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The gravel road crunched under our tires and pebbles bounced off of the fenders sounding like popcorn. I leaned over Veed to look out his window at a shining, burbling creek running parallel to the road. My side had been nothing but pine trees since we turned off the highway which, while beautiful in its own way, was getting a little monotonous. Besides something different to look at it also gave me a chance to place my hand on Veed's smooth, soft thigh just below the hem of his shorts. His smile said that he appreciated it as much as I did.
We were in the rear bench seat of the Arvidsson's mini-van — the seat we called "The Wayback" — nearing the end of our hour-long journey.
"There's a sign!" Hawley exclaimed from the middle bench seat right in front of us. The sign read:
Sunshine Glen
A Private Resort
I was excited but also a little scared because this would be my first time naked in front of complete strangers. Everybody said not to worry, that it's the most natural thing ever, but I couldn't help my feelings.
"Yes, I see the sign, Hawley, thank you," Mr. A said from the driver's seat. "Do you have your phone, Älskling?" he asked Mrs. A.
"Right here, Sötnos," she chirped.
"What's all that?" I asked.
Ronnie turned around to smile at me. "Mushy stuff," she giggled, "Honey, darling, sweetie..."
"Snookums!" Hawley cried and everybody laughed out loud, which pleased the little comedian to no end.
We pulled up to a small booth where an automatic gate blocked the entry. A petite young woman stepped out carrying a bulky hand-held device of some sort, looking quite official in a t-shirt and matching shorts in the same colors as the resort sign we just saw. She was quite attractive with short brown hair, big brown eyes and what my Mom would call "a cute little figure." Her shirt was embroidered "Sunshine Glen" above one small breast and a name tag over the other said, "Kelly."
"Welcome, folks!" she called with a friendly smile. "Checking in with us today?"
"Yes, Kelly," Mr. A replied with a big smile. "We are the Arvidssons."
"May I scan your QR code?" the woman asked. "It should be in the confirmation email."
"I have it right here," Mrs. A said, extending her phone across her husband's chest. Kelly pointed the device at it until it beeped and then consulted its small screen.
I whispered to Veed, "She's wearing clothes."
He smiled at my naivete. "Anybody could drive up this far and see her. You can only be naked inside the resort."
"Yes, I have your reservation," Kelly said. "Two adults and four children, three nights in Chalet number 4."
She smiled and very obviously addressed herself directly to Ronnie.
"That's a really good location," she said, never breaking eye contact with the girl. "It's right on the lake so the view is fantastic."
Ronnie grinned back and Kelly held her gaze for a long second before turning back to the grownups.
"I just need to check your license plate," she said and stepped behind the van for about two seconds. She returned and said, "OK, it's the same plate you registered online."
"Why wouldn't it be?" I asked Veed and he shrugged.
"They're just being careful," Mrs. A said. "Privacy is very important to the people who come here so the resort makes sure that everyone they let in is supposed to be here."
Kelly stepped back into the booth and returned in one second with a packet of papers.
"Because you pre-paid online there's no need to stop at the front desk to check in. The resort is all-inclusive so you don't need to carry money or wear wrist bands. All your food and drink, activities, games and all that are included."
She handed the packet to Mr. A.
"This is information about the resort, the amenities, the rules, and specific features of your Chalet. If you display this vehicle pass on the dashboard you can get through this gate again without pulling out your phone. You see on this map... You are here... you follow the highlighted road down to the lakefront, turn left, then left again and there's parking right behind your Chalet."
"Thank you so much, Kelly," Mr. A beamed. "You have made a wonderful first impression."
Kelly smiled proudly. "That's my job," she said, then made pointed eye contact with Ronnie as she added, "I hope I see you around. Have fun!"
"See you!" Ronnie gushed and waved a happy goodbye. Mrs. A gave Ronnie a funny look as the gate went up and we pulled away.
"Don't worry, Mama," Ronnie said. "I get it, and I'll be careful."
"OK, Honey," Mrs. A said. "But if you have any problems..."
"I know," Ronnie said fondly. "You always look out for me."
"What—?" I started to ask but Veed put a hand on my arm.
"Later," he whispered.
Inside the resort the road was paved, speed limit 20. We drove along another minute or so until we came around a curve and the pine trees gave way to open areas. There was one building that looked like a motel and another that looked like the Community Center back home, complete with bulletin boards showing various notices and a bike rack with all sizes of bikes, some obviously for kids.
