The girls DID notice our absence, though. And they also noticed the just-fucked expressions on both our faces, although I sincerely hope they didn’t understand exactly what our faces meant. Afterwards, the four young ones huddled together, giggling and pointing at us as if we weren’t even there.
Perhaps fifteen minutes later, Eden was elected spokesman of the group and the four swam over to us. My baby sister promptly stood up with fists on her hips and declared, “Okay, we won’t blab that you two snuck away for a few minutes if you two show us a real kiss.”
Dawn immediately burst into laughter, covering her mouth. “Eden, sweetie. You don’t have to try and blackmail us. I’d kiss Ben anyways.”
Ana looked up at us with a nervous expression on her face. “Is it really that nice? Because I’ve been kissed once and it was just slimy.”
Dawn chuckled. “Wait till you get hormones. It feels so much different.” And with that, Dawn slid into my arms with a big smile on her face. “Make it a good one, boyfriend.”
My eyes went up in anxiousness as Dawn descended. Three seconds later she pulled back and slapped me on the chest. “Relax. It’s just a kiss.”
“Well, you put a lot of pressure on me!” I complained.
“Not my fault if you can’t handle the— URP!”
I had rolled my eyes and then attacked Dawn, seizing her head in my hands and laying a fat kiss on her lips, diving my tongue inside her mouth and spearing it around until she met me and moaned audibly into our liplock. My left hand slid lower down her back as I dipped Dawn backwards, and she swooned happily as I carried her over into loving ecstasy, making love to her with my mouth and expressing all my heart’s feelings into that kiss.
When I pulled away, I stared adoringly into Dawn’s clear blue eyes and smiled. She was still in the romantic dip position, and we heard the breathless “Whoa…” of all four 11-year-olds gasping at the sight of us.
“I want a boyfriend now,” Jenny whined.
That got all six of us laughing.
One night, an unusual cold spell settled in after dinner and as dusk fell, Brooke and I went back to the cabin to retrieve sweatshirts for everyone. Rather casually, she hooked her arm through mine as we hiked up the hill.
“You seem a lot happier, Ben,” Brooke commented.
I smiled. “I am. I love this camp.”
“You love Dawn. You’re always happier when you’re around her,” Brooke smiled radiantly at me. She was right. Just a week after arrival I felt like all my real world problems had gone away.
I shrugged. “Dawn’s like slipping into my favorite T-shirt, familiar and comfortable and yet stimulating at the same time. Sometimes I don’t know how we go eleven months without seeing each other.”
“Yeah, same with me and DJ,” Brooke nodded. “She’s like my missing half. I’ve got my friends at school and all, but there’s no one like her.”
I nodded and we continued walking. But then Brooke squeezed my arm and said slyly, “Of course, DJ and I don’t quite have sex like you and Dawn.”
I arched an eyebrow. Brooke’s comment was simultaneously jealous and sad and sensual. And I got the impression that while she and DJ weren’t ‘quite’ like me and Dawn, the two 15-year-olds were indeed having sex with each other, much like Brandi and Dayna before them. “What do you mean?” I asked cautiously.
Brooke blushed deep enough that I could see it even in the greying twilight. “Well, DJ and I have gotten pretty good at giving each other orgasms. Dayna started doing it with Dawn and Dawn started doing it with DJ. And then DJ started doing it with me. I’m not lesbian or anything. I haven’t had any interest in sex with any other girls except her. But even though DJ and I have fun together… there’s just something missing.”
I gulped as the image of Brooke and DJ sixty-nining brought instant wood into my shorts. “What?” I croaked, selfishly hoping she would answer ‘Your cock, Ben.’
But Brooke just sighed forlornly and her next words took all the stiffness out of my penis. “I miss Perry. I know he got out of control and I don’t think I can ever forgive him for trying to force himself on me. But I miss having a boyfriend. I miss feeling like I have a partner for my future. Yeah, we probably weren’t going to get married or anything. But it was nice to pretend for a little bit.”
I reached over and squeezed my sister’s shoulder. “There will be other boys, Brooke.”
She sighed again. “But not like you and Dawn. She’s like your soulmate or something Ben. Everyone can see it. Mom, Dad, the Evanses. Even the twins want to start calling her Auntie Dawn.”
There was a bitterness in Brooke’s voice that I didn’t understand. “You sound a little jealous, Brooke. You wishing DJ was a boy?”
She snorted, “No.” And then she went silent for a moment, lost into thoughts I couldn’t comprehend.
By now, we’d reached the cabin and went inside to hunt down everyone’s sweatshirt. Brooke went into the bunkroom to grab hers, mine, and the twins’. And I was in Mom and Dad’s bedroom grabbing their sweatshirts out of the drawers when suddenly I felt arms slide around my torso.
I spun around in surprise, only to find Brooke pressed up against me. Her hands yanked down on the back of my head, pulling me down as she planted a searing kiss on my lips.
I stiffened in shock but Brooke’s lips kept massaging mine, and after another moment instinct kicked in and I was returning my little sister’s kiss with all the passion she was giving me.
But three seconds later I yanked my head away. “Brooke, Brooke, no.”
She pouted. “Why not? You did it with Brandi. And it’s not like we’re five seconds removed from Perry trying to rape me anymore.”
My eyebrows furrowed and I looked bewildered at my little sister. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want you. I love you, Ben. You’re my big brother, you’re a hunk, and you’ve always looked out for me. I see the glowing looks on all those girls you’ve been with and I have this craving seven inches inside of me that only you can fill,” Brooke husked, her dark eyes flashing. “Come on, Ben. I’m cashing in all those favors. You always promised to tell me and teach me. Teach me now, Ben. Teach me about sex.”
“I promised Dawn I wouldn’t with anyone else. I promised myself.” I looked at the pretty 15-year-old, torn between my lust and my conscience. “I’m trying to be good and loyal, Brooke.”
“I’m your sister. It wouldn’t count. Ask her.”
“I don’t know that.” I shook my head. “Maybe it would count.”
Brooke’s pleading expression turned into a malevolent glare, that evil look back in her eye. “I could screw things up for you and her. I know all your secrets and I could blab. I know about your cheating and hooking up with all those girls, Ben. I even know about Miss McNeil.”
My eyes flew open and suddenly I was gripping Brooke’s biceps, holding her so firmly that she winced and squealed in pain before I let go and pushed her away. “That’s NOT going to put me in the mood, Brooke,” I said heatedly. Sure enough, my erection was already subsiding.
My little sister whimpered and looked away. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be an evil bitch. I’m just jealous, Ben,” she started babbling. “I thought we were getting closer and you came and rescued me from Perry and I was thinking that camp would be perfect for you and me to spend more time together and I could get you to show me what sex is all about and take my virginity but then Dawn was there and even though I knew she’d be here I thought it would be like always where you two were best friends but still had time for the rest of us but you’ve been glued to her side and calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend and I never get to SEE YOU!”