next day without stopping at home to see his parents. That next week was a blur of bars, pubs, and endless hours spent looking at himself in the toilet. When he was sober enough to remember, he had gone out and found more liquor to silence the memories of that night.

In all the hours talking with the counselor and his parents, he had never brought up the memories of that night. His brain had locked the trauma of that experience away and let him forget, that and the booze. It was a highly edited account that he had shared with his parents about how his girlfriend had ended their relationship. How he had gone to pick her up, how he had found her with someone else, how she had cursed him, and berated him. Yet that was a far, far milder story then the truth.

Sitting on the deck of the boat under the stars, Bryan had finally faced the reality of that horrible night. Something in the way Keionna had been reaching for him had triggered a suppressed memory of the fateful night. Panic had set in. He was afraid that Keionna was just like her. 

Pulling his wits about him like a hen gathering her chicks before a storm, Bryan climbed back into the captain's chair, started the motor and slowly cruised back to the cabin. After securing the boat, he lit a fire in the living room and went in search of his Dad's best scotch. Pouring a small amount into the tumbler he sank to the floor and stared into the flames. How was he going to explain all this to Keionna? Would she understand? Had he scared her off? Bryan drifted off to a troubled sleep, his mind sorting unanswerable questions, the alcohol untouched in his hand.

Chapter Seven

It was late the next morning when Bryan was gently shaken awake. He opened his eyes to find a radiant red-haired angel cradling his face. The sunlight made a glorious nimbus around her head, crowning her with glory. Her white blouse fairly dazzled his eyes as he soaked in the clean scent of her.

"Och, me bairn," the angel whispered, brushing her warm, moist lips against his eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his lips. Muttering other Irish nonsense, the heavenly creature pulled Bryan against her, clutching him tightly, stroking his hair.

It was the sensation of a full bosom against his bare chest that alerted Bryan that this wasn't just some waking dream. The fog slowly lifting from his anguished brain, the strong sensation of warm supple arms enfolding him, the full lips murmuring in his ear, the swell of hip pressed against his rooted him back into this reality. With a deep shuddering breath, he became fully conscious, fully aware of the heavenly creature in his arms. 

"My God, you must hate me!" Bryan stammered.

Pulling back, Keionna looked at him in alarm. "What!? No, Bryan, my bairn, no, never!" Again she clasped him close, whispering affections in his ears.

Gently Bryan pushed her back so that they could look each other in the eye.

"I think I have some explaining to do."

Over the next hour, Bryan related the salient points of his break up and subsequent depression to Keionna. He left out the graphic details of that horrible night. The telling acted as a sort of exorcism for Bryan. The recounting of the generic details out loud triggered detailed memories that he kept to himself. Yet, unlike last night, or worse, last fall, those memories didn't have a crippling effect on Bryan.

For her part, Keionna listened patiently. Her face was full of concern and horror, but she did not interrupt Bryan's account. She kept in close physical contact during his recitation. She stroked Bryan's arms, ran her fingers across his chest, would press her breasts against his arms, occasionally grasping his hand and bringing it to her lips. She did this unconsciously, sensing a need on Bryan's part for a physical connection to the real world, while his mind spun out the remembered story of his past.

After Bryan had left the Lodge last night, Keionna had curled on her bed and cried. She was sure her wonton sexuality had somehow triggered Bryan's panicked reaction. At first, she had felt guilty at the pain she had caused him. Later as she wrestled with the complications this would bring to their relationship, she realized his shocked reaction wasn't to her, but to a memory. She had divined early on that Bryan had a bad experience with love in his past. He carried the hurt around him like a faded bruise, healing yet still sensitive to touch. When they had started making out last night, she thought that was the right way to help him heal, to get over the pain. His paralytic reaction to her reaching for his groin had frightened her. He had been engaging so enthusiastically to their sex that his catatonic reaction was unnerving. 

Keionna decided early this morning that there was something in Bryan's past that had triggered his panic. It wasn't her. It wasn't their sex. It was a memory, an event that had changed Bryan. Her goal today had been to discover that event, and then see is she could help Bryan overcome that fear he had learned to have.

Bryan's story came to slow stop. "I spent all those weeks talking to that councilor, yet we never got near any memories of that night." A shudder wracked through him and he pulled Keionna closer for comfort. "In the drunk haze of the weeks after I must have repressed it. When I got sober, I thought my aversion to sex was just an offspring of her hateful words to me that night. I was even thinking I got over that this summer when I began to..." Here Bryan stumbled. He wasn't sure what Keionna's reaction would be to masturbation, or his voyeuristic tendencies towards his parents.

"Get physical with me?" Keionna supplied. Bryan smiled at her misconstruction.

"Yeah, you, uh, really did get me excited. That wee little bikini you wore. That green sundress." Looking her over now, Bryan focused on her chest. He was astonished to realize, Keionna wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her white blouse showed her nipples quite clearly, and the amount of cleavage revealed by the number of buttons was tantalizing.

Seeing where his gaze was affixed, Keionna laughed, "Well it is good to know you like the sight of me knockers." She wiggled her torso, causing her breasts to sway enticingly under the thin fabric. They both laughed at the result that had on her stiffening nipples.

"Well, let's get you up and fed, you must be fair jaded. Let me do a fry up for ya." With that Keionna became all business. She set about making coffee in the kitchen and then cracking eggs, slicing potatoes, and frying bacon in a pan. She made no comment when Bryan poured the untouched scotch down the drain. He gave her a tender kiss on the cheek and excused himself to the bathroom for a shower. Keionna fought down the urge to go help him scrub his back. Yet she was encouraged by how his hand lingered on her ass as he walked away.

After several cups of coffee, an enormous breakfast by his usual standards, Bryan was amazed to see that clock strike 2 pm in the afternoon.

"Oh, my god!" He exclaimed, "My parents are due any time today for the holiday."




Summer Camp Pt. 02



"Holiday?" Keionna inquired.

"Yes, the Fourth of July. We have the whole clan up here again, and they were taking off work early to come get things ready."

As if the mere mention of their name was a magic summons, the couple turned as they heard a car coming up the driveway. Sure enough, Joe and Alicia had arrived right on cue. Pleasantly surprised to find Keionna at the cabin, they quickly enlisted the young people's help in getting the car unloaded and supplies stowed away in the cabin.

"Now, let's go fishing before the holiday crowd scares the fish to the darkest depths." Joe insisted. He started loading poles and reels into Bryan's arms, even giving Keionna a pair of tackle boxes.

"I will stay here." Alicia announced. "I have plenty to do before company comes tomorrow. Bryan you've done fine keeping the place clean, but I need to give it a once over before your Grandma comes."

"I'd be happy to stay and help, Mrs. Andrews." Keionna offered. "I like eating fish, but I really don't like the process of catching them."

"Wont Thom be needing you over at the lodge? What with all the tourists and regulars here for the Fourth?" Joe asked. "We could drop you off at the lodge before we go out."

"Thank you, Mr. Andrews, but Unca Thom insisted that I have this weekend off to experience a real American holiday. I think he also wanted me to have more time with Bryan, too." This was said with a mischievous glance at Bryan. "See last night, Bryan asked Unca Thom if he could begin formally callin' on me, ya see."

Joe and Alicia looked at each other in amazement. Bryan was blushing furiously, as Keionna reached out and took his hand in hers. "I have said yes to his attentions, and am willing to let him call on me."

"Well, then." Uttered Joe. "Uh, that's great. So, uh, Bryan would you rather stay here then with your, um, young lady?"

"No," Keionna interrupted before Bryan could answer. "Bryan should go with his Da and catch these fish. I would stay here and help Mrs. Andrews prepare for her company."

"Let me just call your Uncle Joe and make sure that's okay, but I would love to have some help, and some extra feminine touch to getting this place ready. Mind you, Bryan has done a nice job of keeping the place clean, but I got a look at the laundry room, and the dishes in the sink. Honestly, kicking them out of the house will be a relief." Alicia grabbed the phone and called the Lodge, verifying with Thom that it was indeed okay if Keionna was with them and that he had all the help he needed at the Lodge. Alicia surmised that Thom knew more about his niece and her son then he was letting on, and she intended to get the facts from him later.

Turning around, she found the other three still standing there. Joe and Bryan's hands full of fishing tackle, Keionna securely attached to her son's right arm. The light was from behind the trio, and she realized that Keionna was lacking a certain article of underwear.

Clearing her throat, "Boys, Get!" She commanded and began shooing them out the door. Waving the men goodbye and good luck, she turned to Keionna and grasped her hands warmly. "Now, first off we make a batch of ice tea. We can get to know each other as we clean up the kitchen. And before I forget, Thank you for helping today. Joe and Bryan are great helpers around the house, but only after they have gotten the fishing itch scratched. So, tell me about your home in Ireland..."

The girls spent a happy afternoon doing domestic work. Once the tea was made and the dishes cleaned, Alicia slipped into the bedroom and took her own bra off. If the young lady was unconscious about her body, Alicia was determined to be also. She changed into a short skirt and a light flowered blouse. Keionna complimented her on her clothes when she came out of the bedroom. Alicia was beginning to really take a liking to this young Irish girl, her honesty and cheerfulness was quite a pleasant change from Bryan's previous girlfriend.

Out on the lake the men were having good luck finding the fish. In a matter of two hours, they had caught their daily limit and were preparing to head back to the cabin. A long tradition amongst the Andrew's men dictated that there was mostly silence while fishing. Once the day was done, and they had their creel full, or had given up hope, then the taboo was lifted. Time for conversation had arrived.

"Well, I see you took my advice and decided to work on international relations," Joe quipped, giving his son a sly look.

"Keionna's a special gal, Dad." Real special¸ Bryan thought to himself. He then told his Dad about their lessons together on world history, his games of GO with Thom at the lodge. His growing affection and attraction for Keionna. "I'm taking it kinda slow, though I guess. I only, um, started seeing Keionna in that light this week."

Joe nodded in understanding. Bryan's history with girls had him worried that Bryan may have given up on them. "Keionna's a fine looking young woman, yet she seems to have a great head on her shoulders too." Joe complimented. Sensing his son's discomfort, he let the matter drop. Alicia would have a strong opinion of the girl after spending the afternoon with her. The men tidied up the boat and cruised home. Securing the boat, Bryan groaned. Sensing his son's feelings, "You know she hates it if we ask her to cook them without them being cleaned."

"I know Dad, I just wish..." It was an old argument in the Andrews' house. If you caught it, you cleaned it. Simple as that, Grandma Andrews' had established that rule long before Bryan came around. There was a table by the shore that was there just for that purpose. Bryan grudgingly set about cleaning the fish. By unspoken agreement, Bryan stayed to clean them all, while Joe went up to the cabin.

Walking into the cabin, Joe discovered the girls sitting at the counter sipping tea. "May I have a glass of that?" He noticed his wife had changed clothes. Appreciating her attire, he sidled up to her for a kiss.

"Not like that you don't!" Alicia shuddered, pointing at the fish scales on his clothing. "I want my man clean first." With that, she imperiously pointed at the shower. Taking the tea offered to him by Keionna, Joe paused. Where those her nipples he could see poking through her blouse? Turning away, he looked at Alicia for help, only to realize she too was showing through her blouse. Joe turned hastily away from both the ladies and beat a retreat to the bathroom. Alicia turned to Keionna and winked.

