This is an entry in the 2012 Nude Day story contest, so please vote. Honest feedback is always appreciated. Copyright Foolstop June 2012. This is a work of fiction. The events, settings and characters described here are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. For all scenes that depict sexual activity, all participants are 18 or over. Thanks to PhantomOp for his eagle-eyed proofreading.

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Prologue

I awoke, in darkness, to the blare of a train whistle piercing the paper-thin walls of an unfamiliar room, and as I began to get my bearings, I caught an alluring fragrance in the air. A woman was lying beside me in bed and her hair was draped across both of our pillows. A few loose strands were right under my nose.

She was on her side with her back towards me and we were spooning. My arm lay across the woman's ribcage and my hand was sandwiched between her bare breast and the mattress. Absentmindedly, I wiggled my fingers, slowly massaging her breast and feeling the weight of it. I noticed how soft and smooth it felt. Without any conscious thought, I automatically sought out the nipple and found it to be semi-erect. I played with it between my fingers and it immediately grew harder.

I allowed my fingers to explore further, traveling up to the other breast, cupping it in my fingers and hefting its weight. By that time, I felt myself becoming aroused. It was only then that I realized that my penis was constrained by a pair of briefs. That's odd, I thought. Why do I have underwear on? I almost always sleep in the raw, especially if I'd just had sex.

Suddenly, it hit me where I was and what was going on. I withdrew my hand and bolted up out of bed. "Oh, jeez! Oh, jeez!"

My sister started giggling and rolled over to face me. She held one arm across her tits in a half-hearted attempt to protect her modesty. "Good morning, Loverboy!" she teased. Beth was practically naked, wearing only a pair of black bikini panties. Her arm did an adequate job of hiding her nipples from view, but I could easily make out the globes of her ample, young breasts above and below.

Our room was quite warm, so we had gone to bed with only a top sheet for each of us. During the night, we both got twisted around. My sheet got thrown off completely, and hers got bunched up around her feet.

"I'm sorry, Beth. I was only half awake, and I didn't realize what I was doing."

"Don't worry about it, John. It's okay. Besides, it felt kinda good. You have strong hands and I like that in a man." She winked at me, devilishly.

Beth started to yawn. She turned away from me so that she could reach her arms above her head to stretch her muscles without showing me her boobs, directly. I could still see plenty of side boob from behind, however, as well as the rest of her lithe, taut, 20-year-old body. As usual, her blond hair was braided into a ponytail that stopped halfway down her spine. Below that, her milky white skin starkly contrasted with the black ink of the tattoo that she had gotten on her eighteenth birthday--a stylized design that sort of resembled angel's wings.

"Did you sleep well?" She asked me. Once again, she held an arm across her front as she turned back to face me.

"Yes," I admitted. "Thanks for not letting me sleep on the floor." I'm older than Beth by two years, but she has never let me treat her like a baby sister. So, after we found out that the room only had one small bed, and after I tried to be gallant and said that I would sleep on the floor, she insisted that we share the bed, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. We had both gotten used to making decisions on a purely practical basis lately, and that was just the latest one on Beth's part.

Beth and I were on the lam. We'd been hiding out from--somebody, we weren't sure who--for the past twenty-four hours. So, we were staying off the grid and paying for things only in cash, of which we had precious little. A tiny room in a fleabag motel was all we could afford.

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Hmm, I guess I'm getting ahead of myself here. Maybe I had better start over from the beginning. Our predicament began the day before. I was in the middle of my final exam for a statistics class, when I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket, and that set everything in motion...

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Chapter 1: A Cryptic Message

My statistics final was on a Thursday morning, and it was supposed to be my last bit of business for the semester. As soon as I was done, my buddies and I were heading to Las Vegas for three days of partying before we all settled in to our summer intern jobs the following Monday. At least, that was the plan.

So, my sister was quite surprised to see me waiting in the hallway outside of her dorm room. She smiled at me at first, but then she saw the dire expression on my face. "What's going on, John?"

As she unlocked her door and let me in, I held up my cell phone and played the message for her. It was from our stepfather, Barry. "Listen up, Johnny. I want you and your sister to come home for the weekend. The three of us have important issues to discuss about your mom's estate. So, be prepared to leave campus as soon as you are both out of your last class tomorrow and then get from there to here on the double. Oh, and do me a big favor. Don't let your sister bring that lapdog of hers. You know I can't hear myself think when Buddy is yapping away. If Anne won't take care of the dog while Beth's gone, then put Buddy in a kennel and I'll pay for it. Have you got that? Save your cell phone minutes and don't bother calling me back, unless there's a problem. OK? So, I'll just see you when you get here. So long."

I watched my sister's face while she listened to the message. By the time it was done, she'd gone through a whole range of emotions from confusion, to alarm, to fear, and then back to confusion. "What the fuck was that?"

"You mean like the fact that Buddy was mom's dog, not yours, and by the way, he's been dead for four years--almost as long as mom?"

"Yeah, and that nobody has called you Johnny since mom's funeral, when everyone kept telling you that you're now the man of the house."

I nodded my head. "Barry's sending us a message, alright, and one thing's clear. The last thing in the world he wants us to do is go home."

"Yeah," Beth nodded back.

After a moment, I said, "I think there's more to the message, but I don't want to tell you my interpretation until you come up with your own ideas. Then let's compare notes."

"Good idea." Beth sat down at her desk, took out her notebook, and flipped to a blank page.

She started making notes while she played the voicemail message back three or four times. I watched her as she drew arrows to connect thoughts together, and crossed some other thoughts out. Finally, she spoke up. "Okay, first of all, he started out with 'Listen up.' I don't know about you, John, but he only says that to me when he's being deadly serious, and really wants me to pay attention"

"Yeah, me too."

"Next is the bit about having important issues to discuss about mom's estate, but there's nothing to discuss. It's all in the family trust. We get mom's half when we turn 25."

"Or, we get it all today, if something happens to Barry," I pointed out. "I think he's trying to tell us that his life is in jeopardy."

"Hmm, maybe. Let's get back to that. The next thing he says is 'be prepared to leave campus as soon as you are both out of your last class tomorrow.' Now, you told Barry you planned to be in Vegas by tonight, didn't you?"

"Yep. More evidence he doesn't mean what he's saying."

"And I'm sure he chose the phrase 'be prepared,' carefully--as in the Boy Scout motto, 'always be prepared,'--as in how he makes us keep an emergency kit in the trunk of the car."

"Yeah, so 'be prepared to leave campus' clearly means for us to bug out. You're thinking the same thing I'm thinking, so far. Go on."

Beth turned back to her notes. "Next is the part about Buddy, who's dead. So, more life-and-death seriousness."

A new thought just occurred to me. "And something about going to jail, perhaps? Could kennel be a metaphor for jail?" I wondered.

"Oh, yeah, maybe. I didn't think of that." Beth pondered for a few seconds, and then went on, "The last thing Barry says is 'save your cell phone minutes' which is clearly a warning against using our cell phones at all, because of the GPS trackers in them, I assume."

I added, "And because they could be listening in--whoever they are--which is why I decided to come here and wait for you instead of calling you. Also, even without GPS, cell phones can be tracked by which cell towers they hit. You don't even have to be making a call at the time. Just leaving them turned on is enough. However, that's not the last thing he said."

"It isn't?"

"No, the last thing he said was 'so long.' But he never ends a call like that."

"Oh, right. It's always 'See-ya-later-bye.'" Beth said it all run together, the way Barry does. "So what's the significance of 'so long,' then?"

"I think he's referring to the title of a Douglas Adams book, 'So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish.' It's one of the sequels to 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy,' which is his all-time favorite book."

"What makes you think there's a connection here, and if so, what does it mean?"

"Boot up your laptop, and I'll show you."

I had Beth start up Google Earth. "Check this out. We are here." I had her zoom in on the campus and place the cursor over the center of it. I then pointed to the legend at the bottom of the screen that indicated the GPS coordinates of the cursor. "Write this down," I said to Beth as I proceeded to read off the latitude and longitude. When she had written it down in her notebook, I had her punch in the address of our house next and we watched as Google Earth "flew" southwest across 75 miles. Again, I had Beth write down that latitude and longitude of our house.

"Now, another thing Barry said was for us to 'get home on the double.' I think he wants us to head in the direction of home, all right, but for us to double the distance and keep going. So, if my hunch is correct..."

Before I could finish explaining my hunch, Beth started doing the math and read off the resulting new GPS coordinates. She then manipulated the Google Earth screen, sliding the view another 75 miles beyond our house and then zeroed in on the calculated coordinates. When she was done, the cursor pointed to just beyond a public pier that reached out into the Pacific Ocean. She centered Google Earth back on the pier and had it bring up street level photos. Sure enough, you could see fishermen standing on the pier with their rods and reels in hand. Beth whistled. "So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish," she said. "Wow, John. I never would have thought of that. So, Barry wants us to meet him there? When?"

"As soon as we can, I assume. 150 miles will take us about 3 hours."

