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My parents farmed two thousand acres of wheat, along with a herd of
about a hundred and seventy-five head of beef cattle. My
dad had worked up to that from the original five hundred and eighty-two
acres he inherited from my grandfather. True, most of the
land was leased, but he worked hard to make that land
produce. So did us kids. I had twin half-brothers
older than me. I guess their mom died of some complication
after they were born. Nobody talked about her much. After that my dad met my mother at one of the town's 4th of July celebrations when
she was still in high school and the rest, as they say, is
history. You can tell what kind of woman she is by the fact
that she took on a husband and twin boys who weren't yet two, when she
was barely eighteen.
Anyway, since then the twins had grown up. They went to college when I was eleven. Chet studied
agriculture, while Ralph went after an animal husbandry
degree. When they graduated and came home Chet handled the crops and Ralph took care of the
herd. Dad split his time working with whoever needed his
attention the most. Along the way Mom had two kids of her
own. I had one of those pain-in-the-ass birthdays, when it
came to school situations. I was born on the fifteenth day of
October, which was the cutoff date for getting into first grade when
you're still only five. They couldn't decide if you had be six before the fifteenth, or if you could be six on the fifteenth. They
decided to let me in, which made it weird, because everybody else was
older than me. It was that way for the rest of my
life. I was always a year younger than everybody else in my
class when we started a school year, but I passed most of them up
before Thanksgiving. That's why, even though I was only
sixteen, I would be going into my senior year at Green Valley High,
after that summer. I also had a little sister, Julie May, who
was a year behind me.
All of us worked hard, whether there was school or not. I
might not have formal training, but I could sure sit on a John Deere
tractor and pull discs, sweeps or spring tooth, and I could drive a
combine as well as any adult. I might not know as much as
Ralph did about cattle, but I could castrate a calf blindfolded, and
move a group of cows anywhere you wanted me to.
What I didn't have - what none of us had - was any semblance of a
social life. Well, Chet and Ralph both got one when they went
to college. They even got married while they were off having
fun and even Mom had to pitch in and plow fields or wrangle
cows. If we weren't in school we were working or
sleeping. Eating didn't count, though we did plenty of that
My mother claimed that all that hard work and good food was why I was
taller than anybody else in my family. I was taller than just
about anybody else in the county, for that matter. I was
strong too, though I had a wiry kind of strength. I wasn't a
show-off or anything, but if a piano needed moving at school, and the
four guys tugging and pushing on it were having trouble, once I joined
them it seemed like the wheels loosened up or something ... if you get
I knew all about girls. I was fascinated with them, not
counting Julie May, who was in direct competition with me for getting
out of chores, not that we had much chance of doing that. But
while I was very interested in girls, I hardly ever got to explore what
they were like. I got to see them during school hours, but
teachers have this habit of making you pay attention to the classroom instruction, instead
of more interesting things. And after school I had to high-tail it home
and get started on chores.
I had plenty of chances to study up on my mother and Julie May, but
they didn't hardly seem like real females to me. I mean they
had all the parts and such, but you know what I mean. And
while I occasionally saw Cathy, who was Chet's wife, and Rebecca, who
was Ralph's wife, my brothers lived in trailers parked a mile in either
direction of the main house, and their women didn't hang around our
place all that much. We got together for big dinners and all
that, but even after a few years Cathy and Rebecca still seemed kind of
In fact, the only woman I really got to see and know well at all
outside my own immediate family was my Aunt Wendy, who was my mother's
little sister. She had been me and Julie May's babysitter
when we were little, and she'd been the one to read us wild adventure
stories she got from the library, and play games with us, and go on
treasure hunts and build forts and treehouses and all manner of fun
things. She was like our grown-up buddy, and it was special.
Aunt Wendy was the black sheep of the family, if you could call it
that. That might have had it's seeds in the fact that, before she died, Grandma Haverson called Wendy "her little accident," because she wasn't planned, and was
ten years younger than my mother. She got along better with kids younger than herself (like me and Julie May) than she did with the ones her own age. Instead of going to college she had
joined the Air Force and stayed in for five years. She got
out to go spend two years working for a contractor of some kind in
Kuwait. It was all hush hush, but she made a boatload of
money and put it all in savings. I guess there wasn't a lot
there to spend your money on. It had practically
killed me when she joined the Air Force because I was ten, and my
imagination was expanding in leaps and bounds because of the things she
taught us. She was a whiz at science and knew all kinds of
interesting stuff. Additionally, ten was old enough to be
given more important chores to do on the farm. So I lost my
buddy and became a virtual slave all at the same time.