Bryan was not too much longer; he brought the cleaned and filleted fish into the kitchen. Turning to his mother and Keionna, he smiled.

"Well, I suppose the happy fisherman wants a kiss for his catch, eh?" Keionna looked questioningly at Alicia. With firmness in her voice, she put her hands on her hips and pointed a long finger at Bryan, "I want my men to be cleaned up first!" and she pointed emphatically at the bathroom. This motion caused her breasts to shake furiously under her blouse.

Laughing openly, Alicia raised her arm to point up stairs. "Actually my dear, "your" man uses the upstairs shower, my man uses the downstairs." The two of them broke into gales of laughter. Bryan was very confused. He looked at them dumbly, aware only of the two set of female flesh jostling around enjoyably under the thin blouses the women were wearing.

Suddenly the laughter stopped. Both women were staring at him. "What?" Bryan dumbly asked.

"She told you to get cleaned up. Now go and get cleaned up, no one wants to hug a man with fish guts smeared over him!" Bryan's mother firmly pushed Bryan towards the stairs, giving his but a smack to get him going. "Be sure to wash behind your ears!" She shouted to his further embarrassment and Keionna's delight.

"You have to be firm with them, dear. Men are like dogs. Once their housebroken, you can usually trust them." Alicia instructed Keionna. The girls laughed knowingly.

"Once what is housebroken?" Joe inquired as he entered the kitchen buttoning his shirt. The helpless gales of laughter from the two women didn't help explain things.

Alicia scolded her husband out of the kitchen. "Go get the grill ready, I'll send Bryan out with the fillets when their ready." She and Keionna set about getting dinner ready. Bryan came downstairs in loafers, khaki shorts and a tee shirt. Keionna consented to a chaste kiss, then she sent him out to stand guard over the grill with his father.

"What do you think their plotting in there?" Joe wondered when Bryan arrived with the fish. He had the feeling his wife was up to something devious and had enlisted Keionna's help in the matter.

"Plotting? Um, I dunno." Bryan stammered. When he had retrieved the plate of fillets, he realized Keionna still hadn't donned a bra. While that excited him, he worried how his mom would view this. Turning to catch his mom's expression he was taken aback to discover she too was sans brassiere. Conflicted as he was by his interest in his mother's body, his intense attraction to Keionna, and the vague uneasiness about sex brought up by his recollection of that horrible night, Bryan was clueless as to his father's line of inquiry.

Curious about Bryan's sudden withdrawal, Joe touched Bryan's shoulder, "Hey, Bud, you there?" In the long months after he brought Bryan home from the bus station, Bryan would have moments where he would just check out. Concerned, he gently asked, "You've not started drinking again?" 

Bryan shook his head, smiled over at his father, "No, Dad, No. Just a weird moment, sorry. I guess I am a bit surprised to find myself with someone like Keionna. You know after everything, I didn't think anything like that would happen. So..." 

Supper went extremely well. The boys kept stealing glances at the girls, trying to get a closer look at their unencumbered breasts. For their, part both of the women flirted outrageously with their respective companion. Alicia was quite bold with Joe, Keionna a bit restrained, as she was careful about Bryan's emotions.

As supper ended, Bryan insisted that he and Keionna would clean up the kitchen. He wanted some time alone with her to talk over last night and this morning. He sent his parents off to take a walk. With their own intentions for their privacy, Joe and Alicia readily agreed. Alicia grabbed a blanket off the porch swing as the two set out. Bryan noticed the blanket missing and guessed rather naughtily, what use it was going to be put to.

Trying to clear a vision of his naked parents from his mind, he turned to find Keionna sitting on the counter motioning him to her. "Time now for a proper reward for the great fisherman!" She planted her lips firmly on Bryan's and wrapped her long legs around his waist. After a nice long kiss, she pulled back. "I know, you need some time. You still want to be with me, but need to put those memories aside. It's okay. I am here to give you some much better memories. So if just snogging is all we do, well that's just fine." She pressed her lips to his, demonstrating the meaning of her Irish words. Eventually they parted and set about cleaning up the kitchen talking quietly about nothing in particular.

Bryan offered to drive Keionna home. "Let's take the boat please." Keionna requested. "Unca Thom dropped me off this morning," explaining how she had arrived at Bryan's house. They walked arm in arm down to the lake. "You're parents have been gone a long time." She looked at Bryan.

"Oh, I think they're just fine. Um, Mom grabbed a blanket so I don't know how much 'walking' they were gonna do." Keionna nodded her head in appreciation. 

"They sure are in love aren't they?" She remarked.

Bryan nodded, thinking of the times he had seen them engaged in sexual activity this summer. "Mmm, yes they are." He handed Keionna into the Maristar. Casting off, Bryan lightly sprang into the boat. Starting up the motor, he backed the boat up and turned slowly for deeper water. Keionna came up and sat in his lap. With a questioning look she took his free hand and brought it to her lips and then to her breast. Bryan smiled, leaned forward and kissed her. Then he took his hand, slipped it under her blouse, and cupped her firm breast. A look of happy contentment lit her face as he began grazing his thumb over her nipple. Without much more ado, Bryan escorted Keionna home to the Lodge. He walked her to the door. Giving her a chaste kiss, he was sure to say good evening to Thom on his way out.

Thom beckoned his niece over to the bar. "I take it things are still going grand?"

Keionna smiled at her "Uncle." "Yes, dear 'Unca'! Very grand indeed."

Chapter Eight

The Fourth of July holiday weekend passed by quickly in the minds of celebrants. Joe's brother and family came up to the cabin. Alicia's mother arrived late in the day. His younger cousins kept Bryan quite busy: going fishing, kayaking, and hiking through the woods. Keionna was a very popular addition to the family gathering, even winning over Alicia's reserved mother. For the Fourth, Joe's three cousins and their families joined the festivities. Between the parade, picnic, and the evening fireworks everyone was quite involved in having a good time.

Since July 5 fell on Sunday, most of the extended family had stayed the night. Many of the younger kids camped out in the yard in tents. Bryan being the oldest kinda fell into the role of camp councilor. Keionna quickly pitched in and the two made a great time of entertaining the younger crowd, while the elders played cards, cooked, fished, and reminisced about the good ole days.

Bryan appreciated Keionna's presence more than ever. The first year of dating his past girlfriend, she had taken one look at the mob of youngsters, gone into a sulk and generally made herself scarce. The past two years she had refused to come for the Fourth. Now, though Bryan actually found himself enjoying his role with the younger half of the clan. Keionna was a natural with the kids. Poor imitations of her Irish lilt could be heard echoing all over the cabin.

They two organized games soccer and ultimate Frisbee. They even got the kids to agree to an impromptu talent show that had the adults in stitches watching the antics of the younger crowd.

Joe and Alicia were gaining a lot of respect and admiration for Bryan's new girlfriend. She was always smiling and quick to share in the chores regardless of what needed to be done. Keionna was never far from Bryan's side, but she wasn't clingy or possessive of him either. In fact their relationship was so natural, most of the relatives thought the two had been dating for months, not just days.

Seeing how happy Bryan was with Keionna, Alicia's fears for her son's emotions faded away. When Keionna had offered to stay and help prepare for the weekend, Alicia had used that time to gently ferret out some intel on Bryan's new friend. What she had discovered had heartened her greatly. Seeing the two together and enjoying playing with the younger crowd put finis to any concerns Alicia had. 

Other than the fact that Keionna had been bra-less that first day. And why had she felt the need to compete with the young girl? From Joe's lustful energy on their "walk" after dinner, Alicia was sure he had noticed that both the women were missing that customary piece of clothing. She was comforted to note that Keionna was properly attired while the company was around. Even the bathing suit she had worn swimming with the younger kids had been a nice modest one-piece. Had the kids been up to something prior to her arrival? There had been no evidence of such, but then she hadn't been looking.

During the weekend gathering, she had watched the young pair for any signs of advanced sexual behavior. No odd wet spots on Bryan's pants, no extended absences, no PDA's, in fact she barely could recall them kissing, just a lot of hand holding and such. After Bryan's past experiences, Alicia felt reassured that he would be cautious in the sexual activity area. She didn't want to think about her exhibitionist behavior, and what effect that may have on Bryan. Alicia was happy that her son was happy.

The relatives all left after dinner Sunday. A tired but content set of Andrews sat around the outdoor fire scar.

"Whew! I am glad that is over," exclaimed Joe, lounging back in his chair a cold beer in hand.

"The lack of noise is a little odd." Bryan and Keionna were side by side in the swing, tall glasses of ice tea. Bryan had one arm loosely around Keionna's shoulders. "Did I have that much energy at that age, Dad?"

"Hmm, what age was that? I doubt I could have kept up with you two, much less that whole mob of kids." 

Alicia interrupted, "Yes, you did, and because you were the first, you never had anyone to play with. You always seemed underfoot. Your Grandpa would look after you. He always had something special planned."

"Yeah, Wish he could still be here now." All three of the Andrews nodded thoughtfully at that remark.

"Keionna, let me express our deepest thanks for helping Bryan oversee the younger generation this year. He has not always appreciated that task." Alicia smiled warmly at the Irish girl.

"It was my pleasure, Mrs. Andrews. I don't have any cousins back in Ireland. It was fun to be with so many people from the same family." 

"Well this is the one time of the year the whole clan usually gets together. My brother and his boys are up several times during the summer." Joe opinioned, "Course now they may want to come more often to see this foreign beauty we have amongst us." They all laughed. The cousins had taken quite a shine to Keionna, the obviousness of their infatuation written all over their every move.

"Gee, I have no idea what they see in her." Bryan let out a woof as Keionna elbowed him in the ribs. "All these sharp joints poking around." A female fist smacked onto his thigh. "And that crazy way of talkin'? 'Och, me bairn this, and me bloody'..." The fist to his shoulder finally got Bryan to stop, though it was that as much as the laughter.

"I'm teasing, Keionna." Bryan bent his head forward for a kiss. Keionna dodged away.

"Well, me bairn," Keionna retorted, "if that is what you think, no snogging for you!" Crossing her arms she pulled away from Bryan.

Bryan slid to one knee in front of Keionna, "Galar an grá nach leigheasann luibheanna." He spoke softly, lifting both her hands to his lips. The kiss Keionna blessed Bryan with was more than chaste, quick, or simple.

"My goodness, what did he say to deserve that my dear?" queried Alicia, touched by Bryan's gentleness and Keionna's ardent response.

Disentangling her tongue from Bryan, yet not releasing him, "He said, 'Love is a sickness that no herb can cure'." The look Keionna gave Bryan answered any question the parents had as to whether the young couple was in love.

Oblivious to his parents startled expressions, Bryan recited, 

"This heart that flutters near my heart 
My hope and all my riches is, 
Unhappy when we draw apart 
And happy between kiss and kiss: 
My hope and all my riches -- - yes! -- - 
And all my happiness. 

For there, as in some mossy nest 
The wrens will divers treasures keep, 
I laid those treasures I possessed 
Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep. 
Shall we not be as wise as they 
Though love live but a day?"

Alicia reached out and took Joe's hand in hers. "We'll I guess that education we paid for is showing some worth, eh?" She winked at Joe's dumbstruck face.

