The Last Straw (new 4/5)

[Nursultan]

Very hot. Thanks.

[neverdoubted]

"F-f-fffffrankie," Mary stammered in surprise. She let go of the articles of clothes she had taken without permission, letting them fall to the floor in a heap, "You're back! I-I was just-"

I could see the wheels spinning in her head. She was trying to figure out how much I already knew and if she could somehow talk her way out of the hot water she had blundered into.

"You're already in enough trouble," I warned, ominously, "say anything else and it'll only make things worse. Sit."

Making a wise decision for once, she shut her mouth without further protest. Shuffling over with her shoulders slumped, she joined her already busted sisters on the bed to await sentencing. But I had no intention of making it that easy for them.

I left my chair and picked up the clothes before approaching the counter. When I opened the bag of food and saw what was inside, I let out a heavy sigh. Sub sandwiches - only marginally different than the dinner I had brought. What a waste!

Dreadful anticipation filled the room as I unwrapped the butcher paper and passed out the sandwiches with a command to eat. The four of us ate in silence. Only the sound from the television kept us company.

The sandwiches looked rich with flavor and expensive. Various sliced meats were piled moderately on a recently baked French loaf with other vegetable toppings and oil and vinegar dressing. But though I was starving, I couldn't enjoy mine. Every bite I took was soured by betrayal and thoughts of my wasted souvenir money.

Choking down half my sandwich, I wrapped up the rest then busied myself organizing the camping supplies. As bad as the experience was for me, it must have been even worse for the girls. They knew not when their punishment was going to be handed out, or even how bad it was going to be. A condemned prisoner's last meal.

When they stopped eating, I collected their leftovers to add to mine. Even though it was a shameful waste, I took the dinner sack outside and threw it in the garbage. I never wanted to see those damned submarine sandwiches again!

"We have an early departure in the morning," I announced on my way back into the unit.

Cindy jumped to her feet in surprise and dared to speak. "Wait, we're still going camping?!"

Bea gasped at her little sister's brazenness. But I just rolled my eyes. From the get-go, Bea and Mary had been adamantly opposed to the whole idea of a camping trip. The three of them had probably discussed it after I left that morning; assuring each other, and Cindy, that they were going to talk me out of it.

"Of course we're still going," I answered dully, waving my arms across the room, "why do you think I bought all this?"

Cindy looked crestfallen, but Bea and Mary had already read the writing on the wall. I was going camping, no matter what. That meant they had to come, too. Looking directly at Cindy to make it clear I wasn't to be interrupted this time, I spoke louder and more forcefully for everyone's sake.

"As I was saying, it's almost time to wind down...Mary,"

At the sound of her name being called - the booming voice of an angry, all-powerful deity who held her fate in his hands - Mary slowly rose from the bed and stood at attention.

"Come on," I ordered, "it's time for your bath."

"Yes, sir," she answered, obediently following me into the bathroom. Still awaiting their punishments, her nosy sisters would be keen to follow whatever was about to happen inside. But I closed the door for added privacy. I wasn't going to let them pry.

The bath itself was not part of Mary's punishment. Rather, it was a byproduct of one of our earlier trades; one I had been looking forward to all day. Despite the surging giddiness at getting to bathe a seventeen-year-old beauty for the second night in a row, I kept my face hard as I filled the tub in silence. There were no fancy oils this time - no bath salts, no flower petals, no bubbles. Just clean water and a bar of soap.

When the water level was high enough, she stepped into the tub and settled into a similar kneeling position as the night before. Her shoulders were hunched in a futile attempt to minimize her substantial chest endowment, and her hands were folded defensively over her lap.

But I was having none of it. I had gone out of my way last night to make bathtime a comforting and relaxing experience for her. Tonight was going to be a different story. Being lectured on responsibility and respect was not supposed to be relaxing.

"On your hands and knees," I ordered, sternly.

Mary gulped but did not disobey. Scooting to one end of the tub, she raised up on her knees then lowered her hands into the water at the other end. This pose pushed her out of her comfort zone and put her most tantalizing assets within easy reach.

Dipping the bar into the water, I slid my hand up the outside of her leg and over her rump - trailing a streak of white soap as I went. I then rubbed the bar around and around in the small of her arched back, sprinkling in water until the mixture was just right. Having a young woman's prone, naked torso for your workbench sure made the labor a lot more entertaining!