It was here that I saw my first naked people, a bald man and a gray-haired woman walking hand-in-hand wearing nothing but flip-flops on their feet and towels around their necks. They were deeply tanned and glistened with oil or something, and their skin was so wrinkled that if they were wearing clothes I'd say they needed ironing.
What really surprised me was that they were both old and fat, not attractive at all. I'd never seen old fat naked grownups before. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised because I had of course seen old fat mostly naked grownups at the pool and the beach. All that this really added to the picture was low-hanging man-parts and even lower-hanging tits, but that was plenty.
Veed saw my vaguely disgusted expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I guess not all grownups look as good naked as your parents do," I said.
"Not in America," Veed replied offhandedly. "A lot of them look like that."
I had been so obsessed with how I would look in front of other people I never even considered what they would look like to me. I guess I assumed it would be a whole resort full of Arvidssons, in good shape and nice to look at. I wasn't prepared for a bunch of sagging and wrinkled grandmas and grandpas. At least I still had the actual Arvidssons to admire.
As we slowly passed the Rec Center its doors opened and three kids came out laughing, two boys and a girl, all stark naked.
That was more like it!
The younger boy was about my age and the other two kids a little older. The big boy had a cracking voice and a tiny tuft of dark fuzz just above his circumcised dick, which appeared only slightly bigger than Veed's. The girl had little titty-bumps but no pubic hair that I could see. The younger boy was completely undeveloped and childishly cute.
He was the one who noticed us driving past and said, "Hey, look! New kids." The older boy peered into our car and broke into a big smile.
Which I liked a lot.
The smaller boy smiled as well and gave a welcoming wave, which I returned through the back window as we drove away.
"They seem nice," I observed.
"You meet lots of nice people at these places," Veed said. "Naturists are real friendly."
"Do you go to lots of these places?"
"Yeah," Veed replied. "We go almost every summer, but usually in Europe."
"We've been to a place in Sweden twice, once in Finland and once in Germany," Ronnie offered.
Hawley piped in, "There were fat gross people in Germany, too."
"That's not very nice, Hawley," Mrs. A chided. "How would you like it if people commented on how you look?"
"But I look great!" the boy protested.
You sure do, I said to myself.
"That's not the point," his mother said. "Everyone deserves your respect unless they demonstrate by their behavior that they don't. People's looks are not important. It's how they act and the kindness they show to others."
Mr. A piled on, "It is by treating others with respect that you show your own kindness. Remember this lesson children, for all of your lives."
We began to see couples and families as we went on, walking, riding bikes, playing Frisbee, soccer and tennis. Most of them looked average-to-good without clothes, with notable exceptions.
One man and wife were especially attractive, rivaling Mr. and Mrs. A except the man was not as muscular and had a smaller dick. Their two kids were much too young to spark my interest; toddler twin girls. They were nevertheless cute to see naked, I decided.
We passed a really nice swimming pool, lots of kids and teenagers jumping and splashing and horsing around just like they do at the pool back home, only here they weren't wearing swimsuits. I really liked the water shining on their smooth slick skin as they frolicked in the sun.
We made a left at the lakefront as Kelly had instructed and saw ahead a line of stand-alone structures that must have been the Chalets. They looked vaguely Swiss or something with ornate wooden facades and window shutters. Every Chalet looked the same.
We turned into a driveway which took us to the rear parking lot. Mr. A drove down the line until a sign on one of the Chalets said number 4.
"Everyone must carry their own luggage," Mr. A announced as he opened the rear hatch.
Since we expected to be nude most of the weekend we hadn't brought much but we still needed things to wear if we went into town, plus toiletries and such. I came around to get my backpack and wondered why everyone else was zipping theirs open.
And then I was quite shocked to see Mrs. A peeling out of her pullover top.
"We're undressing right here in the parking lot?" I asked in surprise.
"Yep!" Hawley happily said, his shirt already gone. "It's about time!"
"There are two kinds of Naturist resorts, Fin," Mrs. A explained, reaching behind to unhook her bra and release her bosoms into the wild. "There are clothing-optional resorts and full-nude resorts. This one is full-nude."
"Remember what I said the first time you got naked with us in the Great Room?" Veed asked, his shirt and shorts already off.
