Chapter Twenty-Nine

Saturday morning came quicker than I wanted. Mom was still spooning me. I'd cuddled with her when I was younger. I was older now. It wouldn't be too unusual though if we both hadn't been naked.

I could feel her nipples against my back. Her hand was almost cupping my right breast. Her right leg was between my slightly spread legs. I could feel her pussy pressing against my leg. I started to move, but then didn't. While a bit unnerving, we weren't doing anything inappropriate. If we’d had our clothes on, or at least panties, it would’ve felt like any other time she’d cuddle with me.

We both had crashed after the wild episode with Jamie. He'd been high and a little drunk when he’d crashed before us as well. He’d had only one orgasm the whole evening while we hung out with the others, and that one had been with me. I figured watching everything and the rest of us having sex had gotten him worked up so much that he ended up needing to jerk off during the night. I wondered if he would even remember it happening, or would think it had just been a wet dream.

I did get some good sleep while Mom was snuggling with me, but it had only been for a few hours. I needed so much more than that, or I was gonna be a holy terror to be around. But I was excited about the previous day. I had a boyfriend. My mom and I had really started connecting. I didn't know how she would feel about what I'd witnessed the previous night in the light of day, but I was going to make sure she knew I was cool with it.

I finally twisted around in her arms to face her with us both on our sides, waking her up in the process.

"Good morning, Mom."

"Good morning, daughter,” she sleepily replied. “What time is it?"

"I'm not sure, but I think it's still rather early."

"Why'd you wake me up then?" she playfully complained.

"I thought you might want to cuddle with Jamie a little while," I teased.

"Oh God!" she groaned, rolling over onto her back. "I can't believe you saw that."

I crawled over to her, draping myself over her chest. My arm was wrapped around her, with my face above her breasts.

"Mom, it's cool. Don't freak out on me. I didn't freak out when it happened,” I quietly told her.

Her brow creased as she looked at me skeptically.

“Well, not much," I shyly added.

Mom put her hand up to her head and avoided looking directly at me. "I shouldn't have done that, not in front of you."

I laid my head down on her chest. "Mom, I'm glad you did it in front of me," I reassuringly told her.

She finally lifted her head to look at me, putting her hands behind her to support herself. I lifted mine as well. I was smiling at her. A smile formed on her face as well.

"You're glad I did that in front of you?" she skeptically asked, somewhat surprised by my reaction. She then scolded herself, "I'm corrupting you."

I was having none of it. I didn't want her to feel bad about what she'd done. I'd done it with Daddy with her blessing, at least after the fact. Now I wanted to give her my approval.

I tilted my head, searching for her eyes.

"Like mother, like daughter?" I asked, wanting her to admit that I was already just like her.

"You might not like me if you knew what your mother was really like."

She’d already said this to me several times recently. I just didn’t know how to get her comfortable enough to talk to me about her past. I knew if I could, we could be so much closer. Maybe even best friends, in a way.

"I've been assured by a few friends that you've never killed anyone,” I lightheartedly told her. “There is nothing else that can make me not like or love you. Nothing."

"I'm not so sure ..."

I interrupted her, leaning up a little to put my face right in hers.

"Nothing, Mom. I mean it," I said insistently. “I don’t care what you might have done. I’m certainly no angel.”

It was clear Mom wasn’t aware of everything Mrs. Thomas was telling me. I figured Mrs. Thomas would at least warn her that I now knew about her history as a porn actress and prostitute. Maybe Mom didn’t think she would tell me about those things. Mrs. Clark hadn’t. I wondered if she’d be pissed off at her friend for revealing those things to me. Apparently, Mrs. Thomas didn’t think she would be.

She pulled me tightly to her, kissing my cheek for the longest time. Her fingers stroked through my hair. I was her baby girl still. In a weird way, that seemed to be the problem! I knew she wasn't convinced I'd be okay with her past, and with whatever other secrets she had. Thirteen year old girls are not supposed to be friends with their mothers. But there were a lot of things we were both doing that we weren't supposed to. Our relationship was complicated at best. I was going to have to keep reassuring her as she let me slowly get to know her better.

"Mom, you smell like ... well ... Jamie."

"You don't smell like a rose yourself, little one."

I just grinned.

“I heard through the grapevine that you and Peter are now a real couple,” she happily said.

“I told you yesterday that he’s officially my boyfriend now,” I said, wondering why she didn’t remember.

“Uh, no. I heard I have a son-in-law,” she corrected me with curious look.

“Oh, my Gawd!” I softly exclaimed and buried my head in my hands against her chest. “Who told you about that?!”

“That’s top secret.”

“Mom, who told you?!” I quietly, but demandingly asked.

She glanced over at Jamie.

“When could he have told you about that?!” I asked. “We were together the whole night!”

“Not the whole night,” she stated. “He left the tent a few times.”

I tilted my head and looked at her curiously. Fucking hell! He’d had Mom’s camera! She’d been there!

“You gave him the camera, didn’t you?”

How come Jamie knew where Mom was? Who was she seeing that I didn’t know but Jamie did? I would have to question him later. But then again, he had been camping before, so he probably knew things about Mom that I didn’t. That really sucked.

“He said there was a wedding to film. I love weddings.”

“So, you’ve seen the ...”

She nodded.

“Oh, God!” I exclaimed, covering my blushing face with my hands.

“You were a lovely bride. It sucks that I didn’t get an invitation.”

“Mom!”

She took my head in her hands and pulled me down so that my ear was close to her lips.

“You and Peter were beautiful together.”

I could only squeal a little out of embarrassment.