"More like the internet connection you pay for," chuckled Bryan as he rose and sat back down pulling Keionna into his arms. "I have had a reason to be doing some research on Ireland lately. Eh? A Ghrá Gael?" Keionna snuggled back into his shoulder.

"Aye, me bairn, Aye." 

"Well, seeing as our bonny lad has won the heart on yonder fair maiden, let us repose ourselves to the manse, and give them space to be," quoth Joe in a very poor Irish brogue. Taking Alicia's hand in his, he rose. "Let me whisper sweet mumblings in your ear. There once was a man from Nantucket..." Alicia clapped a hand firmly over his mouth.




Summer Camp Pt. 03



The two young lovers on the porch were quietly engaged in their own romantic entwinings. 

Bryan watched his Dad carry his mom into their bedroom. He knew very well what his parents were going to be doing. The thought brought about a stiffening in his pants. Not that Keionna's hand running up and down his thigh wasn't having its own growing results. 

Keionna leaned into Bryan's shoulder with a sigh. "They love each other very much, don't they?" she asked as she looked warmly into Bryan's brown eyes. He could see the burning desire smoldering in Keionna's green orbs. 

Responding, he leaned into her and pressed his lips to hers. Flicking the tip of his tongue over her full lips, he muttered, "Yes, they do. As I am beginning to love you, a Ghrá Gael." He cupped a full breast in his hand, gently palming the fullness of her, as she moaned with pleasure in his mouth.

Swaying slowly on the swing, the young couple felt the mounting heat between them rising. With no intention of rushing him, Keionna pressed her bosom into Bryan's hand, relishing in the feel of his gentle hands caressing her. She reached one arm behind his neck and kept him close to her, moaning her encouragement to his physical attentions.

Bryan alternated between kissing her lips, sucking on an earlobe, and nuzzling her lovely neck. Meanwhile he kept up his assault on her breast. He reached around her back and unsnapped her bra through the thin fabric of her tank top.

"Oh, my!" exclaimed Keionna breathlessly as his hands found the hem of her top and stroked her tummy. Slowly, Bryan worked his hands up towards her breasts. Slipping underneath her loosened bra, Bryan gently tickled the undersides of her heaving bosom. Then fully covering her breasts, he began to gently knead her flesh in his palms. Keionna was in a very highly agitated state. Bryan's mouth and hands had heated her blood, her desire for him was enflaming her core, yet she didn't want to push him too far. It had been several days since their last abortive sexual encounter. Keionna kept looking at Bryan questioningly, trying to assure herself that he was okay.

Bryan notice the concerned look on her face. "It's okay, let me lead for a while, eh?" Bryan slid to his knees between Keionna's thighs; he lifted her tank top exposing her breasts. He gently suckled first the left nipple into his mouth, then the right. He held his hands over her chest as he then kissed her long, slow, and passionately.

Keionna ran her fingers through his hair as she pulled Bryan against her tits. His tongue was flicking over her nipples. He would stop and suck her entire breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue over her nipples all the while. Then Bryan would pull back, draw lazy circles around the other globe until he zeroed in on her nipple, and then repeat the process of sucking and mouthing the entire breast.

Keionna felt her pleasure swelling, her pelvis was pressing against Bryan's stomach, by arching her back she could press her mound against him and increase the pleasure she was feeling. Sensing her need, Bryan drew his hands down her sides and unclasped the waist of her shorts. He gripped the tops of the shorts and as Keionna breathlessly raised her hips, pulled her shorts and panties down to her ankles.

Panting at this unexpected development, Keionna gasped, "What about your parents?"

"They're too busy making love to come bother us." Bryan winked up at her as he massaged the tops of her thighs. Tenderly spreading her legs, he took a good look at her sex. Keionna had closely trimmed pelvic hair. Bryan guessed she must shave some due to the style of bikini she wore. Her pussy lips were engorged and slightly wet from her arousal. As he lowered his face towards her quivering belly, Bryan caught the musky odor of her excitement. He blew gently towards her nether lips, watching the pubic hair swirl in the gust of his breath.

Bryan made gentle first contact with Keionna's pussy. He had his lips pressed into a moue as he slowly ran them over the entrance to her vagina. Letting the tip of his tongue poke through, he leisurely traced the folds of her labia. Little by little, he picked up the pace of his oral attentions to her slippery folds. His left hand gently massaging Keionna's breast, Bryan brought his right hand between her legs. Probing with a thumb at the top of her cleft, he exposed Keionna's tender clitoris. Gasping for breath, she grabbed hold of his hair in both hands. Nodding her permission, Keionna looked directly into Bryan's eyes as his pouty lips encircled her engorged clitoris and lapped it. 

Explosions erupted in her head. Waves of intense pleasure rocketed out from her clit. Bryan suckled her clit, and then would lick the length of her pussy, only to return to clit. Then he slipped a single finger into her pussy. He would wiggle the penetrating finger around as he pulled his mouth from her. When she would grab a quick breath, Bryan would cease moving the finger to again attack her clit with his persistent lips. Setting up a rhythm, Bryan soon had Keionna bucking up and down on the swing. 

Raising himself up, Bryan slid a second finger in alongside the first. Curving the fingers, he ran the tips along the front of her vagina as he pulled them out, thrusting them back in to repeat the cycle. He leaned forward as Keionna pulled his mouth to hers. She didn't care that it was wet with her own juices; she wanted that mouth on hers. She thrust her tongue into his mouth as he thrust his fingers into her pussy. 

She felt the orgasmic pulses starting. Bryan's fingers were a blur as they plunged in and out of her. Grasping Bryan's biceps, Keionna breathed, "I cum." She did. In a rush, a heated flood roared through her body. She grabbed the hand invading her cunt and held it still, deep within her. Bryan watched as she flushed from the neck down. He was holding his breath right with Keionna as she experienced her orgasm. He felt her pussy walls clenching his fingers buried in her vagina.

"Oh, my dear, what you have done to me!" Keionna kissed Bryan deeply. She pulled his hand from her cunt and licked his fingers clean. "You may do that anytime you want, my love." She pulled him closer as some aftershocks of her orgasm shook her torso. Bryan grinned widely as she moaned some more.

"We need to make you more comfortable." Keionna whispered as she pulled his shirt over his head. She kissed him deeply, patting the seat next to her she indicated he should sit on the swing. She reached for her shorts, pulling them up. Bryan was looking closely at her bottom, admiring her pert behind. "You can see more of that later, man."

She pushed him down on the swing, and took his place on the ground, kneeling before him. "May I?" She asked as she ran her hands along his thighs. Bryan granted his consent. "Are you sure my love? I so much want to do this, but ..." In response Bryan unbuckled his belt, unzipped his shorts and took her hands in his as he slid his shorts and briefs down.

Bryan's semi-erect penis popped out from the constricting fabric. He couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure as he was released from the confines of his shorts. Keionna smiled up at him, and then focused her full attention on his member. Bryan's penis was getting harder as she looked at it. She traced her fingers along his thighs and lightly ran the tips through his pubic hair. She traced down and delicately scratched at his scrotum, heavy with his testicles. As she did, Bryan's penis gave an involuntary twitch and visibly lengthened and thickened. Yummm, she thought to herself as she grasped the now hard member in front of her. Cupping the balls in one hand, Keionna used the other to start pumping his cock.

She went slowly at first. Concerned about Bryan having another memory attack, she glanced up to his eyes to find them closed with pleasure. Smiling to herself, Keionna leaned in and kiss the tip of his penis. She increased her pace as she stuck out her tongue and licked the head of the gorgeous cock in front of her. She used one hand to gently massage Bryan's testicles, as she pumped her other fist up and down. When she had him fully erect, she made a tight ring with thumb and forefinger and clamped down tight by the root of the cock. She made a circle with her mouth and pressed her lips around the head. Gradually sucking more of the shaft into her mouth, Keionna ran her tongue around the glans.

Her technique was exquisite. She would fist his shaft several times, and then engulf his cock into her mouth. She kept her tongue lapping along the head and around the ridge as she set a steady rhythm to her cocksucking. With her other hand, Keionna would bounce one ball in the palm of her hand, then the other, occasionally pulling the entire sack away from his body until he tightened up. She would then release and begin the whole process over again.

Bryan was fascinated. Here was a wonderfully delightful, intelligent, and beautiful creature, sucking his cock. He was in another place. Keionna kept up her ministrations of his penis, looking up at him as she pushed his cock into her cheek. The obscene view of his penis bulging out the side of her face drove Bryan crazy. In his excitement, his engorged member twitched on its own. Keionna only seemed to become more ardent the more aroused he became.

Sliding her tongue over the tip of his penis, Keionna tasted the slight saltiness of his pre-cum lubrication. Encouraged by this effect she increased the pace of her strokes on his cock. Fully determined to give him an orgasm as intense as her own, Keionna slid a finger of her free hand into her mouth, covering it with spit. She then reached under Bryan's pelvis and massaged his prostrate. Spreading his legs in ecstasy, Bryan closed his eyes and laid his head back, finally surrendering to Keionna.

When he felt her finger begin probing his anus, Bryan looked up in alarm. "Trust me," the angel sucking his cock mouthed before she swallowed his entire length into her mouth. Relaxing, he watched closely as she stroked his cock ever faster. When her finger slipped past his sphincter and the first knuckle hit home, Bryan erupted. It was like no ejaculation he had ever had. Keionna kept her finger in his ass still, but her fist and mouth were working furiously. After the first convulsion of his balls, Bryan looked down and to his amazement; he saw that his penis was still in her mouth! She was taking his cum in her mouth! He erupted again. On the third ejaculation, Keionna opened her mouth just a bit so that Bryan could see his semen spurt onto her tongue. That did it. Bryan thought his balls were going to burst as the last to spurts filled Keionna's lovely mouth. She stopped squeezing his penis and testicles. She held his sensitive cock against her lips as she very consciously swallowed Bryan's cum. Withdrawing her finger from his ass, she smiled demurely as she wiped a stray spray of cum from her chin.

"Thank you, my bairn." She uttered huskily as she slid her arms around his neck.

"Thank you? What, You're the one who..."

"I know, but you took care of me first, and well, that was just lovely." The Irish lass kissed her American lover on the lips. The taste of their comingled juices seemed a fitting spice to the kiss.

Holding Keionna closely, Bryan noticed the lights were out in the cabin. "Hey, let's go for walk. Eh?" He said indicating the house. Shyly the two rearranged their clothing, and slipped off the porch heading for the beach.

Hand in hand, the young couple strolled the path through the woods to the dock. Their hands couldn't stop groping each other. Fondling an ass cheek or a breast, cupping a groin, it was surprising they didn't trip and fall on the tree roots.

When they got to the dock, with unspoken agreement they undressed in front of each other. There was a partial moon out giving a pale luminescence to their exposed skin. They each drank in the vision of their naked bodies. Shaking her hair loose, Keionna grabbed Bryan's hand and strode out into the water. With no splashing, they quickly were in the lake up to their necks. The water was warm and inviting. They swam around the dock playfully tugging and ducking water at each other. After a while, they swam together. Bryan stood on the bottom and Keionna wrapped her lovely legs around his waist and her ivory arms around his neck and nuzzled close to him. In this position with just their heads above water, they swayed back and forth to a quiet tune only the young lovers could hear.



Up at the cabin, Joe and Alicia roused from their stupor. 