Once I had worked up a nice lather, I dispensed with the bar. My hands would suffice to distribute the lather wherever it needed to go. I intended to wash every nook and cranny but had my first stop already picked out.

"I'm disappointed in you," I finally said, as I slid my hand around her torso and inched my way up her ribcage. "I thought we had a deal."

"I kn-oh-oh-hoo," came her shaky reply because my hand had reached the bottom of her tender breast.

Just because it was right there within easy reach, I slid my other hand below her lower back and cradled her rump. She seemed to lose her train of thought and went silent as my bare hands explored her.

With exceptional coordination, I rubbed her ripe bottom and drew slow circles around her large breast at the same time. The soft nub of her enticing nipple had been hanging down to nearly graze the water's surface. I now felt it grow stiff in response to my palm rubbing back and forth against it - confirming my theory that girls' nipples respond to direct stimulation much like guys' penises. Speaking of...mine was rock hard and begging for attention.

Every soft breath she drew in filled my palm with warm, supple, female flesh. It must have been difficult for her to maintain her composure; naked on her hands and knees while being fondled like that. As a teenage boy with next to no experience touching a woman, I sure had to work hard to keep up my stern facade. But on the inside, my hormones were doing backflips!

I eagerly reached across to give her other hanging breast the same treatment, until both her slippery nipples were equally turgid and stiff. My other hand ran up and down the backs of her legs, from the backs of her knees below the water line all the way up and over her plump bottom to her tiny waist.

Taking my duties seriously, I spread the soap everywhere - making sure that every inch of her exposed, naked body got bathed. The alluring crick where her neck flowed into her shoulders. The mysterious sides of her upper torso where her bulging breasts somehow flowed into her rib cage. Her elbows and armpits. Her body was everything mine wasn't. Every part of her, soft and round and oh, so feminine. And because they were within such easy reach and so alluring, my hand kept finding its way back to her shiny nipples.

Before long, her body gleamed from head to toe. The erotic wonder of human physiology laid out before me was like a balm; relaxing me, filling me with joy and soothing my anger. Just taking in the incredible sight caused exhilaration to slip past my stern defenses, and my face to crack a giddy smile. How could I stay mad at such a beautiful, sexy, alluring creature? I needed to hand out her punishment before I lost my edge and did something stupid like decide to forgive her transgression just because she was so pretty.

"On your elbows," I instructed, after clearing my throat. There was only one place I hadn't washed yet. I had been saving the best for last.

Mary obeyed after a slight pause. Lowering her elbows to rest on the bottom of the tub somehow put her in an even more vulnerable position. To keep from sucking in a face-full of bathwater, she had to arch her back even further and strain her neck upward. Her soapy breasts sank below the surface, but still propped up by her knees, her back half remained jutted high in the air, breaching the water like a sexy island. I wetted my hands in preparation.

"What you did was wrong, and you know it," I said, regretfully, as my right hand slid between her knees and began working its way up the gap in her legs. My other hand stayed under the water's surface, finding the underside of her upper torso a nice and inviting place to linger.

She didn't argue or even try to defend herself. She simply nodded her head in solemn acquiescence, careful to keep her nose above the surface. I worked my right hand higher - inching ever closer to her waiting womanhood. I didn't think anything could compete with the creamy softness of her breasts. But her inner thighs made a compelling case.

"You didn't trust me to provide for you all," I lectured, "and now, I have to make an example of you. For the sake of your sisters, if nothing else."

My left hand closed over her nearest breast – my finger lightly teasing its protruding nub beneath the water. I could feel her heart pounding in her bosom. The consequence of her irresponsibility was at hand. She gasped as my right hand reached the apex of her thighs and grazed the sensitive petals of her sex. Her upturned peach was plump and warm and made the perfect target.

"You violated our trades by sneaking behind my back and using my clothes without permission," I continued.

"I know, and I'm sorry," she replied, starting to squirm subtly beneath my steady strokes, "i-it won't happen again."

"Sorry isn't good enough. Not this time. You took advantage of my trust...took advantage of me."

It may have looked like I was the one taking advantage of her. After all, she was one lying naked and exposed while I appeared to be fondling her most private places. But there was no irony or sarcasm in my statement.