She continued, “The way you fucked him, I knew for sure you were in love.”

I was a little shocked at her saying it that way. I looked at her, biting my lip.

“You really saw the video?” I said, sorta cringing.

“Yeah ... but I’d already watched you two from outside the tent,” she said. I was mortified. She added, “You guys really should make sure the tent is closed up good if you’re going to have an orgy.”

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed, cringing even more. I cautiously asked, “You’re not mad?”

She glanced over at a sleeping Jamie before answering.

“I played with myself watching you,” she daringly admitted.

My mouth dropped open.

“Well, it was pretty hot,” she said as justification.

“I can’t believe this!” I squealed. “You’re really not upset?”

“No, I’m not,” she stated. “It wasn’t like the first time I watched you and Peter.”

“Yeah, I sorta forgot about that,” I realized. “I guess you liked my performance.”

“I can’t believe my daughter is so talented,” she said, teasing me.

“Penny told me I’d make a great porn actress,” I replied, taking the opening to raise the subject. I hoped she would use it as an opportunity to talk to me about her past.

She hesitated for just a moment.

“I want better for you,” she said, rather seriously. It wasn’t the admission I was hoping for, but she was passing on wisdom in her own way. I decided I wouldn’t push the issue. But I did let her know I would be okay with the idea.

“I bet it would be fun though,” I said. “I mean, it’s just sex. And you have money to buy clothes and stuff with. I think it would be cool.”

She looked thoughtfully at me.

I added, “Plus, it’s very educational, I hear.”

“Yeah?” she asked, her interest obviously piqued.

“How else would you ever be able to show me a girl squirting her cum?” I explained, blushing big time.

She dropped her head back laughing, “Did I really say I’d show you that?”

“Yes, you did,” I insisted while giggling and laying my head on her chest, hugging her to me. I then asked, “Can you do it?”

“What?”

“Squirt, silly.”

“I’ve never been able to quite do it.”

“That sucks,” I replied. I pouted my bottom lip as I said, “I was hoping you could teach me.”

She looked at me incredulously. I just grinned while biting my lip.

“I would like to see the video Jamie took last night.”

“We’ll see about that when we get home.”

A very thoughtful look appeared on her face, I guessed she was deciding what she would let me see. Perhaps there were other things on the tape she would not want me to see.

“I need to go wash Jamie off of me,” she chuckled, while changing the subject.

“Yes, you do. We’re gonna have to hose the tent down.”

“Stop complaining, young lady,” she shot back at me while laughing. “Or I’ll complain about Peter and Mike and ...”

“Okay, Mom!” I quickly interrupted her, blushing yet again. “But actually, it is only Peter and Mike, Julie got the rest before the wedding,” I whispered quietly

“Did she? And what did you get?”

“Mom!”

She gave me that ‘Don’t mom me’ look again. “Well, aren’t you going to tell me?”

“You know that Julie is making out with Derek.”

“So you got to taste a Preston. I bet that was a new one for you.”

“Didn’t taste that much different though.”

“They never do, sweetie. But you’re still leaking cum from those two out on my leg,” she friskily complained, reaching to slap my butt.

I leaned up enough to look down between us. She was right.

“Sorry,” I embarrassingly said, laying back down on her. I wanted to stay like this with her. I loved feeling this close to her.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Who were you visiting last night?”

“Just some friends I know.”

“Who?” I blurted out, hoping she wouldn’t get mad.

“John and Erica, if you must know,” displaying a little irritation.

“Donkey dick?”

“Yes, little one. Donkey dick,” she lightheartedly confirmed.

“Did you ...” I started to say, and she looked at me very disapprovingly. I bit my lips and shut up.

“No, I didn’t,” she blurted out. I started smiling at her for answering instead of scolding me for being impertinent. God, I hoped to never hear her use that word with me again.

“It’s just ... how could any girl ... It’s so freakin’ big!”

“It can be done,” she said, smiling knowingly at me.

“I’ll just take your word for it,” I chuckled.

“Good idea,” she added, tickling me.

We finally untangled, grabbed a couple of towels, and headed for the showers near the clubhouse. We didn't say anything to each other on the way, but we did smile a lot at each other.

******

The showers were communal. They were enclosed all the way around for the most part, offering privacy from those just passing by. There were no doors to close though. There were no stalls. You did your business in full view of anyone else taking a shower as well. Mom said it wasn't unusual to see whole families bathing together while others did the same next to them. Modesty was left at the entrance to the campground.

Mom and I shared a shower head. We were a couple of shower heads to the right of the entrance. The only other people were two men. One of them was two shower heads over from us on the right. The other man was further away at a shower head on the opposite wall, diagonal to us.

Still being new at the whole nudist thing, I did feel rather uncomfortable about bathing myself in front of them. I'd been naked in front of a lot of adults, but to do something so personal made me feel a little embarrassed. I tried not to show it though. I was determined not to look at them in hope they wouldn't look at me.

How'd that work out? Not too good. Showering with a mom, who had a terrific body and a beautiful face, ensured that those men would be glancing in our direction quite often. Also, I couldn't resist checking them out. It's how I was wired, I suppose.

The men weren't shy at all. They soaped themselves up, including their cocks, without any obvious concern for doing it in front of me. If anything, they seemed to revel in the opportunity to touch themselves in front of me. If we'd been in a public park, they'd have been arrested. But here, they could fondle themselves in front of a thirteen year old girl and her mom without any repercussions ... as long as they didn't get a hard-on.