"Wonder what the kids are doing?" Alicia ran her fingers through her hair. Pulling on a robe, she poked her head out of the bedroom. With a towel around his waist, Joe followed her. They saw the swing on the porch was empty. 

"Guess they headed home." Joe yawned.

"I need a shower." Alicia commented as she wiped a strand of sticky cum from her inner thigh.

"I have a better idea. If Bryan took Keionna home, we have time to go skinny dipping." He said with a gleam of lust in his eye.

"Uh, okay." Alicia dropped her robe on the floor and walked boldly out the door in just her birthday suit. Knowing her lusty husband couldn't resist the sway of her bare bottom, she ran lightly down the path to the lake. Joe was not far behind her. Dashing out on the pier, they did not see the pile of clothes to the side. Nor as they jumped off the end of the pier hand in hand in their complete naked glory did they notice the young couple huddled under the end of the pier.

Skinny-dipping had been one of Joe and Alicia's favorite pastimes at the cabin until Bryan had gotten into his pre-teens. The older couple got into a splashing contest in shallower water. Bryan and Keionna slipped quietly under the shadows of the dock, making for shore. Yet the sight of his mother's breasts bouncing in the moonlight captivated Bryan. For her part, Keionna was quite embarrassed at first by the sight of Mr. Andrews's manhood. She ducked her head into Bryan's shoulder. "Now what do we do?" She whispered panicked. 

As they were halfway to the shore, Bryan's parents walked out of the water leaving nothing to hide. They younger couple were entranced by the sight of their mature bodies in the moonlight. Joe slapped Alicia on the ass and then ran to the pier. The younger couple ducked under the surface. Joe ran the length of the pier, shouted "COWABUNGA!" and cannonballed into the water. With just their eyes above the surface, Bryan and Keionna watched as Alicia seductively strode out to the end of the pier and dove cleanly into the water. She came up next to Joe and pulled him in for a warm, wet kiss, only to dunk him under the water as she tried to swim for shore.

Joe came up sputtering and chased after his wife. Catching her in the shallower water, he flung her down, splashing water everywhere. The two wrestled around playfully grabbing at any exposed anatomy. Unaware of their audience, the wrestling grew more amorous then playful. Bryan knew he should get Keionna out of there, yet she was as transfixed by the ardent couple before them as he was.

Joe's erection was quite visible. Independently Bryan and Keionna compared Joe's organ to Bryan's. The older couple crawled carefully up the beach. Joe had brought his towel with him and they lay down on it in a heated embrace.

Pulling her legs up, Alicia spread her thighs to accept Joe's cock into her cunt. He slipped the length of his penis into her warm pussy in one stroke. This time their passion had them grunting and thrusting in an animal passion. With their earlier sex, both partners were aroused and ready. Alicia's breasts were bouncing violently in time with Joe's thrusts. The younger couple could hear the slap of Joe's balls against Alicia's ass as he pounded his penis into his wife.

To his embarrassment, Bryan could feel his penis growing. Trying to turn away from the sight of his parent's lovemaking, he brushed his engorged cock against Keionna's belly. A feral look came into her eyes as she looked him in the face. Keionna grabbed his cock and started stroking it in time to Joe's thrusts. She grabbed Bryan's hand and pushed his fingers into her warm pussy. He gave himself into the lust of the moment and so as they watched his parents sexual union, he and Keionna masturbated each other under the shadows of the dock.

All four people came within seconds of each other. Joe and Alicia in a loud chorus of moans and grunts, Keionna and Bryan in stifled whimpers of release.

Joe collapsed sprawled next to Alicia, unaware of their wanton exposure to the younger couple.

For their part, having watched the erotic display before them, Bryan and Keionna were quite overcome, but still afraid of getting caught. They quietly tried to catch their breath as they slunk up the opposite side of the pier from his parents, in search clothes and safety. They might have made it, if not for Alicia's need to pee after sex. 

The two younger people were at the edge of the water, crouched down set to dash to their abandoned clothes, when Alicia stood up and walked their direction in search of a bush. As she squatted down facing the young people and released her stream, she came eye to eye with Bryan.

The first thing she noticed after Bryan's look of shock was his penis dangling between his legs. The second thing she noticed was a pair of swaying tits. Tits that were attached to a naked girl! Looking up into Keionna's eyes, she saw pure terror and panic written there. 

"Oh my goodness!" Alicia exclaimed as she sat back with a grunt. She continued to stare at the young couple before her as they stood pole axed and completely naked. Unaware of their stares at her bare pussy, she ran her eyes over every inch of their exposed bodies.

Unnecessarily, she uttered again, "Oh my goodness."

Keionna flushed bright red and tried to cover her breasts with one arm and her cunt with the other. Bryan for his part just stood dumbfounded as he gazed fixed on the racing stripe above his mother's splayed legs.

"What's the matter?" called Joe from the beach.

Keionna gave out a tiny squeak as she turned and saw Joe approaching. Stumbling backward over Bryan's feet she feel on her backside and squeaked again. Joe stumbled to a stop. He took in the sight of his naked wife splayed on the ground, his equally naked son gaping at him, and the young Irish girl covering her pussy with both hands, unknowingly thrusting her full bosom out towards him. Her nipples very obviously aroused. 

The four stayed like that for a nervous taut second. Simultaneously, they burst out in a multitude of sounds. Keionna cried, Bryan stammered out an apology, Alicia repeated "Oh my goodness" over and over, and Joe just laughed.

Shocked by Joe's laughter, the other three stopped mute, just staring at him.

"Well, we weren't the only ones with a desire to go swimming now were we dear?" He continued chuckling at the stupefied expression on his wife's face. "Come now; let's let Bryan get the lovely Keionna home." Unabashed he helped his wife to her feet, helped her dust of dirt and leaves from her fanny. Unconcerned about his or anyone's nudity, he took Alicia by the hand and picked up their towel and left the beach.

Thunderstruck, the two young people just looked at each other and stared at the naked backsides of his departing parents. They silently pulled their clothes on, walked up to the yard and got into the truck. Bryan delivered Keionna back to the lodge with a minimum of fuss and vowed they would talk in the morning. When he got back to the cabin there was a note on his bedroom door.

Dear Bryan,

We need to talk.

Ask Keionna to join us for lunch tomorrow.

We love you.



Mom and Dad.

"We need to talk! That's an understatement." A very confused Bryan slipped into his room and took a long time to fall asleep.




Summer Camp Pt. 04



Chapter Twelve

For the next few days the young lovers did not have much time to be alone together. Bryan was quite busy getting ahead on his correspondence courses. Due to the holiday, and the ensuing preparations and all the time spent with family he had gotten a bit behind the schedule he had set for himself. Keionna, meanwhile was working hard at the Lodge helping her Uncle Cormac. She felt a bit guilty for abandoning him during the American Holiday. She had not realized how busy things got around the lake during this high point of the summer season.

Cormac assured her that it was okay. He heartily approved of her developing relationship with young Master Bryan Andrews. Keionna immersed herself into the various tasks that contributed to the success of a restaurant like the Lodge. She had begun to think she might like to pursue a career in the hospitality industry, maybe even opening a place similar to Uncle Cormac's Lodge. 

Bryan would call her each morning after his workout on the lake. They would chat briefly about their day and then Bryan would get focused on his school work. In the evening after he had finished the chores at the cabin he had assigned for himself, Bryan would head over to the Lodge. Often taking the Maristar, occasionally biking, he would arrive just before the dinner hour. He took to helping Cormac at the bar, serving drinks and seating diners. Keionna was busy waitressing or helping Little John in the kitchen. The other staff would smile at how often the two young lovers would brush by each other. Touching a shoulder, patting a waist here, grabbing an arm there, or just mooning at the other. Their flirtations never got in the way of their work, yet the obvious fascination with the other was quite humorous to the older, experienced adults. 

At the end of the evening Cormac would often have to shove the two out the back door. "Now you go and have some quality time with that bonnie lass, boyo. Show my niece here how nice us simple Americans are. Eh?" With a twinkle in his eye, he would firmly shut the door and shut off the porch lights.

The couple would wander down the path towards the pier, inevitably ending up dangling their feet in the water on the end of the pier. A lot of cuddling and kissing would go on while the two basked in the growing warmth and seriousness of their relationship. 

Keionna told Bryan more about her life back in Ireland, her childhood, school stories, girlfriends, and her growing interest in managing a place like the lodge. For his part, Bryan talked a lot about his family and similar stories of school experiences in the states and how that contrasted to Keionna's. Not that talking was the main thing that occupied their time.

Bryan always marveled at the changes in Keionna's eyes as the moonlight reflected off the water and played with the shadows on her face. He often stopped her mid-sentence with a light kiss on the mouth. One kiss was never enough. Bryan would try and hold back, yet the sweet sensation of her lips under his drove him crazy. He would lean back slightly, see the smoke rising in her eyes, and press his lips to hers again. Her mouth would part slightly inviting his tongue to explore her mouth. Soon the light kiss became a hungry devouring of each other. Hands that had sat quietly in their laps would soon be pulling at the other's shoulders. Bryan would cup the base of Keionna's skull and pull her tighter to him. His mouth sucking ravenously at her, slowly trying to inhale the completeness of her essence. Keionna would run her hands back and forth on his chest. Sometimes seizing a fistful of fabric as the need overcame her. She wanted to surrender herself completely to this strange, gentle, and scarred American boy. Memories of his manhood buried in her body reminded Keionna this was no boy, this man had captured her body and soul.

One weeknight in mid-July they found themselves firmly dismissed from the Lodge much earlier than usual. The dinner crowd had been very light that evening. Cormac and Angie insisted they had things well in hand. After walking the path along the shore, Keionna and Bryan found themselves on a secluded little cove just off the main swimming beach by the town. While they could hear the light noise coming from the main drag, there were no streetlights illuminating the water. Trees and bushes grew right down to the water's edge. Just across from them was a small island on the lake. Too small for any buildings, it ws covered in old forest growth. Looking around Bryan noticed that he could not see the piers or windows of any of the houses nearby. Despite being 50 yards from Lodge, they were completely isolated.

Keionna found a comfortable deadfall to sit on and taking Bryan's hand, they sat down to watch the setting sun's reflections dance on the waves. Sensing the change in mood, Bryan straddled the log so that he could pull Keionna closer. Leaning in, he slowly inhaled the clean female scent of his red-haired princess. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she turned towards him eyes closed. Their lips met in a shock of electric current. Keionna's hands rose to bury themselves in Bryan's hair. Their lips locked in a pulsing, playful battle; they soon lost awareness of the outside world.

Bryan's hands stroked Keionna's ribcage as their passion heated up. She had on a thin patterned blouse with many tiny buttons down the front. Bryan's fingers trailed lines of liquid fire up and down her sides. Tracing patterns on her back and shoulders as Keionna's full lips demanded more and more from her lover.

Not taking his mouth from hers, Bryan began to trace lazy circles and curlicues over Keionna's stomach. His hands worked their way up her torso, exploring the curves of her bust. She could feel the skin over her breasts tighten and flush. Her nipples grew engorged as Bryan's hands tantalized her heaving chest. Never actually landing on the erect points, he would sketch out erotic paths over her bosom.

Catching his lower lip between her teeth, Keionna grimaced, "Stop slaggin' me already and take hold of them diddies!" Bryan just chuckled deep in his throat and kept his touch light. He worked his way up to the top button and popped it open.

