-Caleb- My mom cuddled with Hank while we roasted marshmallows. I envied them that. They laughed together and fed each other sticky s’mores. Jocelyn and I sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the short, narrow bench on our side of the fire, but I couldn’t put my arm around her, and I sure as hell couldn’t
“What’s going on?” Hank asked, his feet pounding the ground to our tents. “Jacey? Did you scream?” “I...” Jocelyn replied loudly, keeping her hand over my mouth. “I... thought there was a spider in my sleeping bag. Hank groaned outside her tent. “Jacey, it’s three o’clock in the morning.” “I know
-Jacey- It didn’t take much convincing for my father and Jeanie to go out fishing alone. I was pretty sure our ordeal had put a crimp in their romantic getaway plans, so when Caleb and I suggested we were too tired to go out fishing, my father and Jeanie nearly pranced down to the shoreline to laun
My tits swung in his face, and Caleb licked and sucked on my nipples. Soon the woods were filled with the sound of the wet slapping of our bodies coming together and both our grunts and sighs of desire. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel that sweet hole of yours squeezing my cock,” Caleb panted. I sh
-Jacey- Because the canoe was a complete loss, it took two trips to get all our gear back to the landing. My father insisted on running both, dropping Jeanie and me off at the landing and hauling the rest with Caleb. I wasn’t sure what they talked about, but Caleb did not return to the landing loo
Caleb quickly pulled some Kleenex out of his pocket and mopped me up while I sank down onto my elbows, panting. “You’re my good girl,” Caleb murmured, kissing my ass cheek before tugging my panties back up. “My sweet baby.” “I am. I’m your baby,” I said tiredly, wobbling to my feet with Caleb’s he
“You really should let Caleb sit up here because of the leg room,” Jeanie said to my father, even as she was buckling her seatbelt. “The boy can suffer. ‘Stepsister’ ‘stepbrother,’ ugh. It’s like they’re trying to piss me off,” my father grumped, starting the Suburban. Caleb pulled a scratchy flan
-Caleb- As the dust kicked up around us, I reached for Jocelyn’s hand and squeezed it. “I wonder how far he’ll make us walk,” Jocelyn said, but her tone indicated she didn’t really care. “At least I have shoes this time,” I pointed out with a grin. Jocelyn giggled then coughed on the dust. I fa