Dave and I came into view a few moments later and we walked toward the couple sitting innocently in the clearing. The first thing that I noticed was that Thomas's gym shorts were stained, but I kept quiet about it. Which was good, because if Stacey had looked closely, she would have seen the globs of semen still glistening in my long flowing hair.
We sat around and finished the rest of the sandwiches and asked Thomas if we might walk him back to his campsite. He replied that it was only about two miles back up one of the trails and it shouldn't take them long to get there. He said it was boring, but they could come by for a visit if they wanted to.
Thomas struck out in the lead and Stacey was never more than a few feet behind him. Dave and I held hands and followed a small distance behind them. They never noticed us, or if they did, they thought he was helping me through the rough sections of the trail. Little did they know that our touching caused small electric pulses to course through our bodies. His firm grip that was so masculine and protective. Leading on down through the trail, I again noticed what a perfect day we had shared so far.
Entering the campsite, we were greeted by the scoutmaster, who asked them if they might like to share the lunch meal. He told us it wasn't going to be extremely fancy, but we could join in the preparations if we like to cook out. All four off us went over to the campfire and began helping prepare the many different foods that were being cooked over the open campfire.
The dinner turned out to be good, with hotdogs and hamburgers, hot coffee and cokes. The desert was a cake that had been cooking next to the fire all morning. Even the icing that went on it was perfect.
After a while, we took leave of the campsite and Stacey said good-bye to Thomas. She left him her address, so that he might write her once in awhile. Stacey told him to write whatever came into his mind, as her mail was never opened by other members of her family. Thomas laughed and whispered to her that he would write her with vivid descriptions of any new experiences he had if Stacey would do the same in return.
The trail that led back down to the car seemed to take only a few moments, where as on the way up it had seemed like hours. We sang silly little songs all the way back to the house. Pulling onto the street where Dave and Stacey lived, I saw my brother riding his bike at the far end. Dave tooted the horn on the car and we pulled into their driveway.
My brother, Mark, came peddling up to the car and asked us if we'd had a good time. All three laughed and said it had been great. Dave said they were going inside, get cleaned up and go to a movie and would he like to go with us. Mark said sure and parked his bike at the edge of the garage.
I noticed the way that Stacey was now looking at Mark. She had a glint in her eye and I could tell that she was mentally undressing him. I mean, with the exception to the fact that he was my brother, he wasn't half bad to look at. Mark cuts a pretty good figure in his nike shorts and fishnet tee-shirt. If a girl was going to look at a guys butt, I guess Marks buns actually fit into a perfect nine out of ten scoring. From the way that Stacey was looking at him,she definitely was not looking at his behind. Her gaze was directly at Marks crotch. I had never noticed that Mark actually had a decent size bulge in his shorts for his age. Being his sister, I knew he didn't hide a rolled up pair of socks in his jockey strap to impress a girl. I have often been by his room in the mornings and seen his sheets pointed into a tent from his dream erections. I had just never really thought about him as a male before. Entering the house, we all started screaming who would be first in the bathroom. Dave claimed he should go first, because women take forever, I said I should go 'cause I was the guest, Stacey said she should, as she was the best looking. We all began laughing at that, since though she was pretty, she had always been the one to refuse to wear makeup or dress up for any school functions. While we were chuckling at this, Stacey had jumped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Dear Diary,
It is now 10:30 at night. I had better turn the lights down and get a few minutes of sleep. I promise to return exactly where I have left off.
Dear Diary,
I'm up at the crack of dawn. I have just got to get this finished before school starts today… So here goes:
Dave went into his bedroom to gather some clothes together, Mark and I sat and turned on the television. He jokingly punched on me and I began taunting him with names like, "leave me alone you little pencil dick" and "go away fagot.". "Fagot!" Mark replied. "I'm not queer, I've had more women already then you'll have men in a lifetime!" I suspected this was not true, and that Mark was even more inexperienced then I was. So I said, "at least I don't play with myself under my sheets at night, cherry boy!" He was quick to reply, " ya, but then I'm not so hard up as my sister, who has to watch me do it!"
This went on, as it usually did, for a few minutes, until Dave entered the room. We fell silent and turned our attention to the television show. Dave told us he was stepping out to the convenient store, down the road, for a pack of smokes, and that he would be back in about fifteen minutes.
As the front door closed, the two of us began teasing each other again. Then we heard Stacey singing in the shower and Dave told me he was going to play a trick on Stacey. He got up from the couch and going to the bathroom door, he turned the knob ever so carefully. Inching the door open, he could see the silhouette of Stacey through the shower curtain. He was tempted to stay and watch, but was afraid his sister say something, so he crept into the bathroom and grabbed all of Stacey's clothes and towels. He left her a little hand towel that she could dry off with, but it would never be large enough to cover herself with, when she left the bathroom.
We sat in the front room, to have a full view of the hallway that Stacey would have to streak down to reach her bedroom.
Dave had another thought. He asked me if I knew of where a camera was. I just replied with a twinkle in my eyes that Stacey had one in her room. We got up and ran into Stacey's room and retrieved the camera. I made sure there was film in it and the flash was ready.
Looking over at my brother, I remembered the dream I'd had earlier that morning. It seemed like it had been days ago. Thinking more about it, I told Mark to strip down to his underwear. He said, "No way!" I said, "awe come on, think of Stacey walking in here with only that little hand-towel separating her from you." I noticed a bulge in Mark's shorts forming. I knew that if I goaded him, he might just do it. So I told him, "with your little dick, Stacey wouldn't even noticed you undressed." "I bet you wouldn't even know what to do with a girl if she walked naked into a room with you." "You're probably such a cherry boy that a commercial on women's underwear makes you cream your jeans."
The last comment hit close to home, as I knew he did enjoy those commercials and if Stacey walked in here naked in a few moments, his own fantasies would be coming true. So Mark threw caution to the wind and stripped his pants off and stood clad only in his cotton white underwear, his erection sticking forth, forming an extreme bulge in them.
Mark's hard-on at the thought of what could happen made him reach into his shorts and adjust his now throbbing member to one side, to prevent it from slipping out prematurely. He then hid behind the bedroom door and waited until Stacey would come into the bedroom.
I lowered myself off to one side of the bed out of immediate view and we waited as we heard the shower water stop. The cussing and yells from inside the bathroom told us that Stacey had discovered all her clothes were missing. We heard her yell toward the front room, that we were both buttholes. As she ran down the hallway, she grabbed the door to her bedroom and slammed it shut. She then saw Mark standing where the door had previously hid him and dropped her hand-towel in surprise. Her wet body stood before him in all her glory. Mark pulled his underwear down, freeing his confined manhood.