Understand here, I'm not complaining about the work. We're a
family and it's a family farm. Some day I'll get part of it
and reap all the benefits of that hard work. Actually, I reap a lot
of them now. I'm healthy, well fed, and I have what they call a more well rounded education than some kid who spends hours playing video games.
Hell, we don't even turn the TV on unless it's for the news or weather.
Anyway, I was out riding fence one day on the ATV and I found a cow who
had got caught up in the fence, trying to reach the taller grass on
the other side. It was March and it was still cold as hell,
and her horns got wrapped up in a loose strand of barbed wire. She'd tossed her head and
in the process had gotten the wire around her throat. She was
in a bad way, but what made it even worse was that she'd gone into
labor while she was caught up like that and that's when I happened upon
her. I got out my fence pliers, which I carried everywhere I
went, and snipped the strands that had her hung up. She
flopped down then and the half of the calf sticking out of her kicked,
so I grabbed on and pulled and that was that. Then I put that
calf over my legs and the gas tank, between me and the handle bars, and
got back to the house quick. Dad went after the cow and Ralph
checked out the calf, deciding that the bumpy ride back had done her
more good than harm. He turned the calf over to Julie May to
take care of. That was what she called her
specialty. It didn't amount to any more than cooing over it
and getting it to take a bottle. Hell, anybody could do
that. Ralph got on the 4-wheeler to go help Dad.
They saved the cow too, by the way.
Dad was more than happy. He said as a reward for my quick
thinking I could choose anything I wanted that didn't cost more than
I chose a camping trip to the Twin Peaks State Park - a week long
camping trip, with hiking and fishing and swimming and no tractors and
no cows. Dad said that he might be able to get away in early
June, before harvest started, and the deal was struck.
I planned everything out and was all excited. A whole week
of no school and no work. A week of lying around being lazy
while I caught fish or swam around. And maybe there would be
some girls camping there too.
Memorial Day came around, one of the few rest days we had. We
had a big feast on days like this, and company came from all over,
primarily because it was hard for us to go anywhere and leave the
cattle completely untended. Plus we had a big house and big
kitchen and shade trees to eat under and all that.
It was during that feast that everything fell apart.
A group of the men were all gathered around the 55 gallon barrel
Bar-B-Q grill that was set up by the three tables where people had put
the things they brought to contribute to the feast. The women
were sitting at the tables, chatting and waiting for the meat to get
Chet announced that Old Gertie had either thrown a rod that morning
when he fired her up, or was about to, based on the knocking she'd done
before he shut her down. Old Gertie was a '63 Chevy grain
truck we used to get wheat from the field to the elevator. We
had three trucks, and that was the first year I was going to be old
enough (legally) to drive the trucks to the elevator. In years past I
ran one of our two combines pretty much from sunup to sundown, but this
year I'd get to be in the rotation for driving the trucks. I
was looking forward to it. Not that I minded driving the
Gleaner. It even had air conditioning, but it got kind of
boring to do it for fourteen hours straight. And if I was
driving truck I could stop and get a soda, or maybe even an ice cream
cone or something.
Dad said "Damn. That will take a week to rebuild, and that's
if I can get the parts."
"I already called Cooper's," said Chet. "He says he can get
the rods and bearings and a gasket set. Said it
will take three days to get them here UPS."
"That's a relief," said Dad. "Okay then. We'll get
the motor out of it tomorrow and get it torn down the next
day. If the crank is all right we should be able to have the
machine work done and be ready to put it back together when the parts
get here. We'll just have to baby her to break her in during
Like an idiot I said "You can't do that, Dad. We're going
He was a very practical guy. "Sorry, Bobby. No can
do. I have to get that truck back up for harvest.
You know that."
He didn't sound all that sorry. I think he was a work-a-holic
"I'll go by myself," I said. I admit it might have sounded a
"No you won't," said my mother. I didn't ever argue with
her. She said what she meant, and meant what she
said. "You can go camping some other time," she added.
"Maybe after harvest," said Dad.