"That's assuming we go straight past the house, but Barry seems to be saying we shouldn't go anywhere near it. Also, I didn't get any sense that we need to rush. Especially since you figured out that 'on the double' didn't actually mean to hurry. I think Barry wants us to be more cautious than anything."

"That's a good point," I agreed. "So, then maybe we shouldn't even take our car. If whoever's causing trouble for us has the wherewithal to track our cell phones, they can probably track our car, and our credit cards, too."

I asked Beth to flip back from the street-level photos to the map view and we saw that there's a train track that runs parallel to the coast and that there's a station within walking distance of the pier.

Beth opened up a browser and started researching train and bus schedules. She said, "While I'm doing this, why don't you go to the ATM and withdraw as much cash as you can from both of our accounts?" Beth gave me her debit card and told me her PIN number. "Then go back to your apartment and pack some clothes, and I'll meet you there."

"OK, Beth."

I started to leave, but Beth abruptly jumped up and put her arms around me. She kissed me on the cheek. "You are so brave," she told me in a fair imitation of mom's voice. Mom was always telling us affirmations like "you are so studious," and "you are so polite"--statements that weren't necessarily true at the time, but she figured if she said them often enough, we'd begin to believe them anyway. In this case, I'm not sure if Beth was talking to me, or herself.

We packed light, just one backpack each with our laptops and some clothes. I packed my cell phone just in case we'd need it as a last resort, but I powered it off first and even pulled the battery out for good measure. We were halfway out the door, when I thought to grab my DSLR camera, too. "The zoom lens will come in handy for staking out the pier," I explained.

"Good idea," Beth agreed.

Beth and I shared a 2005 Altima that we inherited from our mom when she died. She was killed by a hit-and-run drunk driver back when I was in High School and Beth was in Jr. High. It was Halloween day. Her Altima was in the shop at the time, getting the windshield replaced, so she was driving our stepfather's Tahoe. The Tahoe was totaled and the insurance company bought Barry a new one. There was no question that Beth and I would then share mom's car. We always shared things without arguing. That's the way mom raised us.

We drove to a bus terminal ten miles away from campus and left the Altima in the long-term parking lot. In addition to our backpacks, I grabbed the emergency kit from the trunk.

The itinerary Beth mapped out had us taking busses the whole way, since you have to show ID to buy a train ticket these days. So, the trip took nearly six hours. By the time we pulled into the bus terminal that was closest to the pier, it was nearly midnight and the pier was undoubtedly deserted. We wouldn't be catching up with Barry just then.

Beth spotted a motel two blocks away. The sign said No Vacancy, but we tried it anyway. "Just your luck," said the night clerk. "One reservation is a no-show, so I can let you have the room. I'll need to see both of your IDs and I'll need a credit card to imprint."

"No, you don't." Beth smiled at the young clerk. She passed him a $20 bill concealed in her palm so that it was out of sight of the security camera. "Mr. No-Show forfeits one room night, so the room is already paid for, right?"

Between Beth's charms and the $20 bill, the clerk couldn't refuse. "Oh, yeah. I guess you could look at it that way." He gave us a keycard and directed us to the room.

The tiny room was hot and stuffy. Beth went straight to the noisy air conditioner and tried to switch it from fan to A/C, only to find that it was already at full blast. "Must be low on Freon," she surmised.

The next thing we noticed was that the room only had one twin-size bed. As I mentioned previously, I tried to be gallant and offered to sleep on the floor, but Beth wouldn't hear of it. "We both need to be well rested for tomorrow. I'm going to have a hard enough time falling asleep between this oppressive heat, the noisy A/C, and worrying about what's going on with Barry. Don't make me worry about you trying to be comfortable down on the floor, too." By then, Beth had stripped the comforter off of the bed and was nonchalantly stripping herself down to her pale green bra and black panties. After she slipped in under the top sheet she was still uncomfortable, so she loosened her bra, pulled it out from under the sheet, and threw it on top of the rest of her clothes.

I rummaged through the dresser drawers and found my own top sheet and an extra pillow. I double checked that the deadbolt was set, then took off my own clothes down to my briefs, doused the lights, and climbed into bed. I stayed as close to the edge of the mattress as I could and crossed my arms across my chest to give Beth as much space as possible.

Beth said, "You're going to fall off like that. Don't worry. I'm not going to bite." She twisted onto her side to face me and reached over to nudge me closer to the center of the mattress while telling me to relax my arms. She kept pulling until my torso was firmly pressed against the front of her body and I could feel her nipples touching me through the threadbare bed sheet. Once I complied, she settled her head back down on her pillow, but left her arm draped across my chest--as if I'd run away if she dared to take it away. I could feel her light breath on the side of neck.

We talked in the dark for a little while, trying to figure out what could be going on with Barry and why he told us to run. Just to get a rise out of Beth, I threw out a wild speculation about body-snatching aliens from another dimension, and she countered with Barry being in a love triangle involving a jealous husband with anger-management issues. We both laughed and it broke the tension.

After a moment, Beth said, "Seriously, John, I worry about Barry. He works too hard doing those mind-numbing financial audits and doesn't have any social life to speak of. I know he adored mom, and misses her as much as we do, but five years is a long time to grieve. I don't think he has so much as looked at another woman romantically, much less dated anyone. Do you?"

"Not that I know of, no. All he's ever done since mom passed is go to work and take care of us. And, by the way, he doesn't actually do financial audits. He audits the computer systems that store financial data. There's a difference."

"Yeah, whatever. My point is, he needs to meet someone."

"Well, that's not a problem we can solve tonight. Tomorrow, we'll catch up with Barry at the pier and he'll tell us what's going on, and then we'll go from there. One step at a time, right?"

"I guess."

After that, neither of us had anything more to say. Beth kissed me on my neck and said in mom's voice, "Oh, Johnny, you are so dependable."

I replied back in the same tone, "And so are you, Miss Elizabeth."

Soon after that, we were both sound asleep.

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And so, there I stood the next morning, amazed at my sister's nonchalance. Not only was she happy to ignore how I had just accidentally felt her up in bed, but if she really cared about whether or not I could see her boobs, she would have put her shirt back on rather than making a half-hearted attempt to cover them with one arm.

Beth was suddenly all business. "I have first dibs on the shower," she declared, asking me if I needed to use the toilet first before she hogged the bathroom. I did.

Later, as I washed up, a thought occurred to me. I said to Beth, "Before we give up this room, we should take the opportunity to change our appearance. You could dye your hair, or something, and I should give myself a buzz cut."

Beth agreed. "That's a good idea. I'll stay here and watch our stuff while you get what we need." Beth wrote down for me the brand name of a hair dye that she'd used in the past.

It was at that point that Beth dropped all pretense of protecting her modesty. She used both hands to reach for the pen and notepad from the nightstand and simply ceased to care about whether or not I got an unobstructed view of her grapefruit sized tits with their golden brown nipples. The room was still stifling hot and she was in no hurry to put any clothes back on. So, as I got dressed and headed out in search of a drug store, she just sat up in bed, topless, and turned on the TV.

I returned forty minutes later with scissors, hair dye, and rubber gloves. Beth was watching the news, still topless, but she was wearing a damp towel wrapped around her waist. "I shaved my legs while you were gone," she explained. She had also unbraided her hair.

Beth had me start by cutting off locks of her hair in the front to form a set of bangs. We then set to work dying her blond hair brown. It took us almost an hour to do the disguise work and Beth remained topless all the while. She claimed she was just being practical about not wanting to get hair dye on her bra. But even after we switched places she didn't bother to cover up. In fact, halfway through giving me my haircut, Beth's towel came loose from around her waist and it slipped to the floor. She just left it there while she finished her work, completely naked.
In the mirror I saw that Beth had removed all of her pubic hair, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her flower-petal labia were exposed between puffy, pink outer lips, and her clitoris peeked out as well. I said, "I see you shaved more than just your legs." I started to get a hard-on at the sight, and had to remind myself that this was my sister I was ogling.

"Don't tell me you've never seen a clean shaven pussy before. All the girls are doing it."

"Oh, I've seen my fair share. I've just never seen your pussy before, clean shaven, or otherwise."

"Well, you know what they say, 'You've seen one bald pussy, you've seen them all.'" Beth shrugged; she acted like it was no big deal, but I know she was having fun teasing me on purpose. It was her way of dealing with the stress of our situation. A big part of our lives were suddenly out of control, but here was something that Beth could control--using her sexual charms to play games and tease her big brother.

That was fine by me.

Beth stepped into the shower to wash the excess dye out of her hair, and then I swapped places with her and took my shower. Beth still was not in any hurry to get dressed, so she waited until I got out of the shower before donning a blue string bikini and a pair of shorts. We packed our belongings back into our backpacks, left the cardkey on the dresser and locked the door behind us.

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Beth and I found an empty table at a sidewalk café across from the pier and ordered some coffee and eggs. The hot food was a welcome change from the rations we'd been consuming out of our emergency kit up until then. I pulled out my camera and zoomed in on the pier. I could see about a dozen fishermen, but none of them looked like Barry. Beth took a turn looking through the viewfinder and agreed that he wasn't there. She said, "I guess we just wait for him to show up."

