Author: Pookie Title: Pookie | Melissa's Secrets (Chapter 27) Part: Chapter 27 Universe: Home Summary: This is the story of Melissa's sexual awakening with the help of her friend Sarah and Sarah's mother. Keywords: MF, mf, Mf, mF, FF, ff, Ff, Mult, cons, Lolita, bi, wife, inc, mother, son, bro, sis, fath, dau, span, lght, swing, group, 1st, oral, mastrb, toys, creampie, exhib, voy, teach, nud, teen Revision: 1.05 Archive: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Pookie/MelissaSecrets Mailing List: ***************************************************************** STANDARD DISCLAIMER The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further. All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to any persons, places, individuals or situations is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author, Pookie (pookie_grrl@hotmail.com). This story may be freely distributed with this disclaimer attached. Copyright © 2002-2012 Pookie. All rights reserved. ***************************************************************** Melissa’s Secrets By Pookie Chapter 27 Mrs. Rayner came over to help Mom get organized for the trip, and to make sure she brought everything we'd need. They had to run out to get a few things as well. Having never gone camping in a tent before, I was surprised what all was needed. While they were gone, Jamie and I were out in the shed pulling out camping gear. I had rarely gone into the shed. It was dark and dirty in there, where dad stored his garden tools and other surplus junk. It held nothing of interest I thought. But after discovering we had a tent I wondered if there were any other secrets stored out here. I made a mental note to do some exploring when we got back. Jamie was looking for a lantern, and he asked if I knew why we were going nude camping without Daddy. “I told them I wanted to go before school starts back,” I said, avoiding telling him the real reason. “Who knows if we’ll get to go anywhere this summer the way Daddy is working all the time.” “I see. And you’re cool with showing off to a bunch of strangers what you’ve got? Or rather, what you don’t got?” he asked, smirking at me. I scrunched my lips at him. I was way past tired of him making fun of my body. I grabbed a small piece of wood and threw it at him. “What the fuck!” he said, ducking when he heard it hit the wall beside him. I didn’t really aim to hit him. He looked back at me and saw the angry look I was giving him. “I was just joking, Mel! Sheesh!” “Do you see me laughing, shithead?” “What the hell is wrong with you?!” I turned away from him, almost in tears. Yeah, we’d teased and taunted each other since forever without getting violent with each other. I was feeling vulnerable about a lot of things though. I didn’t need my own brother, who was happily fucking me pretty much whenever, making fun of my body. “I’m sorry,” he said, standing right behind me. I didn’t say anything though. He moved around to stand in front of me. “I mean it,” he said genuinely. “Look, you have a great body. You’re sexier than most girls my age. I just like being a dick with you sometimes. You know that. It’s my job.” I snickered a little. “I think you’ve got very sexy boobs. They make you look really hot.” I still didn’t say anything, but I wasn’t giving him my ‘go fuck yourself’ look either. I liked hearing him flatter me. “Don’t you see how guys look at you?” Keep going. “Small boobs on your slender body are great.” I was smiling more. “And your ass. Gawd, Mel. It’s so nicely shaped and firm looking. It’s perfect on you.” It might be perfect, but it was still a little tender from Pastor Thomas fucking it the previous night. “Why do you think you turn me on all the time?” Jamie’s body was certainly backing up his words. His hard-on was quite obvious. He noticed me looking down at his bulging shorts. He quickly undid his pants and slid them down with his underwear. His cock stuck straight out at me. “I’d love to fuck your ass sometime.” Well, I’d like that too, but not today. “Maybe sometime,” I told him, as I started undoing my shorts. “You’ll have to settle for something else right now.” I slipped my shorts and panties down as I turned to lean over a table in the shed. Jamie moved up behind me, pressing the length of his shaft into my butt crack. He began rutting against me slowly. “Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck this tight sexy ass now?” “We don’t have time for that,” I insistently replied. “Just fuck my pussy.” He then moved his cock lower, rubbing his cockhead along my very wet slit. “Damn, girl. You’re soaking wet.” I poked my butt out at him even more. He playfully slapped it a few times, which felt great. For a moment, I almost decided to let him fuck my ass, but then regained my senses. Pastor and Mrs. Thomas had spent a lot of time getting me ready for Pastor Thomas’ big cock. Without some lube, it was gonna hurt. Even with Jamie’s smaller cock, he would probably rip me open, if I let him. He then surprised me when he leaned down and began kissing my butt cheeks. With his mouth moving closer to my butt hole, he began licking and pushing his tongue inside me a little. I just hoped I didn’t still taste like cum. Probably not, but if he’d known I’d already had my butt filled with cum the night before, I wondered if he would’ve been so eager about pushing his tongue into my pooper like he was. He’d sucked cum out of a pussy before, but an ass was a whole different thing. His soft tongue on my asshole felt incredible. I guess he really couldn’t tell a cock and a strap-on dildo had been in there the previous night. I was glad he couldn’t. I’d hate it if my asshole was now noticeably stretched. If anyone would notice, it probably would be Jamie. He’d seen it up close enough. After licking my butthole for a few minutes, his tongue moved down to my pussy. His tongue stabbed into my opening making me wiggle my butt. My legs began to shake when his tongue swirled around my clit almost making me cum. “I think you’re ready,” he grinned. He stood back up, took his cock