Erections are generally considered inappropriate at campgrounds like this. Of course, they happen. Nature sometimes over-rules good intentions. Same goes for nipples. I suppose a guy has more control over his dick than I do over my two sometimes pointy things. A cool breeze will automatically kick in my high beams. If a guy does get hard, he's expected not to just stand there showing it off, or walk around poking people in the stomach with it. Excusing yourself is considered the best approach until the situation resolves itself.

Mom and I washed each other's backs. While she was washing mine, she whispered in my ear, "Someone is staring at you."

"Who?" I covertly asked.

"The one furthest from us."

I casually glanced and spotted who she was talking about. I couldn't believe I hadn't recognized him from the previous night. It was Mr. Pervert.

"That guy stared at me the whole time I was in the hot tub last night," I quietly told her.

"I'm gonna need a list of all your admirers," Mom teased me, glancing back over at my suitor.

“He’s a perv, Mom. He’s more your age anyways,” I said, preparing to get popped by her. “You should go for it. His name is Mr. Pervert. Go say hi.”

“Watch it, young lady. I know where you live,” she subtly threatened her retribution. ”You have to sleep sometime.”

The other man closer to us had just finished showering. He gathered up the few things he'd brought with him and walked past us to leave. Mom and I played it cool until he'd left.

Alone now with Mr. Pervert, I started feeling mischievous. I glanced over at my admirer from the previous night. We definitely had his attention.

"Should we put on a show for him?" I impishly asked Mom.

"Melissa!" she quickly said, giving me the dirty look I usually got when she didn't like something. But the look on her face also showed something else this time. Intrigue? Aroused curiosity? She only paused a moment though before asking, "What do you mean by 'put on a show'?"

"I put on a show for him last night," I playfully hinted at my misbehavior.

"What did you do?!" she anxiously asked, more as a friend wanting in on a secret than as a concerned mother. She was definitely intrigued, if not concerned, by my admission.

"I forgot to be ladylike while sitting on the edge of the hot tub."

Her mouth opened in awe. She cut her eyes back at Mr. Pervert, and then back at me before saying with a wide smile, "You're so bad."

Her reaction emboldened me.

"I even stuck out my boobies for him to appreciate," I smugly told her. I looked down at them, creasing my brow, and more humbly said, "... what little there is."

"Stop it, Melissa. You have terrific boobage," she reassured me yet again. "I'm sure he enjoyed the view."

Mom hadn't answered my question about putting on a show, but she hadn't quashed the idea either.

"So?" I asked, looking at her hopefully.

"So what?"

"The show ... Wanna?" I asked, quickly glancing back at Mr. Pervert. He was already enjoying the view he had of us.

She hesitated, but was slightly smiling. She was actually considering doing it!

"We could get into trouble," she cautiously warned, but it was clear the idea had piqued her interest.

"Mr. Pervert won't rat us out. Let’s do it," I enthusiastically, but quietly, encouraged her.

She glanced back over at him again, before asking, "What do you want to do?” I wasn’t sure how far I could push things, but I was gonna push until she stopped me.

"Let’s turn sideways to him, like this," I said, stepping so that Mr. Pervert could get a great profile view of both of us. "You reach around me with both hands to soap my front from behind. Then I'll do you."

I turned my back to her, and took a half step backwards so that I was almost pressing against her.

"I can't," she quietly, but unconvincingly, resisted.

I quickly turned my head to look at her. "You can!" I reassured her. I was urging her to let herself go and enjoy the moment with me. We both wanted to do this together. I could see it in her eyes. She had to at least attempt to be a responsible adult though. I was still her daughter, but I'd already seduced her into playing this game with me. We both knew it.

"Don't pull on my nipples or anything," I said. "Just wash me."

"Melissa ..." she protested halfheartedly, but she'd already made up her mind to go for it anyway.

I reached for the body wash I'd brought and handed it to her. She took some of it in her hand and set the bottle down on the floor beside us.

"Now put your hands on my sides, and start washing me."

I raised my arms up, bending my elbows so that my hands were together on top of my head. I was posing for Mr. Pervert. Mom tentatively moved her soapy hands up and down my sides.

"Do my front, too," I softly encouraged her.

She made a soft noise in her throat, which sounded sexy. Her natural instinct was to protest, but she didn’t. She then timidly moved her hands over my tummy, slowly rubbing from below my breasts to just above my pussy. Her hands felt incredible on me.

"My boobs. Don't forget my boobs."

"Honey ..."

"Just wash me, Mom. Just do it slow, like you were just doing."

“Melissa, this is so wrong ...”

“I’m a dirty girl, Mom. Bathe me.”

“Oh, my God,” she quietly groaned, and gave up resisting.

Her hands glided up my flanks to the pits of my underarms, her fingers just barely brushing the flesh of my tits, not yet daring to move them completely over the soft flesh. I stepped back slightly into her more, until I felt her breasts touching my back.

"Melissa, this is crazy!" she softly complained, but she didn't stop moving her hands over me.

“You’re doing great. Don’t stop.”

I glanced down at my nipples. They'd never been stiffer. They were swollen and hard like never before. My mom was enjoying the feeling of my lithe teen body. It was naughty enough that we were doing this in front of the pervert, but we were also mother and daughter. This was totally wrong. We were throwing caution to the wind for a thrill that most anyone else would likely condemn us for. Mr. Pervert wasn’t complaining though. Nor had he moved an inch. He had the whole front row to watch our sexy show.

Mom’s hands moved down to my hips. I moved my hands from above my head down to hers, taking her hands and moving them over my breasts before releasing them and letting my arms fall to my sides. I swallowed hard as she kept her hands where I'd left them. I was quietly daring her to completely let go and molest me in front of a man who was a stranger to us.

