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Campsite Stranger Part 2 of 4 (m/f-teens, inc)
By Rzrsej

It was approaching midnight when Lisa finally stumbled wearily
back into her own campsite. She thought at first that everyone
else had gone to bed. Sitting before the fire, though, she saw
the lone figure of her father, staring into the fire almost as
though hypnotized. As she could easily have predicted, he was
furious, and as he heard her step behind him, he turned and
looked coldly at her. He was never one to scream at his children,
but his white hot anger was obvious nonetheless.

“Where have you been?” he asked evenly.
“Nowhere,” she answered simply, tilting her head defiantly.
“You little bitch. If you ever disappear like that again, you can
just keep walking.”
“I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

Silence. For a moment, Lisa thought he might come at her. She
hadn’t been hit since she was four and been spanked for breaking
free from her parents in a crowded parking lot and nearly being
run over by a minivan. But his hands gripped his chair as though
he was about to spring up.

And then he relaxed. “That will be the last time you talk back to
me, Lisa. You play whatever game you want to, but remember, I’m
in charge of this family. I’m in charge of you. And if you decide
to willfully disobey me, or even talk back to me again, even God
won’t be able to protect you from a punishment you cannot even
conceive.”

Lisa moved to speak again, but her father cut her off: “Consider
carefully what you’re about to say. I mean what I’ve said.” Her
eyes raged, but she shut her mouth, her protests swallowed. “Now
go to bed. And when I see you in the morning, I expect you to be
a positive, useful member of this family.” And with that, he
turned back to stare at the fire, leaving her to stalk to the
tent she shared with her sister Kelli.


The next morning was pure hell for the 16 year old. Her father
said nothing about what had happened the night before, but the
way he suggested she help her mother prepare breakfast the next
morning made it clear that what he had said had not changed. She
knew that she would be expected to toe the line precisely, and
though it made her almost physically ill, she saw no other
choice. She had dutifully gone out looking for kindling for the
evening’s fire, washed the breakfast dishes, and swept the tent
openings clean. She’d even “volunteered” to chaperone her little
sister when she went down to the bath house to go to the
bathroom, which she knew only encouraged the little goody goody
girl to idolize her all the more and would eventually lead to her
being pestered to death.

So when Jake began asking their parents after lunch if he could
go down to the lake to swim, and her father looked up from the
novel he was reading and made eye contact with Lisa, she
immediately suggested brightly, “I’ll take him.” Her father went
back to reading, and Lisa headed to her tent to change into her
bathing suit.


Lisa felt ridiculous in her bathing suit and flip flops, though
there was no one at any of the campsites they passed to see her.
Her own choice would have been a bikini, a little black number
she had tried on at the mall back in the spring, something that
would have highlighted her pale goth skin and matched her black
hair. Her mother, though, had flatly said no, acting offended
that Lisa had even bothered to try on the outfit. Instead, she
had forced a one piece teal and beige suit with spaghetti straps
and no chance of showing the slightest cleavage onto her
daughter.

Jake walked beside her. His own suit was no fashion statement,
just a plain khaki colored pair of longish shorts, but his lanky
teen body, still stringy and un-muscular seemed to make perfect
sense in it. Like most boys his age, bathing suits were more an
afterthought, something to wear that would allow them to explore
the universe or hunt deer or whatever else their male brains
decided to make them do.

“Where did you go yesterday, anyway?” Jake finally asked, looking
at her oddly as they continued to walk.

Lisa remained silent, but there was really no need to respond.
The hyperactive 14 year old continued with his own running
commentary. “Dad was so pissed. He screamed for over an hour
about you. I think the only thing that finally calmed him down
was chopping wood. He must have chopped enough firewood for the
rest of the week. We all stayed out of his way. Did you go off on
purpose? I mean, geez, it’s just a cellphone. You didn’t have to
start World War III. What did he say to you last night? Was he
pissed? I tried to stay up to hear, but I fell asleep. Did he say
anything this morning? Is that why you’ve been doing chores?”
	