He looked funny in underpants and gym shoes.
"It's weird to be nude when other people have clothes on but it isn't weird at all if everyone is."
"It's a matter of courtesy to the other guests," Mrs. A said, slipping down her panties. "We want to show everyone that we are here for the same reason that they are, to enjoy being nude in a natural setting. This tells them they can be comfortable around us."
Hawley and Ronnie were completely naked already, stuffing their traveling clothes into their packs. Ronnie pulled out a pair of flip-flops but Hawley opted for bare feet.
The kid just liked to be bare.
"Come on, Finley Cooper!" naked Mr. A teased while folding his boxer shorts. "It is time to show the world your new fit body!"
I nervously glanced around, noting in alarm that the kids from the Rec Center were standing astride their bikes about twenty yards away.
They were watching me.
Veed elbowed me and quietly said, "Give 'em a show, Fin. Show 'em you're not scared."
Resolve rose inside me. OK, strange kids. Here's what Fin Cooper looks like.
I pulled off my shirt, casually folded it and put it in my pack. I didn't really mean to show off but I found myself kind of puffing out my chest to impress them.
It got no reaction.
I skinned my shorts and underwear down and stepped out of them, keeping my gym shoes like Veed. I stood with the clothes in my hand, legs slightly parted and obviously displaying myself. The smaller boy smiled and said something to the girl, who also smiled and nodded. I fancied they appreciated what they saw. The girl was looking in my general direction but her eyes were focused elsewhere.
On Ronnie.
Having passed the test I returned as cool a smile as I could and gave them a nod, which I hoped was friendly and must have been because they nodded back.
I didn't find the older boy especially attractive — certainly no Veed Arvidsson — but he was cute enough and being a couple of years older I was quite interested in his developing body. I found myself hoping I'd get a chance to observe it more closely.
"Come along, children," Mr. A said. "Let us bring these things inside." Mr. A consulted the paperwork Kelly had given him and punched four digits on a keypad next to the door.
Indoors the Chalet was much more modern than the outside with a fairly spacious open design. The small kitchen had an island with four bar stools and appliances that were about half the size of normal. I remembered that meals were included so it made sense that guests wouldn't need a full-size stove and refrigerator. The living room looked comfortable enough for six people and there was an apparently-functional wood burning fireplace, evidenced by the logs in the cradle and the ashes in the firebox.
Mr. and Mrs. A turned down the left hallway toward the main bedroom while we kids turned right and found a quite large room with two queen-size beds. Some kids might have complained about sharing but not us. Veed and I claimed the bed by the window while Hawley's exploration revealed a hall bath just across from our room. I presumed the main bedroom had an ensuite.
We took the twelve seconds to unpack our few clothes and stash our toothbrushes in the bathroom, then began applying sunscreen. As usual Veed and I did each other while Ronnie and Hawley paired off. Also as usual we boys got big hard-ons, but I had a different agenda.
With Mr. and Mrs. A out of earshot for the moment I cornered Ronnie and quietly asked, "What was all that back at the gate with Kelly? Why did your Mom tell you to be careful?"
"Didn't you see how Kelly looked at me?" Ronnie asked with a sly giggle. "She likes me — you know, that way."
My mouth dropped open.
"You mean she likes you likes you? The sex way?"
She giggled again. "Yeah. She wants to do it with me."
"But she's a grownup!"
"She's not all the way grown up," Ronnie countered. "She's like in college or something."
"Some grownups like to do stuff with kids," Veed put in. "They're called pedophiles. Mom told us all about them."
Hawley hadn't seemed to be listening but suddenly piped in, "We never have to do anything we don't want to do. If a grownup tries to make us we're supposed to yell real loud and run."
"Right," Ronnie said. "Nobody gets to do sex to you unless you want them to."
"And you can even change your mind in the middle of it," Veed added. "No means no, even if you already said yes."
"Are you sure about Kelly?" I asked. "All she did was smile at you."
"It was the way she smiled, and how she said she hoped she'd see me again. She wants me alright. Even Mom saw it."
I wrinkled up my nose as I thought about it.
"Aren't you creeped out?" I finally asked. "I think I would be."
"It's not a big deal," she said. "It's happened before."
I thought about Mrs. A's reaction; how she clearly understood the situation yet also seemed OK with Ronnie handling it on her own until and unless she needed help.