"Oh, God," she softly exclaimed, as she surrendered to the moment and squeezed my breasts softly.

"That's it, Mom. All over," I encouraged her.

My body was on fire. We were completely wet from the water. My pussy was wet for a different reason. I was trembling from feeling a little overwhelmed by it all. Mom was really getting into it, too. Any reservations she'd had were definitely gone. I began moving sensually back against her body as her hands began to slowly roam over my small mounds, soaping them up. Her forearms pressed into my breasts as her hands gently rubbed my upper chest and neck. I moved my hands back slightly to touch her legs, and began slowly caressing the outside of her thighs. We were actresses in a soft porn movie.

She then slid her hands sensuously back over my breasts. My nipples were still responding, digging into the palm of her soft hands. She could feel my heavy breathing. She had to know I was turned on by her touches. She wasn’t shying away though.

Placing her chin on my shoulder facing Mr. Pervert, her hands then glided down across my torso, going further than before, her finger tips reaching just above my pussy.

"Is he looking," Mom softly said in my ear. Her voice gave away her growing lust.

While she kept staring ahead, I turned my head slightly so I could see if he was still looking. Our faces were now touching, cheek to cheek. "Yeah," I said. In fact, his mouth was hanging open. His cock was showing its approval, too.

I kept my face against hers, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. She nuzzled slightly against my face and neck. I added, “He likes what he sees, too.”

I slithered back against her more. She moved her body with mine.

"You're good at this," I complimented her.

"Like mother, like daughter," she replied, moving her arms to hug me back against her.

“I think you’ve done this before,” I suggested.

“Not with a prettier girl,” she throatily said in my ear. I whimpered softly at her confession. Our desire was completely controlling both of us.

"Time to wash your legs," she announced, crouching down slowly without losing contact with my body. Her breasts slid down my back and over my pert ass.

After filling her hands with more body wash, she gently glided them up and down each of my legs. I bent my right leg slightly, giving our audience a different view of the curvature of my supple body.

I was giving an erotic performance. We both were now. I slid my open hands over my chest, touching myself intimately, feeling my nipples the way Mom had. She purposely slid a hand along my inner thighs up to my throbbing cunt, pausing to tease both me and our audience.

Finally, she rose up slightly from her crouch. Those soft hands cupped my butt cheeks firmly at first, before she gently fondled my firm ass for a few moments. I was struggling to breathe. She then inserted her fingers between my cheeks, gently gliding her hand up and down the crack of my ass. A finger touched my butt hole, lingering, causing me to clinch my cheeks together, attempting to trap her finger in that spot.

When I finally released it, her hand glided between my legs, cupping my pussy. Her fingers slowly rubbed all over my mound, one of them sliding between my pussy lips and touching my clit. She began to slightly wiggle a finger against my little bud.

I put my hands down below my tummy, close to hers, making it appear that I was holding her hand in place. I was cumming the entire time. Mom seemed to also sense it, moving against me to steady me, but keeping her hand right over my pussy.

She finally stood up, moving me under the stream of water to rinse me. I turned so that I was facing her, our bodies against each other.

"My turn," she said, grinning.

Stepping back out of the teeming water, Mom turned around and I proceeded to do the same thing to her. She then proceeded to show me just how skilled she was at looking sensual. Mr. Pervert was getting one hell of a free erotic show. I was giving Mom my best as well. Any inhibitions we had were long gone. I gave to her as good as she’d given to me.

I took my time washing her breasts. I so wanted mine to be like hers before long. They were several cup sizes larger. Her nipples were similar to mine, but larger. They were all crinkly from her arousal. They felt incredible pressing against my palms. I spread my fingers and let her nipples strum them as I moved my hands back and forth on her tits.

After washing her shoulders and back, I moved my hands to cup her butt cheeks, gently fondling them while also washing them. I could hear slight moans from her, which only encourage me to do more. Squatting down like she’d done, I sensuously washed each of her legs. Mom had gorgeous legs. I was proud of her for staying in such great shape.

While still squatting, I moved my hands back up to her ass. I could see up between her legs. I slipped several fingers between her cheeks, moving them against her puckered hole. I pushed a little against the opening. She sorta flinched but didn’t attempt to stop me. The tip of my finger slipped inside. I was glad she hadn’t tried to protest. I was already way past what I should ever do with her. I probed a little more before taking my hand away.

When it came time to wash her pussy, I began doing the same to her as she’d done to me. Feeling I needed to be more daring, I slid a finger inside her hole. Her body became tense for a moment before she gave into me. I was finger fucking my mom in front of a stranger. He couldn’t see exactly what I was doing though. After a short time, I focused on her clit like she’d done me. I knew she was cumming. She’d been cumming since the moment my finger slipped inside her.

Finally, I stood up and had Mom turn around to face me. Mr. Pervert still only had a profile view of us.

We stepped back into the flow of the water. I reached around Mom to place my hands gently on her butt cheeks, laying my head against her chest. We were through washing, but I didn't want this to end so soon.

"We better get out of here," she finally said to me.

I glanced over at Mr. Pervert. He was standing there still in awe of us. He was also still showing his approval in a big way.

"Mom, Mr. Pervert still has a hard-on. It's waving at us," I said, almost giggling.

"Turn and wave back at him," she challenged me. I looked up at her in wide eyed amazement. She pressed me further, "I dare you."

We both turned our heads in his direction and gave him a coquettish wave. He stiffly waved back, still bug eyed at the show we'd given him.

We quickly grabbed our stuff and left the showers, laughing as we left. We ran a short distance before we stopped to dry off.