"Yeah, right," I said. After harvest there would be haying,
and then working the ground to make sure weeds didn't take hold until
it could be seeded again. Then we'd be loading cows up to
sell at auction. Unless I wanted to go camping in the dead of
winter I knew I was out of luck.
I know it's silly that it meant that much to me, but I snuck off so I
wouldn't cry in front of them. There was an old bag swing out
back. Nobody had used it in probably three or four years but when I tugged on it, it still seemed strong enough to
support my weight, so I wrapped my legs around it and kicked
off. I was about to work up to a good sniffling cry when my
Aunt Wendy wandered over.
"What's up, Bubba?" she asked. She'd called me Bubba for as
long as I could remember.
"My name's Bobby!" I snapped.
"Oh, I see," she said, clearly unruffled by my correction.
"What's up, Bobby?"
"I want to be alone!" I growled.
"Tough shit," she said, all calm like.
Nobody in our family cussed. It wasn't allowed. Of
course she'd seen the world and she didn't go by our rules.
Still, it was a shock to hear an adult, and especially a woman, curse
"Just leave me alone," I moaned, trying to hold in the sobs so she
wouldn't see them.
"Can't do that," she sighed, and sat down on the ground by the trunk of
the tree. She was wearing a loose summer dress, but she just
plopped down there anyway. "From the sound of it you might
commit suicide and then everybody would say it was my fault, because I
could have stopped you." She had this melodramatic tone in
her voice and she worked it as she went on. "And then I
wouldn't be welcome around here any more, and since I don't have any
other family worth a flying fuck I'd be all lonely and pretty soon I'd
take to drinking strong liquor and hanging out at pool halls and
rolling drunks for quarters. It would all end badly with me
in prison, running a gang of the most feared women in the whole
state. We'd be called 'Wendy's Wolves' and grown men would
tremble in fear at our name." She looked over at
me. "You wouldn't want that to happen, now would
Did I mention it was hard to stay mad when Aunt Wendy was
around? She was just so fun-loving and she said such crazy
things ... like what she'd just said.
"Wendy's Wolves?" I snorted. "Oooo, I'm scared already."
"You should be! We tear our victims' throats out," she said, completely
serious. "And then howl." She lifted her chin and
made a sound that was part coyote, part hyena and part alto.
I had to laugh.
She stopped. "That's better. Now what's got your
dick in a knot?"
I stared and she actually blushed. She knew there was no
cussing allowed in our family.
"Sorry," she said. "Sometimes I slip back into military
speak. Why are you all worked up?"
"Dad promised me a camping trip and now he's backing out of it."
"Is that all?" She smiled.
"You don't understand," I moaned. "It's a whole week at the
state park and we were going to fish and hike and swim and there
wouldn't be any cows or chores. And he promised, because I
saved a calf and it's not fair."
I was getting worked up again.
"So go without him," she said.
"I tried." I almost sobbed. "Mom says I can't go
"No problem," she said. "Hell, take me. I'll go."
I blinked. "Really?" You'd have thought she'd just
said "Don't worry about that nasty old cancer, I'll donate some bone
marrow." There was that much hope in my voice.
"Sure. I love camping," she said. "I'm pretty good
at it too. I went camping lots of times in the Girl Scouts, and I kind of miss it. How about I go talk to your mother and
fix it all up?"
"You'd really do that?" I asked. It was like Christmas had
"Wait right there," she said, and got up. She brushed at the
skirt of her sun dress and went to stand next to my mother, who was
cutting up watermelon slices and arranging them on a big
plate. They put their heads together, and Mom looked over at
me. I tried to look pitiful, which is pretty hard to do when
you're hanging onto a bag swing. Then Aunt Wendy was on her
way back and she was smiling and my heart just about burst.
I couldn't wait for the next day so that Wendy and I could get on the
road. Julie May was already saying how unfair it was that I got to go
with Aunt Wendy and she had to stay there and work, but Mom just said
"You didn't save a calf." Julie May said as how she'd fed the
calf and had kept it alive, but Mom wasn't having any of that.
I tried not to wake anybody up the next morning. All my stuff
was already packed and waiting down by the front door. We had decided
to start really early so we'd get there with daylight left to set up and do some things.
That meant she was picking me up at three in the morning. She
was right on time. We loaded my stuff next to hers in the back of her
pickup. It felt so strange to leave without saying goodbye to
anybody, almost like I was sneaking off or something.
