Drax6119 wrote: Sun Feb 08, 2026 9:56 pm
This..is BEYOND amazing. It's rapidly grown into my ATF here.
Frankie's going to have himself QUITE a time on the camping trip...
I said on day 1 that 2 was when it really gets interesting.
Then I said if you enjoyed 2 just wait until day 3.
Then I said on 3 that 4 is really when the fun starts.
Then I said on 4 that it was nothing compared to 5.
Well, if you liked day 5...
Fantastic as always, neverdoubted! Your talent at writing intensely attractive girls remains unrivaled! Cindy's submissiveness and desire to please are just too lovely. I want to hug her close and never let go!
I admit I'm rather slack at writing comments, but I've read every chapter without a doubt. I do, sadly, find it tough to remember to check on a story which updates once a month - my human failing at fault.
Taking all the erotic images and titillating thoughts that were swirling around in my brain and shoving them to the back until later, I dried my face and exited the bathroom on a mission. Time was short and we needed all hands on deck to get ready for departure.
I put the girls to work tidying up the room, but the task fell to me to ferry whatever we weren't taking over to our parents' room. Even at this early hour, Frank was usually up and dressed. So, I was surprised when I knocked smartly on the door to his unit that he just called out from within instead of answering personally.
"Come in, it's unlocked."
With a lump forming in my throat, I swung the door open. I had witnessed this scene once already, but I was still unprepared to step inside and find my sleeping stepmother sprawled out on the bed, completely naked.
Oh Frank, oh Frank, oh Fuuuuuuuck----
The man himself sat in the armchair in the far corner - master of his domain. He was wearing a housecoat and slippers and smoking a pipe.
"We're leaving soon," I stuttered, carrying the extra supplies, "where should I put this?"
He lowered his newspaper and looked at me across the expanse of the bed. I tried and failed to not gawk at the naked woman laid out before us like a trophy. Last night, he had satisfied her every sexual craving - eroding her earnest pleas into moans, and her moans into gurgles - until, through relentless and repeated orgasms, she melted into a quivering puddle and finally slept. Now dead to the world, she was too spent to even wake up and greet her own stepson.
"In the corner is fine," he opined. Then he went right back to whatever he was reading. I sat the load down and retreated from the room - my ears burning with the memory of an unforgettable sound. The glorious resonance that is produced when an uninhibited Conyor meets an unstoppable Askis.
When the truck arrived, Mr. Fleemer hopped out and helped me load everything into the bed. There was only enough room in the cabin for two, so I arranged a space for the girls to ride in the bed like they were part of the supplies. What? You don't pack three naked teen girls on your camping trips?
They came outside when I called but grew demure to the point of being shy when I ordered them to strip and hand over their gowns. Breakfast time was long done, and where we were headed, they wouldn’t need clothes. Once they were settled, I climbed into the cab and we were off.
"Say, if I asked you something a little on the sensitive side, would you be willing to be Frank with me," he teased, but with a conspiratorial wink. I chuckled at his reference to our shared first names and nodded my head. I had nothing to hide from this kind old man.
Nodding toward the lump of naked girls huddled under the tarp to keep their hair out of the wind, he asked, "they don't really have a condition, do they?"
"Well...it would take too long to explain," I started to answer before giving up and just admitting the truth, "but no, not really."
"I knew it," he slapped his knee in celebration, "I always have been able to notice more than most and I can tell when things don't add up. I may be dumb, but I ain't stupid."
"Dumb, but not stupid," I replied, "got it."
"I seen the way they look to you, and at you," he continued, nudging me in the side, "especially the littlest one. I know a lucky son of a gun when I see one. And you're about the luckiest I've ever seen!"
I couldn't disagree with that statement. So, I just nodded my head and smiled.
"I only counted one bedroll and now I know why. Something tells me you don't have any trouble keeping warm at night. Say, that reminds me. There's a family lives just to the south of our land. Harper - nice folks. I called John last night and ordered some firewood for you. His son, Henry, was going to deliver it to your campsite. He was also going to check the trail."
I gasped. Not having to cut or forage wood for the campfire once we arrived would personally save me a ton of backbreaking work.
"Wow! My, that's mighty kind of you, Mr. Fleemer," I exclaimed, "I-I don't know how to thank-how much was it?"
"I thought I told you not to call me that," he warned, but I could still hear the playfulness in his voice, "and I wouldn't let you pay for it anyway. Just consider it a gift from one Frank to another and promise me you'll pass it on to the next one you meet."