"Yes!" declared the vixen, rewarding Bryan with another dart of her tongue into his mouth.

Bryan took over five minutes, gradually loosening each button, finally reaching the bottom of Keionna's blouse, by this point she was panting with desire. Her hands were filled with fistfuls of Bryan's hair. She leaned into him, trying to press her aching nipples against his chest. He held her back, still keeping his lips firmly engaged with hers.

His nimble fingers found the clasp of her bra in the front. He paused and looked her closely in the eye. 

"Well? Don't wait for an invitation boyo," Keionna panted back, her lips eagerly seeking to regain contact with his.

Bryan resumed his assault on her bosom. Deftly releasing the clasp, he freed her breasts from the support of her bra. Keionna's nipples were hard little points. The cool night air pebbled the exposed skin of her torso. As his warm hands captured her blushing breasts, Keionna sighed in abandon.

Hefting the soft forms in the palms of his hands, Bryan left a trail of warm kisses from her mouth down the side of her face till he found the throbbing vein at the base of her neck. His mouth formed a seal over the spot and his tongue flicked in time to her racing pulse. His hands began a gentle kneading of her ample bosom. Again he focused his attention to the whole quivering breast, yet deliberately avoiding her nipples.

Keionna laid her head on Bryan's shoulder, her hair cascading forward, covering his hands that were tormenting her body. She yearned for him to land on her engorged nipples. The pain of desire in them was reaching an unbearable level, when she felt Bryan's mouth moving down the slope of the right side of her chest. She held her breath, waiting in anticipation for the moment when his lips enclosed her nipple in a warm, wet embrace.

She felt a flood of moisture in her pussy. Bryan used just the firm grip of his lips to milk the tip of her breast. Thinking it couldn't get any more intense, a thrill shot through her body from her left nipple to the core of her sex, as Bryan's thumb began to flick against her exposed left breast. Keionna's clit began to throb in time to the sucking ministrations of Bryan's mouth on her bare chest. Throwing her head back, she let out a feline purr of contentment. Bryan's mouth popped loose. The shock of cool air on the exposed nipple caused Keionna's eyes to flit open, until she felt her left nipple surrounded by the warmth of Bryan's lips. His thumb went to work on the wet nipple of her right breast.

Wanting contact with his bare skin, Keionna's fingers tore at the hem of Bryan's polo, pulling it up over his head. Before he had a chance to latch onto her breast again, she suckled first on Bryan's right nipple then the left, using her teeth to lightly scrape the skin.

They sought each other's mouths again, as Bryan slipped her blouse and bra off her shoulders. They each placed a thumb over a tight nipple and flicked back and forth as their tongues did as similar dance.

Now fully aroused and wanting to take charge, Keionna pushed Bryan back on the log and reached for his belt. Planting wet kisses all over his torso, she unbuckled, unzipped, and tugged his shorts and briefs down past his thighs. Feeling his erect penis flop out and brush her tits, she sandwiched his delicious cock between her breasts and gyrated back and forth. The feeling of his manhood caught in the valley brought a gush of pre-cum to the tip of Bryan's penis.

When he felt the wet roughness of her tongue licking the moisture from the end of his raging hard-on, Bryan almost exploded. His cock was twitching of its own accord, until Keionna slowly sucked the full length of his shaft into her mouth. She gagged a little as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She held the fullness of his manhood there as she relaxed to the feel of his hard cock in her mouth. 

She looked up at Bryan. He was overwhelmed with the sight her big green eyes looking at him with adoration, as his rigid penis was engulfed by her wet lips. He couldn't remember seeing a sight so perfect, yet so naughty. Keionna pulled her head back. Bryan could see the hollowness of her checks as well as feel the firm suction as she let his cock just about pop free. With deliberate slowness she pulled the fullness of him back into her mouth. Bryan laid back and focused his thoughts on the exquisite oral attention his lover ws giving to his penis.

Keionna bent forward to her task. She cupped Bryan's testicles in her small hand, gently massaging them as she sucked up and down the shaft of Bryan's cock. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his member. When she would pull back, she would let her teeth just catch at the ridge of the head, not enough to hurt. Then she would thrust the whole thing back into her throat. Up and down the length of him she sucked and nibbled. Sensing the buildup of his passion, she released her suction and took a grip around the base of his scrotum. Pulling his balls gently away from his body, she leaned lower and licked his balls, taking first one, then the other into the warmth of her mouth. 

The firmness of her grip on his ballsack kept Bryan from tipping over the edge. With her free hand she began to massage the muscles of his abdomen, playing in the curls of his pubic hair until she sensed that he was past the brink. Whereupon Keionna resumed her meal of Bryan's cock.

She brought him to the edge three separate times before backing off the pressure and keeping him from climaxing.

Bryan finally had enough and pulled her face to his. Devouring her lips he could taste the salty pre-cum he had been steadily leaking for the past half hour. He greedily tugged at her shorts, pulling the waistband down. With her help, Bryan got Keionna wiggled out of her shorts and panties. Still lying on his back he pushed her hips up his torso until her thighs were straddling his face. Holding her gaze with an intense look, Bryan wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulled them wider as his open mouth landed on her sopping pussy.

When she felt Bryan's warm mouth envelop her cunt, Keionna leaned back, thrusting her cunt tighter against his face. Her hands grabbed his head and pulled him to her raging sex.

Bryan's tongue began an assault on Keionna's labia that surpassed the ferocity with which she had tackled his cock. Not caring if he brought her to orgasm, Bryan's tongue made invasion on her inner entrance. He traced the length of her pussy, from anus to clitoris. He delved into the inner and outer folds of her flesh. Sometimes sucking on the knob of her essence, sometimes pushing his tongue into her deeply. Keionna rocked back in forth in time to his molestation of her womanhood. She felt an additional throbbing and realized that Bryan was humming as his mouth worked over her sex. The vibrations soon had her entire body thrumming. With a gasp she locked her thighs tight to Bryan's head as the dam broke loose and she was convulsed with waves of intense pleasure exploding out from her pussy.

Afraid she had suffocated Bryan, Keionna jumped up as soon as she had a semblance of control. Bryan's grinning face, soaked with her juices beamed up at her while she tried to catch her breath. Bryan sat up and pulled a shaking Keionna onto his lap. She grabbed his head and covered his wet mouth with hers. Licking up the wetness of her cum from his face, Keionna wanted more. Noticing that he was still plenty hard, she stood and straddled Bryan and eased her enflamed pussy onto his cock.

She pushed down slowly so as to revel in the feel of his manhood entering her body. She gasped loudly when she finally felt him hit bottom. She looked down between their conjoined bodies amazed to see his cock fully buried into her wet snatch.

"That feels so wonderful," Keionna looked deep into Bryan's eyes. She wrapped her slender legs around his waist and tried to pull him even deeper into herself. Bryan took a cheek of her ass into each hand and helped pull her tighter to his pelvis.

"You said it, girl," growled the man, then began a slow rocking motion to build up the friction between their entwined genitals. Her oral ministrations earlier had Bryan on the brink of ejaculation and the time he has spent eating her out had maintained his state of arousal. It was only a few moments before he could feel the impending pressure building in his balls.

Keionna was right behind him. The feeling of his cock deep in her pussy, just after her first orgasm, started another wave of pleasure building in her belly. Grinding her pussy against him, she encouraged Bryan to let it go, to fill her up with his cum. As the first pulsing throb of his cock announced his orgasm, Keionna felt her second explosion of the night hit. Each squirting pulse of his manhood in her throbbing tunnel jolted a wave of release throughout her enflamed body. Keionna came hard and long. Bryan's release was over as he continued to thrust into her pussy; he could feel the waves of pleasure release with each stroke. His cock maintained its firmness as he slowly sensed Keionna's orgasm come to a shuddering conclusion.

Panting for breath, they clung to each other as the throes of their love-making cooled down. Bryan cast a guilty look around the little cove, but could see they were still quite alone. He could feel the hard little nubs of Keionna's nipples burrowing channels across his chest as she fought to control her breathing.

"Oh my God! I think I am falling in love with you!" Keionna breathed into his mouth as she caught his head for a long, thankful kiss. Bryan's response was equally heartfelt.

It was some thirty minutes later that they stood outside the back porch of the Lodge saying goodnight. They lingered there just leaning against each other, hands interlocked at their sides.

Angie and Cormac watched from the inside the darkened kitchen. They too were wrapped in each other's arms. Angie looked into Cormac's face and was delighted to see the look of happiness and contentment there. "They are good for each other, no?"

Cormac just nodded and then pulled her after him to the stairs to the bedrooms.

Chapter Thirteen

Alicia came home from work exhausted. The last few weeks after the 4th of July holiday were the busiest weeks of the year at her firm. She had never quite understood why, but her boss always gave the entire staff the month of August off, so despite the breakneck pace of work during July, Alicia and her co-workers were quite happy to persevere knowing they would be rewarded in a short time.

Dropping her purse on the counter, she paused long enough to pull a bottle of wine from the rack, put in the fridge to chill, and then headed for the bedroom shower. She left a trail of garments behind her at the top of the stairs. First her shoes, then her belt, then the blouse, skirt, slip and bra dropped to the floor by the bed, her panties the last as she turned the water on for a hot bubble bath. 

As the tub slowly began to fill, she poured in an assortment of oils, salts, and soap. She went into the bedroom and rummaged through her toy drawer looking for her newest water safe vibrator. Joe had bought her this one earlier this year as a way to help her relax and "get in the mood" when he would have to stay longer at the office than usual. Finding the pink vibrator she switched it on to see if the batteries were charged. The hum assured her all was in working order.

Slowly settling herself in to the steaming water, a sigh escaped her lips as she finally immersed herself in the fragrant water. Her muscles began to loosen up from knots she had barely noticed. Laying her head back against the folded towel she just let the tension melt.

When the Andrews had remodeled the house a few years back, Alicia had insisted the put in a large bathtub for just this reason. Though it didn't take Joe long to discover the advantage of a tub large enough for two people to enjoy time together. The accompanying shower stall was also oversized. An advantage the adult Andrews had frequented often, and not just to save time, though that was Joe's excuse the first time he climbed in with his petite wife.

The long soak was having success in eliminating the stress headache Alicia had been fighting all day long. Taking the vibrator off the edge and turning it to its lowest setting, Alicia began making lazy circles over her abdomen with the length of the device against her skin. She did not have any specific fantasy in mind for her afternoon play, she just enjoyed the sensation the wand encouraged in her belly.

Rubbing the vibrator along the inside of her thighs, Alicia let her legs spread open in preparation for her masturbation. Her breathing gradually sped up. She sensed her nipples harden. Taking the tip of the vibrator, she circled her swelling nipples and increased the speed of her toy a notch. Feeling her juices begin to flow between her legs, she traced a slow path down to her crotch. As she began to manipulate the folds of her pussy, a memory of Keionna's smile came to mind. The more stimulated she became the more her thoughts centered around mind pictures of her son's girlfriend. The sunlight on her hair while swimming. Her smile after kissing Bryan. The curve of her butt when walking out to the end of the pier. Alicia went through a detailed slide show of the Irish red head changing clothes that time they had gone shopping. The slope of her young breasts, her pink areole, the flatness of her belly, the slight mound of her sex. 