Just a cellphone, she thought to herself. It wasn’t even worth
explaining to him that his own immaturity, a product of his
body’s chemistry and his slow rate of maturity together with the
fact that males in general don’t mature as quickly, meant he
couldn’t grasp the importance of social contact with the outside
world. That indeed, as she saw it, you couldn’t really be a human
without that sort of contact. And that what their father had done
yesterday had denied her this basic humane right. Instead, she
just continued to walk on, listening to his inane chatter.

The “lake” was more a pond really. Even so, had there been many
campers around, Lisa was sure that the banks would be crowded
with kids of all ages splashing and diving. And, for all she
knew, someone might wander up. She’d seen a couple of RVs roll by
during the morning, and though they had not parked near her own
family’s camp, they had to have parked somewhere close by. In a
way, she sort of hoped that might be the case, since it would
mean she didn’t have to entertain Jake if some other brainless
boy came along.

She stood on the bank and watched as he dove aggressively into
the water, kicking to the lake’s bottom before resurfacing. When
at last he did, she was staring at him wordlessly. He looked back
at his sister as he tread water and blew water off the hairs that
dangled in his face. Lisa’s face held a strange muted expression.
He called to her, “Come on. Don’t just stand there. Get in. It’s
really not cold.”

True, there was no one here to entertain him, but she’d suddenly
had a wicked idea of how she might make the excursion interesting
for both of them. Looking him dead in the eye, she stepped
lightly out of her flip flops, her bare feet now on the dewy
grass, her toes feeling the blades between them. She curled her
toes into the earth a bit and felt a kind of release, from the
tightness in her muscles, from the rules and regulations in her
head. The ground was wet enough that her feet sunk a bit into the
mud, but she had no care for that. She actually kind of enjoyed
it.

Jake continued to watch her, watching for her to dive in with
him. Instead, she did something very different. Her right hand
moved to the left strap of her suit, her left hand to the right
strap. She pulled one after the other down over her arms, and
past her hands. The straps free, she rolled the top of the suit
neatly down over her body, slid it down her thighs, and stepped
completely out of it altogether. She stood there on the beach,
naked, as her brother watched with open mouth. She supposed she
was also quite naked to anyone else who might be watching,
standing right behind her, for instance, and getting a nice long
look at her tight ass.

However, she really had no interest in who might be seeing her,
with two exceptions. First, she wanted Jake to see her, to know
what his sister’s body really looked like. They were brother and
sister, after all, she considered. What was all the pretence?
They’d bathed together as children. They lived under the same
roof, sat on the same toilet, drank from the same glasses. So she
stood there, looking at him as he continued to tread water. Then
she walked to the edge of the bank, dangled her legs in the water
to test its warmth and hopped in. She ignored Jake for a while,
simply swam about in circles, or lay on her back and floated. The
second person for whom she performed was a hidden presence. She
had no way of knowing if the biker stranger from yesterday would
be around, or happen by the lake, but she liked to fantasize that
he was there, just behind that tree, watching her every move.

Having seen his sister strip down and dive in, Jake was perplexed
for a bit to say the least, and he continued to swim in tight
circles near the bank, apparently thinking over what he had seen.
 After some time, though, he climbed up the bank, dripping water
behind him, shoved his own trunks down to his ankles and stepped
out of them. Feeling shy in the bright of the day, he ran quickly
back into the water, but both brother and sister now swam nude
around the lake. All Jake could really do, though, once he was
in, was giggle like a school girl at the situation they’d braved,
their daring and courage. He hooted and hollered and giggled to
himself as Lisa continued to slowly float around the pond. For
him it was only a game, a schoolboy joke. After thirty minutes of
this, Lisa headed back to shore, climbed up on bank, and sat
cross-legged on the grass allowing the sun’s rays to begin to dry
her.

Jake continued to do back flips, deep dives, and generally splash
all four corners of the lake, but she only watched him as he did
all these things. When eventually he came back to the bank
himself, she was now dry, while he was dripping. He plopped down
in front of her: “What now, sis?”