Mom shook her head at me before saying, "You're a great showoff."

"Like daughter, like mother?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely," she grinned excitedly.

"God, Mom. Such a potty mouth. Tsk tsk," I replied, feigning indignation.

Mom grabbed me and pinched my butt before smacking it, "You are so bad!"

"It's your fault," I playfully retorted while still in her grasp. "You could've said no back there."

She softly spoke in my ear, "I'm glad we did it. You were incredibly sexy."

Our eyes then met. I then surprised her with a kiss, holding my lips to hers longer than a daughter should with her mom. My tongue found hers for a moment. She didn't complain though, hugging me again after our lips parted.

She looked back in the direction we'd came from, "Let’s go before your boyfriend walks out of the showers and finds us, missy."

"He's also your boyfriend now," I provoked her. “Daddy is going to be sooo jealous.”

"Mr. Pervert could be your new daddy," she teased back.

"Don't even joke about something like that,” I playfully protested. “Anyways, Daddy will get over it and keep you."

"Do you think he will spank me for being bad?"

I held my hand up and turned my head away, pretending to be appalled at the idea of my parents being frisky together, "I don't need to know about that, Mom."

"Pussy," she playfully razzed me.

I hissed at her before we started walking back to our tent, laughing and joking together the whole way.

******

It was still pretty early when we got back to our campsite. I didn't see Peter or his sisters, which probably meant they were still asleep. I decided not to bother him. We had plenty of time to be together. I dried my hair as best I could, and then decided to do some exploring around the campground on my own.

After walking around for about thirty minutes, I found myself back at the small lake we'd discovered the day before. I remembered the alcoves some distance away from the dock. I was betting the tree line created natural blind spots along the hillside from the rest of the lake. I also remembered thinking how private it would likely be.

The sun was high enough that it was already quite warm. It would be a perfect day to lay out by the lake on the grass. It would also be a perfect day and place to be alone to fuck my boyfriend. We could take our time and really enjoy each other without much fear of being disturbed. I was already making plans for us later in the day.

I walked out onto the dock, to see just how well the alcoves could be viewed. It wouldn't be a good thing to get caught fucking on just my second day at the campground. Mom would be totally pissed if I got us thrown out. I doubted the owners would cut us much slack. They had the reputation of the place to consider.

From the end of the dock, it was difficult to see into this one alcove about a hundred yards away. That would be perfect. I decided to go check it out closer to see what it was like.

I walked along the edge of the lake until I approached the spot where the alcove began. The tree line was about a hundred feet from the edge of the water at most places along that part of the lake, except right where the shore curved back to create the alcove.

At that spot, the tree line came much closer to the water. It created a great shield to block the view from the rest of the lake. I figured anyone on the hillside behind the trees would be able to see anyone approaching from some distance away, if they were keeping an eye out.

As I walked a little closer to where the alcove began, I heard voices. Obviously, I wasn't the first person to discover the advantages of this part of the lake.

I quietly stepped to the trees that came closest to the edge of the water so that I could peek around to see who was on the other side on the hillside. It was then that I saw who they were. I was totally pissed.

Sitting close together on the hillside were Peter and Jennifer. It was more than obvious that they’d planned this.

"You're not going to tell Melissa about me, are you?" Jennifer asked Peter.

"No, I promised you I wouldn't."

What the fuck?!

"She'll probably not want anything to do with me ever if she finds out. She'd crucify me with her friends, too."

"She won't find out from me. So, chill out."

I was stunned at what I was listening to. God, damn it! Peter was scheming with Jennifer to hide their relationship!

"She's my only real friend at school," she said, sullenly.

That was probably also true. That was certainly now a thing of the past.

Peter put his arm around her and pulled her to him, “You’ll always have me.”

It's a good thing my eyes weren't death rays, or there would've been nothing left of the two of them. If Peter wanted to be with her, fucking fine with me! Don't fucking sneak around on me like that though! I was ready to rip out Jennifer's fucking soul and stomp it into the ground. She's damn right I wouldn't want anything more to do with her! And as for Peter, he better never come near me again.

Peter then said, "We better get back before we get caught."

Too late for that. My cheeks were wet with tears. How could Peter do that to me?! He was going to pay though. And so was his bitch. They were both about to discover my wrath.

They got up and shook out their towels. I quickly realized I needed to hide back in the trees to keep from being discovered. I didn't want them to know I'd already found them out. I certainly didn't want them to see me crying. So, I quickly moved back away from the edge of the lake and hid behind a few trees. I was praying I wouldn't walk up on a snake though. That would've been the cherry on top of my day. Fortunately, the area wasn't overgrown.

They didn't look back my way as they walked from behind the trees near the edge of the lake. If they had, they probably would've noticed me. It's a good thing they didn't. A confrontation right then would've been bad for everyone. I'd deal with them both a little later, but on my terms. I also didn't want either of them to think I'd followed them like a sad little puppy.

Before they got very far from me, I heard Jennifer say, "I don't care if you two are together now. I'm not going to give up. She doesn’t belong with you."

Peter stopped and turned to her, “I can’t help that I like her. I have for a long time. I’m sorry. It doesn’t have to affect us though.”

Jennifer looked like she was almost in tears herself. The bitch was about to shed a whole lot more after I got through destroying her. They both were so busted. They totally sucked at sneaking around behind my back. I'd make Peter pay for this somehow. The only person I've ever really physically fought before was Jamie, and we were a lot younger when that happened. I was ready to beat the shit out of both of them. I had to get control of myself before confronting both of them.