in one hand, set it against my opening and pushed in. He proceeded to fuck me with his sexy dick. He leaned down a little, reaching under my top to push my bra off my tits, cupping them gently in his hands. He played with them as he slowly slid his cock in and out of my pussy. When he began pulling on my hard nipples, I moaned noisily. “Don’t get too loud, sis,” he warned, reminding me the neighbors might hear me. I probably needed to look into getting a muzzle or something. My involuntary, and rather loud, vocal responses to all things sexual were bound to be my undoing someday. “Keep doing that. Gawd that feels so good,” I encouraged him. “Are you still mad at your big brother?” “I love you, Jamie. I can’t stay mad at you,” I panted. He stopped and pulled out of me. I was about to protest quite loudly before he turned me around, with his lips finding mine. Then his tongue was in my mouth. I returned his kiss just as passionately. We’d never kissed quite like that before. We were making out like two ardent lovers. He lifted me up onto the table, and slid his cock back into me. He pulled my top off, and removed my bra completely so he could touch me all over without anything getting in the way. His hands were all over me, but he spent most of the time playing with my breasts. He kept staring at them like he was going to eat them or something. He fucked me with long steady strokes until I started cumming. It was probably a good thing he put his mouth over mine in a kiss too, or the neighbors would’ve heard me. His cock began jerking inside of me as well, spurting his cum deep in my cunt. He was timing each of his inward thrusts to match each spurt, which felt incredible. I was squeezing down on his hard shaft with each stab of his dick. We were both almost out of breath when he let his softening cock slip out of me. He was still holding onto me though, his lips close to mine. I kissed him softly, which seemed to prompt him to kiss me again deeply. He moved his hands to hold my head as he explored my mouth again with his tongue. “You are so fucking hot, Melissa,” he breathlessly said. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t your brother, so you could be my girlfriend.” I melted when he said that. “If you were my boyfriend, we’d probably break up in a year or two, and then we’d probably hardly even speak to each other.” “So, are you saying I have lifetime rights?” he said, moving his hands to my butt, pulling me tighter to him. I started to protest his insinuation that I might owe him something, but I knew he was teasing. “If you keep being this nice to me, you can do this with me anytime,” I softly said. “It’s part of the fringe benefits of being my sweet big brother.” He ran his hands through my hair. He was looking at me so passionately. I got the feeling he was beginning to better appreciate what he had in his little sister ... and not just the sex he could have with me. He was getting hard again too, not that he ever got completely soft. I pushed him back a little so I could get off the table and squat down. His cock was covered with both our juices. I looked up into his eyes, smiling sweetly. I licked at a drop of his sperm on the tip of his dick. He moaned his appreciation. I continued licking his shaft clean, just touching it with my tongue. At first, his cock kinda bobbed a little as his erection grew, but it only took moments for it to get steely hard. I had to giggle a little as I felt some of his cum seeping out of me and dripping on to the floor of the shed forming a little puddle between my feet. I made a mental note to wipe it away later. I slipped my mouth over the head, working the underside with my tongue. This was usually when he might get impatient and begin pushing further into my mouth. I rewarded his patience by slowly taking his entire cock into my mouth and throat. I was a little surprised when my gag reflex didn’t kick in. I guess I was becoming a veteran oral specialist. I could probably get a certificate of achievement. At least I’d have something to show for all I’d done over the summer. Maybe I could write a paper about it for my eighth grade English class too -- what I did on summer vacation. I was rather proud of myself. “Jesus fucking Christ, Mel,” he said between moans. I love those kinds of endorsements. Maybe Jamie would write a letter of recommendation for me. Or better yet, write a review and publish it. I’d become a big hit. ‘America’s Got Talent’ might even beg me to come on their TV show. Well, Mrs. Thomas’ uncle might have a version I could appear in. The sky would be the limit for me ... along with that age of consent thingy. I slurped noisily on his shaft as I took him again and again into my throat. He kept singing praises to me. Well, it was more like moronic grunts, but it was music to me. Jesus and God got their fair share of commendation too. I pulled my mouth away and began to stand back up. He held me down somewhat though, putting his wet cock between my tits. He pushed my boobs together against his shaft and started rutting against me. It was the first time anyone had actually tried to titty fuck me like that. I started to tell him there wasn’t really enough to work with, but the look on his face stopped me. He was really getting into it. It made me all the hornier too. Maybe little tits weren’t such a bad thing. Finally he was ready to stuff his cock back into my pussy. He had me sit up on the table again, but told me to wrap my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck. Once he was inside me again, he grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me off the table. He began moving me up and down against his body, using me like a sex toy to fuck his dick. This was something new, and I liked it. He had complete control of me. I just hoped he didn’t drop me. He didn’t have a problem holding my lightweight body though. My brother is strong like that. At one point, he had me lean back so that I was just holding his neck with my hands. We both could look down to see his cock pushing in and out of