I said, "Let's stay here as long as we can without looking suspicious. But, I'm thinking that even when we do spot him, we shouldn't just walk right up. Whatever's going on, there is a slim chance that the bad guys might have caught on to the clues he gave us. We could be walking into a trap."

Beth said, "I have an idea. Let's get someone to slip him a note--some little kid who obviously doesn't look like either of us."

"That'll work." I walked over the hostess station and grabbed a stack of take-out menus. In the margins of one of them I wrote: "Barry, wave if it is safe for us to approach, or else put this menu in your pocket if you want us to run. To contact us later, put an ad on recycler.com to sell your old movie projector." I figured we'd get a kid to go around the pier handing out menus to everyone as if he works for the café. That way he wouldn't be going straight up to Barry.

We hung out at the café for another hour, then split up to wander around the beach. Before we went our separate ways, Beth hugged me. "You are so inventive," she said.

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Barry showed up two hours later and picked out a fishing spot about halfway down the left rail.

Beth was chatting up a family with three little kids at the time, acting like she was their nanny or something. I got her attention, and she put our plan into action. I watched as Beth pulled her shorts back on over her string bikini and then she checked that she had some cash handy. She approached a pre-teen girl and paid her to deliver the menus while I watched through my camera. I saw the girl walk around handing out the menus. I saw Barry read his. And, I saw him fold it up and put it in his pocket.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! That's the bug-out signal." I muttered to myself under my breath. I looked over to where Beth was standing and I saw that she had turned to face away from the pier and was blending in to a crowd of people watching a volleyball game. So, she saw it, too. Crap!

I didn't react for 10 minutes. It was Beth's idea that no matter what, we shouldn't panic. She reasoned that if we were to cut and run, then whoever was watching might notice. So, I was still watching when Barry stood up to leave. He faced the beach and patted his pockets as if looking for something. He pulled the menu out of his left pants pocket, looked at it for a second as if he forgot what it was, and then put it back. Finally, he pulled his cars keys out of another pocket. So, he was making doubly sure that we saw him put the note in his pocket.

I waited another fifteen minutes and then wandered off towards the parking lot. Our contingency plan was to rendezvous at the bus station. I tried hard to see if I could spot anyone on my tail. As far as I could tell, I was clean.

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Chapter 2: Hiding in Plain Sight

I was two blocks away from the pier when a silver Chevy Suburban pulled up to the curb next to me and Beth leaned out of the right rear passenger window. "Hey, Greg! It's me, Karen." Beth waved at me as I approached. I thought to myself, Oh, Good idea giving us pseudonyms. We can't be too careful. Beth picked two names that were easy to remember. Karen was the name of her best friend from high school and Karen's brother was named Greg.

I peered into the car and saw that Beth/Karen was once again hanging out with that family of five from the beach where she had been acting like their nanny. She hopped out of the SUV and gave me a hug, and then she introduced them. "This is Mr. and Mrs. Acker and their three boys."

The mother, who was leaning out of the front passenger window said, "Call me Amy, and that's Fred." She pointed over her shoulder at her husband behind the wheel. The two of them were in their mid-thirties. Both appeared to be of Eastern European descent with black hair and dark features. Fred was tall, while Amy was about average. The three boys, from what I could see, appeared to be between the ages of five and ten. In other words, they were just your typical, middle class, conservative family.

As Beth introduced me to them she gave me a last name of Purcell and she proceeded to make up a story about how we met. She said that both of our wallets had been stolen off the beach the day before and that we met at the police station when we both reported the thefts. It was a pretty clever story, actually. Not only did it make for a sympathetic situation, but it also explained why we were living off the grid and dealing only in cash, in case anyone wondered.

Beth wrapped up her tale saying, "We hung out together as we went to each other's banks to have them cancel our credit cards and stuff. All the while, Greg kept taking pictures of me. Turns out he's some kind of professional photographer. Aren't you, Greg?" She pointed to the DSLR camera hanging around my neck.

I went along. "It's more of a hobby, really. Sometimes I make a few bucks by selling stock photos for commercial purposes. You know, for web sites and stuff."

Beth then said to me, "So, Greg, I'm glad I ran into you again because I forgot to give you my e-mail address so you can send me copies of the photos you took of me." Beth reached into her backpack for some paper and a pen and wrote something out. She folded it in half and handed it me. I put it in my pocket without looking at it.

As Beth climbed back into the SUV, Amy asked me, "Greg, can we give you a ride somewhere?"

"Sure, thanks. The bus terminal is about 5 bocks that way," I said, pointing east.

One of the boys climbed over to the back seat, making room for me next to Beth. As Fred put the car in drive, Amy turned in her seat to face me. "What time does your bus leave?"

"Oh, I haven't picked a destination yet. I figured I'd just get on the next departing bus and go wherever it takes me."

Amy and Beth both smiled and Beth said, "That's funny. That's exactly what I said not 10 minutes ago when the Ackers invited me to travel with them."

"Oh yeah? Where are you all going, if you don't mind me asking?"

Amy's smile became even broader. "Do you want to tell him, Karen?"

Beth blushed a bit and said, "They're taking me to a nudist resort up north."

I couldn't believe my ears. "A nudist resort. Really?"

"Yeah, really."

My eyes involuntarily darted up and down Beth's body and I smiled at the thought of her running around in the buff for all the world to see. Having just seen Beth naked that morning, it wasn't hard for me to imagine, at all.

Amy added, "We're going for a four week working-vacation." I turned to look at her and immediately began to wonder what she looked like in the nude. It was obvious she could tell what I was thinking, because she sat up straighter and smiled in a way that dared me to imagine it.

Amy then turned toward Beth and said, "Karen, you can invite Greg to come along, if you want."

Obviously, Beth and I were both hoping to hear that, but Beth pretended to think about it. For my part, I was visibly nervous--both at the idea of being nude in public myself, but also I wasn't sure that hanging out at a resort was what we needed to be doing just then. "Um, don't we need a reservation, or something?" I asked.

"Well, the guest rooms are probably booking up fast, yeah. But the resort is always looking for extra help during the summer. The way that Karen here has hit it off with my kids, I'm sure I can get her a job at the day care center. And a charming guy like you should have no problem finding a job that suits you. You'll get free room and board, although I'm afraid that 'room' probably only means a sleeping bag on the floor of a crowded bunkhouse."

I paused to think. It was quick thinking for Beth to catch a ride with the Ackers, but wow! Hiding out in a nudist colony? What was she thinking? On the other hand, it's not like we had a lot of options.

Beth acted like she came to a decision and formally asked me to join them.

Fred asked, "Does that mean we're not going to the bus station after all?"

I replied. "Oh, what the hell, you only live once, huh?"

Amy was overjoyed. "That's the spirit! You'll have fun, I guarantee it."

As Fred turned the car around and headed towards the freeway, Amy proceeded to tell us what to expect when we got to the resort. She named some of the rules of etiquette and what kinds of activities go on there. She warned us how it will feel awkward at first being naked in front of strangers, but that everyone there was truly friendly and would make us feel right at home. "Believe me," said Amy. "Before the end of your first day, you will become so comfortable with the nudist lifestyle that you'll wonder why people who've never tried it make such a fuss about it."

I had no doubt that Amy believed what she was saying, but it was a lot to absorb. I had gone skinny dipping with friends before, but this would be a whole other story, walking around naked, day in and day out, in front of hundreds of strangers.

We had a four-hour drive ahead of us--four long hours in which to contemplate my fate--so, it was just after six o'clock when we finally pulled up to a motorized gate with a sign that said "Pleasant Hills Resort." Fred punched in a code that he had jotted down and the gate opened for us. We then drove down a long horseshoe driveway and pulled up to the entrance.

As we unloaded ourselves from the SUV, I noticed a plaque mounted over the door jam, and I pointed it out to Beth. It read, "Please check your Puritan values at the door."

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The resort was much bigger than I expected. On the drive up, I kept picturing a woodland campsite with a bunch of cabins scattered about, but what I found looked more like a luxury hotel. The main building was four stories tall with two wings.

The vaulted lobby was decorated like a turn-of-the-century hotel--or a bordello, perhaps--with carved wood paneling, tiffany lamps, marble counters, crystal vases, and plenty of lace. A long, mahogany registration desk faced the main entrance. Behind the registration desk was a gift shop with its own rear entrance. The sales counter for the gift shop backed up to the registration desk so that a single clerk could handle both the registration desk and the gift shop's cash register just by swiveling around.

A dozen people milled about, either browsing in the gift shop, or riding in the glass elevators, or just passing through the lobby. Everyone was naked except for us--the Ackers, Beth, and me. Half were barefoot, while the others wore either sandals or tennis shoes. A few wore hats. Most of the women wore jewelry: necklaces, bracelets, and anklets, mostly. One girl had an eye-catching collection of silver rings, three on each hand.

