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This is Chapter 12 of my story about a lonely boy who discovers that family can be where you find it. If you haven't read the previous chapters they are in my story archive here.
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I awoke to the sound of a blender.
Mrs. A was making her morning smoothie just like she did every day at home, though I didn't remember anyone bringing in almond milk, yogurt or fruit when we arrived. There was a small convenience store in the same building as the Rec Center so I figured Mrs. A had gone shopping while us kids were busy in empty meeting rooms, motel rooms and the woods.
Apparently that was after she and Mr. A finished welcoming each other to the Chalet.
Veed had me pretty well entwined in his long arms and legs but at my bladder's strong insistence I managed to slip out of bed without waking him. As I peed I remembered Mrs. A's overnight guest, the mother of those delicious twin tweens. I wondered if Emily was still out there and how the night had gone for the women.
The blender stopped and I heard Emily's voice in the kitchen, which answered the first question. Her sensual tone of voice answered the second.
"This is delicious, Brigitta," I heard. "Almost as tasty as you."
Mrs. A giggled girlishly, which I had heard for the first time the evening before. "Well you certainly ate your fill," she said.
"Mmmm, and I'm hungry for seconds," Emily purred. I heard slurping and smacking sounds that must have been a sloppy, sexy kiss.
I flushed the toilet and the kitchen fell silent, after a few seconds filled by clanking glassware and water running in the sink. I padded naked into the kitchen and found them separated by the island.
"Good morning, Fin," Mrs. A chirped happily, her good mood uninterrupted. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, Mrs. A," I said, earning a strange look from Emily.
"You call your mother Mrs. A?"
"I'm not actually his mother," she jumped in. "He's staying with us while his parents are away, but Fin is absolutely a member of this family, in our hearts if not by blood."
"Oh, I get it completely," Emily said. "It's just easier to let people assume what they please rather than explain complicated relationships." Emily hesitated with a look at me, unsure how much Mrs. A wanted her to say with a ten-year-old in the room.
She just smiled and said, "It's OK. He knows why you were here last night."
"Oh, good," Emily said, relieved. "I hate hiding who I am." She turned to me. "Dave is not my husband and he's not the twins' father. My husband Mike and I are both bisexual and we have an open marriage. Do you know what that means, Fin?"
"I think so," I said, mentally going over everything Mrs. A had told me about the various ways people make love. "I know that bisexual means you like boys and girls both, but I'm not sure about the open part."
Mrs. A explained, "An open marriage means the two spouses have agreed that it's OK to have sex with other people. Mr. A and I agree with the concept but we very rarely go with anyone else." She turned a flirty eye to Emily and added, "Only when the person is truly exceptional."
Emily's smile widened and they shared a very intimate look. Finally Emily broke their gaze and went on.
"Anyway, Mike's not a naturist so I needed someone to go with me and the twins to nude events and resorts and things, so I answered a personal ad on one of the websites and I met Dave. He's amazing in bed and we all get along wonderfully, including Mike's girlfriend Amanda. In fact we have a four-way together every five or six weeks."
"What do the twins think about all this?" Mrs. A asked, and I sensed her subtle shift into psychiatric mode. "I hope you've been honest with them."
"Oh, yes," Emily casually said. "They know all about it. We have our fun and they have theirs."
Wow I thought. Another family that treats kids like they can handle sex!
"You'll probably find out for yourself, Fin," Emily said with a sly smile, "as cute as you are, and the way Charles was looking at you last night." She turned back to Mrs. A and said, "He seems to lean more to the gay side, at least at this point in time."
"And Charlotte?" Mrs. A asked.
"Oh, she loves the boys!" Emily laughed. "I'm surprised you didn't notice her flirting with your Veed like Scarlett O'Hara."
I had no clue who this Scarlett person was but both women chuckled. I kept my mouth shut about Veed having already fucked Charlotte in the woods. Not that I thought either of them would get mad, but just because it wasn't my story to tell.