"One of the ballet teachers back where we used to live always liked me and acted just like Kelly. When she found out I was moving away I guess she decided it was her last chance, so she got me alone in the back room and kissed me and touched me, you know, inside my panties."
"Did you yell and run away?"
"No, it was nice," she said. "It felt good and she would have stopped if I told her to. If there weren't people right outside the door I would have done everything with her."
"How did your parents find out?"
"I told 'em. They were OK with it because it was my choice and nobody made me do anything."
"Then why didn't you want me to ask about it in front of them?"
Veed interjected, "Because Mama would have gone into the whole big discussion. You've never heard about pedophiles yet so she would have sat you down for the next two hours and talked your ear off. Wouldn't you rather be outside having fun?"
I had to admit two hours in the sun with beautiful naked kids sounded a lot better than a session with Dr. A.
"Ask her later, like when it gets dark and we have to stay inside anyway," Ronnie suggested. "That way you can get it over with without wasting any play time!"
"Good idea," Veed said, "but we're wasting play time now, so let's get out there!"
"Yeah!" we all chimed in and bustled back to the living room grabbing butt-towels from the linen closet on the way.
"Mama! Papa!" Veed called. "We're going out to play!"
Mr. A stepped out of their bedroom seeming a bit flustered and pink-faced. "Yes, go and explore. You can report back to us all the fun things to do. Be back so that we may go to dinner at six o'clock."
"Yes, Papa," Ronnie said, stifling a giggle. Veed slyly smiled as well as we all stepped back out into the sun.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Papa had half a boner," Hawley said, as if it was unremarkable. "Him and Mama want to be alone so they can do it."
My mouth opened yet again. "Really?"
"Sure," Veed said. "They do it a lot, and especially in new places."
"Remember the night we moved in to the new house?" Ronnie asked with a grin for Veed. "Papa fucked Mama so hard I thought he was gonna hurt her."
"She smiled all the way through it though, didn't she?" Veed said.
"Wait, you mean you watched them?"
"Sure," Ronnie said. "We've watched them lots of times, but sometimes they want privacy."
"They tell us to watch," Veed explained. "Mama says that's how kids learn to do everything, by watching their parents, so why should sex be different?"
"Watching them was super hot that night," Ronnie mused, her eyes glazing over as she remembered. "It gave Veed and Hawley super-hard boners so we went and had fun too."
"On the floor," Hawley put in with a smile, "'cause we didn't have beds yet."
"Hi," a soprano voice interrupted from closer than we realized. "I'm Jen."
She was one of the kids who followed us from the Rec Center. She was close enough to confirm that she indeed had no pubic hair yet despite her little tit-bumps. The two boys still stood astride their bikes next to hers parked on its kickstand. They both wore nothing but gym shoes while Jen had sparkly little strappy sandals.
She was cute in the face but not beautiful. She had bright hazel eyes and a tiny nose and mouth that kept her round face looking cutely childish even while she began to develop. She had a pretty great body too, not muscular and athletic like Ronnie's but gently sculpted, with really soft-looking, sexy skin. Like Ronnie Jen didn't have an extra ounce of fat. Her shoulder-length light brown hair was tied back in a pony tail to complete a very enjoyable picture, and Ronnie sure seemed to be enjoying it.
"You guys wanna hang out?" Jen asked, looking us over head to toe just as we did her. I noticed her eyes linger an extra few seconds on Ronnie.
"Sure!" Ronnie enthusiastically accepted on our behalf, not that there was a single chance we'd refuse.
"Come and meet the boys," Jen said as she turned her back, displaying a really cute, curvaceous little butt that wiggled as she walked. I noted that Ronnie's eyes were glued there the whole time.
"This is my brother Joel," Jen said, indicating the smaller boy.
A year or so younger, Joel was not as nicely filled out as his sister. He was a bit bony but he had a sweet face with the same light brown hair and hazel eyes, plus a very nice little cut dick that pudged out over good-sized balls, practically demanding my attention.
"Hi," he said with a bashful smile.
Jen indicated the bigger boy. "This is Tim. His family is staying in the room next to ours."
I immediately clocked the way Tim looked at Ronnie, which did not bode well for any hopes I might have had to get close to him. I felt a little left out watching Ronnie gather admirers left and right, but I reminded myself we had only just arrived.