Behind the registration desk stood a stunningly beautiful Indian woman who could easily pass for a Bollywood starlet. She was facing away from us at first, helping a customer in the gift shop. So, the first thing I noticed about her was her straight, black hair. It was quite long, reaching most of the way down her back. When she eventually turned to face us, I fell in love with the woman's soulful brown eyes, puffy cheeks and tight-lipped but pleasant smile. Medium sized, firm breasts rode high upon her chest. She appeared to be my age, or just a bit older.

A pink and white knotted cord surrounded the clerk's narrow waist, and from that cord was suspended a small, green name tag. It said her name was Prachi and gave her title as Assistant Manager.

Prachi greeted us with a warm smile. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Acker. It's so good to see you again. Are you here for the summer?" Despite appearances, Prachi spoke as a California native, with no Indian accent, whatsoever.

Amy answered, "Not the whole summer, but through mid-July. Then, we have to go visit some clients."

"Oh, are you going to be here for National Nude Day on July Fourteenth? We have some really special activities planned this year."

"We wouldn't miss it."

Arrayed across the registration desk were a large blotter pad, an old rotary phone, a leather bound guest book, and a set of fountain pens with an ink well. Those were all for show, we saw, as Prachi started typing away on a thoroughly modern computer that was hidden beneath smoke Plexiglas.

Amy directed Prachi's attention to us. "Allow me to introduce Greg and Karen. They're both looking for something to do this summer and I suggested that Vicki might be short-handed as usual."

Prachi looked us up and down as we both said hello to her. It was surreal to be having a mundane conversation with a naked woman while the rest of us were all fully clothed, but Prachi was obviously quite used to it. Apparently, Prachi liked what she saw of us because her smile opened up to reveal pearly white teeth, "I'm sure we can find something for you two--cleaning out the horse stables, if nothing else," she said with a wink to Amy.

Amy said, "She's joking. Horseback riding is about the only activity they don't have here."

Prachi said, "Why don't you two take a seat over there and after I finish checking in the Ackers I'll buzz Vicki to come up and meet you?"

"Okay," we both said to Prachi. Then, we thanked Amy for her endorsement and said that we looked forward to seeing her and her family around during their stay. Beth and I then wandered over to a couch near the front entrance.

"Are we really going to do this?" I leaned close to Beth and spoke softly.

"Do you have any better ideas?" she countered. "To stay off the grid we can't use our credit cards and our cash won't last long. If we hang out here, we'll get free room and board."

"Hanging out is right," I said, smiling, while I looked significantly at her ample chest that was barely contained by her blue bikini top. She then glanced at my crotch and smiled back.

I shrugged. "This gives a whole new meaning to the expression, 'hiding in plain sight,'" I quipped.

Beth said, "Well, if we're about to be interviewed for jobs at a nudist resort, I suppose we ought to dress the part." Beth reached behind her neck and untied the string that held up her top. She then stood up, kicked off her shoes, and continued to undress, folding her clothes neatly and placing them in her backpack. Once she was down to just her socks, she put her tennis shoes back on. For the second time that day, my lovely sister allowed me to see her in all her naked glory. With her standing boldly in front me, I realized that Beth exhibited no tan lines whatsoever, which either meant that she had been sunbathing in the nude somewhere, or visited a tanning booth recently.

I followed Beth's lead and stripped off my own clothes. I felt a rush of emotions being nude in public for the first time. Anxiety and apprehension were foremost by the time I dropped by briefs to let my dick hang out for my sister and anyone else to see, but it also felt thrilling and liberating at the same time. Cautiously, I looked at Beth's face to see how she was taking the sight of her naked brother for the first time, and was relieved to see her give me a supportive smile. I half expected her to crack a joke at my expense, but I sensed that, for all her bravado, she was just as nervous as I was. I returned the smile and patted her on her shoulder.

Just then Amy stepped up to us and said, "We're in suite 345, in the north wing." She pointed to an elevator on our right where her husband was keeping the door open for her. "Easy to remember, huh? Three-four-five. Stop by any time, or ring the room and leave a message." Amy was all business, hardly taking notice of the fact that Beth and I had stripped off our clothes. It was my first taste of what it's like to be accustomed to social nudity, and it felt good. My anxiety level dropped a bit.

Amy turned and walked away towards the elevator with a sway in her step, and I looked forward to seeing that fine ass in the buff soon.

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Vicki turned out to be the general manager of the resort, a 45-year-old woman who entered through the gift shop like a Tasmanian devil. She was tall and rail thin. She, of course, was nude, wearing only a pair of platform sandals that made her even taller. There was hardly any shape to her hips, so her best assets were her firm, full breasts which were relatively large for her small frame. Her skin was darkly tanned and contrasted well with her thick, shoulder length, sandy-blonde hair. Her pubes were the same sandy-blonde color, neatly trimmed to just cover her pubic mound.

A cell phone attached to Vicki's left arm flashed blue to indicate the prescience of a Bluetooth headset. That explained why Vicki appeared to be talking to herself--in a heavy New Jersey accent--as she entered. She was actually talking to someone else on the phone, something about a plumbing problem. Prachi signaled Beth and I to join them at the front desk, and Vicki shook our hands as she wrapped up her conversation with the plumber.

Prachi said, "Vicki, this is Greg and Karen. Amy Acker says we should hire them for the summer."

Vicki looked us over and smiled.

I said, "Actually, you wouldn't even need to pay us. We're more interested in room and board."

"Nonsense. If I agree to take you on, you'll get minimum wage. Plus, depending on what jobs you do, there could be some tip money going your way. Now, tell me about yourselves."

Beth spoke up first. "I'm a sophomore studying linguistics, with a minor in studio art. My summer jobs have mostly been about tutoring and babysitting, so this will be an interesting change of pace." For the first time all day, Beth wasn't making anything up. That was all true.

"Actually, Karen, you can do some tutoring here too, if you feel like it. Many of our members home school their children, and we even have a certified teacher on staff here that helps them with the requisite paperwork and such."

"Really? I never imagined tutoring here. I was expecting to be chopping onions and making beds."

"Oh, I should explain. We've got that sort of thing covered with the full time staff. They live in town and come here to work just like at any hotel. We call them the back staff, since they're usually working behind the scenes, and not out in front of the guests. You can easily tell who they are because they wear the usual maid and cook uniforms, for health and safety reasons mostly, you understand. On the other hand, you'll be part of the front staff, like Prachi here. They are the ones who coordinate the activities, run the shops, serve drinks, and anything else that involves interacting with the guests. Some of them also live in town and work here year round, but most come here to work for the summer, and they stay in the bunk house. Their only uniform is a name tag." Prachi smiled and pointed out the nametag tied to her waist, using an elaborate gesture as if she were a spokesmodel on a TV game show.
"This isn't your first experience with nudism, is it?"

After a quick glance at me, Beth said, "Well, I've never been to a resort like this, or a nude beach, or anything like that, but in high school I played a lot of strip poker and Truth or Dare. My best friend thought I was nuts because I was always eager to play with the boys, even though I wasn't any good at poker and was usually the first girl to lose all of her clothes."

"So, a bit of an exhibitionist, huh? You do seem quite comfortable already for a newbie."

Beth didn't say anything, just nodded.

Turning towards me, Vicki said, "So what's your story, Greg?"

"Um, I just became a senior in college, a math major. Last summer, I interned at a software company. It was kind of boring, actually. That's why I decided to take this summer off and bum around. I figured it was my last chance to do something crazy before I graduated out into the real world." Vicki smiled when I said the word "crazy."

"I've never been to a nudist resort before, either. But, two years ago I was on the water polo team when a broken water main shut down the women's locker room and it took them two and a half months to fix it. So, um, to make a long story short, the girls decided to shower with us in the men's locker room. At first, there was a strict look-but-don't-touch policy in place, but it was always crowded and there were more than a few accidental touches. When nobody complained, there were yet more touches, accidentally on purpose." I gave the air quotes gesture. "The girls were just as guilty as the guys, but it was all in fun, and nothing overtly sexual. Everyone knew not to go too far and ruin a good thing."

Vicki smiled. "One of these days, I'd like to hear the long version of that story." She reached over and squeezed one of my biceps. "You still swim, I assume? I don't suppose you happen to be a certified lifeguard?"

"No, I'm not a lifeguard, but it sounds fun." I said, "I do know CPR and first aid."

"Excellent. Our head lifeguard can teach you everything else you need to know and get you certified."

Vicki then addressed both of us. "I like that the two of you are polite, well educated, and articulate. It seems like you can be funny and charming, too. I think you'll fit right in with our guests."

"Does that mean were hired?" Beth asked.

"It sure does, honey. Welcome aboard."

Vicki turned to Prachi, who had only been half listening to us while she waited on some gift shop patrons, and said to her, "I'll take over the counter for a bit while you go show our newest staff members to the bunkhouse and get them settled in. By the time you bring them back here, I'll have their name tags ready and their duty schedules entered into the computer."