"Are you hungry, Fin?" Mrs. A asked brightly. "You can have some smoothie if you like, or you can get a hot breakfast at the cafeteria."
"I want pancakes!" Hawley's voice boomed from behind me.
"Yeah," Veed sleepily added, shuffling in behind him. "Pancakes sounds good."
Veed had a huge morning hard-on, which he appeared not to realize. Emily noticed and her mouth curled up into a knowing smile. She and Mrs. A shared a glance and Emily mouthed, "Not bad!"
Both ladies softly laughed.
After breakfast we ran into Tim with his Mom and Dad on their way to the lakeshore. Like many young adolescents Tim seemed vaguely embarrassed by his parents but I thought they were nice.
His Mom was plump and pudgy and while I didn't find her sexy like Emily I really liked her big round breasts and especially her giant pink nipples. I found them reassuring somehow, as if with this comforting symbol of motherhood watching over me nothing bad could happen.
Tim's father had a very ordinary Dad-bod and a conspicuously small dick but he was very friendly and offered to take kids out on the Sunfish two-person sailboat he had reserved. He spent the rest of the morning skimming us one at a time across the calm water and seemed to truly enjoy doing it.
When I got back from my ride Tim's Mom decided I looked a little red from the sun.
"Come here, Fin," she said. "Let me put some sunscreen on you. It has aloe in it as well to help with the sunburn."
"Thanks, but that's OK," I said. "We have sunscreen back at the Chalet."
She gave a look that struck me silent.
"Fin," she commanded, "you're starting to burn. Get over here now please."
Her tone left no room for contradiction. She wasn't my Mom but it was nevertheless a Mom-order that ten-year-old me couldn't defy. I did as I was told.
Her touch was gentle but no-nonsense as she massaged my overheated skin with silky rich lotion. I felt the same kind of fierce Mom-love that I always had from Mrs. A. and I was not surprised when she boldly visited every square inch of me.
"Open your legs," she ordered and though it was embarrassing I couldn't refuse. She determinedly lotioned my dick and balls; a Mom doing what a kid needed done for his own good. It felt nice in a totally non-sexual way and I even enjoyed when she spun me around and ran her fingers up my crack, coating both of my inner butt cheeks. I'm sure she got a good look at my butthole in the process but I wasn't embarrassed anymore.
It may have been the nicest touch of my life that didn't give me a boner.
All this time Tim looked on with a mortified expression and I guessed I understood. His Mom had a way of making a kid feel about five years old, and if she treated Tim this way at twelve it was no wonder he rebelled.
"I'm so sorry, man," he said when we were out of her earshot. "My Mom can be such a pain!"
"It's OK," I said. "She's just bein' a Mom. Besides, I guess I did get a little burned on the lake because the aloe really helped."
"Yeah," Tim wryly said, "but I'll bet your balls didn't get burned."
"She just wasn't taking any chances," I said.
I wanted to tell him how lucky he was to have a Mom like her but I knew he wouldn't understand. Like most kids from happy families he took his mother's boundless love for granted.
Veed and I swam in the pool for an hour or so then dozed in lounge chairs for another hour. Though we hadn't discussed it I think we were both hoping to run into the twins at the pool. With luck there would be underwater groping and possibly woodland sex.
It didn't happen.
"Where are Hawley and Ronnie?" I asked.
"I haven't seen them since lunch," he said. "Ronnie just sort of disappeared but Hawley said he was meeting Joel to catch tadpoles in the creek."
"How much you wanna bet they caught each other's poles instead?"
Veed snorted a laugh. "Probably."
"You wanna go exploring?" I asked.
"Sure. Maybe we'll see someone we know."
"Like Charlotte and Charles maybe?" I teased, though I was just as guilty of such hopes.
We slipped into our flip-flops — apropos of the pool — and mounted the bikes we had checked out from the rec center. They were very basic single-speed models with coaster brakes. It had taken me a few minutes to get used to back-pedaling to stop instead of squeezing a hand brake and I damn near rode into a bush.