We headed down the road, west towards the Colorado line. It
was about a seven hour drive to get to the park. We made small talk
along the way, mostly about me and what I liked most about
school. She'd only been back from Kuwait for maybe six months
and I'd only seen her a couple of times since then, and only a few
minutes each time. So I spent two hours with my jaw hanging
down as she told me stories about what she did there. Some of
it was what she called classified, which meant she wasn't supposed to
talk about it, but she told me anyway.
We decided not to stop for a proper breakfast. Instead when
we stopped for gas I got half a dozen donuts and a quart of
We got back on the road, gorging on the sweetness of the donuts and sharing the milk. Eventually she asked me about my
"So tell me, Bobby. A good-looking man like you, you must have all the
girls chasing after you. How many girlfriends do you have?"
A man? She called me a man!
"Well I really don't actually have a girlfriend. I wasn't
even allowed to date until I turned sixteen, and since then there
hasn't been any time for dates. I mean what girl wants to go
out starting at nine at night, and have to be home by ten?
Besides, girls aren't interested in me."
"Don't be silly, Bobby. You are what I believe the girls call a hunk
these days. I bet they salivate over you."
"Yeah, right." I smiled. She made me feel good, but
I doubted she was right. Girls talked to me at school and
all, but I didn't even know how to ask one out for a date.
Then there was the fact that Tanya Talbot, the tallest girl in school,
only came to my chin. Plus there was the problem of when I'd
be allowed enough time to actually go on a date. I think my
mother wanted me to wait until I was in college, like my
brothers. I had an errant thought, wondering if that's why my
brothers had gone to college - so they could have a social life.
I had turned sideways so I could face her while we talked, and suddenly
I remembered something. A year or two back she'd sent a picture of her wearing a bikini on a beach somewhere. It had "Wish you were here" on the back, and my mom said it was just to torture her. It had tortured me just a bit, because I got hard looking at it. I'd jacked off,
remembering how she looked, and then felt guilty for days. I know that sounds goofy, but she'd always been just Aunt Wendy before. Pretty, yes. Fun, yes. But just Aunt Wendy. That was the first time I'd seen her as a female of the species, if you know what I mean.
Now I actually looked at her as a female again.
She was really pretty in a wholesome way. Her hair wasn't done up fancy and she didn't look like she was wearing any makeup, but she was still interesting to look at. It's hard to explain, but I felt like wanted to watch her for hours. She was Maybe 5'7" and 120
pounds. I'm 6'4", which means everybody looks short to me,
and sometimes my estimates are off. It was also hard to tell
how big her breasts were. I mean I could see she was wearing
a bra and it seems like that would compress things. In the
bra they were about as big as an oversize soft ball maybe.
She had long legs and a nice round ass.
Wendy saw our exit and pulled off the freeway and headed
southeast toward the State Park where we had reservations for a tent
site. A little while later we pulled up to the Ranger station to
"Welcome to the park, folks," he said. "It's a light day so far, so you
pretty much have your choice of spots. You just drive around
until you find one you like then stake your claim."
Wendy paid the fee we started driving around looking for a good spot.
She passed up the first three sets of campsites and then turned into an
area with a sign that said "Whispering Pines - Tent Camping Only."
There was a nice place at the end of an oval drive, not far from the
lake and with lots of trees.
"That one," I said, pointing.
"I agree," she said. "It's farther from the other sites, so
even if partiers show up they shouldn't bother us."
Wendy parked and we unloaded all of our camping gear. It took us almost
two hours to set up the camp. Neither one of us was all that familiar
with my dad's six man cabin tent, but we finally got everything in place.
"Let's keep the food and the coolers in the truck just in case there
are any animals looking for food. That way we won't lose our stash."
"Okay, that seems like a good idea. Hey, can I go down to the
lake for a swim now or do you want to eat lunch first?"
"I could go for a dip to get cooled off after all this hard work, then
we can eat."
We both went into the tent to get our swimsuits. I got mine out of my
pack and stood up. She was holding what looked suspiciously
like that bikini I'd seen her in, in that picture. There was an
awkward silence. Then she broke it.
"Okay, we're both adults here, and we're camping, so there may be a
little less modesty than there would normally be. No big
deal, right? You turn your back and I'll change, then I'll
turn my back for you. Deal?"