Beth and I thanked Vicki and turned to leave with Prachi, but Vicki stopped us with one more thing to add. "Now, just to be clear, this resort is clothing-optional for the guests. Everyone usually goes nude, which is the whole point of coming here, but sometimes they'll cover up if the weather turns chilly or for some other practical reason. However, those of you on the front staff are expected to set the example. So, that means that you must remain naked pretty much at all times, and that includes your off hours. You understand? If the weather gets really bad, wait until you are sure that every guest in sight has covered up before you even think about covering yourself, and when the sun comes back out, be sure you disrobe well before the first guest does. Got it?"

Beth and I both nodded.

"Good, good. Now, I'm sure that Prachi will tell you everything else you need to know, but if you ever have any questions in the future, just look for anyone with a name tag."

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Chapter 3: Welcome to the Bunkhouse

As Prachi stepped out from behind the registration desk, I finally got a good look at her from head to toe. I was pleased to see that her narrow waist was complimented by wide hips that gave her a curvy figure. Around her right ankle, she wore a knotted cord similar to the one around her waist, except this one was made in various shades of blue. I also saw that her pubic mound was dusted with black stubble, and I couldn't help but fixate on it for longer than would be polite. Prachi smiled at me and nonchalantly explained, "I'm letting it grow out long enough so that I can get it waxed off. There has to be enough hair for the wax to grab onto. In the mean time, it itches like crazy," she confided. She proved the point by scratching on either side of her pussy before turning and leading the way through the gift store exit.

This is it, I thought to myself as we headed outside into the open air. I'm actually about to step out into a public space wearing nothing but a pair of sandals and a smile.

Prachi led us through the main courtyard. A few dozen guests were seated at patio tables with large umbrellas that were steeply angled to block the setting sun. Some of the guests played cards or backgammon. Others chatted. Yet others just relaxed on chaise lounges while soaking in the last of the day's sunlight.

A cute Asian waitress looked our way while distributing a trayload of drinks. When the tray was empty she headed over to us.

I got a nice long look at her as she approached. Everything about her was asymmetric. For example, one of her small, dark nipples was pierced with a little, gold ring, but not the other. Also, her straight black hair was cut short in uneven layers that covered one ear, but not the other. Even her pubic hair was asymmetric, having been formed into the shape of a checkmark. The finishing touch on her asymmetric "wardrobe" was a single garter band worn on her left thigh. The garter band was where she attached her name tag, and I saw that her name was Eva. "New members?" Eva asked Prachi.

"New workers. This is Greg and Karen. I'm showing them the ropes." Prachi turned to us and said, "Eva here just graduated with a degree in biology. She's going to med school in the fall. She's a neurosurgeon in the raw."

"You mean in the rough," Eva corrected her. "The expression is, 'a diamond in the rough.'"

"Yeah, yeah. That too." Prachi winked.

Beth said, "Congratulations on your degree, and good luck in med school." Eva thanked her and headed back to the bar.

Moving on, we passed a large water fountain. Its central element was a bronze sculpture of three women in turn-of-the-century bathing costumes. "I like the juxtaposition," I said to Prachi as we went by. "Normally the figures in the artwork are naked and the onlookers are clothed."

"You noticed that juxtaposition, huh? You think you're pretty smart, don't you?" She said it in a tone that implied, "nobody likes a Smart Alec," however her facial expression betrayed her and I got the feeling that she actually does like smart people. So, I resolved to let my brilliance shine whenever I'm around her.

Beth said, "Well, what I noticed is that I'm strolling naked though a very public place, yet hardly anyone is taking any notice. It's unbelievable how comfortable I feel already, like this is the most natural thing in the world."

"It truly is. You know, the loom wasn't invented until 6,000 years ago. That's only a drop in the bucket in terms of human evolution. For 97% of our lives as a species, we were all naked 24/7, except for the occasional fur skin blanket to keep warm."

"I never thought about that," said Beth,

A wide set of brick steps led to a lower terrace. A big gazebo at one end cast long shadows across the perfectly manicured lawn towards a children's play area at the other end. Five or six toddlers were playing in the sandbox while two young mothers, not much older than me, supervised from behind the railing of the terrace above. The women were both quite fit with short, blond hair and generous curves. One was slightly taller than the other.

As we walked past the playground, a four-year-old girl yelled, "Prachi!" and came running. She bumped into Prachi at full speed and hugged her around the legs.

Prachi greeted her back, "Hi, Kristy. How are you?" Prachi picked Kristy up and held her such that the girl's legs straddled Prachi's left hip.

The shorter of the two mothers waved to us. "Hi Prachi. Who are your friends?" We all walked over to say hi.

"Greg is a new lifeguard, starting tomorrow, and Karen is a tutor."

"It's nice to meet you." The taller woman leaned over the railing to shake my hand. She had to bend way over to reach me, and in that position, her heavy, enlarged breasts swayed freely right at my eye level. "I'm Olivia, and this is Rachel."

Rachel, being a few inches shorter, had to get on her tip-toes before she could lean over to shake my hand. I got an eyeful of her ample tits, as well. I also noticed that a man who was sitting in a lounge chair directly behind the two mothers cracked a big grin, and I could only imagine how good Rachel's taut leg muscles and round derrière looked from that vantage point.

The ladies all chatted for a few minutes--something about organizing a storytelling session--but I didn't pay attention as the two mothers continued to lean over the whole time, and I was mesmerized by their swaying tits, and especially by Rachel's thick, hard nipples.

Eventually, Prachi set Kristy down and said, "I gotta go now, but I'll ..." Prachi didn't finish her sentence as the fickle girl hurried off to play with her friends again and didn't look back. We said goodbye to Olivia and Rachel.

Moving on down the path, we approached some guests who were playing a rousing game of bocce ball. Opposite them, a more sedate group tried their hand at croquet. Spectators gathered under portable awnings while misters worked to keep everyone cool.

Prachi led us between the two groups to where a second set of steps brought us down to the fenced-in swimming pool. We couldn't go in, because the gate was locked, but through the fence I could see that it was a fair sized, L-shaped pool with two diving boards and an attached Jacuzzi spa.

The path we were on continued downhill to a large, secluded, kidney-shaped pond that was completely surrounded by a forest of evergreens. The pond measured about a mile in length going north to south, and about a quarter-mile across, east to west. The resort was situated on the east side of the pond, right about in the middle. We only ventured close enough make out a dock with a dozen row boats and four sailboats tied up to it. I watched as two teenage boys dove off the end of the dock and swam out to where two girls were rowing out of sync and making their boat spin in circles.

Prachi had us double back and then she led us along a narrow, hidden path between the trees that I failed to notice on our way down. We emerged in a clearing that held three buildings.

One of the buildings was an old barn that had been converted into a garage. A man in a mechanic's uniform was working on repairing the engine of a white van with the resort logo on the door. A naked, muscular redheaded guy named Alan was washing two more vans just like it.

When Prachi introduced us, Alan set the garden hose down and turned to face us. Alan's own "hose" was stiff. It even twitched slightly when he shook Beth's hand. We engaged in small talk for a minute, during which time nobody said anything about the fact that Alan was erect, nor even acknowledged it in any way. After we moved on and let him get back to washing the vans, Beth giggled and said in a voice too low for Alan to hear, "What's the protocol here?"

"The protocol for what?" asked Prachi.

"For when a guy has a hard on," Beth replied.

"Oh. There is no protocol. You can pretend to ignore it, or stare right at it, or joke about it, or anything in between. We've all experienced it all. After a while, you'll get jaded, and hardly even notice them any more. Well, I mean, you'll notice, like the guys always notice whenever our nipples get hard. Right, Greg? It's hardwired into our brains to look. But, over time, that momentary glance won't be as distracting. You'll see."

The next stop on Prachi's tour was the bunkhouse where we would be sleeping. It was a rectangular two-story building. The huge front door was made of solid oak with ornate iron hardware. Above the door jam, was mounted a plaque--just a plank of wood with hand-carved lettering--that read, "Stowe yer hangups."

"That's a bit more succinct than the one over the entrance to the main lobby," I commented, to no one in particular.

"And even more liberal, actually," Prachi added. I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that, but I didn't ask.

Prachi unlocked the door by waving her nametag in front of a sensor pad. The door opened into a tiled entryway. Directly beyond the entryway a wide wooden staircase with a red carpet runner led up to the second story, but rather than ascending those stairs, we turned left and stepped down into a lounge area.

The lounge was decorated in rustic textures of oranges and reds. It was part of an open floor plan. Beyond it we could see into a large kitchen as well as a dining area that seated twelve.

Two guys sat on a big, slip-covered couch watching a baseball game on a large flat-screen TV. Behind the couch, two women sat at an octagonal poker table with their laptop computers open in front of them. One of the guys hit the mute button on the remote as all four of the staff members stood up to greet us. Prachi introduced them as Brent, Robert, Yvonne, and Tamara.

Tamara stood out in my mind as being the first black staff member that I'd met so far. She had long, straight hair that was swept back behind delicate ears. She also had a bright smile, piercing dark eyes, and thin, arching eyebrows. In all, she gave off an inquisitive and empathetic demeanor.