me. His cock seemed to swell even bigger inside me while he watched my pussy lips dragging along his hard veiny flesh. I was clamping down tightly on him too. Still holding me in that position, he started cumming again. I had to hold on even tighter as his movements became more forceful. Finally he was wasted, letting his softening dick slip out. He set me down again on the table. I held onto his neck though. “Have you fucked Sarah like that?” I asked. “Not yet.” “You should. That was awesome,” I complimented him. “Did you like titty fucking me?” “I love doing everything with you,” he said. He’s such a sweetie when he wants to be. I think he was still a little out of breath though, and was probably getting irritated by me asking him all these questions. But he knew when to not complain. “Have you titty fucked Sarah? She’s got a little more to fuck.” “Yeah, but your tits are just as nice.” I leaned in closer to his ear, and softly asked, “What about Mom?” “Mel!” “Don’t ‘Mel’ me, buster. Have you titty fucked Mom?” He just stared at me for the longest moment. “Well, she’s got a good bit more boobage than I do. More than Sarah too,” I stated, as if it was all so reasonable. His silence was deafening. I had been half joking, but had it possibly happened? We then heard Mom and Mrs. Rayner talking as they came out of the backdoor. They were probably coming to check up on us to see if anything else was needed. We quickly got our clothes situated and started trying to remember what we were doing before. Both of us looked over at the opening to the shed when Mom and Mrs. Rayner hadn’t said anything. They were standing there smiling at us. I started blushing when I realized just how obvious things looked, especially with the puddle of cum on the floor. Mom said, “Finding everything?” “Yeah,” we both said in unison. I glanced over at them. They were both looking at each other, almost laughing. I realized we’d gotten little accomplished since they’d been gone. We were so busted. ****** I called Sarah and told her what was going on too. I was a little worried how she would take me going nude camping without at least trying to arrange for her to go as well. Fortunately, she’d already had plans to stay at her grandparents for the weekend. Her parents were going to be 'out of town' with some friends of theirs. We both knew what that meant. We talked a little strategy for getting both our parents to go camping on Labor Day weekend. I talked to Peter one more time during the afternoon. He seemed hesitant when it came to talking much about Jennifer, so I didn't push it. I'd have a whole weekend to observe what was going on between them, if anything. I asked him what I needed to pack. “Mel. You’re going nude camping,” he said sarcastically. “Yeah, but I need to take something to wear ... in case.” “In case of what? It snows?” “Ha ha, Mr. Jokey Jokester.” Guys just don’t understand. Later in the afternoon, Mrs. Walcott stopped by to help Mom out. She was a veteran at this naked camping stuff. I stayed out of their way so that they wouldn’t ask me to do anything. Mrs. Walcott did stop by my room though. “Hi, Melissa. May I come in?” I told her she didn’t have to ask, not after the things we’d been doing together the previous Saturday. She came over and sat on the bed with me. “I hear you’ve got your sights set on Peter.” “I guess. He’s funny and sweet.” “And cute.” “That too,” I blushed. “You’re so adorable when you blush,” she said. “I wonder why I ever blush anymore ... considering,” I said, giggling. “I hope you can always have something to blush about,” she said, touching my cheek. I understood what she meant. “I doubt that will ever be a problem. I blush at stuff I think about sometimes.” “We share that in common,” she admitted. “I try not to ever blush in front of my students though.” “Have you ever worried that you’d accidentally run into a student of yours while camping?” “It’s something I’ve thought about. While there is always a chance, I doubt it would ever happen. If it happened, I’d just have to deal with it.” “Has anyone ever tried to blackmail you?” “Fortunately, no. I know it could happen. But my going to a club just to dance could also be used against me by certain people. Some people think teachers should be the perfect role model in and out of the classroom.” “I don’t think I could be a teacher.” “I think you’d be great at it.” “I’m not a role model for anyone,” I readily admitted. “You sell yourself short. Quite a few people think a lot of you.” I scrunched my lips at that. I’d just have to take her word on it. She leaned closer to me, "You're a beautiful young lady ... in so many ways. I wish I had you in my classes." "That would be cool," I grinned. “Especially for after school detention.” She chuckled, “I’d rather you stay after school for ‘special instruction’.” “I’d like that,” I coyly said. “Now I’m really pissed that you’re not in one of my classes,” she pouted cutely. "I can still be your schoolgirl, if you want," I grinned, blushing yet again. "I'd like that," she softly said, and then leaned into me, kissing me deeply. One of her hands squeezed my breast gently. "Would you discipline me ... if I was a bad girl?" "Most certainly," she insisted, as she reached to fondle my butt. “Or would you like for me to discipline you if you did a bad job teaching?” I giggled. “You’re bad!” She laughed. We ended up making out for about a half hour. We got completely naked on my bed. It was the first time that a grown-up was making love to me in my own bed. I really liked it. We had enough time to lick each other to at least one good orgasm. Neither of us ever said anything about a need to close my bedroom door. I actually was hoping Mom had caught part of the action. ****** I was rather restless most of the evening. It took me awhile to get to sleep that night as well. I was looking forward to the adventure, but the thing with Jennifer was really bothering me. Then again, maybe I was misinterpreting things. Maybe Peter was unaware of what Pam had so obviously noticed. I was hoping it wasn't