I turned my back so Wendy could change. I could hear her as
she undressed. That rustling sound meant her clothes were coming
off. I really wanted to turn my head a bit and get a glimpse
of her naked, but the gentleman in me won out and I didn't peek.
Besides, I was feeling pretty good for being included as an adult.
"All done, your turn."
I turned around and she was wearing that same bikini. When
she faced away from me I slipped my t-shirt over my head and dropped my
shorts. My underwear got caught up on my cock, which was rock
hard because of that bikini and I wondered what I was going to do. It
would make my baggy swim suit stick out like crazy. I slipped into
my trunks and tried to get my cock to stay up, lying against my
belly. I had to pull my trunks up too high, but it kind of
"Problem?" she asked, not turning around.
"No," I gasped. I got my towel and put it in front of me. "Okay
then, let's go."
I kept the towel pressed against my cock while we went down to the
water. She glanced at me, but didn't say anything. She was
kind of smiling and I was pretty sure I was busted.
Being in the water was better. I couldn't see her body any
more and the cold water eventually made me soften up.
We splashed around in the water by the shore then we both
decided to swim out to the floating dock moored about fifty yards out
in the water. We climbed up the ladder and lay down to sun for a while.
Wendy lay down on her stomach and untied her bikini top. From where I
lay I could just see the sides of her breasts.
I was stiff again immediately of course, so I lay on my stomach
too. It seemed rude to turn my head away from her, but if I
looked at her my cock throbbed. The bottom of Wendy's suit
also got my attention. The bottoms were cut high on the hip and showed a great deal of her butt cheeks. Across her naked back I could see nothing but tan which raised the question, did she tan in the nude? Just thinking about her naked body made my cock leak and I couldn't help moving around to kind of put pressure on it because that felt so good. I wanted to beat off in the worst way, but obviously that was out of the question.
Her eyes opened suddenly and looked into mine. "So, what are you thinking about?" she asked.
Her question caught me completely off guard. "Uh... well... I was...
just daydreaming, that's all." My stomach growled.
Wendy smiled. "Hmmmm, I see. Well, what do you say that we head back and have some lunch?"
"It's kind of nice here," I said lamely. If I got up it was
going to be obvious what I had been daydreaming about. Naturally my stomach growled again.
"I'm sure you're starved," she said. "I don't want you
fainting on me. I don't think I could carry you all the way back to the campsite."
Wendy reached behind her and tied her top. She rolled off
the dock into the water and started side stroking for shore, which gave
me the opportunity to crawl to the edge and get in. I
couldn't tell if she was looking at me or not, but when I looked down
my baggy suit wasn't baggy any more, if you know what I mean.
Again, the water helped. It also helped that when she got to
the shore she got out and jogged back to the campsite. When I
got there she had put on a T shirt and was taking food out of the
After our late lunch she wanted to take a nap. I should have
let her do that alone, because then I could have gone outside and found
some place to beat off, but three in the morning is early for me too,
so I stayed with her and took a nap too. After we woke up she
suggested a hike. It was fun, and there were all kinds of
interesting things to see. I was glad she walked behind me so
I didn't have to watch her hips sway back and forth. At one
point I turned and said "You know, Aunt Wendy, I really
appreciate you taking your time to take me camping."
She smiled. "I'm glad to do it. Like I said, I miss it. I'm going to enjoy this as much as you do, trust me."
We walked for about two miles then returned to our campsite.
I went to use the latrine and when I came back she was coming out of
the tent. She was bent over and the shirt sagged away from
her body. I realized she'd taken off the bikini top. She was
braless! I could see almost all of both of her breasts and I
about stopped breathing for a minute. She stood up and saw me
staring, but once again I skated because all she did was smile at me.
We both worked on dinner together, though there wasn't much required.
Wendy cooked some hamburgers and hot dogs on her portable gas grill and there
were chips too. We downed them with sodas. It was very peaceful. While we'd seen a couple of other folks setting up tents, there wasn't another camper within a hundred yards of our site.
While we were cleaning up she said, "Tell you what Bobby, why don't you
go over to the showers and get ready for bed while I clean up the
dishes, then I'll take my shower, okay?"