Tamara was also the most exuberant of the bunch and the first to jump out of her seat to greet us. She spoke in a French accent as she pulled Beth and me into a group hug, as if we were long lost friends.

It was my first naked group hug. I was beginning to lose track of how many firsts this day had brought me. As Prachi pried Tamara off of us she said, "You can see why Vicki hired Tamara to be our number one Activity Director."

Going around the room, Prachi continued the introductions with Brent. "Brent works the front desk, like me, among other things." Brent was a blond, blue-eyed, all-American, with an easy smile. I could certainly picture him behind the desk as the first person to greet new guests. Beth wasn't shy about checking out Brent's package, for he had the thickest cock we'd seen yet. He was also the first guy that I had seen at the resort with a pierced nipple. Many of the women at the resort had pierced nipples, but Brent was the first man that we'd seen with one.

"You remind me of somebody I used to play strip poker with," Beth told him.

Brent just smiled and took it as a compliment. He addressed Prachi, "I take it Vicki is minding the store? If you are going to be a while, should I go relieve her?"

"If you don't mind, she'd probably appreciate it."

Brent shook my hand and gave Beth a quick sideways hug, saying "It's nice to meet you." Then he was off.

Robert was the only shy one in the bunch, relatively speaking. (How shy can a nudist possibly be?) Prachi merely introduced him as a staff "go-fer" and Robert left it at that.

Finally, Prachi introduced me to Yvonne as one of only six lifeguards currently on staff. As you might expect of a lifeguard, Yvonne was rather stocky and muscular for a woman, but also definitely feminine. She sported a golden tan and sun bleached hair. Unfortunately, a rather ugly facial scar on her left check detracted from her natural beauty. I learned later that she got the scar in a boating accident when she was ten, and that it was one reason she became a nudist. She figured out early on that baring her naked body gave the boys something else to focus on.

Yvonne told me that I was a sight for sore eyes. She explained, "We are seriously short on lifeguards right now, so the pool closes early most days and the guests are complaining. Did you get a chance to meet Jason before he left for the day? He's our head lifeguard and he's also a certified instructor."

"No," Prachi answered. "Jason knows he's here, but they haven't met yet."

"Oh, okay, good. Well, it was great to meet you. I guess I'll be seeing you around, then." Yvonne and Tamara went back to their laptops and Robert returned to his ball game.

As we continued our tour, Prachi said, "You can stow your stuff upstairs, but first there's one more room to see down here." She took us through a door at the back of the lounge that led into the single largest bathroom I'd ever seen in my life. It held six sinks, four large shower stalls, two Jacuzzi tubs, and three water closets, each with a toilet and a bidet. Actually, to describe it as having four shower stalls isn't quite right. It was more like one giant stall with eight shower heads, four high and four low. A tiled bench seat in a plus-sign pattern was the only thing that divided the stalls. Later, I would come to see that that bench seat served as a social center for off-duty staff--just as much as the seating around the poker table did.

The water closets were the only part of the bathroom that offered any privacy. Even so, at one point Yvonne entered one of the toilets and, without bothering to close the door, she sat down and proceeded to pee. Beth and I both averted our eyes and Prachi laughed. "As you can see, we don't stand on ceremony around here. That's one example of how this bunkhouse is even more liberal than the rest of the resort. We don't keep any secrets from each other in here."

We turned around and went upstairs. The large, open landing at the top of the stairs held a pair of easy chairs next to a window. The opposite wall was lined with lockers. Prachi showed us how to program new combination codes into two of them and we stashed our backpacks.

The rest of the floor was divided into five bedrooms that each held two or three bunk beds with a corresponding number of dressers. Besides a few paintings on the walls, the rooms were rather stark. I thought to myself, With all of these gorgeous, naked bodies roaming around, who needs fancy décor?

I commented to Prachi that I'd never seen queen sized bunk beds before.

"They were custom made for us. Right now, there are plenty of bunks to go around, but come July we'll be doubling up, two--or even three--to a bed." Prachi took us to the last bedroom at the end of the hall. "This is my bunk," she said, indicating a lower bunk near a window. "The other three bunks are open, so take your pick."

Prachi went back out into the hallway and opened a linen closet. She pulled out a set of sheets and handed them to Beth. I reached in and grabbed a second set for myself, which surprised Prachi. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you two were a couple."

"No, just friends," I said.

"Actually, we only just met a few days ago," said Beth.

"Really? Oh." Prachi paused and pondered for a second, then shook her head and went on playing tour guide. "Dirty linens go here," she said, pointing to a laundry chute.

We went back into the bunkroom and started making up the beds. Without saying anything, Beth automatically set aside her sheet set and helped me make up the lower bunk first. Then, I helped her make the upper bed. Afterwards, it occurred to me that, for two people who supposedly just met, our moves where rather choreographed. I hoped that Prachi didn't take notice.

As we headed back downstairs, Prachi explained a couple of rules. "Upstairs, it's lights-out at eleven and then alarm clocks start going off at six. Lights-out means no talking, no sex, and no other distractions of any kind for the people trying to sleep. Downstairs, we try to keep it to a dull roar during the night."
Continuing the tour, we peeked behind the bunkhouse and saw the employee parking lot and a big garden shed. Prachi then led us up a winding path that took us to a sports area with two tennis courts, a basketball court, two volleyball nets, and a climbing wall. There was also a barbeque picnic area and I could also see an archery range off in the distance.

One of the tennis courts was hosting a mother-daughter doubles challenge, and each of the four players wore nothing but crisp, white tennis shoes and fluffy ankle socks. One of the volleyball nets was also in use. Prachi pointed out that one of the volleyball teams consisted of off-duty staffers and the other team was made up of guests. Each team consisted of three men and one woman.

It was all I could do not to gawk at all the bouncing breasts. I'm sure Beth was having an equally hard time keeping her eyes off the bouncing cocks. One young tennis player, in particular, really grabbed my attention. Her blond hair was three feet long and braided into a thick pony tail. Every time she took a swing, that pony tail whipped around her tanned, toned body to hit her in the arms, or the abs, or sometimes a direct hit to one tit or the other. It looked painful and distracting, but she was obviously used to it, and it didn't seem to affect her game.

I must have been really staring in a trance, because I suddenly realized that Beth and Prachi were both yelling, "Greg!" (I still wasn't used to being called that.) I turned to see that they were standing at the entrance to a footbridge that crossed a small ravine, and they were waving for me to catch up. These two young women were standing out in the open, naked as the day they were born, and waving for me to look in their direction. As I ran over to join them, I marveled yet again at how lucky I was, and also at how quickly Beth and I were adapting to this nudist lifestyle.

We walked a short path beyond the footbridge, which ended our tour back at the main building. There, we passed through an employee entrance straight into the basement of the north wing. Once inside, Prachi pointed out the mess hall, the laundry, the kitchen and the pantry. Many of the doors were labeled, "No admittance without proper attire per California health and safety codes."

From there, we took the stairs up to the ground level. Before we left the stairwell, Prachi pointed up to the second floor, "Room 231 is set aside for us staffers. There's four more bunks in there. Anyone working the graveyard shift can sleep there during the day, 'cause God knows you wouldn't get a wink if you tried to sleep in the bunkhouse with all the comings and goings."

The first floor hallway led us past a spa/gymnasium facility and a series of shops, including a barber shop, a beauty salon, a business center, and finally, the gift shop where our tour started. In keeping with the turn-of-the-century theme from the lobby, the barber shop was decorated with porcelain fixtures and collections of straight razors and apothecary bottles, and the beauty salon looked like a Victorian lady's boudoir.

Along the way, we met three more staff members, a tall, blonde beautician named Cyndi, and two personal trainers. One of the trainers was a guy named Clark, a big, buff guy with colorful, full-sleeve tattoos. The other trainer was a woman named Darlene. Darlene was Vicki's age, in her mid forties, but with the body of a twenty-something-year-old. Her boobs were too big and too firm to be real, but that didn't stop me from appreciating them anyway, especially in comparison to her impossibly tiny waist. I stood and watched her move with ballerina grace as she easily kept pace with three clients at once, until Prachi and Beth dragged me away.

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When we got back to the gift shop, Prachi sent us through a door that I hadn't noticed before. It led into a small office. I saw that the office featured a one-way mirror that overlooked the lobby. How sneaky.

Vicki had a couple of name tags for us with black arm bands. "They're waterproof, so keep them on even when swimming and showering. You don't have to wear them when you are off duty, but it's helpful if you do. However, you should definitely not wear them if you go offsite."

"What's the significance of these badges being red?" I asked. They were sort of a rust color, as compared to the avocado green color of most of the other badges we'd seen.

"It means that nobody is allowed to take your picture. You see, guests are only allowed to take pictures of the people in their own party unless they get written permission first. The only exception to that rule is that it's okay for them to catch a staffer in the background if the staffer is wearing a green name tag. So, I figured you would want red badges to start. If you ever decide to switch to green, just let me know."