In answer to this question, Lisa looked him straight in the eye.
She took one breast in each hand, cupped it from beneath and slid
her hands up over them, ending by taking each nipple between her
thumb and forefinger and pinching lightly. She could tell that
his eyes were fixated on the trail her hands traversed. The
thought crossed through her mind, “boys are too simple,” but
rather than convince her she was wasting her time with him, the
thought made her all the more determined to continue. There was a
kind of power to be had in the ease with which she captivated his
attention, and it was a power she enjoyed.

Jake sat fascinated on the ground. His tiny cock surrounded by a
few whispy hairs, had initially been shrunken from the chill of
the water, but was now becoming little by little rock hard,
though that still meant it was only around four inches long and
roughly the width of a majorette’s twirling baton. He watched as
she moved her hands slowly over her body, but without touching
himself. Every few seconds, he would look up from her hands to
her face, and his eyes would flash with embarrassment, almost as
though he had forgotten he was not alone.

His own body was tense and almost shaking as her hands ran down
her stomach, smoothly over her hips, and then her right hand
drifted to her pussy. Using two fingers, she spread the lips,
teased over them, finishing off by circling her clit. She closed
her eyes then, breaking their gaze, and moved her two fingers
again down between her labia and slowly into her hole. She rocked
back gently, her knees bent, so she could move the fingers up
inside herself, and so that he could clearly watch her as she
did. She was already incredibly wet, her lips glistening, but as
she moved her fingers in and out she brought with them trails of
moisture, sticky and warm.

She lay this way for two minutes, masturbating in front of him.
Then she leaned up, sitting in Indian fashion again and only a
foot from where he sat. Reaching down to the ground, she took his
hand and held it. Their fingers intertwined and she gave him a
reassuring squeeze of confidence. Then, his palm in hers, she
moved his hand to the base of her neck, down between her breasts
and then beneath one so that he held it in his hand, felt its
weight, kneaded it slowly in his palm. Still holding his hand in
hers, she took him down the same path her own hands had traced
minutes before, over her stomach and down between her legs.
Separating out two of his fingers, she covered them with her own
and moved them down between her slit to her pussy. She hooked
them just so and guided them in, all four fingers now inside of
her. She showed him silently how to use them, how to slide them
together sometimes, like a single instrument, but at other times
to stretch one towards the back of her vagina while the other
curled up to the roof and pressed against her g-spot. She taught
him to keep a slow even rhythm as he did all of this, to be
gentle but firm. Then she lay back, her knees flexed and her feet
set wide apart, giving him easy access to touch her cunt and a
great view while he did so. He shifted to a point where he could
do both easily, and his fingers went gently back to work,
sometimes following the pattern she had set and sometimes
experimenting with little pinches and pressures. Lisa closed her
own eyes and moved her fingers down to her clit. She touched it
lightly at first, teasing it, but gradually more and more firmly
until she was almost mashing it down. She could sometimes feel
Jakes fingers pressing on the g-spot that lay below her clit, as
though they were working the same ends of a single organ.

She said not a word as they worked together. Jake could see her
chest rising and falling though, her legs sometimes giving a
little twitch. He seemed to know instinctively what this meant,
and moved his fingers more quickly with the pace of her
breathing. As he did so, she began to arch her back slightly,
raising her hips from the ground to push his hand deeper inside
her. Her toes curled into the wet ground, her muscles tensed, and
in one enormous spasm she came, wave upon wave taking her as she
bucked with abandon now and her brother tried to keep his hand in
place. As she came, she imagined the stranger standing in the
forest nearby, watching her let her own brother finger fuck her,
and the thought only drove her on, pushing her to the extreme of
ecstasy until her body felt totally limp and she lay back on the
grass. Jake only sat very still, looking at his sister and for
once in his rotten life, saying nothing.