I didn't even want to think about the cuts and scrapes one could get crashing into a bush in the nude.
We rode past the motel building out toward the soccer field. There was no game going on but several small circles of kids and teens were having what they call a kick-around. That's basically goofing around and bullshitting with each other while casually kicking a ball back and forth.
Two girls seemed to be more serious about things, running shot-on-goal drills with real intensity. The shorter one was on offense and the tall one was goalkeeping. As we drew closer I was surprised to recognize Ronnie dribbling the ball and taking fierce shots at Kelly in the goal!
Kelly looked much younger without her clothes, her slim body, small pear-shaped breasts and little tuft of pubes belying her eighteen years. She would not have looked out of place among a bunch of ninth-graders.
We rode up and stopped just in time to see Ronnie drill one just past Kelly's outstretched hand into the corner of the net. Kelly skidded on her belly across the grass in her futile effort but came up grinning. She had green stains on her knees, elbows and tits.
"Great shot, Ronnie!" she cried. "Man, that fucker had eyes!"
Kelly had been so sweet and polite at check-in that it was a shock to hear her swear that way. Ronnie returned her grin and the look they shared made it obvious they had more interest in each other than just soccer.
"Oh, hello boys," Kelly said when she saw us. "Just practicing a little soccer," she added, a bit guiltily I thought.
Ronnie proudly burst in, "Veed's a champion! He's a lot better than me."
"A champion, eh? You must be a demon on the pitch to be better than Ronnie."
"I don't know," he said. "Ronnie's pretty good."
"Modest too," Kelly said. "That's really cool. What about you, Fin? I'll bet you run rings around both of them."
I turned red. "Not so much," I said. "I'm OK compared to the kids in my grade but these guys are amazing!"
"You want to play?" Kelly asked. "A little two-on-two maybe?"
Veed smiled but held up one of his feet in her direction. "Flip-flops," he said. "And I don't play barefoot. I'm not Pelé!"
Kelly laughed and said, "Nobody is."
She stood smiling, her whole body glistening with sweat. Ronnie ran over grinning, a few wisps of blond hair plastered to her forehead. Between the hot day and the exercise both girls were dripping wet.
"Hey you guys!" Ronnie excitedly asked, "Did you see my goal?"
"Yeah!" Veed enthused. "That was awesome!"
"Yeah Ronny," I added, "really great."
"It's not that far back to the Chalet," Ronnie said. "You guys could go get your shoes real quick and then we could play two-on-two."
"It's getting a little late," Kelly cut in. "We'd actually better get going."
"Oh, OK," Ronnie said. "We're going to shower at your place, right?"
Even a doofus like me knew that Kelly had a transparent plan to get Ronnie alone in her room and she knew we were onto it. She looked at Veed and she looked at me but with the cat already out of the bag she made one last effort to get rid of us.
"Yes. We're just about to go there so... Nice to see you boys and I hope to run into you again."
"Actually, Kelly," Ronnie firmly said, "I want the boys to come with us. My Mom made me promise to be extra careful, so if we're going to your place my brothers should be there too."
That didn't sound remotely like Ronnie. That girl could handle anything up to and including World War Three. The last thing she needed was boys to protect her — and younger boys at that!
"Well..."
"Come on, Kelly," Ronnie coaxed. "It won't stop anything from happening and I can honestly tell my Mom I was extra careful."
I directed a knowing look Kelly's way and shrugged. She looked us over for several seconds and finally said, "Yeah, OK I guess. If Ronnie trusts you then I do too. My room is just over there."
She indicated an older, more rundown motel-style building with a small sign declaring it, "Staff Quarters." Kelly walked us up to one of the twenty identical doors and opened it with her code. She ushered us inside where there was barely room for the four of us.
"Have a seat," she said in a better mood, apparently getting used to the idea. "On the bed, I'm afraid. There isn't anywhere else."
"I'll start the shower," Ronnie announced.
"Oh yeah, sure," Kelly said, confused. "You go first if you want to."