"Yes, sir. I promise!"
And I meant it. In fact, for the rest of my life, I thought of that nice old man whenever I met another who shared our name. And I always went out of my way to show extra kindness to them however I could. It's a better way to live.
We rode in silence for a little while after that as the streets of the town became a winding country road. We were slowly leaving civilization behind and well on our way to uncharted territory. With the hectic rush of packing and departing in the past, my thoughts drifted back to my encounter with Mary in the bathroom - where she had unexpectedly kissed me.
But was it unexpected...or premeditated? It caught me out of the blue, but how long has she been plotting it? She was usually so shy and self-conscious - the complete opposite of Cindy when it came to expressing yourself and showing affection. Cindy wore her emotions on her sleeve. Well, back when she used to wear sleeves, heh. But Mary kept hers close to the vest; quite the trick for a topless girl, heh.
Maybe that's why Mary had been acting strange all morning; stand-offish and aloof. Was she secretly making up her mind to step out of her comfort zone? Maybe she decided it wasn't serving her to be so reserved and keep her emotions bottled up all the time. But if that were true, where had she gotten the idea to kiss me from in the first place? It didn't take a detective to figure that one out.
Last night, she and Cindy were right next to each other in the bed. Even though it was too dark to really witness, she must have heard the endless string of eager kisses her baby sister had bestowed upon me - filling my cheeks with loving affection for the way I was making her feel.
It was sure hard to argue that Mary didn't appear to be mimicking her little sister on the affection front, even though it was absurd for someone as stunningly beautiful as her, who had attracted the eye of every boy and man she had ever met, to feel like she had to compete with anyone - especially a thirteen-year-old girl.
It probably bothered her that she wasn't the first Conyor girl to kiss a boy on the lips. As the oldest, that was supposed to be her birthright. I get that her strict stepfather had limited her chances in the past. But who was stopping her now? If she was jealous or felt like she was falling behind her more affectionate sister, she only had herself to blame; letting her own shyness hold her back. Overcoming that shyness was the only way she would be able to make up for lost time. Cindy sure wasn't the type to hold back once the floodgates were open.
One thing, I knew for certain. If there was some kind of a sisterly competition budding between them - something that perhaps involved lowering your inhibitions and being affectionate with a boy - I had no doubt who was going to be the winner: me!
A sense of adventurous anticipation enveloped me on all sides, much like the vast forest we were driving through. The only signs of humanity were Frank's truck and the twin lanes of asphalt with trees growing right up to the edge in most places.
As soon as the truck slowed and came to a stop beside the road, I jumped out. Looking around, I gaped at the unmarked dirt path leading to a small gap in the trees. This was a trailhead? How were my parents ever going to find this unremarkable spot when it was time to pick us up in a few days? When I asked Frank about it, he assured me that he would give them good directions. But just in case, our backup plan would be to regroup at the Inn. Something told me, if we had to hitchhike, my naked companions would have no trouble convincing someone to pull over and give us a lift back to town.
The girls unloaded themselves and huddled together beside the road. I didn't begrudge them standing and watching while I did all the work unloading the rest of the supplies. There would be plenty to do once we got to the campsite, but I could tell they were kind of in shock, and I was willing to let them ease into their first ever nude camping trip.
When the bed was empty, I patted the fender and Frank took off. Once the rumbling truck had rounded the next corner and the sound faded, a peaceful quiet enveloped us.
I drew in a deep breath and looked around, drawing the sweet, natural air into my lungs. The dew on the ground glittered. Remaining pockets of morning fog were just burning off. Making an early start of it had been a smart idea. It would be much more pleasant to walk in the cool of the morning.
When I had completed my turn, I looked at my girls. They were all looking straight at me with worried expressions. Surrounded by miles and miles of wilderness in every direction. Naked and helpless. They had no choice but to trust me now. Fortunately for them, I was up to the task. My certitude nullified their apprehension.
My rucksack was piled high with most of the supplies - a load I was happy to bear. But before I put it on, I began constructing the travois.
Mary and Bea hugged their privates and inched further and further away from the road. They kept a wary eye up both directions. At the first sign of approaching traffic, they were likely to make a break for the tree line. But Cindy was drawn in a different direction.
Coming closer, she stood over my shoulder and watched me fashion the frame. The willow saplings I had brought were easy to lash and lightweight, and I was pleased to find the rectangular shape held all our remaining supplies with room to spare. Hefting one end, I dragged it back and forth a couple times with ease. Light as a feather!
With a proud grin, I puffed out my chest and looked at Cindy.