At every turn, I had made sure to fully honor the terms of our trades. Even now, with one hand on her breast and the other lightly stoking her lower crease, I was not in violation of any agreement. She had willingly traded away the right for me to bathe her for the rest of the vacation, just like she had traded away the right for me to pet her heart all night long. I was now using my rights to drive home my point.

That's where we were different. While I only took liberties as per my negotiated right, as soon as I turned my back, she acted dishonorably - abusing the privileges my kindness and generosity had afforded her.

"There will be no more trades," I announced, grimly. "For stealing clothes which you had no right to wear, you've forfeited the right to dress yourself. For the rest of the trip, I will choose your outfits. You're so beautiful..."

Hearing her gasp in response, I could tell she still wasn't comfortable receiving such compliments. I paused my rubbing and just cradled her to let my words sink in, but she couldn’t stop squirming.

"You are unbelievably beautiful, Mary Jane," I repeated. "If I don't let you wear anything - and I may not, if the occasion calls for it - it's only so that your natural beauty can shine through. But it's for your own good. I want you to see yourself how others see you - to accept how beautiful you really are. Perhaps you can also use those times to focus on the things that really matter. Honor, trustworthiness, respect for other people's property."

She took a shaky breath but did not argue with the harsh consequence. She was used to my father's punishments - harsh, but fair. But I wasn't finished. We hadn’t addressed the money yet.

"Furthermore, for stealing my money and roping your sisters into your foolish scheme, I have a special outfit picked out for you tomorrow - something you've worn before. You will set a good example for them by wearing what I give you without a peep of arguing or complaining. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sir," she answered, dutifully - as she had been taught to do.

"Good girl," I said, giving her plump peach one last squeeze of encouragement. See, that wasn’t so bad. Then I stood her up and used the cup to rinse her off.

I handed her a towel so she could dry off but made sure to reclaim it before she could wrap it around herself as covering. She had to get in the habit from now on of only wearing what I let her.

"I am sorry," she said at the end, "and...I do appreciate everything you're doing for me."

"It's ok, really," I answered, stepping forward and opening my arms. Her transgression against me resolved, and the unpleasantness of reprimand concluded, she met my warm embrace with one of her own and I felt her tense shoulders relax.

I put the stern expression back on my face before escorting Mary out of the bathroom. Bea and Cindy had no idea what had just transpired. They were sitting on the bed and seemed relieved to see that their smiling big sister had survived my wrath in such good shape.

"Mary, I want you to help Cindy set up her bedroll," I said, as I walked across the room to dig around in my duffel. That should keep them occupied for a bit while I concluded some pressing business with their middle sister. Cindy’s face darkened at the news that she would be sleeping alone. But she did not dare complain.

Since I didn't have pajamas anymore, I grabbed a clean pair of boxer shorts out of my bag to put on after my bath along with my red bandana for...other reasons. "You're with me, Bea. Come along," I said on my way back to the bathroom. Beatrice Rose Conyor, step into my office.

I drained some of Mary's cold bathwater and freshened it up with hot. Then, I had my personal attendant put on her blindfold and stand by while I undressed. While I had spent considerable time around all three of my naked stepsisters by now, I had made sure that none of them ever saw me without clothes on. I was much too shy and insecure to let a girl see me naked! But Beatrice did know my body better than either of her sisters by now since she had twice been called upon to provide cranking services. Tonight would make it three!

Naked, painfully erect, and rearing to go, I settled into the tub where the hot water immediately began working its magic relaxing my stressed-out muscles. Once I was in good, cranking position with my legs crossed and my arms behind my head on the tub's back rim, I made two, smart snaps to signal that I was ready for her to attend to me. I didn't have to give her further instructions.

Shy but committed, the chastened teen felt her way across the room to kneel beside the tub. She knew the drill by now. But before she began, she had to get something off her adorable chest.

"Frankie, I....I'm sorry," she offered out of the blue, but with a heartfelt sniff, "for everything. I should have told you where Mary went. And I shouldn't have accused you of making that water drip on me a few nights ago. I-i-it must have really been a leak. And...I shouldn't have called you 'Crankie'. It was inappropriate, and I apologize. Please don't be mad at me."

A lone tear leaked out beneath the bandana to roll down her cheek. Wow! I never thought I would hear the thorny rose herself so contrite and sincere. Another of my father's wise predictions come to fruition. The apology was her way of surrendering, bowing out of the fight and giving up our long and vicious, step-sibling rivalry.