"I'm Ronnie and these are my three brothers, Veed, Hawley and Fin."
My lungs inflated in happiness. I didn't fully understand it but it simply thrilled me to be called an Arvidsson child, even though it was a lie.
"Wow," Jen said. "What cool names. Ours are boring."
Joel looked quizzically at me and said, "You don't look like her brother." It was a fair observation given my brown hair and eyes compared to the others' dazzling blond and blue.
"I'm adopted," I said, and Ronnie awarded me a smile for the ad lib.
"That's cool," Joel said, nodding and seeming to mean it. "My friend back home is adopted. His real Mom dropped him off at the fire station when he was only one day old. She didn't want him but his new parents wanted him more than anything so he feels real lucky."
A couple of feelings chased each other around in my gut when he said that. A mother who didn't want her baby hit pretty close to home and kind of hurt, but how it worked out lucky for the kid was encouraging. I didn't know what to say but Veed spoke up to fill the silence.
"It's great that he's happy now, Joel."
"Yeah, that's really cool," Ronnie said.
I got the sense that the kids were waiting for me to share a similar story but I didn't want to get into it, and another silence descended.
"So," Jen finally said, rescuing me. "What kind of names are Fin, Veed and — what is it? Hawley?"
"Swedish," Ronnie said. "Not Fin. His is Irish or something, but Veed is short for Vidar and Hawley for Halvar. Everybody thinks my name is Veronica, but it isn't. It's Ronja."
"Pretty," Jen said, and watching her eyes roam over Ronnie I had a feeling she wasn't only talking about the name.
"So you guys wanna do somethin' besides stand out in the parking lot?" Veed asked with a touch of good-natured sarcasm.
"Sure," Tim answered. "We can take you around and show you stuff if you want."
"Cool," Veed said, "but we'll really slow you guys down being on foot when you're on bikes."
"Then let's go get you some bikes," Tim said. "You can sign them out from the Rec Center, but you have to bring 'em back every night, 'cause I guess kids leave them all over the place."
"We'll bring 'em back," Hawley said.
Joel wrinkled his brow and asked, "How are you gonna pedal a bike with no shoes on?"
Hawley waved him off. "I got tough feet."
"C'mon, then," Tim said. "The bikes all have those pegs sticking out of the back wheel. If you stand on them we can ride you over."
"Cool!" Veed said. "I've seen kids ride double like that but I never have."
"I saw a kid sitting on the handlebars once," I observed.
"I won't do that," Hawley said. "I've got tough feet but my butt is real soft."
Everyone laughed while I thought, it sure is.
"I'll take Ronnie!" Jen called, leaving no room for dispute.
"How do I get on?" Ronnie asked, grinning and eating up Jen's attention.
"I'll help you," Tim said, a gleam in his eye at the chance to touch Ronnie, if only for a second. He parked his bike and stepped over, placing one hand on her elbow and the other at her waist. I glanced down and the boy's dick was definitely chubbier than it had been a moment ago.
"Put your left foot on the peg," he said, "and your hands on Jen's shoulders. When she takes off step up and put the other foot on the peg. Just go with the motion and I'll steady you until you get going."
"You can put your arms right around me and hold on tight," Jen offered, her own agenda showing. "If you want."
The way Ronnie smiled I knew that she would hold on very tight. I also knew that she could mount those riding pegs perfectly well without help, so I guessed she wanted Tim to touch her.
Ronnie and Tim got ready and Jen slowly took off. Tim boosted Ronnie, she grabbed Jen around the chest and then they were off.
"We'll see you over there!" Jen called as they rode away. "Hold on, Ronnie! Hug me tighter!"
"I'll ride Veed and Joel can ride Hawley," Tim said, then stopped short and exclaimed, "Oh shit! What about Fin?"
"You ride Fin," Veed said. "I feel like running anyway."
"You sure? We can just ride slow and you guys can walk."
"Nah," my athletic boyfriend said. "I want to run."
"You guys are in super good shape," Joel appreciatively said. I noticed him eyeing me in particular and it felt good. Maybe Ronnie wasn't the only one with admirers.
"We work out," Hawley said. "You could use some more muscle."
"Hawley!" Veed scolded. "That's not nice."
"It's OK," Joel said with a shy smile. "He's right. My Mom calls me Skinny Minnie."