true. I really liked Jennifer. I didn’t want to have to kick her ass. I knew I could make her life miserable. We'd been pretty good friends over the past year, even though it was mainly limited to the time we were at school. I'd gone out of my way to be friends with her. I was hoping she wouldn't try to stab me in the back. I really couldn't blame her if she was interested in Peter though. ****** Friday morning, Daddy made sure we had everything packed before he left for work. I gave him a big thank-you hug while saying good-bye to him. I really wished he was going with us, but I was looking forward to spending time with Mom ... as well as Peter. Jamie would be without Sarah for the weekend, but I was sure he'd be hanging out with Penny and Kari much of the time. Even if Jamie weren't going, Penny and Kari could easily attract enough attention from other guys to keep them both occupied. Heck, the two of them could have a blast just entertaining each other for the weekend. Pam and Mike obviously would hang out together. They had really gotten close since they’d hooked up. But they’d also been camping together for a number of years too. I figured Julie had friends she knew that would be there. After watching her with my daddy and her sister two nights ago, I knew she could find ways to entertain herself. She probably had people signed up to spank her cute little butt. I hated that I now thought of her like that. But the image from the other night was totally burned into my mind. I was also very curious to observe Mom's interactions with the other adults. I knew the campground was 'family oriented', and that any kind of open sex would be frowned upon, as well as get you kicked out. But where there’s a will, there’s a way. And there were too many horny adults among our parents to ever think they wouldn't find a way to have their fun. Would Mom participate though, especially with Daddy not with her? I was most anxious to see my friend, and new rival, Jennifer. She'd never talked about being a nudist with me. I could understand that though. She had no way of knowing I wouldn't try to hurt her with that knowledge. She'd never talked about Peter with me either though. There was no reason not to, unless she had something to hide. This whole thing sucked. Here I was about to go on my first nude camping trip. Your first time only happens once. This should be a fun adventure. I should be excited about seeing a bunch of leering old men with their dangling ding dongs and old ball sacks. I could only imagine all the many boobs I’d see. Just think of all the stories I’d be able to tell my grandkids one day! But, nooooo. Jennifer was stuck in my head. I should beat the crap out of her just for that alone! We were all loaded up and ready to leave around eight o'clock. Mom drove over to the Rayner’s house so we could follow them. It was about an hour drive to the campground. I'd have invited Peter to ride with me, but we were tightly packed into Mom’s car with all the stuff we were taking. The Rayner’s SUV wasn’t any less cramped, even though it was larger. It was a good thing the guys didn't have to bring much as far as clothes. If they did, they’d just have to go naked at the nudist campground. I rode up front with Mom. Jamie was in the cramped backseat with his iPod. I brought mine along as well, but I was more interested in talking to Mom about what to expect at the campground. Peter and Pam had told me a lot of things, but I was curious about Mom's perspective. "Nervous?" Mom asked. "A little. How many people are usually there?" "Maybe around fifty, give or take. A lot depends on the weather. It's supposed to be really nice this weekend, so there may be more." "How many times have you been?" "Quite a few times, but we’ve only gone about twice a year over the last three years. This is the first time this summer." "So you and Daddy went before you started taking Jamie?" "We've been going with the Walcotts and Rayners for years. Jamie’s gone four times with your father and me. He’s gone with the Rayners on other trips. This will be the first time this year for us. Your father has been so tied up with work this summer that we haven't been able to plan any trips." "What are the people like?" "They're just ordinary people, except they like to be nude outdoors. It’s mostly just couples, but a number of families will likely be there as well." "There won't be a bunch of dirty old men there wanting to see my cooch?" I asked. She laughed. "There might be dirty old men there staring at you at times, but their wives or girlfriends will be close by.” “Just dirty old married men are allowed? What about the single pervy guys?” “The campground has a very strict rule about not allowing single men to avoid that kind of thing from occurring." "That doesn’t seem fair,” I jokingly complained. “Do they let single women go?" "The more the merrier, although they really encourage couples more than singles." "Isn't that rather sexist?" "If they’d let a bunch of single men in, then that's likely all they'd end up with after a while." "Yeah, I guess." "Would you feel comfortable being around a bunch of men who were probably there just to leer at you?" I thought for a second. Mom glanced over at the smile on my face and knew what I was thinking. "Don't answer that," she said. "I'm not that bad, Mom," I lightheartedly protested. "Who do you think you're fooling?" she teased. “You and I both know you like that guys want to stare at you. You’re very easy on the eyes.” “Well, I still think my boobs are too small,” I said, self- deprecatingly. “There’s hardly anything there to see.” “I disagree ... and bigger doesn’t always mean better,” she grinned. “I know people who think you have very sexy boobs.” I thought about that for a while and I knew better than to ask her who those people were. I was pretty sure she wouldn’t answer my question. I decided to ask more about the campground. “So just dirty old married men then? What are the single men supposed to do if they want to hang out with naked girls?” “That’s what strip clubs