"I'm not mad at you, Be-be," I assured her. Leaning forward so I could reach, I cradled her face in my palm, "Mary and I had a nice, long talk. She told me what happened and took responsibility for everything. You and Cindy are all right...really. Consider yourself forgiven."

As I wiped the tear away, the corners of her mouth dimpled, and huge, relieved smile broke out on her face. Her cheek was soft and inviting, just like every other part of her I had been lucky enough to sample. But a little lower sat something even more alluring. Smaller than Mary's, but still quite substantial for her age, Bea's blessed chest endowment peeked out at me over the edge of the tub. Pale, perky, and with the cutest pink caps. I would much rather be caressing her breasts than her cheek.

Still stiff and in desperate need of relief, I leaned back a second time and said, "now, back to...ahem...business."

"Oh," she reacted, her mouth sticking in an 'O' shape for an extra second, "I thought, I mean. Can't you do it yourself?"

"Oh, sweetie Bea, but you're so much better at it," I grinned, "You're a natural!"

I had never called her anything nice before. And my new term of endearment - infinitely better than 'Crankie' - made her blush so hard that her normally porcelain cheeks were as red as the bandana still wrapped around her eyes. When, in response, she willingly stretched out her petite, trembling hand over the tub where she estimated her target to be, my member jumped for joy beneath the water. I had done her a kindness and now she wanted to return the favor.

Inch by inch, she lowered her hand into the steaming cauldron where my excited serpent lurked. My ardor surged with anticipation. I had been waiting for this since, well, since the last one. And once her searching fingers found what they were looking for and closed over my stiff, throbbing shaft, I could finally lean back and enjoy the experience. My Sweetie Bea would take care of the rest.

She set a slow, steady pace. Each stroke unwound a little bit of the tension that had built up over the course of the day. All the work and consideration I put into these girls, all the trouble and stress they put me through. Times like these made it not seem so bad. Like my father before me, I was quickly learning the value of keeping a Conyor woman handy - no matter how much difficulty they add to your life, they also have ways of making it all worth your while.

I didn't have anyone else to compare her to, other than my own, masterful hand. But she really did take to it like a natural and sure picked up the technique quickly for being only her third time ever giving a hand job. I was well on my way to an explosive release when her pace slowed to a crawl. Forcing my fluttering eyelids open, I paid attention as she asked an unexpected question.

"Frankie, why don't you ever give me clothes like you do Mary?"

It was no surprise that she had noted me supplying her older sister but offering her nothing. Since the start of Bea's punishment, when Frank dragged her away from all her clothes and basically put me in charge of her, I had barely allowed her to wear anything. Only the breakfast gown I made her had provided but a brief reprieve from her constant nudity. A bandana blindfold or a luggage tag around her upper arm identifying the naked teen as property of Francis Askis Junior didn't count.

"Hmm, I don't know...I guess I just like you better this way."

I wasn't lying. I did like her better naked. If I had my choice, all three of them would stay naked all the time! Why not?

"It just doesn't seem fair," she pouted.

"Aww, I know it seems that way, sweetie Bea. But I do have my reasons," I replied, using my new pet name for Her. Then I stroked her cheek again because I just couldn't resist. Now we were stroking each other, hehe.

I wasn't about to be swayed just because she stuck out her bottom lip.

"I'll tell you what," I mused, "Cindy really looks up to you, and you have more influence over Mary than you know. If you promise to set an example for their sake - be a good girl and behave from now on - I might be convinced to give you a reward. Ok?"

I could only see part of her face under the wrap, but I could still detect it lighting up at the wonderful news. She had been cast about on a roiling sea of naked humiliation for so long. But getting the chance, no matter how slim, that she might be allowed to wear clothes again was like spotting a blessed island on the horizon. A reason to keep swimming.

"Yes, sir!" she exclaimed. And she resumed stroking at an enthusiastic pace that had me cumming in no time flat.

How could life get any better than this?

[Freesub]

Never in doubt - he delivers an incredible chapter! The entire bath sequence was simply incredible.

[student]

How CAN life get better Cindy's next.

[Skylar21]

An incredibly erotic bath time!
Wonderful writing.
Frankie must think he's in paradise.

[WingDing]

Great chapter.
I'm left wondering when one of the girls will request for Frankie to bring their bath to a happy ending too. He seemed on the cusp with Mary.