When she was picturing the sight of the foreign girl's pelvis, Alicia realized how sexually charged she was. She was grinding her own sex hard around the vibrator buried deep inside her. With one hand she started pinching and tugging her clitoris, the other increased the speed with which she fucked herself. She couldn't control her thoughts. She remembered the kisses she had shared with Keionna. The wet warmth of the younger woman's mouth, the feel of their tongues meeting. Kissing the girl was so different then kissing Joe. So, wonderful...




Summer Camp Pt. 04



As she felt the first waves of her orgasm hit, Alicia realized she had wanted to repeat the incident, but time had not provided an opportunity. Guiding the head of the vibrator to strike her g-spot so as to get the maximum release of orgasmic pleasure, Alicia had a startling picture of her naked body intertwined with Keionna's, their hands fingering the other as they kissed.

Panting with release, Alicia pulled the vibrating toy from her sensitive pussy. She felt shocked at where her play session had taken her. She hadn't thought about what had happened with the Irish girl since she and Joe had driven home after the 4th of July. Apparently the pace at the office had driven the whole episode from her mind. Thinking back she could recall with delicious precision the sexcapades she and Joe had engaged in since coming home. So it wasn't some odd lack of stimulation she was reacting too, it was something else that bore a deeper level of introspection.

"Well that may make things interesting when I get to the cabin this week." Blushing over what that might all entail, Alicia pulled the stopper on the tub and got out and grabbed an oversized towel and began drying herself off. Entering the bedroom, she jerked to a guilty stop seeing Joe sitting on the edge of the bed taking off his shoes.

"Enjoy your bath?" he grinned up at his wife. Puzzled by the welter of emotions that flashed across her face, he soon was distracted as Alicia dropped her towel and then started pulling on his pants and burying her face in his crotch. Never one to discourage a blow-job, Joe lay back on the bed and surrendered himself to Alicia's talented mouth.

The following day was a Saturday. Joe helped Alicia pack the car for her month-long stay at the cabin. He would join his family full time for the last two weeks of August. Most of the time, Joe would caravan along the first weekend Alicia would head up to the cabin in summer. This weekend though he chose to stay home and do some yard work and try and get ahead on his office projects and go for a three day weekend next week to be with his family. 

They loaded up boxes of groceries and general supplies. As they had last summer they had spoken to Bryan almost every day. That was the nice thing about cell phones. They had learned about his growing affection for Keionna, how his course work was going, and had seen photos of the immense pile of firewood he had generated.

"Almost enough there to last all winter if someone had an inclination to stay," Joe had remarked in passing to Alicia. 

After the last box was in the car, Joe pulled Alicia back into the house into the living room. He embraced his elfin spouse. Running his fingers through her short hair, he leaned down for a goodbye kiss. Not surprisingly, Alicia's mouth hungrily attacked his, quickly sucking on his tongue. Running his hands down her sides, Joe slipped them under her t-shirt and fondled her bra-less breasts. He could feel his erection growing as Alicia ground her hips against his member. Releasing her bosom, Joe grabbed her ass, and lifted her up against the wall. She was fumbling with the clasp on his jeans, soon having his engorged penis free. Pushing aside the cuff of her shorts, Joe slipped his cock into his wife's wet snatch and thrust himself into her body. Both the Andrews were panting with their exertions. Last night had been a continuous game of grab ass and fucking. The lack of foreplay this morning was no impediment to their mutual desire for a fast fuck. In just a matter of minutes they were both on the edge of orgasm. Alicia wrapped her legs around her husband's torso and cried with delight as he slammed his hardness home. They came. They laughed as they weakly pulled their shaking bodies apart. 

"I hope that holds you for the week, woman. Because I think you have about broke the poor thing." Looking at Joe's rapidly shrinking penis, Alicia gently cupped her husband's wonderful tool in her hand.

"Knowing you, you'll be stroking yourself all week in anticipation of getting back in my cunny this Friday, dearheart." She kissed him long and slow. "I'll be sure to keep it nice and moist just for you." 

With one last round of ass fondling, titty groping, and crotch clutching, they made their way out to the car. Joe put his wife behind the wheel, buckled her seat belt and closed the door. Waving, Alicia backed out the driveway. Her thoughts lingered for a long time on the wonderful man she had married.

Alicia always enjoyed her solo drive up to the cabin. Even when Joe was caravanning along; her custom was to take the back roads, stopping at antique malls, soda shops, and whatever caught her fancy. Joe inevitably made the trip much faster so he and Bryan could go out fishing. There were a number of little places that Alicia had found over the years where she would stop and take her time window shopping.

Her favorite place was about a half-hour from the cabin. It was a small artist community packed with little boutiques and studios. Parking the car, she wandered the sidewalks enjoying the summer air.

Wandering in and out of the shops, she couldn't help but wonder if Keionna would like to come shopping her with her. They had such a good time in June, she was sure the girl would enjoy another girl's day out. With that in mind, Alicia started picking out certain businesses and artists she wanted to share with Keionna. 

Darting into a little tea shop, she was sure this would be a favorite for the girl from Ireland. Striking up a conversation with the proprietor, she asked after a mixture of teas that might appeal to someone from the British Isles. She was encouraged to sample a few of the common brands, she made a few selections to take with her. Alicia spied a simply elegant little tea set. The price was quite reasonable. Knowing how much it would delight herself as well as Keionna, Alicia bought the set.

After another hour strolling around the village, Alicia made her way back to the car, and finished the drive to the cabin.

Pulling up the driveway, she was proud of how neat and clean everything looked. Bryan obviously took his stewardship seriously. The property hadn't look so well maintained since her father had passed away, years ago. She and Joe had always done their best to keep the place orderly, but it wasn't possible when they were both working so much.

Sighing contentedly, Alicia carried the first basket through the door. A vase of fresh flowers was on the counter next to a pitcher of lemonade with three glasses. Standing behind the counter were Bryan and Keionna, hand in hand.

Bryan took the basket from his mother, and embraced her. Alicia wrapped her arms around her son's neck and pulled him close. They held each other for a long comfortable moment. Bryan sat his mother down at the counter, poured a glass of lemonade for her.

"We'll get the rest of the things from the car, you just relax." Bryan knew how hard his Mom usually worked during July and how valuable this time at the cabin was for her. Kissing her on the cheek he headed out the door.

Alicia held out her arms for Keionna. Blushing furiously, the Irish girl shyly stepped forward for her own hug. Unconsciously she pressed her lips to Alicia's in welcome. Their kiss went from familial to romantic in a snap. Alicia stood up, the better to reach Keionna's sweet mouth. The women pressed into each other with longing.

The sound of Bryan's footsteps on the walkway, broke the moment, Keionna started to pull back in confusion, but Alicia kept a grip on her hands and beamed at Bryan's entrance. "You have the most delightful taste in women!" and she hugged the blushing girl again.

"Here, I'll come help, too." Keionna joined Bryan and they quickly had the car unloaded and the three made their way to the deck and sat down to enjoy the lemonade and catch up.

Bryan was oblivious to any interchange between his mother and girlfriend. Keionna had her hand in his, the other lightly playing with the hair on his arm. Alicia was impressed at how obviously in love her son and his girlfriend were. It reminded her of her feelings for Joe. Thoughts of their intense fuck this morning brought a flush to her skin.

Bryan caught the look of passion flicker across his mother's eyes. He hid his knowing smirk. So his parents had gotten it on big time recently. Mom had that fuck-content look about her.

"We want to treat you to dinner at the Lodge tonight, Mom." Bryan interjected into the conversation. "Keionna has been working most evenings, so that's where I have been eating most nights. The kitchen may be a bit bare yet, besides I thought you would appreciate a night off from kitchen duty anyway." Flattered by her son's kindness, Alicia graciously acquiesced. 

"Though I think I may have to change clothes for something more appropriate." Glancing down, it was obvious that she had become somewhat aroused as her nipples were making tents of her t-shirt.

Her action made her state of arousal obvious to both young people. Enjoying the interested looks from male and female, Alicia leaned forward, thrusting her chest tighter against the fabric of her top. She slowly got up and nonchalantly sashayed her butt into the house to go change.

Bryan and Keionna gazed longingly at her tight behind. Both had vivid thoughts of what that same ass had looked like, unclothed in the moonlight. Thoughts of desire warmed them both.

Alicia changed clothes quickly. She shed her t-shirt and shorts, without bothering with a bra, she pulled on a short sundress. It was a light blue pattern with spaghetti straps. It had a built in push up bra that accentuated her cleavage, yet was conservative enough, if only barely. She put on a pair of white sandals and went to join the young couple. 

Seeing his Mom, Bryan let out a low wolf whistle. Obviously pleased with her son's reaction, Alicia twirled in place, letting the short skirt flare dangerously high on her thighs.

"Mom, you are a genuine knock-out. Pa is one lucky man." Bryan secretly considered how lucky he was to have a mom that was such a sexy woman. "I, uh, better change then too, before we leave." Keionna gave him a curious look, then glanced back and Alicia. She guessed the motivation was reasonable. If Mrs. Andrews was going dressed up a bit, then jean shorts and t-shirt were a bit off.

The ladies finished their lemonade while Bryan quickly put on khakis and a casual dress shirt. Joining the women, they all headed out to the truck and piled in. Keionna found herself in the middle between Bryan and his mother. Since it was manual transmission, she scooted closer to the older woman to give Bryan access to the shifter. During the ride she was very conscious of her upper arm brushing against the soft fullness of Alicia's breast. At one point Alicia put her arm around the girl, "Slide over a bit dear, so Bryan doesn't smack you with the way he likes to imitate a race car driver. He always throws that stick around like it's life or death!" She laughed merrily as Keionna's arm made permanent contact with her bosom. "That's much better," she whispered in the red-head's ear, and flicked the tip of her tongue surreptitiously over Keionna's earlobe. 

This promises to be an interesting few days, contemplated the girl from Ireland as she felt herself becoming aroused by the attentions of both the Andrews. They all chatted animatedly as Bryan drove to the Lodge.

"I better fit in with the dress code changes," Keionna smiled sweetly and headed up to her room. The Andrew's found their way into the Lodge dinning room. Angie, the waitress had a table reserved for them by the windows. A bouquet of summer flowers was on the table with a card that said, Welcome Home, Mom! Signed by both Bryan and Keionna.

"How lovely," Alicia exclaimed and gave Bryan a kiss. By some quirk of fate, she missed his cheek and made contact on his mouth. It was quick, but Alicia found herself wanting more as Bryan held her chair for her and seated her at the table.

Angie came back with glasses of iced tea and a full pitcher tinkling with ice. "The kids have already ordered for you, Mrs. Andrews. Little John has something special for you as a treat tonight." With that, the waitress left the Andrews alone.

A commotion at the entrance caught their attention. The focus of the uproar was Keionna. She had put on an emerald green sundress dotted with tiny yellow sunflowers. The bodice was quite tight fitting, showing of the full curve of her breasts, the trim waist, and flaring over her hips. The heels she had put on, showed off the dancer's legs Keionna was quite proud of. Her appearance was stunning.

"Oh, my!" gasped Alicia. She took Bryan's hand, "you have the most lovely creature there my dear, I hope you know." Seeing the lustful look flash in Bryan's eyes, heated a similar response in her own chest. Standing the Andrews motioned the Irish beauty over to their table.