are for.” “Have you ever been to a strip club?” I asked with great curiosity. “Your father and I have. There’s nothing wrong with that.” “It’s cool. I mean, even if you went without Daddy ... like a girls night.” “There’ve been a few of those too,” Mom admitted. I smiled to myself because of her telling me. I think my silence caused Mom to wonder just how I took that. She asked, “What do you think of your old Mom?” There it was. She was really seriously concerned about what I thought of her, just as Mrs. Clark and Mrs. Thomas had been telling me. I looked at her, and sincerely said, “Mom, you’re not old ... and I think you’re the best mom in the world.” She glanced over at me, almost a little misty eyed. I kept looking at her approvingly. She turned her gaze back to the road, and seemed to struggle with her composure for a moment. I don’t know if she was testing me with what she’d said or not, but she seemed to feel a great sense of relief that I wasn’t thinking badly of her. “Would you take me sometime?” I asked, grinning. “When you’re eighteen,” she said, flashing a slightly devilish smile. “Too young again,” I said, feigning disappointment by shaking my head and sighing. “One day you’ll wish you were too young again.” I cocked my head, looking at her like she was crazy. “You just wait,” she reassured. I was really enjoying talking to Mom. Things had really changed between us recently. The drive to the campground was worth the trip alone. I said, "It's hard to believe that people bring their kids to be naked around others." "I think it’s better than taking your young daughter to a beach wearing a small bikini. While a nude body can be exciting to look at, skimpy clothes over a nice body is a whole lot more titillating for guys." "You said tit," I joked. "You'll see a lot of those," Mom replied, shocking me a little that she hadn't criticize me for my 'immature' response. "How are you going to feel showing off yours?" "I may stay dressed." "No way, sister. You're the reason we're going,” she said a little sternly. “I'll strip you myself, if I have to." I grinned at her. "Are there usually many girls my age?" I already knew there weren't too many from what Pam and Peter had told me. I was curious what Mom would say though. "Not too many. Pam, Julie, and your nemesis, Jennifer, may be the only ones." "She's not my nemesis ... I hope. But Pam’s sure she is." "I hope not too. Good friends are hard to make. Losing one is no fun." “Have you ever lost a close friend?” “I’ve had friends get mad at me, and vice versa. But I’ve never lost a really close friend ... other than a few old boyfriends.” “I bet you had a lot of boyfriends.” “I’ve had my share. You will too. I had two boys get into a fight over me one time,” she said, almost bragging. “That had to suck,” I said. I was a ‘make love, not war’ kinda girl. But war ran a close second, as Jennifer might find out. “Admit it. You’d love having two guys fight over you.” “Maybe. It probably would depend on who ended up winning,” I said, smiling. “You’re so evil,” she amusingly said. “I think it’s a genetic trait,” I shot back. She wryly scrunched her lips at me. "Do a lot of families go?” I asked, keeping the question line open. "The campground we're going to attracts a lot of younger families and adults. Other campgrounds close by seem to cater more to older adults." "I bet those are the ones with all the swingers." "Where did you hear that?" "I read it on the internet." "Jeff Goldblum is dead too, according to the internet." "Who?” "Nevermind," she said, rolling her eyes. She then explained to me the myth about nudists just being horny adults. "Nudists and swingers are two different things. While a lot of swingers may be nudists, most people at the campgrounds I've been to are not swingers. If they are, they don't seem to advertise it to anyone." That didn’t mean they weren’t horny adults, but I didn’t want to start an argument right then. "So you've never been to a swinger's nudist campground?" I asked. "None of them around here actually cater to swingers. But, some are more willing to turn a blind eye to things, especially late at night around pools and hot tubs." I was really surprised she was talking this openly to me about swingers. I hadn't been judgmental in the way I'd asked about it though. That was probably why. "I wish Daddy had been able to come." "Me too. We're rarely apart for more than a day at a time." "You'll have to put up with sleeping with me and Jamie," I teased. "Well, you and Jamie better not keep me awake half the night screwing around." I cut my eyes at her cautiously. "Oh, c'mon, Melissa. We can pretend like nothing’s going on, but who are we fooling? Your father and I know about you two." It was no mystery. I knew they had to have known for some time. They had watched us the previous weekend on the webcam. Mom added, "Why do you think we had you go on birth control? There was no way we could risk you getting pregnant by Jamie." After recovering from her incredible and unexpected bluntness, I cautiously asked, "Why didn't you try to stop us?" "Other than a chastity belt, how were we supposed to accomplish that? Chaining you in the basement wasn’t an option ...” “Yeah. Where would Daddy have his office,” I joked. Mom sorta snorted. I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. She continued, “There isn’t a convent close by either." "I'd make a terrible nun," I joked again, and then quickly considered whether I should be joking around at that moment. I then added, "I guess I'm a terrible daughter." Mom sighed deeply, and then said, "You can be so pathetic at times." I glared at her. "Seriously,” she very seriously stated. “When have I ever said you’re a terrible daughter?" "Fucking my brother doesn't make me terrible?" I squeamishly asked. "No,” she amazingly said. “If it did, I'd have told you long ago when I knew you were giving him blowjobs." My eyes went wide from her admission about knowing that. I knew she probably knew, but I never expected her to tell me she did. "Why didn't you try to stop