[SixPathsKeyblader]

So this is unrelated to the most recent chapter, but I couldn't help but notice this, and I just had to bring this up: I just watched The Diary of a Wimpy Kid movie, and the subtitle was "The Last Straw". In the beginning of the movie, Greg's parents (including his father *Frank*) were waiting anxiously in the car for Greg to come out, so that they could hurry up and get to church (and Greg had been just coming out of the shower). Sound familiar? Is this just a funny coincidence, or was there some inspiration?

Of course, Greg did not get drug out naked like Mary, lol.

[neverdoubted]

I've never seen it, so not an inspiration. But I can see some similarities from scenes you're describing which is funny. The book synopsis sounds more like a "tough love" parenting trope (threatening military school, enrolling the kid in non-wimpy activities, etc.). But the themes don't align for another reason. The Last Straw is not the full title of my story. I've been keeping the actual title semi-under wraps to avoid spoilers.

[neverdoubted]

Having accomplished the chief reason for bringing Bea into the bathroom with me, I reached for the drain plug and felt a yawn coming on. Another long day was catching up to me, but I couldn't rest my head quite yet. Mr. Fleemer's truck would be here to pick us up near dawn, and the responsibility of having everything ready to go on time fell to me alone.

Stepping onto the mat, I grabbed a towel and dried myself off. I felt no shame about standing there next to my kneeling stepsister even though neither of us were wearing a stitch. The bandana around her eyes provided all the privacy I needed. And she needed none. I also didn't feel bad about the water I was dripping on her. She got next turn at the bath anyway.

I rubbed my hair dry and hung the towel on the rack then unfolded my thin, cotton boxers and stepped into them. now dressed in my pj's, I asked for the blindfold to be returned. She scrambled to her feet with a vigorous nod. Eager to accommodate - a good sign of her budding obedience. Reaching behind her head, she loosened the knot behind her head. I wasn't wearing a shirt, and as soon as she could see again, her eyes trailed down my bare torso until they reached my boxers. By now, my satiated penis had flagged to rest dormant between my legs.

"You're up," I nodded toward the tub, taking the bandana off her hands. The naked teen shyly crossed her arms in front of her privates and over her chest which made me smirk. I think she was surprised to find me already dressed again so quickly after the intimacy we had just shared. Not that I had time to leer at her anyway. I had tasks waiting for me in the other room. At least, thanks to her special services taming my erection, I wouldn't be sporting a raging boner in front of the other girls while I worked.

Back in the main room, I unpacked the groceries and put Mary and Cindy on sandwich making duty. Then I moved everything near the exit because we were checking out in the morning. And we were not coming back this time.

With an eye on packing light, I made two groups - things to leave with father, and things we were taking on our camping trip. The coffee pot could be left behind, for example. None of us kids were big coffee drinkers. And we didn't really need both a lantern and a flashlight. We would all be together around the campfire after dark, anyway. When that was done, I moved closer to the lamp and studied the map. All this supply planning would be for naught if we got lost in the wilderness. I was a decent shot with the .22, but didn't trust my hunting skills to sustain us.

At some point, a squeaky clean Bea came out and swapped places with Cindy so she could go take the last bath. Since Bea didn't have a nightgown, she remained as naked as she had been all day. Her blonde curls had been wrestled into a makeshift bun and her hale, unblemished skin gleamed with a youthful loveliness. Girls with her natural beauty and youth did not need to make themselves up to be pretty.

Usually, getting her to help with anything was harder than getting a rooster to lay an egg. But in between sandwiches, she turned away from the counter and located me - making sure I was seeing her be such a good little worker bee. She was only doing it for clothes, and it was much too early for her to have earned something like that. But I nodded to let her know I saw. I would have to look for opportunities to test her in the future.

When she carried the platter of completed sandwiches and handed them to me with a helpful expression, I caught myself staring at her proud, unblemished breasts and perky pink nipples which were smiling up at me. Her whole body gleamed with a youthful loveliness. And when she walked away to sit on the bed and watch the television, I got sucked in by the subtle sway of her hips and the rocking wobble of her pert little bottom.

I tried to avert my gaze and think about something else before the stirring in my loins turned into something more embarrassing. But my overcharged libido had other plans and my reproductive system betrayed me by eagerly pumping fresh blood back into my dormant organ.