"What do you mean, go first? Aren't you coming?"
Kelly allowed a tiny smile but still looked questioningly at her.
"I told you, it's OK," Ronnie said. "I just want them here. It'll make me feel better, and I'll be in a better mood for, you know, stuff."
Kelly grinned and followed Ronnie to the bathroom. Veed and I sat and looked at each other.
"What now?" I asked. "I have a feeling they're gonna be in the shower a long time."
Ronnie popped her head out of the bathroom and with a leer asked, "You guys wanna watch?" and I suddenly understood why she wanted us there.
I think Veed was more excited at the prospect than I was but I had to admit I was curious if nothing else, and we both somehow squeezed into the tiny bathroom. I peered in at one end of the shower curtain and Veed the other.
The shower stall was only marginally bigger than ours, and anyway being crowded together seemed rather the point. The girls were sensual and playful with one another, both of them giggling and smiling non-stop. They started fairly tame, washing the sweat and grass stains off of one another and clearly relishing the slick, soapy contact. It wasn't long however before things took the expected turn.
Kelly's small, pert tits were exactly mouth-high for Ronnie and she took full advantage of that fact. My sweet "sister" always enjoyed nipples but I had never seen her go for them with quite this much gusto. Kelly's small brown nips were sharp little points as Ronnie kissed, licked and sucked them, while Kelly sensually held Ronnie's head to her breast and her moans echoed around the bathroom. In another moment Ronnie's fingers probed the lightly furred triangle between Kelly's thighs and found what I think was her first adult pussy. Kelly moaned even louder at the double stimulation.
Veed and I watched in horny fascination the Sapphic dance before us. I enjoyed seeing Kelly naked; she was super cute and not that much older than us. After Emily's visit with Mrs. A the previous night a grownup lesbian didn't faze me at all, though it was a bit of a twist that Kelly liked girls so young. I reached down and fingered my rock-hard boner.
In the shower Ronnie had turned around and pressed her butt and back against Kelly, who kissed her neck and reached around to sensually fondle her flat chest and play with her clitty. It didn't take Ronnie long to get there, as horny for Kelly as she was. Maybe one minute of diddling had her bucking and heaving and crying out in orgasm.
That was too much for me and I grabbed Veed by the hand and dragged him out of the bathroom to the bed.
"What...?" was all he got out before I threw him on his back and launched myself between his legs. His stiff cock felt absolutely at home between my lips and I proceeded to suck him like Armageddon depended on it. I didn't even notice that the shower had stopped until two minutes later when Kelly and Ronnie flopped naked and damp onto the bed next to us.
"Oh God, Ronnie," I heard in Kelly's husky whisper. "I need your sweet little pussy!"
"Eat me, Kelly!" Ronnie cried. "Make me cum a hundred times!"
I didn't count of course, but let's just say all four of us made multiple trips to Nirvana that afternoon. I especially liked when I was on all fours with Veed's lovely bone plowing me to the very depths while right in front of me Kelly double-fingered Ronnie's puss and vigorously rimmed her asshole until she practically screamed her climax.
We sixty-nined right next to each other too — I should say Veed and I sixty-nined while the girls tried to. They couldn't both reach at the same time because of their six-inch height difference but they traded off back and forth until Ronnie groaned in frustration and spun around to do Kelly the normal way, on her belly between Kelly's legs. Kelly came so loud and strong I was sure the neighbors must have heard.
After what seemed like an hour of side-by-side sex — but with no boy-girl touching at all — we all sort of sprawled across the bed in a heap. Somehow I found my face against Kelly's little tits.
Well, let's be honest. I arranged for my face to end up on her tits.
I'm not really attracted to girls or women — not very much anyway — but I have to admit I have a thing about tits. They make me feel calm and safe. I decided I would talk to Dr. A about it in our next session.
"Whew, that was amazing," Kelly said, and I enjoyed the vibration her voice made in her chest. "You kids are really something!"
I lifted my head to move away from her but she gently held me down.