"I wasn't tryin' to be mean," Hawley said. "I think Joel is real good-looking, only he needs more muscle. Hey! You wanna work out with us? We can show you how and then you can keep doing it when you go home."
Joel grinned at the smaller boy. "Sure! I'd love to be as strong as you guys."
"Yeah!" Hawley said, pleased with himself. "That'll be fun."
We put our towels around our necks and Hawley mounted the pegs nearly as easily as Ronnie had. I did OK myself getting behind Tim. It was nice holding onto his shoulders as we rode, feeling the nicely-toned muscle under his skin. The skin itself was warm and smooth and soft and I found my dick chubbing up. I made eye contact with Veed as he ran alongside and he smiled, noticing my reaction. That didn't help a bit and soon I was fully hard, my dickhead even touching Tim's back a few times. I prayed he didn't notice.
We arrived at the Rec Center with Ronnie and Jen nowhere to be found. I stepped backwards off of Tim's bike and stumbled a bit but kept my feet. Hawley smoothly dismounted from Joel's bike before it had fully stopped, like he'd done it a thousand times.
Hawley grinned at me with his eyes locked onto my stiff cock. I blushed instantly but then noticed that Hawley's little dick was jutting up just the same. Joel turned toward me to put down his kickstand and he was boned up too! I stared in surprise while Tim and Veed chuckled.
"I couldn't help it," Joel said, blushing deeply. "Hawley was pokin' his into my back the whole time!"
Hawley giggled devilishly. "It was a real fun bike ride!"
"Don't worry about it, you guys," Veed said. "Boys get boners left and right at Naturist clubs."
"Yeah," Tim concurred with a smile. "Especially kids your age. Who am I kiddin'? My age too!"
He didn't have one, though, so maybe he hadn't noticed me prodding his back. Veed was also limp, which I attributed to the exertion of his run.
"You guys should kind of hold your towels in front of you though," Veed added more seriously. "It's considered rude to show a boner in front of the other guests."
"It's dumb," Tim said, "because they know you have one or you wouldn't be covering it up!"
"Yeah," Veed agreed. "But some of the old ladies don't want to look at it. It's best to just cover up."
We did, but it was awkward trying to walk around with our towels in front of us.
"Where the hell are the girls?" Tim wondered. "That's Jen's bike right there, number 26."
"They probably went inside to sign out a bike for Ronnie," Veed suggested.
"Yeah, that's probably it," Tim said and started into the building.
We followed as he walked up to a desk where a middle-aged naked lady sat, typing on a computer. Her tits were enormous.
"Excuse me," Tim interrupted, "did two girls come in and sign out a bike just now?"
The woman didn't pause her work or look our way. "No, sorry boys," she said. "No one has signed out a bike in an hour."
"Thank you," Veed said and we moved away a few steps. "Where could they have gone?"
"I think I might know," Joel said. "Follow me."
We trooped behind him up a flight of stairs at the back. I deliberately stayed two steps lower than Joel so I could watch his cute, narrow little butt flex as he climbed. His thighs were so thin I could see right between them to the backside of his balls.
On the second floor we passed room after room with big windows along the hallway. One had five square tables in it, four naked grownups at each table playing cards. Another room had chairs and a sofa where five ladies and a man sat on towels, each with a paperback book in their hand. A printer page taped to the door said, "Book Club." We passed a couple of more rooms with the doors closed and the lights off until finally we reached the last, also closed and dark, though we could see pretty well by the light from the window.
Joel opened the door and gestured for us to follow him inside, putting a finger to his lips to shush us. There was a folding room divider standing like a giant accordion near the far end of the room and we crept over to it. I had no idea why we were sneaking but none of us made a sound. We got to the divider and Joel peeked around it so we did the same.
There were the girls, making out like crazy on a couch. They were sucking face like they were trying to inhale one another and Jen had two fingers full-depth in Ronnie's shiny-wet pussy. We managed to keep quiet another few seconds and I heard the sucking and squelching sound of Jen's fingers frothing Ronnie's girl-lube as she fiercely finger-banged my pretend sister.
Hawley giggled and the spell was broken, but to the girls' credit they didn't panic or cry out. Jen merely paused in her endeavors long enough to turn to us and whisper, "We're busy! Go find your own place."
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