******

It was about an hour later when Peter found me. I'd gone for a walk on the path where just the day before he'd asked me to be his girlfriend. My emotions were all over the place. I was either seething anger, or crying. Many times both. I'd put my emotions out there for him. I'd let him see a part of me no one else ever had. And not even a full day later, I'd caught him with another girl. This wasn't supposed to happen to me!

"Mel! Wait up!" Peter yelled from some distance away. I kept walking without looking back.

I heard him getting closer. I didn't break stride though. I wasn’t mentally or emotionally ready to talk to him like I wanted.

“Melissa! Wait!” he called out as he got closer.

As he came along side of me, he asked, "What's wrong? Why didn’t you ..."

I interrupted him without looking in his direction. "Leave me alone right now," my voice trembled. I then wished I hadn't said anything. I wasn’t going to be able to mask my feelings.

He moved in front of me. I'd never felt so emotionally vulnerable as I did right then.

Putting his hand on my arm, he asked "Why are you crying?” I jerked away from him, and turned to walk in the opposite direction, but he wouldn't let me. "Will you talk to me? What's wrong?"

Trying to control my voice, I asked, "Where were you earlier?"

He hesitated answering me. He could've tried to lie, but he didn't. He quickly figured out that I knew he'd been with her.

"It's not what you think."

"Then what was it?"

"She's just a friend. We just talked about something that's bothering her."

"And you had to go off someplace you could be alone together, right? Someplace no one else could even see you, is that it?"

"Mel, it's not ..."

I interrupted, screaming, "WHAT THE FUCK IS IT THEN?!"

"I'm not cheating on you, if that's what you think," he nervously exclaimed.

"So, why the need to go off to a secluded spot at the lake?"

I was now in interrogation mode. He had some explaining to do.

"We've gone there before to talk. Mel, she and I have known each other since we were eight years old ... long before her parents even moved to our city. We're just friends. That's all! She just needed someone to talk to."

"What did you talk about?"

"I can't tell you. I promised her I wouldn’t."

I glared at him hard, "Fuck you then."

"Mel, I'm not interested in her!" he pleaded. "I ... I love you."

I wasn't prepared for that. I then figured he was trying to play me.

I skeptically asked, "You 'love' me, but you can't tell me what's going on between you and another girl?"

"I told you ... Nothing is going on between us!"

"You just talked. That's all? Really?" I asked, making my disbelief very clear. "Sitting with her in a secluded spot at the lake?"

"I know it looks bad ..."

I interrupted again, angrily asking "Did you put your arm around her while you 'just talked'?"

He looked at me surprised. He had to be asking himself how I could know that, "I was just being a friend, Mel."

"We were just friends when you fucked me the first time. Were you that friendly with her, too?"

"I swear that nothing else happened ... or ever has ... or ever will between me and her."

I was getting even angrier. Did he seriously think I would just accept what he was saying? How the hell could he seriously say that?!

"Nothing will ever happen between the two of you? I’m supposed to believe that after you sneaked off together?"

He sighed deeply. He looked like he didn't know what to say.

I stared at him for a few moments before deciding what I needed to do. I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. I knew they hadn't done anything else while I watched them. I had to do something else before I could believe that they were just friends. So far, he'd only accomplished making me even more convinced they had a relationship he wanted to hide from me.

"Tell your 'just friends' Jennifer I'm looking for her," I sternly said and began walking away from him.

"Melissa, wait ..."

"No, damn it!" I yelled. I sternly added, "You go find her and tell her I'm looking for her!"

"What are you going to do?" he very anxiously asked.

"Just tell her, Peter," I growled. “Now!”

"Are we still ..." he stopped, almost afraid that if he finished asking, that I'd say we weren't.

I stopped walking and turned to him, "You tell me what we are!"

"You're my girlfriend."

"We'll see after I find your 'friend'," I said and started walking away again. He started following me again, "Leave me alone, Peter! I mean it!"

He stopped as I walked on. I could hear him muttering his frustration with me. Good!

******

I did my best to regain my composure as I walked back down the path to go to my campsite. It didn’t help that Peter trailed behind me. It was the short way back, and he had to go find his little friend. So, I did my best to pretend he wasn’t there.

Walking up to our campsite, Mom was helping the Rayners get lunch ready. I glanced behind me to see if Peter was still following me. Fortunately, he wasn’t. I didn’t want another confrontation in front of our parents.

I was able to pull myself together pretty good, but Mom saw right through me. I briefly spoke to everyone before I went inside our tent. Mom was right behind me, too.

“Where’s Peter?”

“He’s busy looking for someone,” I curtly said.

“Trouble in paradise?”

I looked at her and struggled to keep from crying. I ended up not saying anything. She came over to me and took me in her arms.

“You can talk to me.”

“I saw him with another girl.”

“Who is she?”

“My so-called friend, Jennifer.”

“What were they doing?”

“Talking.”

“Talking?”

“In a secluded spot at the lake.”

“Oh.”

“I heard them talking ... she told Peter she didn’t want me to know about her.”

“That could mean several things ... and not ...”

“Mom, she told him I don’t belong with Peter,” I was tearing up again.

“Oh, baby. I’m sorry.”

“He had his arm around her ... he just yesterday asked me to be his girlfriend!”

Mom held me tighter.

“Pam warned me she was after him. I couldn’t watch him every minute!”

“You shouldn’t have to, sweetie.”

Mom consoled me until I calmed down. She didn’t try to give me any speeches about other fish and shit. She just let me cry myself out while holding me.

After I regain my composure again, Mom went back out to help the Rayners.

“Hey, sis,” Jamie said from the entrance to the tent.