Despite the fact that every other diner in the room already knew Keionna, all eyes followed the foreign visitor's progress across the dining hall floor. Keionna didn't so much as walk as float over the floor. Each movement was marked by her innate dancer's grace, unconsciously undulating her hips, she veritably seduced every eye in the room. She slipped into her chair next to Alicia as Bryan gave his honors and held the chair for her.

The dining hall caught a collective breath of wonder, and people resumed their conversations in a rush.

Bryan raised his glass in a toast, "To summer vacations, foreign travel, and delights of a pair of heavenly visions." He bowed his head in salute to both his mother and girlfriend.

"Hear, hear!" shouted Uncle Cormac arriving with a basket of rolls and wooden bowl. "To start your evening repast, a tossed salad of greens and berries!" Producing said salad with a flourish, he deftly served out a portion to each patron. After serving Keionna, he leaned down and kissed her head, "I am so glad you chose to visit America this summer." Turning to Mrs. Andrews, "My dear niece has been a blessing. And, she has taken that sourpuss of a son you have and turned him into someone almost worth conversing with!" Playfully punching Bryan on the shoulder, Cormac bowed his exit back to the bar.

"What have you two been up too?" inquired Alicia.

"Nothing," pleaded Bryan with an expression of outraged innocence. Under the table, Keionna patted Alicia's thigh.

"He is the perfect gentleman," she assured the mother. "Nothing like those rude American brutes my grandmum warned me about." She winked at Bryan.

The trio settled into comfortable conversation for the remainder of the meal. Little John had cooked up a wonderful summer feast of lamb, vegetables, and potatoes that was light and cool. All throughout the meal, they kept reaching out to touch each other's hands and arms. To any onlookers, it was obvious how much the trio cared for each other. Many were aware of the growing affection the young couple had developed. It was evident that Bryan's mother was just as pleased with the progress of their relationship.

It was a great evening.

The following morning Bryan headed out as usual for his morning exercise on the lake. He took the kayak out to the lake. Following his normal routine, he rowed hard for a good hour, enjoying the cooler air and calm conditions of the morning. One distinct advantage of rowing in the morning was the lack of traffic on the lake. The party boats and ski fanatics were usually still in bed. Bryan was courteous enough to row around the occasional angler, giving them a wide berth so not to disturb any luck they may be having with the fish that day.

As per his usual habit, he hung the kayak in the barn, walked to the cabin, stripped off his sweaty clothes in the mud room, dropped them into the wash basket and headed for the shower.

He completely forgot about his mother.

Alicia was sitting at the kitchen counter in her robe, sipping coffee when she heard Bryan enter the mud room. She turned and fetched a mug from the shelf and poured his coffee. Turning with mug in hand, she was treated to the sight of her naked son walking across the room. She gasped, his body glistened with a sheen of perspiration. The daily workouts had toned his youthful body. However, what grabbed her attention was his manhood. Swaying gently with his strides, his flaccid cock nestled against his balls in a garden of curly brown hair.

Bryan didn't hear that sudden intake of breath, and strode on through the room unaware of his audience. He disappeared into the main bathroom and soon the shower was running.

In the kitchen, Alicia was mesmerized. The frontal view of her son was magnificent. The rear view of her son's firm buttocks was memorable. Alicia had always been drawn to the sight of a man's bare chest, and the deliciously sinful sight of a tight ass. Bryan had a light dusting of chest hair, proud pink nipples and a solid flat stomach. His rear was smooth and perfectly rounded. The muscles of his lower back and thighs framed a perfect male ass.

Alicia gasped again, She had forgotten to breathe. Joe's body had always fascinated her. The play of his muscles under the skin, the feel of her hands exploring each rise and fall, curve and valley. The similarities between her men were obvious. Yet Bryan's youth and vitality touched a shimmering chord in her. 

Alicia set the mug on the counter. Walking as if in a dream, she entered the bedroom and then the master bath. She could see Bryan's silhouette in the shower door. His back was to her. She watched him soaping his body, enjoying the play of light over his damp skin. She slipped a hand into her robe and cupped a breast. Gently rubbing the engorged nipple, she observed her son washing himself. He bent forward to scrub his lower legs. Alicia could see Bryan's testicles and penis dangling between his thighs. She was surprised to see that he had a slight erection going. She remembered that Joe would sometimes masturbate in the shower. Does Bryan do the same?

As if in answer to her question, Bryan rose up turned his back to the spray and soaped up his privates. Alicia was just inside the door and out of Bryan's line of sight. Breathing raggedly, she cupped both breasts in her hands and pinched her aching nipples. To her delight, Bryan began slowly stroking his manhood, bringing his cock to full rigid attention. Occasionally he would rub his soapy hands over his balls and fondle them before returning to a steady stroke on his penis.

Alicia opened her robe completely and cupped her pussy with her right hand. Sliding her fingers up and down she relished in the wetness that flowed from her cunt. She slipped her middle finger into her opening and stroked herself in time to Bryan's rhythm.  Her other hand massaged her tit and pinched her nipple.

Bryan brought one hand up to his chest and was teasing a nipple, while his stroking picked up pace. Soon he was breathing hard and suddenly stopped. His ass cheeks clenched tight as his cock spewed forth his seed.

Alicia was in a daze. Watching Bryan ejaculate was beautiful. Yet she was fearful of being caught, guessing he would soon finish his shower, she quickly backed out the door, danced across the bedroom and dashed into the kitchen. Her insides were boiling. She was quite aroused, Hearing Bryan mount the stairs for his room, she dashed back into her bedroom, closed the door, fell on her bed ripping the robe from her body.

She plunged two fingers into her wet hole. Rabbiting them in and out she soon felt the pressure of her orgasm build. Fingering herself faster she caught the first explosion of her climax and held her hands tight against her throbbing pussy. It took a long time for the rush of the orgasm to pass through her. She lay on her bed fighting for control of her breathing. It was Bryan's voice in the kitchen that finally brought her around.




Summer Camp Pt. 04



"Hey, Mom, time to get up! I've got breakfast started. How do want your eggs?"

Composed and dressed in shorts and t-shirt, Alicia joined her son in the kitchen and tried to act as if nothing happened.

Bryan was a bit confused himself. It wasn't until he came down to start breakfast, that he saw two mugs on the counter and remembered, Mom had come in yesterday. He thought fast and hard but he didn't remember seeing anyone in his parent's bedroom when had gone in for his shower. Though he did recall that the bed was unmade, but in his post-workout euphoria it hadn't registered. So where was his mom when he came home? Had she seen him prancing around the house in the buff? The thought brought a tingle to his testicles. Even so soon after his release, he sensed a bit of longing in his loins at the thought of his mother's eyes on his nudity.

The two Andrews finished breakfast preoccupied with their own thoughts. 

"I'll take care of the dishes," Alicia announced picking up their plates.

"I've got some studying to do." Bryan remarked as he crossed over to the desk where he had his books laid out.

"That's fine, I was going to go work outside this morning while it's cooler." Alicia ran water into the sink and squirted soap into the froth. The blurping of the soap container made her think of Bryan squirting his semen in the shower. She giggled with delight.

"Well you're in a great mood today." Bryan observed, setting out his books and papers for the morning. "You always seem much more relaxed up here Mom." He grinned back at her. Alicia thought if you only knew why!

The morning passed by in quiet routine. Bryan dove into his lessons. He had about two weeks worth of work to finish before his courses were finished. He wanted to wrap things up before his Dad came up for the last weeks of summer. He wanted as much time for family as possible. Then of course there was a really strong need to be with Keionna as possible. He hadn't asked her when she was going back to Ireland. He had kinda assumed it would be around the time he would head back to college. Maybe he better start thinking about what they would do when that time came.

Meanwhile, at the Lodge the object of Bryan's attention was having a very important discussion with her Uncle Cormac. Spending time in America had been Gran's idea for Keionna to get a plan in order for what she wanted to do with her life. There weren't a lot of great options for her back in Ireland. There was a local factory where many of the girls went to work before they got married and raised a bunch of kids, but Keionna had no desire to settle for that kind of life.

Working with her Uncle all summer had given Keionna a real liking for the hospitality business. The Lodge was a special place. She really enjoyed the work, whether it was bussing tables, helping the waitstaff, or the increasing duties in the business office Uncle Cormac was sharing with her.

"I am not gettin' younger, my lass." Cormac was saying. "I've got many a good year left in me, and I sure luv this place, all right. Yet a time come, a man knows he should be findin' a partner of sorts to pass the business along too. Now you've got a taste for what runnin' the Lodge is like. Whatcha think aboot coming along more official like?"

Keionna was giddy. It was just the proposal she was looking to make herself.

"Though things be a bit different nowadays. You probably ought to get some schoolin' and such afore we just turn the operation over to ya. That school Bryan Andrews attends has a good business department, his da is always tellin' me. Whatcha say, you work her summer and weekends, study up aboot the hospitality business, and when ye graduate we revisit you becoming me partner? Eh?"

The prospect of staying in America, to be able to go to college, work at the Lodge, and be with Bryan was too much for the Irish lass. She burst into joyful tears, threw her arms around her Uncle's neck, and bounced up and down with pleasure.

Bryan and Alicia were delighted with Keionna's wonderful news, and helped her start her application and registration process for the college. They contacted the government agencies to apply for a student visa and helped Keionna labor through all the red tape to be able to study here in America.

Cormac gave Keionna the following Monday off. Monday's were typically pretty light nights at the Lodge. The Andrews planned a little party to celebrate Keionna's new direction. Both Alicia and Bryan were very happy that Keionna was going to be close by. Joe was happy with the news too. He came up that weekend and shared his appreciation with everyone, but he had to return to work early Monday.

Alicia planned a light floating dinner for the three. Floating dinners were a regular custom at the Andrew's. Basically a picnic that they took out on the lake as the evening sun settled to the west. Alicia made her specialties. Chicken quesadillas, mango chutney, tossed greens and fruit, and lemon bars. She also chilled two bottles of wine. 

Bryan got the boat decked out and cleaned up special. Knowing his mother's plan, he put several towels and beach chairs on board. Floating dinners typically revolved around cruising, swimming, eating, cruising, and more eating, in that order. Bryan figured his mom might want to take Keionna out to the sandbar. It was a bit of an island deep on the south end of the lake. Only the locals knew about it. There was a narrow channel that fed into a smaller lake where the sandbar was located. It was a common hangout for family picnics and sports for the lake residents. They carefully hoarded its location from the noisier vacationers. 

Alicia had told Keionna about the basic plan for the evening dinner, to be sure and bring a bathing suit, change of clothes, sunscreen and such. Armed with a shoulder bag packed with essentials, Keionna arrived at the cabin excited to celebrate her college embarkation.

The Andrews quickly loaded everything aboard the Maristar, ensconced Keionna in the bow, and slipped from the dock. Bryan cruised the main waterways. Alicia told the younger couple all about the history of lake, the people, and the county. Bryan had heard most of this narrative before, but was thrilled when his Mom would share some juicy tidbits of local gossip he had not heard before as one of the "younger generation".

Keionna basked in the attention the Andrews showered on her. The evening was perfect weather. Eventually Bryan navigated the narrow channel and set course for the sandbar. As they were drawing nearer, Alicia started giving directions to Bryan for a much more secluded cove even deeper into the forest surrounding the little lake.