"You're fine, Fin," she said. "I kind of like it, and I know you do."
I smiled and sighed in contentment, nuzzling into her soft cleavage.
Ronnie crawled closer and rested her head on Veed's chest as well, letting out her own contented sigh.
"Thank you," Ronnie said with all her sincerity, "all of you. This is one of the best, sexiest times I ever had. I just love licking your pussy, Kelly!"
"Oh my God," Kelly replied. "And you do it so good! I've never known an eleven-year-old who could eat pussy like that. And your little hairless cunny is just the tastiest thing I've ever had!"
Ronnie made eye contact with Kelly. "You especially like little girls, right? More than grownup women?"
Kelly sighed. "Actually I pretty much only like little girls. Not too little though. Like you, just a year or so before you start to change. You are absolutely perfect for me exactly the way you are."
"I love the way you are, too," Ronnie said. "Some grownup women have way lots of hair down there, you know? I like that you only have a little."
"I keep it trimmed," Kelly said. "I'd love to just shave it all off but I'm afraid it would look weird for someone working in a nude resort. I have a girlfriend at home, Adriana. She's my age but she's really tiny and petite. She keeps her pussy hair shaved for me and it's real nice but it just isn't the same as your beautiful, naturally smooth little slit. She hardly has any tits and that's nice, and we're really great friends so that part is wonderful. I just wish I could have a real girlfriend your age."
"So you're a pedophile, then?" Veed asked.
Kelly considered for a second. "I guess I am, but I've never heard anyone called that except for pervy old men. I never really thought about it, I guess. I just started out when I was nine eating my beautiful little next-door neighbor and I never stopped liking it."
"How old was she?" Ronnie asked.
"Nine too. We fooled around all the time right up until the middle of seventh grade when she suddenly sprouted tits. Boys noticed her then and she started going out with an eighth-grader so I was history."
"That's too bad," Ronnie said. "Did you find another girl to mess around with?"
"Oh, sure," Kelly said. "I already had about three others, and in seventh grade there were still lots of girls young enough for me. That got a lot harder in eighth grade and by high school there wasn't anybody."
"What did you do?" I asked, unable to even fathom suddenly not having sex anymore.
"I started babysitting," she said. "You'd be surprised how many of the girls I sat for dug what I did to them."
Kelly must have really trusted us to admit that. She would get in so much trouble if we told anybody.
Ronnie got a concerned look on her face. "You didn't, like, make 'em..."
"What!" Kelly cried. "No, of course not! I would never!"
Ronnie's smile bloomed again. "I knew you wouldn't," she said, relieved. "You're too nice to do anything like that."
"It was just playtime, you know?" Kelly went on justifying herself. "Just like with you, I didn't have to make them. I only hinted that it could happen if they wanted it to and waited for them to give the signal. You guys know better than anyone how much kids love sex!"
Dave, Emily and the twins sat with us at dinner that night. It was the first time we'd seen them all day and Veed and I were all smiles. Charles kept making eyes at me across the table and I knew he was dying to get with me.
That's a really nice feeling, you know? When somebody wants you that bad? I already had it with Veed of course but there's no such thing as too much.
For his part Veed couldn't take his eyes off of Charlotte. She played it much cooler than her brother but I wasn't buying it. She wanted Veed as much as Charles wanted me.
"Mom?" Charles suddenly and unexpectedly asked. "Can Fin sleep over tonight?"
My mouth fell open and I jerked looks at all the grownups but they only seemed amused.
Emily shared a quick look with Mrs. A and smiled a bit naughtily as she replied, "It's fine by me, Charles," she said, "but Fin's Mom — or guardian I guess? — has to give permission."
Mrs. A looked straight at me with that same amused smile as Emily wore.
I blushed but finally squeaked, "Can I, Mrs. A?"
"Sure, I don't see why not," she said.
Emily put in, "The only thing is we'll be a little crowded with an extra person. Maybe Charlotte doesn't want to share her space."