us?" "You'd have done it anyways, regardless of what me or your father said or did to stop it," she stated, glancing over at me for a few moments. She then added, “You’re too much like me.” "You could've at least said you wanted us to stop. Why didn’t you?" "If I wanted you to stop, I'd tell you." She smiled at my surprised stare. "What?" she asked after seeing how amazed I was. "You really don't mind?" I incredulously asked. "I really don’t mind, Melissa. It doesn't seem to be hurting either of you. You're both being careful with it,” she noted. “Why should I mind?” I don’t know why I was so surprised at what she was telling me. I guess I just never expected her to be that open and honest with me. “Did you ever regret being an only child?” I asked her. She’d had no ‘Jamie’ to have sex with. “Sure. I’d have loved having a big brother to play with.” I raised my eyebrows in further amazement. I glanced toward the back seat at Jamie. He still had his iPod stuffed in his ears. "Do you think I'm some stick in the mud fuddy duddy?" she asked with a smile. "Hardly,” I said, smiling back at her. “And certainly not after you watched me with Peter." "You two looked incredible. Thanks for the invitation," she grinned. "You're welcome, I think." "You knew I was watching. Did that make it more exciting?" "Gawd, Mom." "What did I say about 'momming' me?" "It's just ... Gawd!" "It's just sex, sweetie. It's meant to be enjoyed,” she sincerely said. “You just have to be smart." "Were you always smart when you were a teen?" "No one is always smart about anything, especially as a teenager." "Any regrets?" I asked, really curious if she would open up more. "Some, but none I can't live with." "Like what?" I prodded. She was quiet for a few moments, staring ahead at the road. She was closer than ever to opening up all the way with me. She glanced over at me. Probably trying to decide if she felt the time was right. "We're almost there,” she said, staring straight ahead again. I sucked on my lips in disappointment. She then glanced back over, and said, “Let's talk about this when we have more time." I put my hand on her arm, "Promise?" "You really want to know my teenage exploits?" "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours ... although I think you have way more to tell," I sorta teased. She took my hand in hers, "You may not like everything you hear." "Same with me. But, I promise not to judge you. Ever,” I told her. “I swear it, Mom.” She looked at me a little more relaxed. “So, is it a deal?" I asked, insisting on an answer. "It's a deal, but ..." she paused, and then glanced over at me. "Remember I'm your mother. I get to not like things, and do something about some of them if I think it’s hurting you." I looked at her, and softly said, "I love you too, Mom." ****** Once we got to the campground, Mom went to the business office with Mr. and Mrs. Rayner to take care of everything as far as registering. The sign above the office door gave the name of the campground as “Forest Acres Campground”. The way the campground was setup, you couldn't really see any of the nude guests from the office parking area. The office was inside what appeared to be the clubhouse though. I could hear splashing, which meant the pool and naked people were likely close by as well. The door to the office opened and the Rayners walked out followed by Mom talking with a nude couple. I knew we were at a nudist campground, but for some reason I wasn't mentally prepared to see a nude couple walking with my mother. They were an older couple. They looked like they were probably in their early fifties. They were both in great shape, and really really tanned. The lady was nice looking, and had rather large breasts. The man had the body of a runner. He also had the cock of a porn star. Jamie was even impressed enough to point him out to me. “Mel, look at that guy. I bet you’ve never seen one like that." "Holy shit," I muttered, gawking at the python hanging between his legs. It was the biggest fucking prick I'd ever seen! And it was soft! It must've been eight inches long just dangling there. What would that fucker look like hard? Mom opened the car door and stood talking to them for a moment longer. They were pointing and giving directions to our camp site. Then Mom introduced me to the nice naked people with the big boobs and monster cock. "This is my daughter Melissa. I'm sure you remember my son, Jamie," she said. "Melissa, this is Erica and John Meyer. They own and run the campground." "Hi," I said, politely. I even waved. I think I was waving at his cock though. It seemed to be waving at me. When Mom got back in the car, John and Erica walked back toward the office before turning back toward us. As Mom started the car and began to back up, she turned to me, and said, "Honey, stop drooling." "I'm not drooling!" Jamie reached over the backseat, "Here's a napkin, Mel." "I don't want your jerkoff rag," I shot back at him. "Calm down, you two," Mom smiled while scolding us. "And you, young lady, push your eyes back into their sockets." "Mom!" "She's in love, Mom," Jamie teased. "Shut up, Jamie!" I growled. "Now now, kiddies," she chastised again. She then looked back toward John and said, "He is rather large though, isn't he?" "Rather?" I asked, flabbergasted. "Seriously, Mom? I think his pecker has a pecker!" "Just don't keep staring at it. It's not polite." "I'm not staring," I said, while staring at it. "Mmm hmm," she replied. She was obviously enjoying my reaction to seeing my first donkey dick. As Mom drove down a long path, I started getting myself mentally prepared for what would likely be a memorable weekend. I turned to look at Jamie, and he was already taking off his clothes. Mom said, "I think someone is ready to go camping." "He's such a pervert," I replied. "You're the expert around here," he retorted. "I love it when you two are so nice to each other," Mom said, sarcastically. Mr. Rayner had already arranged ahead of time so that we'd be camping next to them and the Walcotts. After a short drive, we spotted