I turned to him for a moment before looking down. He came on in and sat down beside me.

“Do you want me to kick his ass?”

“Fuck! Did everyone outside hear me with Mom?”

“No. I was just outside. I didn’t mean to listen, but you’re my sister ... and nobody makes my sister cry except me.”

I almost laughed as I smiled at him, wiping my eyes again.

“I’ll kick his ass all over the campground, if you want.”

I shook my head.

“I’ll even hold him so you can punch him like you punch me.”

I did laugh at that. “Thanks. But no, thanks.”

“I’m cheaper than hiring a hit man,” he playfully insisted.

“I don’t want him hurt. I’ll deal with it.”

“God help him.”

I gave him a wry smile, “I’m not that dangerous.”

“The hell you’re not. By the time you and your friends are through with the two of them, they’ll wish I’d kicked both their asses.”

“You’re pretty cool, Jamie. For a guy,” I grinned at him.

"Nobody fucks around with my sister."

I hugged him.

"I appreciate you wanting to be a big brother, but I can handle it."

"Maybe they are just friends?" he asked. "What did you actually see and hear?"

I told Jamie everything.

"She's upset about something,” I said. “She didn't want Peter telling me about her. What else could she be upset about if it isn't Peter being my boyfriend?"

"Are you going to talk to her?"

"When I can find the bitch."

"You better not beat her up,” he cautioned. “You wouldn't do well in prison. You'd be some older girls bitch before the first day was over."

I punched his arm hard.

"Jesus, Mel. Maybe you should be the one to beat up Peter. Sheesh."

"Are you going to be alright?” I teased. “Do you need a hug?"

"I need more than a fucking hug. More like a good fuck."

"You're not fucked out from Kari and Penny?"

"I haven't fucked either one of them."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. You were with me most of the night."

"Who are you? And what have you done with my brother?"

"Ha ha. I promised Sarah I wouldn’t fuck them this weekend."

"Really?" I asked.

"No, but I did tell her I wouldn’t fuck Kari, Julie, Penny, or Pam ... since she couldn’t come."

"And you haven't?"

"Nope. I've been hanging out with Derek, when he hasn’t been all over Julie."

"Derek won't fuck you?" I teased.

"Fucking funny, sis."

"Hey, it's cool if he does. I wouldn't say anything ... especially if you let me watch."

He hit me with a pillow a few times. After he’d given me enough abuse, I pursed my lips in thought.

"For a guy, you're alright, Jamie. Sarah is lucky. At least someone is being loyal around here," I said moving into his arms. I playfully asked, "You wanna fool around with your sister?"

"Do I have to give you a goat?"

"Shut up,” I laughed. “... and fuck me."

“Mom’s right outside ... and you get so damn noisy.”

“I promise not to wake the neighbors,” I smirked.

And fuck we did. He was really sweet with me, too. He wasn’t just fucking me. He was making love to me, even if it was just brotherly love. He wanted me to feel special. In a way, I felt like I was getting even with Peter. I tried not to make it into a revenge fuck though. I did my best to make Jamie also feel special. No matter who else was in our lives, we’d always have each other. He’d always be my big brother.

I figured Mom would let Jamie have time to talk to me without interrupting, but I doubt she expected us to be screwing. It didn't relieve my stress, but it was still a great fuck. He'd earned it. Peter certainly wasn’t going to be getting any of me again anytime soon.

As we lay together afterward, I asked, “So, just how did you end up with a camera last night?”

I was curious about what Mom hadn’t told me earlier.

“I saw Mom walk up just after you came in the tent to the crappy wedding march singing. I quickly slipped out of the tent and asked if I could borrow her camera.”

“And she didn’t ask why?”

“Yeah, I told her you would hate not having anything to look back on when you and Peter were old and decrepit.”

I popped his arm softly and gave him half my usual evil glare.

“You can delete the video,” I informed him. “I’m getting an annulment.”

“Too late for that,” he grinned. “You consummated everything. Remember?”

Unfortunately, I did. Even with all the silliness, it had been special how he’d made love to me.

“Well, a divorce then,” I stated.

“Those are expensive.”

“I’ll get alimony though. At least half of his allowance,” I eagerly said.

“And custody of the kids?” he grinned.

“Don’t even joke about that, Jamie!” I urgently said, poking him.

******

I came out of the tent shortly after Jamie left. I ate a hot dog that Mr. Rayner had grilled. Mrs. Rayner seemed a little reserved around me. I suspected Mom told them that Peter and I were on the outs.

Pam walked up with Mike while I was eating. She apparently had already been told.

She came over and sat with me, “Sorry, chica.”

“You warned me. I think I was already too late though.”

“Maybe. It sucks no matter what,” she said. “I could just kick my brother’s ass.”

I knew girls would cut each other’s throats over a guy. I just wished I’d seen this coming a lot sooner.

“You know I can’t be part of any revenge,” she stated.

That sucked. But I knew she couldn’t be a part of what I’d end up doing to Peter and the bitch. She always had great ideas for how to publicly ruin people. It was one of her best qualities.

“I know,” I sighed. “He still claims he isn’t cheating on me. I’ll find out just what the fuck it is if it isn’t cheating.”

“Mel, don’t fight her.”

“I can take her,” I quickly told her, wondering how she could ever doubt my fighting skills.

“Probably, but your parents will lock you in your room for at least a month.”

“When has that ever slowed me down,” I said, giggling with her.

We talked for a little longer before she left with Mike to do their thing. I still had someone to see. Peter hadn’t come back to the campsite. So, I assumed he was with his other girl. It was time for me to go find her and have it out.

