***If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.*** 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.