Vicki went on to suggest a variety of optional ways to wear the tags on our bodies in case the arm bands were not to our liking. Beth asked Vicki if she had an extra garter band like Eva had on. Vicki answered by pointing out through the office door into the gift shop towards a rack of fashion accessories. "You get an employee discount. Have Prachi put it on your tab." I glanced down at Beth's thigh and imagined what the name tag would look like there. I realized how the garter would draw attention to Beth's firm, muscular legs, which I knew she considered to be her second-best physical feature.

Vicki looked at a clock on the wall and saw that it was after eight thirty. "My, how time flies. You must be starving. Here, I printed out your schedules, plus a calendar of activities, rules for the contests we're having, and that sort of thing. And, here's your employee handbook. Take these down to the mess hall and read up while you grab some dinner. After that, you are on your own until you report to your first shift starting tomorrow." Vicki pointed to the schedules she just handed us.

According to mine, I didn't need to report to Jason, the head lifeguard, until ten. Beth was jealous that I'd get to sleep in, because she was scheduled to meet the teacher consultant, whose name was Gail Watson, at eight. "At least I won't have to spend much time getting dressed," she mused.

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I arrived at the pool area a few minutes before ten, just as a man was unlocking the gate. He was wearing cargo shorts, a blue T-shirt, and a baseball cap with a US Navy logo on it.

I said, "Hi. You must be Jason."

"And you must be Greg. Hey, nice watch. Is that an Invicta?" I was only wearing three items at the time: my name tag in its arm band, a pair of sandals, and my watch.

"Yeah, you know your watches."

Jason held up his own chronograph wristwatch to show me. "This one's a Citizen. When you walk around in the nude all day, the only chance you have to make a fashion statement is in deciding what jewelry to wear. For us guys, that mostly means a watch. So, yeah, I know my watches. Speaking of which, follow me while I go stash my clothes in the office."

Jason stripped down to just a pair of flip-flops on his feet and a whistle on a lanyard around his neck and then had me walk with him as he made rounds. He inspected the first aid kits, checked the battery on the automatic defibrillator, and set out some life preserver floats in various places.

I thought it was surreal for the two of us to be walking around with our dicks hanging out as we talked business. The difference between us was striking. His tanned, circumcised cock bounced around above a dark pair of hairless testicles, while my uncircumcised cock was pale white and rested above a rat's nest of curly public hair. Jason was short and stocky with long, blond hair and a dark tan. There was absolutely no doubt you were talking to someone who spent his life in the sun--a professional surfer would have been a good guess if you didn't already know he was lifeguard.

Jason sized me up while I was doing the same to him. He asked me a bunch of questions about my water polo days and, liking what he heard, gave me a confident smile.

We ended the rounds with him taking down a sign that said "No lifeguard on duty--swim at your own risk," and then he climbed up into the lifeguard tower and took first watch while continuing to talk with me.

"Anyone who uses the pool or Jacuzzi is expected to shower with soap first, before they get in." He pointed towards a pair of outdoor showers that were built in to the side of the pool house. By this time, a dozen guests had entered the pool area, and at that moment a woman was scrubbing down two boys under one shower head and the other was open. "Go shower and then come back give me 20 laps." Off I went.

As I got closer to the pool house, I noticed that the woman was Amy Acker. She looked even hotter naked than I imagined she would, especially considering that she had given birth three times. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her well-toned body. Her medium-sized breasts might have been fake, but they seemed natural enough to me. Amy had gone Brazilian, leaving just a small, rectangular patch of hair above her well-defined pubic mound.

I wasn't surprised to see that her belly button was pierced with a small diamond stud, but I never would have guessed the tattoo. It was at least twelve inches long, running down the right side of her body from the top of her hip to mid-thigh. At first blush, it was merely an intricate Celtic knotwork design. However, it didn't take too much imagination to interpret the shape as a phallic symbol, erect and pointing upwards with a helmeted tip and a pair of testicles at the root. I wondered if she got that before or after she became a mother.

Amy was happy to see me, too. "How are you settling in? I take it Vicki hired you? Karen, too?"

"Fine. Yes. And, Yes." I answered, in order. "Jason is going to certify me as a lifeguard and Karen is tutoring kids and helping out in the daycare center."

"Oh, that's wonderful. I guess I'll be seeing a lot of her, then."

"I like being able to see a lot of you," I quipped. "You are a beautiful woman, if you don't mind me saying."

"Are you flirting with a married woman right in front of her boys?"

"Just offering up an honest compliment."

While we were talking, Mrs. Acker finished scrubbing down her boys, and they left us to jump into the pool. "Remember, no running." She shouted after them. Amy then stepped under the shower herself and started to lather up using body wash soap from a dispenser mounted on the wall. "Do me a favor and wash my back for me, Greg?"

"Really? Am I allowed to do that?"

"Not only is it allowed, it's actually sort of expected. You know the expression, 'You wash my back, and I'll wash your's.'"

"Isn't that expression, 'You watch my back, and I'll watch your's?'"

"Well, you can watch my back, too, if you want. Just be sure to wash it first."

So, I lathered up Amy's back, starting with her shoulders and stopping short of her fine ass. She then had me turn around and returned the favor, venturing a little lower on me than I had dared to go on her. It felt good to have her hands rubbing against my body, especially when she touched my butt cheeks, if ever so briefly. I could have enjoyed the sensation forever, but Amy quickly finished and moved back to finish her own showering, and anyway I was expected back in the pool to swim those laps.

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Being low man on the totem pole, I didn't get my lunch break until almost one thirty. I figured Prachi would have already eaten by then, but I passed through the gift shop to ask her anyway. I'd take any excuse to see her again.

Prachi smiled when she saw me and struck a pose like a runway model. "Hi, Greg. What do you think?" I looked her up and down and realized that the stubble was gone. She must have gotten that wax job. She allowed me to take a nice, long look at her womanly charms, which were rather shy. Only a pair of puffy outer lips were revealed, plus just a hint of a clit hood, but I certainly liked what I saw--and, of course, there were no tan lines anywhere.

When I asked her if she had eaten yet, Prachi said, "Sorry. You might try Karen, though. Last time I went by the day care center, she was helping to feed the kids. So, she might not have had her own lunch yet."

Sure enough, Beth was starving. "You have perfect timing," she told me, "but we have to hurry. I have to be back in twenty-five minutes for a tutoring session." So, we ran down to the mess hall, grabbed a couple of sandwiches, and took a table in the far corner. The mess hall was practically deserted, so we had plenty of privacy to talk.

Beth told me that she and Gail hit it off right away. "It looks like I'll be hanging out in the day-care center mostly, if you ever need to find me. I'll either be helping out in the main room, or tutoring in one of the two little classrooms they have there. I already had two tutoring sessions this morning--algebra with a 13 year old boy, and social studies with a 10 year old girl. In between, I helped corral the younger kids. That part was okay, but I definitely like working with the older kids better."

"And the kids were all naked, too?"

"Of course they were. What'd you think?" Beth was surprised I even asked.

"I dunno, just checking. I'm trying to picture myself as a 13 year old boy who gets assigned to study algebra with a smoking hot naked tutor like you. I'm sure I wouldn't be able to concentrate one iota."

"Well, it's a good thing that the teenage boys here are a hundred times more mature than you are, huh?" Beth winked.

"Hey, this is all new to me. Give me a break, will ya?" Beth just smiled

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that we only had a few minutes left before Beth had to get back. So, I quickly changed the subject.

"I checked the Recycler site just before ten, but no projector ad yet." I told her.

"I didn't expect that there would be one so soon."

"Yeah, I know. Anyway, I'll check it again in a few minutes on my way back to the pool."

We bussed our own dishes, and then I escorted Beth back to her classroom where a beautiful, naked, 16-year-old Latina was waiting for Beth's help with a writing assignment. Down, Boy! I chided myself. I quickly turned away and headed off to the bunkhouse.

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When Beth caught up to me later that night, I was sitting in my bunk with my laptop computer open and I was studying a lifeguard website that Jason pointed me to. Beth closed the door so that we were alone, and I looked up.

"Hey, you changed your hair again. It looks nice." The bangs were curled back instead of hanging straight down, and the brown dye job had gotten added highlights.

"Thanks. Cyndi had a free appointment slot and offered to touch it up."

"Cyndi's the one with the six inch dangle earrings and the long, blond hair that tends to cover her boobs?"

"And the legs that go up to there, yeah. By the way, in case she brings it up, you should know that I told her the quickie dye job was because I had an accident in the school chemistry lab."

"Okay, got it."

Since there were no chairs in the room, Beth climbed up to her own bunk and lay on her stomach with her head over the edge to face me. Speaking in a low voice, she asked me if there was any news.

"Still no projector ad yet." I told her.

I tried to think if there was anything else to talk about regarding our predicament, but there wasn't. The ball was squarely in Barry's court, and all we could do was keep lying low and watch for him to make contact.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, and then Beth said to me, "Prachi likes you."