******

I walked up to the clubhouse and looked around. No Jennifer or Peter. I checked out the hot tub with no luck. I then figured they might be at her parents’ cabin, but I didn’t know which one was theirs. I walked up the road that the cabins were on, but didn’t see either of them. I thought about calling out her name, but people would probably think I was some insane psycho stalker.

I walked back down the road toward the clubhouse. As I got closer to the door to the canteen area, I almost walked right into Jennifer as she came out. We stopped in front of each other, just a few feet apart.

“Mel, it’s not what you think,” Jennifer said.

Peter then walked out from the canteen area as well, stopping right beside her.

“It’s not? It’s just a coincidence that you two just happened to be at the canteen together?”

Peter said, “We just talked, Mel. I wanted her to know you were looking for her ... like you told me.”

I took a deep breath.

“Okay, I’ll give you that then,” I said, looking at Peter. I looked back at Jennifer, “You’ve got some explaining to do.”

I looked back at Peter, “You can go now.”

Jennifer looked over at him. She knew I wasn’t happy with her. Peter did walk away though.

“I need to be back at my cabin soon,” she said. “Can we talk on the way?”

She didn’t wait for me to decide. She just started walking away. I wasn’t a fool. She knew she could get away from me once she got back to her cabin.

I started following her. “Why won’t you face me?”

“Mel, it really isn’t what you think,” she turned her head and said, while still walking away. “I’m not with Peter.”

“Really. So what was this morning all about?”

“We just talked. I’m not trying to take him from you.”

“You’re a fucking liar, bitch!”

She stopped and turned around to look at me.

“I swear to you, Mel. I don’t want Peter.”

“I heard what you told him,” I sternly told her.

“What? How?”

“I was there. I wasn’t following you two. I was just exploring when I found your love nest.”

“Mel ..."

“Don’t deny it! I heard exactly what you said.”

She just stood there. She knew she was busted.

“You told Peter you didn’t want me to know about you, didn’t you?”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

“I’m your only friend at school, huh?” I asked, my anger building. “And you’re telling my boyfriend that you’re not going to give up on him.”

“No ... that’s not ...” she said, on the verge of tears.

“’She doesn’t belong with you’. Remember saying that to him?” I asked, my voice rising. “That’s what you told him, right?!"

“That’s not what it means, Mel!” she pleaded as her eyes teared up.

“WHAT THE FUCK ELSE CAN IT MEAN?!” I screamed loudly at her.

“It means ... it means you belong with me,” she struggled to say, tears running down her cheeks.

“What?”

“I love you, Melissa,” she blurted out while crying. The anguish in her face and voice startled me as much as what she'd said.

“You love me?” I asked, completely puzzled. "What do you mean?”

“Mel, I like girls! I’m a freaking lesbian!" she cried out to me.

I just stared at her with my mouth hanging open.

"Now go make fun of me with your friends! I don't care anymore!” she screamed, turning and running off down the road.

I stood there completely dumbfounded. What the hell just happened? She's in love with me?!

After just standing there for a few moments, watching her run away, I heard a voice behind me.

“Go talk to her.”

I turned to look at Peter, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I promised I wouldn’t. She didn’t want you to ever know,” he explained.

“Oh, my God,” I blurted out. How had I totally misinterpreted this?

“I tried to tell her you wouldn’t care. I didn’t know how to convince her though,” he said. “I couldn’t tell her about you.”

“How could I know she liked being with girls?” I asked, bewildered by what just happened.

“She’s never been with a girl,” he added.

"Never?"

He shook his head.

"Then how does she know for sure that she's a lesbian?" I skeptically asked.

"Trust me, Mel. She has absolutely no interest in guys."

"You know this ... how?"

"She told me. But I also knew from the way she talks. And the way she acts when guys hit on her,” he said. “She's flatly turned down at least several guys that asked her out."

"Were you one of them?" I curiously asked.

"No, but Jamie and Mike were."

Shit. She must really not be into guys!

"But how did you find out about her to begin with?"

"I mostly figured it out on my own last summer,” he stated. “She admitted it when I finally asked, but she trusted me by then."

How did he figure it out ... and I didn't?! Is my gaydar that screwed up? Pam’s certainly was.

"You're the only girl I've ever really wanted to go out with," he told me. "She knew I liked you. She's known for over a year. I told her I did, but she already knew."

He stepped closer to me.

"She knew I wouldn't hit on her, and I never have,” he said. “We've just been friends."

I looked at him more softly. I was convinced he was telling me the truth.

"Not that I wouldn't have liked fooling around with her,” he admitted. “She's very pretty and ... well, her body is almost as sexy as yours."

I half smiled at him. At least he was being honest about her.

“Mel, she's really scared people will find out. She doesn’t want to lose you as a friend," he earnestly said. "She's scared you and your friends will make fun of her at school.”

“Shit. I would never ...”

“I know you wouldn’t,” he said, reassuringly. “I tried to tell her you weren’t that kind of person, but she’s really scared.”

“Peter ... I’m sorry for what I said before. I thought ... God!”

“It’s cool," he said, reaching out with his hand to touch my arm. "We’re cool ... but you need to go talk to her.”

“She said she’s in love with me," I stated, looking at him with a totally lost expression.

"I don't know what to do!" I exclaimed. I looked at him sincerely, and said, "I'm in love with you, Peter.”

There. I'd said it. And I meant it, too.

He reached for my hand and held it, “We’ll figure things out. Just go tell her you won't hurt her.”

I turned and started running after Jennifer.

She’s in love with me?! How do I NOT hurt her?!

(continued in chapter 30)