I went into the tent and got my soap and towel and toothbrush and
walked the 50 or so yards to the large cement block bathroom and shower
facility. The men's side was basically one large room with four
washbasins mounted on the left wall. Across from them were two urinals and a couple of stalls. At the end of the room was an open space with a shower head sprouting from each of the three walls. I brushed my teeth and took a shower. I wanted to beat off, but was afraid
somebody else might come in. I kept thinking about thos other tents up the road.
When I walked out, Aunt Wendy was just walking up, holding her stuff.
"You take long showers," she said, smiling.
"Sorry," I said. It was dark, and I hadn't realized I'd spent
that much time in there.
"Wait for me," she said.
"It got dark quicker than I thought it would, and I can't find my flashlight," she said. "I don't want to be here alone or walk back alone in the dark."
"Oh ... sure. No problem," I said.
She went in the women's side and I saw the light go on.
It wasn't until I heard the water splashing that I thought about
peeking. I know I shouldn't have, but it was suddenly
impossible not to. I looked around to see if anybody was
headed our way. It was dark, but I could see the road and
there was nobody on it.
So I kind of inched my way to the doorway into the women's
side. At first I darted my head past the edge and right back,
in case she was looking my way. I didn't know what I'd say if
she saw me, but I couldn't resist. She wasn't facing me,
though. She had her side to me and was bent over.
I pushed my head so that one eye could see and felt my cock balloon in
my gym shorts, which is what I had brought to sleep in. Man
was she gorgeous. Her breasts were hanging down and they were
fantastic. Then she stood up and raised her arms up to wash
her hair. Her breasts were high and firm, with no hint of sag
like I sometimes saw in the contraband Playboys that were hidden in
various gym lockers at school. Her waist looked impossibly
skinny. I could see her ribs at the bottom of her rib cage.
But her butt was so round and full. If her tits had been
smaller she might have looked funny, but everything was perfectly
proportioned. She turned under the water to let it rinse her hair from the back and I got a quick glimpse that registered as a lack of color change where I expected to see pussy hair. It happened so fast, and I was looking with only one eye. I wondered if she shaved, and my
cock leaked at the thought.
I suddenly realized I had the perfect opportunity to beat off and stuck
my hand in my shorts. I had just taken three or four strokes
when she turned toward the door and called out.
"Just a minute longer, Bobby. Don't go anywhere!"
I jerked back and stopped beating off, scared that she'd seen me.
It was a sound that made me peek again. I heard a kind of
soft moan, like she was in pain. And when I peeked around the
corner, she had her legs spread, was leaned backwards and positioned so
that the water was hitting her belly and groin. Her hand was
also between her legs and I had the insane thought that I could barely
see her middle finger sliding in and out of her pussy. But
that hand was moving so fast it was impossible to tell. She
suddenly stood up and then leaned forward, her wet hair hanging
down. She froze and groaned and that was when I realized she
had just masturbated.
I was amazed ... shocked ... astounded ... call it whatever you
want. But it had never occurred to me that girls did it
too. I mean I knew it was theoretically possible, and that
women did it on the internet and all that, but that was like the movies
... not real ... wasn't it? And the idea that a woman I knew
did that kind of thing just blew me away.
Which was why I failed to finish beating off myself. Then I
heard the water go off, and it was too late because she was telling me
about how she was almost ready and that she would only be a second. I
barely got back outside where I was supposed to have been the whole
time before she came out with her towel wrapped around her
head. She was wearing a long T shirt and even in the dark I
could see her nipples poking through it.
I was in deep, deep trouble, and I knew it. I was going to
have to find a reason to get away long enough to pump the spooge out of
my balls or I'd never get to sleep.
She had planned S'mores. She made a small fire in the fire
pit and we sat opposite each other, roasting the marshmallows on coat
hangers that had been straightened. She sat on a log with her
knees together and her feet to one side, like women sit when they're
being modest. But her shirt rode up a long ways and the light
was yellow and soft on her thighs. I tried not to stare at
her boobs while she combed her damp hair out with her
fingers. At least the nipples weren't poking out so much at
this time. But I was still mostly hard, and my balls were
starting to ache.
We ate the S'mores and she stood up. "You ready for bed,
"I guess," I said. I was ready to beat off. It was
all I could think about.
"We could stay up and tell ghost stories," she suggested.
That was all I needed, more time to look at her and dream about her
"No, let's save that for another night," I said.
"Okay then," she said. "We'll get up bright and early, have
breakfast, and then go check out the falls."