"Oh, Frankie, it's just wonderful," she giggled and clapped, as if I had just performed some kind of spectacular magic trick.
Coming from anyone else, her compliment would have felt patronizing - like she was just stroking my ego. But Cynthia Sue Conyor did not have an insincere bone in her body. She was genuinely impressed and it felt good to be appreciated.
While she was admiring my handiwork, I stopped to admire her. The sunbeams streaming through the trees at a steep angle dappled her flawless, naked body and gave it a heavenly glow. She was an angel in the flesh. When she graced you with one of her adoring smiles, it filled you with a supernatural warmth. Perfection personified, and she was all mine!
Expressing her effusive enthusiasm, she wobbled her hips playfully and made her indented lollypop twinkle. Luckily, before my libido could get revved up and cause trouble, I got distracted by her shoes and almost laughed out loud.
The childish style - close-toed flats with a pearl white finish and a gold buckle - looked out of place on the young naked teen whose budding body was rapidly leaving childhood behind. But they were even more out of place on a camping expedition.
"You can't hike in church shoes," I said, shaking my head regretfully, "you'll get blisters. Bring them here."
I didn't blame her for trying. After all, her shoes were the only articles of clothing she had left. But it was for her own good.
Crouching down, she worked the buckles loose and slipped her dainty feet free. Now completely naked like her sisters - like it should be - she picked her shoes up and delivered them to me for safe keeping. She wiggled her cute little toes in the grass as I lashed her shoes to the travois. With Cindy squared away, it was time for the big reveal. I bent over my pack and began to dig around inside.
"Ahem, come get your outfit, Mare," I called out with an ominous tone, "it's time to get dressed."
Normally, she would be ecstatic about such an invitation. But she shuffled forward hesitantly. I had already warned her that she wasn't going to like what I had picked out for her to wear today. But then again, you aren't supposed to like a punishment.
When I pulled it out of my pack and held it up, all the color drained from her face. Bea drew closer while Cindy tilted her head to one side. They both studied the unusual contraption; little more than metal loops held together with pieces of rope and some leather. They hadn't been around to witness the first and only time Mary wore it and didn't really know what they were looking at.
At first, Mary’s wide eyes were locked onto the custom bridle as I situated it the right way up. A gift to me from Percy, she probably thought she would never have to see, much less wear it again. Once I had it untangled, I paused right in front of her. Breaking out of her trance, she cast me a pleading look. But I just stared back.
"You're pulling the sled," I finally announced with a dreadful finality. A foregone conclusion that left no room for argument and a test of her acquiescence. With her sisters watching, it was critically important to me that she certify my authority.
She sucked in a halting sob but did not stop me from lifting the harness over her head and sliding the leather bit between her teeth. I stepped behind her and wrapped the ropes around her upper arms like Percy had done then fed them through the little iron ring hanging in the small of her back. This was the piece that held it all together. As I began to cinch the ropes tight, and her elbows were drawn together, her breasts swelled to their full, rightful prominence.
From here on out, until I chose to release her, her arms and hands would be immobilized. But that didn't mean they were completely useless. I lifted the front half of the travois and dragged it around behind her. Just as I had hoped, her hands bound behind her back were at the perfect height to hold the front crossbar. Just to make sure she didn't drop it, I took some leftover pieces of rope and lashed the travois to the harness.
Continuing around her, I checked the other parts of the harness - making sure everything was cinched tight around her head and face. She snorted in distress when the thick knot of course hemp was drawn between her lips and into her mouth. She wouldn't be talking from now on. At least not anything we would understand.
By stealing and squandering my money, she had depleted the funds of her provider and made everyone's burden a little bit harder. It was only fitting that she should have to carry an extra burden for a little while to make up for it. She wouldn't like it, but I knew it wasn't too much for her to endure. She could use this hike to learn a lesson about trust and respect for others' property which she wouldn't soon forget. The punishment fit the crime like a glove. My father would be proud!
Hefting my rucksack onto my shoulders, I uncoiled the lasso rope - another gift from Percy - and attached it to the pigtail hanging out of Mary's mouth. When I gave it a light tug, she let out a groan of dismay but had no choice but to follow wherever I led. With a grunt of effort, she got the sled moving. Bea and Cindy looked on in shock and confusion. Before their eyes, their big sister had been transformed into something more resembling a pack mule than a girl. But before the two of us disappeared down the trail, they broke out of their stupor and scrambled to keep up.
One mystery solved--now we know how that harness is used.