I grimaced in apology and shook my head in the negative. I knew what Brooke wanted. She’d made her intentions quite clear, even going so far as to crawl into bed with me this morning so that I awoke with my little sister’s head on my chest and her hand on my morning wood.
It wasn’t that the idea was distasteful to me. Brooke WAS growing up into quite the hottie, with just enough resemblance to Brandi to start my engines revving and enough prettiness and curves of her own to keep my engines that way. I had no problems with incest. And I’d finally accepted for myself that Brooke was old enough to begin her sexual explorations.
But I was still just nine days into my newfound relationship with Dawn. I loved her. She talked of marriage someday. And we’d already agreed to somehow maintain a long-distance relationship come August.
I believed Dawn would accept Brooke’s desires to explore her sexuality with me. After all, Dawn had already shown comfortability with incest, given her dalliances with her own sister and in her knowledge of my affair with Brandi. She’d even let me fuck Dayna every which way from Sunday last summer.
And yet I was still hesitant to raise the subject with Dawn. I still had the noble of idea of monogamy in my head. After all, I’d never really been monogamous before. But didn’t Dawn deserve all of me? Wasn’t the point of being so completely in love that I should devote my entire self to one woman?
And what if Dawn was threatened by Brooke? No girlfriend of mine had ever thrown a fit over me screwing Keira or Dawn or Brandi because none of them KNEW about those side-affairs. I’d compartmentalized them away as “not counting”, satisfying my own conscience. But that’s not to say my girlfriend at the time would have been so generous if she’d known.
When I indicated that I’d still not yet approached Dawn with what Brooke was asking for, my little sister’s face went through a riot of emotions. Disappointment was first, as if she were waiting for a desired package to arrive only to find that it had been delayed yet again. Anger with me came next, accusing me (rightfully so) for being the cause of said delay. And sadness. Brooke loved me and desired me, for a variety of reasons, and doubt was starting to creep into her mind that I would ever fulfill my promise.
That last look broke my heart. As much as I loved Dawn, I owed it to my sister to keep up my end of the bargain and at least raise the subject. So sighing, I resolved to talk to my girlfriend that afternoon. She would understand Brooke’s desires. She’d have to understand, even if she didn’t necessarily agree.
I hoped Dawn would say ‘yes’. If not, I wasn’t sure what I would do. I loved both Dawn and Brooke. And I really didn’t want to have to make any choices between them.
I spent the first hour after lunch trying to work up how to raise the “Brooke” issue with Dawn. She had something on her mind as well, and so we spent that hour just laying out by the lake, holding hands casually and trying to relax while letting our meals digest.
But presently, a small commotion caught our attention a hundred yards away from us across the curve in the lake. Greg Kinomoto was reclining on a lounge chair with some of his friends, ranging in age from 19 to 23. There were two bikini-clad girls giggling and laughing and flirting with them, a normal event. But what had alerted Dawn and I was that the voices were VERY familiar.
Dawn saw them first, and she instinctively bolted out of her chair just seconds before I did. It was Brooke and DJ, and our 15-year-old little sisters had no business flirting with such older men. Despite her developed figure, DJ in her pigtails looked even younger and the situation looked rather disturbing with the fully grown men predatorily circling her.
I actually outran Dawn across the beach, arriving just after Brooke had plopped herself into Greg’s lap, wriggling her tight underage ass against his crotch. And just over ten seconds after leaving my lounge chair, I arrived on the scene, roughly snatched my sister’s wrist, and bodily yanked her up. “The FUCK are you doing?” I yelled in her face.
Dawn arrived just then and similarly pulled DJ back and away from Connor Metcalfe, a prototypical California surfer boy six years older than her. “Dawnnn!” DJ complained.
“We’re leaving,” Dawn growled at her little sister.
“We aren’t doing anything wrong!” Brooke whined and tried to jerk her wrist out of my grasp.
“Hey, come on, babe,” Greg spread his hands with a charming smile on his face. “The girls and us were just chatting.”
Dawn whirled on Greg and without warning, slapped his cheek with enough force to rotate his head around. The big guy winced and held a hand to his cheek protectively while glaring at Dawn. But the 17-year-old blonde just stared him down. “You stay away from our sisters, got it? They may look all adult but they’re barely fifteen and you KNOW it.”
Greg grimaced and glared at her, but he nodded his head.
Together, Dawn and I marched our little sisters away. But once we got back to our original lounge chairs, they both shook themselves free of our grasp and whirled to face us.
“You can’t be there every time, Dawn,” DJ said darkly. “It’s gonna happen again, one way or another.”
Dawn just looked in horror at her little sister, and meanwhile Brooke put her hands on her hips while glaring at me. “You promised, Ben. If you can’t keep your promises, what faith do I have left in you?”
And with that, Brooke slipped her hand into DJ’s and the two younger teens took off, headed for parts unknown.
Dawn visibly deflated as she exhaled, a look of pain on her face. I felt my own heart sinking, and simultaneously, Dawn and I turned to each other and said, “We need to talk.”
Neither Dawn nor I felt comfortable saying anything out in the open where we were. I wouldn’t have even felt comfortable at our special clearing. People just don’t go around telling their girlfriends that their little sister wants to have sex with them, and I wanted to make absolutely sure we wouldn’t be overheard.
There were too many people by the lake, period. The cabin walls weren’t soundproof. And it was too easy for someone who knew us to sneak behind some bushes by our special spot. In the end, I decided on an open field within the camp borders that had a single, solitary tree in the middle of it. At least there, I figured if we kept our voices controlled no one could overhear, and we could see in 360 degrees if anyone was around us. Yeah, we’d be visible to passersby, but I wasn’t planning on getting naked or anything during this discussion.
No sooner had we sat down than Dawn and I, as if on the same wavelength, both began, “I wasn’t sure how to say this…”
I blinked in surprise and so did Dawn. She made as if to defer to me but my chivalrous instincts kicked in first and I waved her to continue. As if eager to get this off her chest, Dawn sighed and said, “I want to invite DJ to have sex with us.”
My eyes popped wide open. I hadn’t been expecting that, and the surprise was evident on my face. Dawn just exhaled and continued, “I know DJ lost her virginity this past year. Her boyfriend was a jerk and I never liked him, but DJ did and that was all that mattered at the time. He smooth-talked her into it and then it was just three pumps and an apology. Apparently it was his first time too.”
I frowned, not yet understanding how the story of DJ’s lost virginity would lead to Dawn inviting DJ to join us.
“Anyways, they tried it once more, and it was just as pathetic. That kind of ruined DJ’s perception of the guy as a manly hunk and she dumped him. Shortly after that, we came up to camp and DJ told me in no uncertain terms that she was going to, quote, ‘do it right’.”