the Walcotts already at their campsite. They were still getting their tents and stuff setup for the weekend. As it turned out, our campsites weren’t too far from the clubhouse. That was cool, I thought, especially considering we hadn’t really given the owners much notice. Mr. Rayner was going to be good to have around. Peter and Mike came over with their fathers to help Jamie put our tent up. I didn't know how to help, so I just stayed out of their way. It was the first time I'd even seen my parents' tent. I was determined to explore our shed a little more when I got home. They were all naked already. The people camping close to us were also naked. I still had my clothes on until Pam walked up and asked what I was waiting on. It was exhilarating once I had my clothes off. I glanced around to see if anybody was staring at me, but they weren't. I might as well have had clothes on. I didn’t know whether I should be disappointed or not. I wanted to feel sexy, but with nobody noticing my nudity it was difficult. Pam told me I'd get to where I wouldn't even think about the nudity. Yeah, right. It wasn't but only a moment later that an older man walked by our campsite. He had so much pubic hair that you could hardly make out his cock and testicles. I immediately dubbed him 'Wooly Bully'. Why didn't he trim that jungle just a little? You could get lost in that giving him a blowjob. Pam slapped my arm when she noticed me gawking. "I won't think about the nudity, huh?" I said to her. I glanced around a little more. I then spotted a man whose balls hung half way down his thighs! Those things were huge! You could ring the Liberty Bell with those knockers! His testicles were way out of proportion with his cock, which wasn't tiny either. Those things would do serious bodily harm if he got too carried away fucking your mouth. I dubbed him 'Jaw Breaker'. Pam grabbed my face, turning me to look at her. "Don't embarrass me, girl!" "It's a freak show around here!" "Not really. You'll get used to it. Just be cool. Don't act like a rookie. Pretend like you've been coming here for years." Maybe it had been a good idea not to tell me about this place when I was ten. Pam looked away for a moment. "Look over there," she said. I started to turn my head and she stopped me, "No, don't look at him, just look that way." I glanced in the direction she had looked. There was a really sexy man walking with this really sexy lady. He was ripped. "See, it's not just a freak show," Pam said, trying to be nonchalant. "I want to go camping with them," I stated, my voice indicating more optimism than before. "You're stuck with me, chica. And this isn't sex camp. So, behave." For some strange reason, I didn’t believe her. There were too many perverts here, and I was one of them. ****** Once the guys had the tent up, we got the rest of the car unloaded, which was mainly air mattresses and sleeping bags. Mom had brought along a cooler and some chairs for us as well. It wasn't a whole lot of stuff, but it had filled up the car. We had bags for toiletries, makeup, and stuff. Mom had some food and snacks for us as well. We also brought a change of clothes for when we left on Sunday. Peter then took me on a tour of the place. He didn't try to hold my hand, which perturbed me a little. I didn't try to hold his either though. I wondered if he was a little miffed about my saying we weren't a couple a few days ago. I spotted some cabins a short distance away from the clubhouse. Peter told me those were for rent, and that some people rented them out for the whole summer. We turned to walk in the opposite direction and came face to face with someone we both knew pretty well. She didn’t really look very comfortable seeing me either. "Hi, Mel," she said, sounding like she usually did. "Hi, Jennifer," I replied rather stiffly. I could tell she was checking me out. I got the impression she was sizing up her competition. It was the first time either of us had seen the other naked. I was impressed too. She was very pretty with clothes on. She was freakin' cute as fuck with them off. Her body was about my size, maybe slightly more muscular, but still very feminine. She had a very flat tummy like mine too. Her breasts were a little larger, but not enough for her to brag about. Her nipples were very sexy the way they topped off her breasts. Her lips were slightly fuller than mine too, very kissable. I thought she was very attractive. I couldn't blame Peter if he was interested in her. Fuck, I was interested in her! But she was the enemy. Peter finally spoke up, "I'm showing Mel around. This is her first time camping here." "I heard," Jennifer said. "What do you think of it so far?" "It's cool. I've seen some interesting ... things," I grinned. "I take it you've seen Wooly Bully?” She said, busting out into a smile. I couldn't believe she'd given him the same nickname! I laughed and said, "Girl, that man needs a hedge trimmer for Christmas." The tension I felt had eased a good bit. I was glad, but I wasn't about to forget what had brought that tension on. Jennifer walked around with us for a while. She told me some things to look out for, and some fun things to do. She told me to stay away from the hot tub at night. That's when it was filled with men who had been drinking. She'd gotten felt up one time by some dude sitting close to her while she was getting out. She was being really nice to me. In fact, she wasn't really paying a whole lot of attention to Peter while we walked together. Peter seemed just like himself too. If anything, he was looking at me more than her. "Let's go swimming," Jennifer said to us. "Anything I should know about the pool?" I asked. "Just don't pee in it," Peter said. Jennifer and I both popped his arm. There were a lot of people in and around the pool. It seemed to be the place to be during the day. Mostly it was just kids in the pool. The parents of the younger ones were in the water with them. The rest of the adults seemed to prefer to just layout on the lounge chairs around the pool. A few older teens were there