With my neck growing hot, I bent over my duffel and rummaged for a toothbrush. Lights out couldn't come soon enough. When I found it, I cleared my throat and stood up. To my dismay, despite only being minutes removed from my last gratification, my penis had come back to life.

Crossing my hand in front of the noticeable bulge in my crotch, I scurried past the tv to the other side of the room in search of privacy. It wasn't until I had retreated into the bathroom and shut the door behind me that I remembered Cindy was still taking her bath!

"Oh! I'm sorry," came her small, startled voice.

My eyes landed on the most amazing sight. She had been sitting primly in the middle of the tub - washing away the grime and stress from perhaps the most trying day of her life. But having been taught to respectfully stand when someone older than you enters the room, the bathing beauty rose to her feet when she recognized me.

From head to toe, she was all shiny and wet and clean and cute. Even the suds had trouble letting go of her adorable flesh. They took their sweet time - clinging as long as they could before dripping lazily toward tub and leaving behind tantalizing glimpses of warm, pink skin. Naked girls everywhere I turned - my libido never stood a chance!

I never expected her to apologize for my intrusion. I'm sure she wasn't used to having people just barge into her private bath time like this; especially teenage boys. But then again, the last time I had barged in on her, she and her sisters had ended up in trouble. So maybe she was just a little jittery - walking on eggshells.

I didn't bother trying to avert my gaze. Short of turning around and staring at the wall, there was nowhere else in the small room that didn't afford me at least a peripheral view of her bare body.

"Oh!" she exclaimed again - noticing my...situation. The loose fabric of my boxers offered no resistance. And as my erection surged back to full force, a concerned expression fell over her face.

"Are...are you ok, Frankie?"

"Yeah," I shrugged - my face growing warmer, "I was just, um, brushing my teeth...I should have knocked."

She didn't reply. Her gaze remained fixed on the tent I had just pitched in record time, and she had a look of concentration - like she was trying to work out a riddle.

As I waddled across the room to the sink, it occurred to me that she might not know what was happening. Bea and Mary had learned about male sexuality somewhere - probably from their forbidden Cosmo's. But it would have been just like them to keep that knowledge from their innocent, baby sister.

She sat again and began using the rinse cup to remove the suds. I remained bent over the sink - brushing my teeth with vigor and staring at the drain. I took at least twice as long as I usually did. The whole time hoping against hope that my erection would magically pass - but I knew better.

"...Frankie. Can you come here for a second," she finally asked with a serious tone.

I braced - fearing an awkward question about my boner. At least I could use the request as an excuse to kneel down beside the tub and make it less prominent.

She was sitting flat with her legs stretched out in front of her in a childish manner. The remaining bubbles hid her lower half, but she had rinsed all the soap away from the waist up. Her shiny, baseball-sized orbs drew my attention; especially the soft, pink targets in the center. Her nipples were smooth and round at the moment; perhaps relaxed by the soothing, warm water. I knew from experience with her sisters that those tiny nubs, barely more than a notion, possessed the amazing ability to perk up and transform with the right kind of stimulation - just like my... I gulped and tried to think something else.

"Sure," I croaked, trying to sound relaxed despite the lump in my shorts, "uh, what's up?"

She bowed her head for a few seconds.

"...Frankie, I'm sorry," she finally said with a sniffle, "I didn't mean to d-d-disobey. I have three dollars of souvenir money left. It's in my purse. I know it's not as much as we took, but...you can have it. P-please don't be mad."

And when she looked up again, I could see the tears forming in the corners of her dazzling, baby blue eyes. My heart melted. Unresolved conflict ate away at her. I knew how much it hurt her when the people closest to her weren't getting along.

"Aww, Cindy, I'm not mad at you. We're all good, I promise. Mary and Bea, too. And you don't owe me anything. I appreciate the offer, but you should keep your money and spend it on whatever you want."

"Really?" she asked, a little taken aback.

"Really, I insist!"

Her beautiful face lit up; blooming with her usual, perky smile.

"Oh, oh, thank you, Frankie," she gushed. Offering the rest of her money like that was a big sacrifice. And it brought me joy to give it right back to her.

Unexpectedly lunging over the rim of the tub, she wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug of gratitude. At least, I think that's what she meant to do. But to our shared surprise, she ended up expressing her gratitude in a different way; puckering her lips and pressing them directly onto my startled mouth!