Puzzled, Bryan wondered where his Mom was taking them. Gently steering the Maristar around a point, he spied the hidden cove his Mom was taking them too.

"This little cove is a really special place your father and I found back when we were dating. As far as we know, nobody else seems to know this place. In all our years at the cabin, we have never seen anybody else back here." Alicia had a delicious little smile on her face as she remembered the wonderful times she and Joe had back here.

"There's a little stream back there that dumps into the lake." Alicia pointed out the most picturesque view. "We usually anchor here, Bryan."

Bryan quickly cut the motor. Dropped the fore and aft anchors, and secured the boat.

"Now lets swim!" He shouted, and launched himself into the water.

Keionna stood up and moved to the back of the boat. She kicked off her flipflops and smiled at Alicia. "This looks wonderful."

Alicia turned to the Irish girl, "There's a little rule Joe and I have when we swim back here in our cove." Her eyes were bright with excitement. She was sure Keionna would love the rule, and Bryan wouldn't mind either. "We always swim in the buff here. No suits allowed."

Startled, Keionna pointed at Bryan splashing in the water. 

"He doesn't know. But I think we can convince him to join us don't you?" Alicia grinned mischievously at the Irish lass.

Beaming with arousal, Keionna's response was to simply begin disrobing. Alicia followed suit. Bryan shouted, "Hurry up you two! It's lonely out here! The water's perfect!"

Both women had put bikinis on under their clothes, so when the tops and bottoms were shed, Bryan yelped with delight and called them to jump in.

He swallowed a ton of water and dunked under and came up sputtering as to his shocked eyes, the women didn't stop disrobing there. He blinked the water from his eyes, as first Keionna and then his mother slowly undid the ties holding their tops up and bared their luscious breasts. When their hand went in unison to their waistband and began tugging the panties down, he sank again, almost inhaling a lungful of lake water.

Kicking to the surface he watched in astonishment as Keionna and Alicia turned toward him, completely exposed, tits bouncing, pussys shaved bare, grabbed hands and jumped together into the water.

Treading water in shock, Bryan was unprepared for the assault of the women when they got close to him, Both sets of hand were grabbing for his swimtrunks, tugging them loose and wrenching them off his legs. Bobbing up and down, spluttering Bryan finally uprighted himself to see his mother holding the prize. She swung his trunks around her head.

"The rule is when we swim back in the cove, no one can wear anything!" She gave the trunks a toss and sent them flying onto the boat. Then with no warning she turned to Bryan and pushed his head underwater. Keionna was prepared when Alicia came after her. Soon the three were grabbing each other and pushing, splashing, and dunking like five-year olds. 

Bryan was easily the best swimmer of the threesome, he dove under water and swam a few yards away from the girls. He popped to the surface and watched as the two naked women tried to wrestle the other under the surface. Boobs and hair were bouncing all over the place. He dove under again, and kicked towards the girls. Coming up underneath them he grabbed the first bare thigh he saw and pulled. He grabbed rather high and his left hand was pushing up against a shaved pussy. Being much closer to the surface himself, he turned and wrapped his arms around the other body. His hands came down and grasped a fistful of soft breast. He pulled that body down and then lurched back to prepare for the return assault.

He first saw Keionna's red head thrust up from the water. She kicked so hard, her entire bosom was clear of the water. The sight of those wonderful tits, streaming water sparked a growing arousal in Bryan's loins. The second head up was Alicia and she too kicked so hard to the surface lifted her breasts clear. Only she had come up at an angle and fell forward toward Keionna mashing her glorious orbs into the redheads face.

The ladies finally returned to the surface clinging to each other. Bryan could see that their bodies were pressed against each other. Knowing that two sets of tits were pressed against each other, two very bare sets of tits, just stiffened the rod between his legs.

Distracted by the idea of all that bare, jiggly, soft, bouncing cleavage, Bryan failed to notice the intense look the ladies gave him as they turned his direction in unison. They lunged and caught him and thrust him under. He flailed his arms wildly trying to fight for the surface, he got several handfuls of one ass and the other. Laughing victoriously the girls relented and let their victim make it to the surface. 

Sputtering and gasping, Bryan fought for air. The girls relented and both grabbed him close for a hug. Bryan caught his breath and felt four full breasts pressed against his skin. He had an arm around the shoulders of each bare-assed lady. He felt his face being pulled forward and a set of warm lips devoured his mouth. Still struggling for air, he heard a voice, "Looks like he needs mouth to mouth!"

His head was pulled the other way and again his mouth was covered by a hungry set of lips. Pulling himself together he looked from one set of green eyes to a set of brown eyes. Both were filled with a hungry passion. 

The green eyes closed. Lips again met his, a tongue flicked against his. They opened. Turning towards the brown eyes, they closed, lips met his, a tongue flicked against his. Stunned he hung there between them. Breathless, painfully aroused, vulnerable. Four hands pushed his head under water one more time. He felt two bodies swim off in different directions.

Roaring with intent, he soared to the surface bent on revenge only to find no targets in sight. No tell tale wakes to track, no bubbles on the surface giving away his prey. Spining around in the water he was greeted by gales of laughter. He spun around and saw Keionna and his mother, Alicia sitting on the deck of the boat, arms around each other, breasts heaving with laughter, fingers pointing.

He rushed them both through the water and grabbing a free ankle pulled one then the other into the water beside him. 

"You it!" Shouted his mother. "whoever is it must catch the others. Tag only counts if you kiss them on the mouth!" She then sped off towards the shore. Bryan turned and lunged at Keionna. He almost had her, but his hands just brushed down the sides of her slick body. She tried to backstroke away, but she let herself be caught by Bryan. She grabbed his head and passionately kissed him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hard penis against her belly. As she pulled back intending for more, Bryan pushed away, singing, "No Tag backs!"

Keionna frantically looked around for Alicia. She spotted her treading water about 5 yards away. Bryan was sidestroking his way towards the stern of the Maristar. Keionna made a feint of trying to follow him. Watched as Alicia began swimming her way to watch the outcome. Keionna dove under the water and kicked towards the other woman. Breaching the surface just inches from her prey, she caught Alicia easily. Grabbing her shoulders, she pulled the older woman close, pressing her breasts against her, and sucked Alicia's mouth to her.

A long moment passed. They looked at each other intently. Alicia pulled the girl close and kissed her deeply again. Bryan was around the other side of the boat and was missing the girl on girl action.

Holding each other close, Keionna said, "No tag backs. Go get him." She let go and smiled gleefully as comprehension dawned on Alicia's face. Alicia set out for the bow of the boat, knowing Bryan would appear at any moment, completely unaware.

Sure enough she saw his head come around the prow. He was looking back, expecting his pursuer to be coming from the back of the boat. He wasn't looking as he bumped headlong into a very cushiony set of breasts, turning over in surprise he looked into his mother's brown eyes.

"Tag." Alicia grabbed her son's head and covered his mouth with hers. This wasn't any motherly peck on the cheek. This was a hot-blooded woman, sexually charged devouring a hard manly set of lips. "You're it. And I have to go set out supper." With that Alicia left a shell-shocked Bryan in the water and swam for the ladder.

Alicia climbed out of the water, and reached for a towel. She felt the boat sway and watched Keionna climb out of the water. Her pert breasts heaving, her nipples erect. She reached for a towel as well.

"Think I'll give you a hand." She smiled wickedly at Bryans mother. Neither woman reached for any clothing. Just laid the plates and food out. Alicia pulled the cork from the first bottle of wine.

Bryan stayed in the water his erection wasn't going anywhere. Watching the nubile women prepare dinner without a shred of clothing was fueling his desire. There was no way he was climbing aboard while sporting an erection in front of his mother.

The girls had dinner ready.

"Aren't you coming aboard dear?" Alicia called out to the young man.

"Toss me my shorts!" Bryan called back.

"Seems to me you would be grossly overdressed," smirked Keionna.

"Join us just as we are," Alicia called and wiggled her chest, causing her breasts to jiggle quite enticingly.

Bryan just glared at her.

Alicia went and sat down next to Keionna. She put her arm around the girl's shoulders, crossed her legs, and smiled sweetly at her son. Keionna snuggled in close to Alicia, crossed her legs and put a hand on Alicia's thigh.

"Dinner is ready, luv, we be waitin' on you," Keionna called out to boy in the water.

"Not hungry yet." Bryan called back.

"Oh, well, we'll wait till you are," Keionna answered. She looked up into Alicia's brown eyes, saw her question answered there. She closed her green eyes and pursed her lips. Alicia's mouth covered hers and they kissed. Slowly, gently, with quiet endearment. Alicia took Keionna's hand in hers. 

"Thank you," she whispered in Keionna's ear after finally breaking contact.

Keionna nuzzled down into Alicia's embrace. She looked out at Bryan floating in the water. Smiling, she called, "Come on luv, join us for something to eat." Her eyes told him there was more to snack on then the food laid out on the bench.

"Let's stop tormenting the boy," Alicia patted the girl's shoulder. She stood and grabbed a folded towel. Holding before her she crossed to the ladder. "I won't look." She giggled, beckoning Bryan out of the water.

Resigning himself to fate, Bryan swam to the ladder and slowly climbed out of the lake. The evening air was cool against his moist skin; the sudden chill resolved his "problem" and his erection subsided, well, mostly.

Sitting down across from the ladies, Bryan started filling a plate with food. Alicia crossed back to Keionna and sat down. Keionna had a plate filled with some food, yet she wasn't eating, yet.

Keionna lifted a forkful to Alicia's lips, "Here, Mum. Try this." She giggled as Alicia leaned forward and daintily took a bite. After a few bites, Alicia took another fork, and started feeding the young Irishwoman. Bryan was watching. His erection was growing. Seeing both of his favorite ladies, naked, and feeding each other was creating a problem.

Keionna fed a bit of fruit to Alicia. Alicia leaned in, took the morsel, then leaned farther and kissed Keionna. They both came away chewing the fruit and smiling. Keionna set the plate down in front of them, and snuggled in closer to the older woman, their breasts rubbing. 

"I like that," she smiled as she fed and then shared another food kiss with Alicia. They ladies began taking turns feeding each other, and then kissing deeply, sharing the flavor of the food as well as each other.

It was bound to happen, a dollop of chicken quesadilla missed Alicia's mouth and landed on her left tit. Keionna swooped down and licked it off. She then deliberately dribbled some on her own tits. Alicia smiled and took her time cleaning dinner off her female companions heaving chest. Both women were becoming quite aroused with the kissing and nibbling.

Bryan was sitting in shocked silence as he witnessed his mother cleaning her "dinner plate" namely Keionna's lovely bare breasts. He could see how erect and firm their nipples were. The stood out quite pertly in the evening air. He had his plate covering his lap, trying to hide his now painfully erect penis.

"Seems to me somebody feels left out," Alicia pointed towards her son. Keionna was nibbling on her earlobe, and looked coyly at her boyfriend.

"Shall we leave him be, or go join him?" purring into her female lovers ear. Alicia grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her across the boat to sit beside Bryan. Each lady took a side. Alicia lifted Bryan's plate from his hands, scooped a small bite of salad and fed it to Keionna. She of course chewed slowly for a moment then leaned up against Bryan and kissed him, sharing his dinner. Alicia took a quesadilla and dribbled some of it on Keionna's breasts, "Well young man? Are you going to let it go to waste?"