too. A boy that looked a few years older than us swam up to the side of the pool. "Who's your friend," he asked, looking at Jennifer. "Melissa, this is my brother, Derek." Nice body I immediately observed. Even in the water I could tell he was yummy. "Hi, Melissa," he said. "Most people just call me 'Mel'," I told him. "Melissa is a prettier name," he said, flirting with me. I wondered if that bothered Peter. If it did, he didn't show it. "Half the girls in the world are named 'Melissa'," I replied. "You should sue them. The name fits you better," Derek said, scoring some big points with me. "Ignore my brother," Jennifer said to me. "He's just a horn dog." "Aren't all guys?" I asked, playfully poking her arm. "Hey!" Derek and Peter both protested at the same time. He and Peter seemed to be on good terms, but I doubted they'd ever hung out together given their age difference. I found out Derek had turned fifteen in June. That difference didn't matter between Derek and me though. He was almost the perfect age. Another year older and he'd be able to drive without an adult during the day. That would've been perfect. He might think I was too young, but I had what every fifteen year old boy wanted. Well, at least those that weren't gay. I then spotted Julie walking into the pool area. Derek immediately walked over to her. They both seemed very pleased to see each other. “Are they ...” I started to ask. “Yeah,” Jennifer replied. “They’ve been hanging out a lot this summer.” I looked at Peter as if to ask ‘why don’t I know about this?’ “They’ve just been hanging out,” Peter replied. This boy was gonna have to learn how to gossip if he was going to hang with me. Jennifer chuckled, “Just hanging out, my ass. They’ve been inseparable lately. Sometimes I think she lives at our house.” Way to go Julie, I thought. I so needed to start calling her more. I was definitely curious to know if she’d told Derek about her exploits, like the spanking she got from Kari while sucking off my father. We got in the pool together. We did some light horse playing, but tried not to upset the adults. Mostly Jennifer, Derek, and Peter talked about the campground, trying to get me up to speed. As well as everything was going, I kept a close eye on Jennifer the whole time. She was being cool though. She wasn't trying to hang on Peter or anything. Maybe I misjudged her? But then I remembered what Pam had told me. A few times when no one seemed to be paying attention to us, Peter would grab my butt. I suppose I should've taken exception to it, but I loved it, especially with Jennifer there as well. He'd better not try to grab her ass though. One time when we were close together in a corner of the pool, I grabbed his cock. "Mel! Don't give me a hard-on!" he quietly exclaimed. "No one will see it but me," I teased him. "I won't be able to get out of the pool if you get me hard." "I'll behave then," I said sweetly, and then tugged on his rapidly growing dick. "I'm serious, Mel! It's tough enough being in here with you." Awww! I was so going to fuck his eyes out later for that. "I'll really behave then. And I'll take care of that thing later." "Promise?" he asked, almost begging. "I'm gonna fuck you sideways, buster." I glanced down. His cock looked like a torpedo ready to sink my pussy. "You're enjoying torturing me!" he complained. "I swear, I'll be good now ... until later," I seductively said, and then swam off. He mostly stayed in that corner of the pool for the next little bit, willing his cock to go soft. After a while, he did join the rest of us again. Jennifer became very talkative with me. We'd always been pretty good friends. Even if she were competing for Peter's attention, she didn't seem to want it to come between the two of us. It left me puzzled though. I wanted to hate her in a big way, but I really liked her. "Guess what, Mel," Jennifer said. "You peed in the pool?" I joked. "Ha ha,” she sarcastically replied. “My mom's going to be teaching at our school this year." I knew her mom had been a teacher where they'd lived before. She hadn't been able to get a teaching job last year after they’d moved. "Cool, I guess. Your mom will know everything about you this year though." "I don’t mind. Mom isn't a bitch like a lot of teachers. You'll like her. I already know you're going to be in one of her classes." Holy shit. "This is a good thing?" I skeptically asked. "Yeah, trust me. My mom is sooo cool." "I've never even met your mom ... or dad,” I said. “I don't even know what she looks like." "You'll get to meet her while you're here. I bet you'll really like her. She doesn't have a stick up her butt like most adults." God, this girl was so innocent and naive. Most of the adults I knew wanted to stick stuff up my butt. Jennifer added, "I'll take you by our cabin later today so you can meet her. She and dad went to the nearby town to get some things earlier. I doubt they're back yet." "I hope they remembered to put their clothes on." "She won't be a teacher for long if she didn't,” she seriously said. She then put her hands on my arms, and said, “Mel, you can't ever tell anyone that she is a nudist. She’d likely get fired if anyone with the school district found out." "I know all about keeping secrets, chica,” I reassuringly told her. “Don't sweat it, okay? Julie’s parents are teachers too. I don’t hurt people like that ...” I said, before adding for her benefit, “... even if they piss me off big time." She didn’t seem to react to that though. She was being a cool cookie if she was trying to steal my sweetie. “Thanks, Mel. I knew you’d be cool.” Something wasn’t right with this. She sure wasn’t acting like I was her rival for Peter’s affections. If anything, she was back to her old self. Was she that good at playing me? After we got out of the pool, Jennifer told us she would see us later. She sorta hugged me when she did, which was a first for her. She didn't hug Peter though. I probably would've ripped her arms off if she had. (continued in chapter 28) ----- Copyright © 2002-2012 Pookie. All rights reserved.