Before the girl could answer answer Ronnie burst in out of the blue, "Charlotte can stay over at our place. That would make room for Fin at theirs."
"Great!" Charlotte said with a grin. "Ronnie and I can have a sleepover too."
Veed looked very confused as he stared at his sister but I knew what she was doing. We were in public at the cafeteria with other tables of people only a few feet away. It would be a bad idea to openly announce that Charlotte was spending the night with Veed. Two little girls having a sleepover though? Wholesome as apple pie.
Which coincidentally is what I had for desert. Yum!
The six kids of both families hung out the rest of the evening, at least four of us impatiently awaiting bedtime. We wandered over to the playground, which was overrun with little-uns during the day but after dinner was taken over by tweens and barely-teens. The older teens tended to opt for the lakefront. That particular moment we had the playground to ourselves.
Ronnie indulged Hawley by chasing him up the ladder of the tallest slide and sliding down behind him over and over. Of course bare butts and plastic slides are natural enemies so once again the trusty butt-towels came into play. More than once Hawley lost his grip on the towel and slipped off of it, his bare ass screeching to a painful-sounding stop in the middle of the chute.
Meanwhile Veed and Charlotte were halfway up the monkey bars talking in low tones while Charles and I sat on the merry-go-round. This was not the kind with lights and music and horses going up and down, but just a round platform on the playground that rotates on a pivot. Normally kids would run around this thing pushing the bars to get it going, then jump on board and spin until they got dizzy. In this case we sat on the floor of the thing facing outward, lazily rotating it with our feet while we chatted. The butt-towels served to keep our asses clean, not to protect the apparatus we were sitting on.
"What a great idea to have a sleepover, Charles," I said.
He grinned. "Yeah. I didn't get to see you all day so now I get to see you all night!"
"We looked for you everywhere," I said, "except we got busy in the afternoon."
"I'll bet you did," Charles said, voice full of innuendo. Apparently the kid never stopped thinking about sex.
I could relate.
"So what's the deal with you and Veed?" he asked, nodding toward the monkey bars. "I know you guys are boyfriends but he sure seems to like Charlotte."
"I love him," I said simply. "He loves me back but he sort of likes girls too, you know, to mess around with. He says he likes messing around with me the best though."
"But you don't like girls that way, right?" he asked, a tinge of hope in his voice.
"Not very much," I said. "I can do it, get a boner and everything, but it's really just to help them out and make them feel good. It's nice to make people feel good whether they're a boy or a girl."
"Yeah," Charles nodded. "I help Charlotte sometimes when she's super horny but it doesn't really do much for me. I'm happy to help because she's my sister. Besides, it's super fun to make people cum! Even girls."
"Yeah," I grinned along with him. "I love that."
"Did you ever mess around with an older boy? It's really cool when they cum because they squirt sperm."
"No," I admitted. "I've only been doing stuff since the beginning of the summer. So far I've only been with three boys, Veed and Hawley plus this kid Joel here at the resort, and none of them make sperm yet. I'd like to do it with his friend Tim though. He's twelve and he has a little bit of hair."
Charles brightened. "I know Tim! He fucked me! In the woods yesterday. He said he spermed inside me but you couldn't tell it by me. Nothin' dripped out or anything."
"Did you ever suck an older boy?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I don't like them to squirt in my mouth," Charles said. "I have two friends back home who are fourteen and fifteen who both make lots of sperm. I love when they pull it out of my mouth at the last second and squirt all over my chest! I rub it into my skin like lotion, but it gets crusty after a while and I have to wash it off."
I grimaced. "Sounds kind of gross."
"Not to me," Charles said, smiling. "You'll find out whether you like it or not someday when you're with a boy who can squirt."
"Yeah," I conceded, "I suppose I will."
"It won't be tonight," Charles said. "I still cum dry as a bone."
I smiled. "Me too."
"Get ready though," he said, his eyes sparkling with promise, "because I'll cum lots of times with a boy as hot as you. We're gonna do it all night long!"
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