"Great," I said.
Fifteen minutes later I was still horny, still hard, and still
awake. The fire had died down, and the only light in the area
was from a street light way down the road that just made the tent
fabric light enough that you could see if you tried
hard. I hadn't heard anything from Wendy for a
while, so I pushed my shorts down and started slowly stroking my
cock. I couldn't wait to spunk out. I was thinking
about how she looked in the shower, and wondering if any other man had
ever seen her like that ... maybe even taken showers with
her. And all that other stuff I'd heard about, of course.
"Bobby? I know what you're doing." She spoke suddenly and
I felt like I'd been caught trying to drown a kitten. I
quickly stopped and pulled up the sleeping bag. "Um ... I ...
" I had no freaking idea what to say. Finally it
came out unplanned. "Shit." I finished softly.
She laughed! It was the thing I was most unprepared
"It's normal, Bobby. You're a young man. I'm just
surprised you're doing it right here, next to me."
"I'm not!" I gasped, without thinking.
"Don't lie, Bobby. I'm not knocking you. Like I
said, it's normal. Boys have needs and I know that."
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I couldn't help it. I
couldn't get to sleep, I mean."
"I see." she said. It sounded like she was smiling.
It was quiet for a while. Then she spoke again. "I ... um ...
saw you peeking at me in the shower, Bobby."
"Shit," I moaned again. It was really a good thing my mother wasn't around. Of course her sister was right next to me. I braced for her angry outburst.
"I'm not mad. Not really. I mean it was totally
inappropriate, but I understand why you did it. All boys your
age are curious."
"Really?" I was astonished.
"Of course they're curious," she said. "Most of them never
get to see a naked woman at your age."
"I mean about you not being mad," I said.
"A woman likes to know men find her attractive," she said.
"Well you sure are," I said. I wasn't thinking about all
this. I was just reacting and I think I was babbling a little
"Of course I acted inappropriately too," she said.
"You saw what I did, Bobby. I did that because I knew you
I remembered her jacking off, or whatever it is that women call
it. The realization that she had done that knowing I was
watching made my balls feel like they were going to explode.
My hand, which had been gripping my prick like a vise since she had
first spoken, stroked three more times all by itself before I could
stop it again.
"So your problem is probably my fault," she suggested. "Isn't
I was unable to actually speak. I felt like I was going to
fly apart into little tiny pieces. I heard a whining,
groaning sound and realized it had come from my own mouth.
"Poor baby," she cooed, and rolled over to face me. "If I
caused it, then I suppose I should help deal with it. Don't
Agree? I was incapable of agreeing, or disagreeing or even
thinking coherently at that point. My aunt, who I had seen
naked, and for whom the boner had grown, was not only not mad at me for
beating off to her ... she was offering to help. Whatever
What did that mean?
My mind became completely paralyzed as a myriad of ideas fought for
She cleared everything up in a couple of seconds when she said "Let
me," and put her hand on mine, gripping it gently. I realized
she was trying to get me to let go of my cock. My brain
apparently agreed because I jerked my hand away as if my boner was
Then her cool hand wrapped around me and all I remember is it moving a
few times, and feeling fantastic. Then I flopped like a fish
out of water as my balls finally got relief. Once I had time
to think about it I realized it was over in less than a minute.
I was still rattled, and her laughter didn't help any.
"I'm not laughing at you," she said, sitting up. "I
promise. I'm just happy. It isn't often that a
woman is paid that kind of tribute, Bobby. You made me feel
really good." I saw her hand go up to her face, but in the
dark that's all I could see. She spoke again. "You
made quite a mess. You need to change
shirts. That one is all icky."
I sat up, still panting, and kind of let her pull my old shirt over my
"Do you have another shirt handy?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said. I didn't know a whole lot at that
particular point. I was pretty frazzled.
She giggled again. "Well, was once enough?"
"Are you going to have to go again to get to sleep?"
I'd never gone twice in a row. To be honest I thought she was
"No," I gasped.
"Well in that case, you probably don't need a shirt. Just get
down into your bag."
"Okay," I whispered.
It was quiet as we both got situated. Then she spoke again.
"I'm glad I could help."
"Thank you," I said, so belatedly that I wasn't sure she'd even know
what I meant.
I did get to sleep. But only after I realized it would be
possible to go twice in a row.
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