Time froze. In my fourteen years, I had never, ever, kissed a girl. Fantasized about it, sure, but never even come close to performing the act. And while Cindy had always been more affectionate than her sisters - she had no qualms about greeting a relative like her Great Uncle Herbert with a courteous kiss on his cheek - she had never, as far as I knew, kissed a boy on the lips before.

It might have lasted a second or half an hour, I couldn't say because my brain had ceased to function. But when I did finally regain control of my faculties, I noticed several things at once.

My heart was racing. The loveliest scent of soap and flowery shampoo filled my nose. Water was dripping down my body, front and back. My eyes had snapped shut. And something impossibly soft was pressing against my lips - a heavenly sensation I never wanted to end.

When my eyelids did finally flutter open, what filled my vision were a pair of wide, blue, unblinking pools. She backed away. As soon as she broke off her kiss, my lips started complaining about the absence of her silky comfort.

Releasing my neck, she sat coyly back into the tub. I don't know which of us had rosier cheeks. But something even more interesting than her blush soon caught my eye. The creamy orbs on her chest were now sporting two of the cutest little nubs you've ever seen. Even the narrow aprons of enticing flesh encircling her stiff nipples were drawn into greater prominence. I was hopelessly entranced and couldn't look away.

"Anyway, ummm," she said, biting her lip and breaking the palpable silence, "this water is..."

Raised to be chivalrous to a damsel in need, I jumped to my feet and handed her a towel. I even averted my gaze as the nude cherub stepped out of the tub and began to dry herself. But privacy wasn't the only reason I looked away. I was too worried that our eyes might meet again.

Clumsily, I excused myself and exited the bathroom in a daze. My lips were tingling. The glorious moment kept running through my mind on a loop. Cindy had kissed me. Like, an actual kiss. I was kissed!

When she emerged, nude, freshly bathed, and ready for bed like her sisters, our eyes met briefly and the moment came flooding back. She looked pretty as a peach and proud as a pumpkin. I detected no hint of regret on her face. Like she had meant to kiss me and would not hesitate to do it again, should the occasion call for it. I felt a squeezing in my chest. Oh, how I wanted her to do it again!

Satisfied that we had completed all our evening chores, I announced bed time. Cindy watched with jealousy as I took my place in the middle of the comfy bed and invited her sisters to join me. Mary had helped her setup the bedroll on the floor, but she didn't know yet that I wasn't going to make her spend another night alone.

When I spread out my hands, palms up, on either side of me, Mary and Bea settled into their usual spots. I had agreements with each of them. Mary had traded me permission to pet her fuzzy pubic heart whenever I wanted - all night long, as I so chose. And Bea had given me similar access to her arrow in exchange for a portion of the warm bed. Without access to a bedroll or nightgown, it was either that or sleep curled up naked and shivering on the cold, wood floor.

With something soft and inviting to keep each of my hands occupied through the night, my head sank into the pillow with a satisfied sigh. I heard a quiet scuffling as Cindy begrudgingly climbed into her bedroll out of sight somewhere below us. Bea reached over, but just before she turned off the bedside lamp, I spoke.

"Cindy, why don't you join us," I offered.

A squeal of excitement issued forth from her spot on the floor as she scrambled back into a standing position.

"You really mean it?" she asked, her face lit up with hope.

"I'm sure we can squeeze you in here somewhere," I replied, even though there wasn't really any empty space left on the full sized mattress.

That didn't stop Cindy Sue Conyor one bit. She had been invited to a sleepover with her sisters, and she wasn't going to let a little thing like limited bed space deter her. Climbing in at the end, she crawled up the middle of the bed until she was directly over me. She was like a cat picking out the prime sleeping spot. It didn't matter that I was already laying there. She simply settled her naked body right down on top of mine.

"Oh, thank you, Frankie," she whispered, gifting my cheek with a kiss of gratitude before nuzzling her face into the crick of my neck. My cheek started to tingle. It was a new sensation, laying in bed with a naked girl draped over me in place of the usual blanket. My boxers were the only article of clothing between us. And everywhere I sensed her bare flesh in contact with mine also started to tingle. Between the three of them, nearly my whole body was soon buzzing. Bea flipped the lamp off, plunging us into total darkness for the night.

I was wrong before; thinking life couldn't get any better. In the span of one evening, it had already proved me wrong. And it just kept getting better and better with every passing moment. That's when the noises started.

[student]

Looks like they'll only need one tent. Much less to carry!