She lay there in the sun for a time. When at last she had
gathered energy again she could feel her brother’s eyes on her,
wondering what he should do next. She realized it was up to her
to show him the next move, and once again, she felt a little
thrill knowing that she was in charge. As he sat there, she
scooted herself so she was behind him; she hugged him around the
shoulders, kissing his neck and allowing her tongue to trail up
and down it. His body gave shiver as she did this, and his mouth
let out a soft “oh.” This was far from all she had in mind,
though. From behind, she bent him over, keeping her hands on his,
her breasts pressed to his back, their legs together, moving him
one body part at a time. At length they were on hands and knees,
one over the other, almost like wrestlers at the beginning of a
match. Lisa stood up then, keeping one hand firmly on his back so
he would stay put in position. He looked back over his shoulder
once, to see what she was doing, but then obediently put his head
down and remained still.

Then, kneeling down behind him so that she was again on all
fours, she reached down between his legs, pulled his penis back
through and bending down, put it in her mouth. She closed her
eyes and slowly moved her lips all the way down him, easily
fitting all of his four inches into her mouth. She encircled him
with her tongue and then slowly pulled her head back, moving him
out of her mouth and through the loop her tongue had made. His
torso convulsed involuntarily backwards into her face then, but
he steadied himself, and despite his quick breathing tried to
remain still. From her angle, she could see his near hairless
balls hanging above the shaft and she cupped them in her left
hand as her right hand held the shaft and moved slowly back and
forth over its length. She took him into her mouth again, only
just the head this time, sucking gently.

This was no man’s penis, merely a boy’s and she treated it almost
like a toy, teasing playfully and easily taking him all the way
down her throat before popping him back out and inspecting the
glistening little thing.

When she tasted the salty precome, she changed tactics. She was
going to make him understand just how amazing truly nasty sex
could be. She was going to make of her brother a raging,
uncontrollable sex addict, a fitting partner in his sister’s
rebellion against strict rules and overprotective parents.
Tucking his penis back so that it faced the right way round now,
she bent more at the neck and moved herself closer to him. Her
right hand reached between his legs so that the whole of him was
in her hand alternately massaging his sac with her palm and
grasping the shaft firmly or teasing the head. Even as she
continued to stroke him, her face moved down to his balls, which
now hung just below the hole of his ass, rubbing her cheek gently
against them back and forth, now licking them with the tip of her
tongue, now holding the tiny sack in her mouth.

Still never having made a comment in all this time, and
truthfully not even thinking about what she did, she let his
balls fall from her mouth and abruptly thrust her tongue into his
ass. He was clearly shocked when she did so, and reflexively
tightened the muscles there so that she was only licking crack.
She held his penis firmly around the shaft though and made sure
he remained in place. And after a moment, like a frightened
animal being soothed, he finally relaxed and even arched his back
a little to allow her access.

Once he had relaxed she began to work him in earnest. Her hand
moved up and down the shaft now, jerking him off faster and
faster. At the same time, her tongue flicked lightly over his
balls, licked the sensitive spot just behind them, and pushed
deep inside him. Over and over she repeated this process, as he
began to rock back and forth on his knees, fucking her hand with
one thrust, and her mouth with the other. It took only seconds
before he cried out, almost stood up on his feet even while
keeping his hands on the ground. Just as he began to do so, Lisa
flung herself on the ground, rolled over on her back, and wormed
her way between his legs so that her face was just below his
groin. Reaching up, she guided him into her mouth, taking the
whole of him and running her tongue up and down the underside of
his cock as she sucked. Her hand cupped his balls and then she
moved a finger up inside of his ass.

He all but fell on top of her, hiding her now, his thighs tightly
around her head. And then he began to come in spurts, gobs of
white sperm shooting into her mouth. She held them there as he
continued to spasm, licking the come around the head as he did
so, sending him into yet greater waves of orgasm. After two
minutes of this, they had begun to come more slowly, and she
swallowed then, feeling the warm liquid go down her throat and
one last shudder as he fell, exhausted beside her.

They said not a word to one another as they both slid their
bathing suits back on. Nor did they speak on the way back to
camp. And Jake remained curiously quiet throughout dinner and the
rest of the evening.