"Really? What makes you say that?"

"For one thing, what's not to like? You're handsome and smart, and buff. And, you're presidential."

"Presidential? What does that mean?"

"You walk softly but carry a big dick." Beth giggled into her hand.

"Ha, ha. That's not how that quote goes."

"Anyway, I know because she told me as much. She said she was surprised when we told her that we weren't a couple. Then she asked me if that meant that you were available. I told her yes, as far as I knew. I assured her that I didn't have any designs on you, myself. I made up a story about having just recently broken up with a boyfriend, and that I wasn't looking to jump into another relationship right away. So, don't be surprised if Prachi hits on you."

Half jokingly, Beth then added, "Just you be careful when you bed her that you don't talk in your sleep. You might spill the beans."

"Ha, ha." I decided to change the subject, so I asked Beth how the rest of her day went.

"You are a dirty old man, you know that?"

"Where did that come from?"

"You got stiff at the sight of Grace, didn't you?"

"Who's Grace?"

"The 16-year-old girl I tutored after lunch."

"Oh. Yeah, I can't deny it. There are so many beautiful women at this resort, I'm like a kid in a candy store."

"Well, just try to control that lollipop of yours, will you?"

The door opened just as Beth was saying "control that lollipop of yours," and Prachi walked in. She looked directly at my crotch. "It looks like it's under control to me."

Beth told her, "I was talking about earlier today, in front of my students. But, I was just joking. Anyway, speaking of candy, I'm hungry. Anyone care to join me for dinner?"

I replied that I was hungry, but I didn't think I could make it all the way to the mess hall. "I can't remember the last time my muscles were so sore from working out and swimming so many sets of laps in one day."

"Ah, poor Greg." Prachi said, sarcastically.

Beth spun herself around on the bed and then slid off, feet first. This put her standing directly in front of me for a second, with her bare, musky-scented pussy just inches from my face. I don't think she realized what she had just done, though, for she casually turned and walked out the door, simply saying, "Well you know where to find me."

Prachi asked me if I wanted to follow and I said I'd rather relax for a bit longer first.

"In that case, put down the laptop, and lay down on your stomach. I'll give you a massage."

I did as she instructed and then Prachi straddled my lower back. She started by first rubbing her open palms against my back and shoulders to identify where the knots were. Then, one by one, she kneaded them loose. All the while, her smooth-as-silk pussy rubbed against the small of my back and in no time my dick was as hard as a lollipop.

Prachi got up and pulled a box of condoms out of the top dresser drawer. It was a new box and she had trouble opening it. The lid broke and several of the condoms went flying. Giggling, she picked one up and opened the wrapper. By then, I had turned onto my side with my dick pointing straight out. Prachi knelt down and applied the condom in one fluid motion. Then, she slid back into bed next to me. I explored her pussy with my fingers and found that she was already quite wet. Prachi directed me with a nudge to get on top of her, and I did.

I entered her slowly, savoring the feel of her slick passageway pushing against sides of my penis. When I was about halfway in, I stopped, then backed out a bit. Continuing to go slowly, I pushed back in, again and again, going deeper each time, until I was buried to the hilt.

"Hold it right there," Prachi commanded. She began kissing me, on my lips, on my neck, on my ears. "This feels so good," she whispered in my ear.

"Oh, yes, it does," I agreed.

Prachi then started to move her hips up and down, and I matched her rhythm, pulling most of the way out as she went down, and then ramming myself back into her when she came up. After a few minutes of that, Prachi stopped and held me close. I could feel her cunt muscles contracting around my penis as she climaxed. A minute later, I came, too.

We continued to embrace each other while catching our breath, and then we got busy cleaning ourselves up with tissues and disposed of the condom.
"What do you think of them apples?" Prachi asked me as she began to pick up the loose condoms that had gone flying and stuff them back in the box.

"I see that that's a box of 25 condoms," I said with a sly grin.

"Don't worry. There's more where these came from." Her sly grin was even bigger.

Prachi and I freshened up and joined Beth in the mess hall. By the time we got there, Beth had an empty dessert plate in front of her with two spoons. The other spoon belonged to Jason, the head lifeguard.

Beth waved us over and Jason had to turn to see who she was waving at. "Oh, Hi Prachi. Hi Greg." He turned back to face Beth as we sat down. "I didn't know you knew Greg," he commented to Beth.

Beth looked surprised. "And, I didn't know you knew him, either. Vicki hired Greg and me at the same time, and then Prachi showed us around," she said, as if that explained our entire relationship. During this exchange, I could tell that Prachi thought Beth's answer was a bit odd, but she didn't say anything.

Beth went on, "So, Jay, how is it that you know Greg?"

I answered for him, "He's the head lifeguard, of course."

"Oh." She continued to address Jason, "You're Jason. I thought you said you were, Jay, the Karate instructor."

"That, too," said Jason. "A lot of us have multiple jobs here, and I go by either name." He glanced at the clock on the wall. "Well, I need to head back to the pool and shut things down for the night. It was nice meeting you, Karen. I look forward to seeing you in my class on Thursday. Greg, I'll see you tomorrow. Prachi, always a pleasure."

As he got up to leave, Beth said, "Hold on. I'll walk with you."

Prachi and I made small talk over salad and pasta, suddenly shy to discuss what had just happened. Finally, I said to her, "Thanks for making the first move."

She smiled. "Life is short. Carpe diem." After a moment, Prachi added, "By the way. There's an unwritten rule in the bunkhouse that the girls make all the moves, and the boys always go along. No attachments. No strings. No jealousy. No regrets. It's summertime in the nudist resort, and we're all here to have fun."

"Oh, really?" I whistled. "Well, in that case, what's your next move, girl?"

"All in good time, boy. First, we need dessert." Prachi stood up and wiggled her ass at me as she walked over to the dessert case to fetch a slice of peach pie and two forks.

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Chapter 4: Prachi

The next day was Sunday and Jason took it easy on me with my training, or so he claims, but at the end of the day I couldn't remember ever feeling that sore before.

Once again, Prachi took pity on me and gave me a back rub. "Have you ever had sex under the stars, Greg?"

"No, I can't say that I have."

"Well, I have the perfect spot."

Prachi got up and grabbed a tote bag. She collected a few items from her dresser drawer, including the box of condoms, and then slung the tote over a shoulder and took my hand. "Let's go."

Prachi led me uphill, past the tennis courts, to the archery range where five stacks of hay bales were arranged at different distances. She took me behind the farthest one, where some of the hay had spilled out. I helped her gather it up into one spot which she then covered with a blanket. "Lay down next to me," she directed.

There was a slight breeze and I commented to Prachi on how I liked that it made her nipples hard.

"That's not what's causing it, silly boy."

Regardless, I proceeded to taste those nipples for a while, alternating my tongue back and forth between the two. Before long, I was rock hard again, and Prachi was ready with an unwrapped condom. This time, I did most of the work, ravishing Prachi while she just relaxed and gazed up at the stars until I drove us both over the edge.

Prachi and I panted as we lay back on the blanket, looking up at the night sky. She was cradled in my arm, using my biceps for a pillow. I gently ran my fingers up and down along her hip.

Prachi broke the silence. "That was exactly what I needed after a day like today."

"You didn't have a good day?" I asked. "Why, what happened?"

"About an hour into my shift this morning, everything went kabluey. One of the fluorescent light bulbs started flickering like crazy and it made an awful buzzing noise. I called Phil to change it, but he was knee deep into fixing a bathroom sink. He told me where to find a replacement bulb if I wanted to swap it out myself, but I wasn't able to get away for about an hour because the phone was ringing non-stop with people making reservations. Finally, Vicki spelled me but the bulbs weren't where they were supposed to be, and... well, you get the idea. It was just one of those days." Prachi's delightful chest rose and fell as she took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

"And then there was this strange guy who walked in late this afternoon and gave me the willies. He made me so nervous I jammed my finger in the cash register drawer when I turned to ring up a customer. Then, when I turned back around to finish answering his questions, he was gone. I was afraid he'd gotten past me into the resort and I almost hit the alarm button under the counter, but then I spotted him out the front window as he climbed into his truck and drove away."

"What did he do that made you so nervous?"

"Well, for one thing he must have tailgated another guest coming in through the main gate, because he walked into the lobby unannounced. Then, he tried to book a room out of the blue like this is a motel or something. Nobody ever does that. I pointed to the members-only sign and said that he needed to either be a member or have a referral from one. Also, he was all alone which goes against our second rule--that single guests are not allowed. We only let guests check in who arrive as a couple or a family. Another thing is that he didn't act right for a guy in a nudist resort. I mean, he was obviously not a practicing nudist. On the other hand, when a non-nudist guy is talking to me when I'm naked, he'll do one of two things. Either he'll keep his gaze focused straight into my eyes while actually checking me out with his peripheral vision, or he'll make it a point of glancing all around the room, as if the antiques held as much interest for him as my boobs and pussy." I wondered which of those two traits I exhibited when I first met Prachi on Friday, but before I could ask, Prachi went on, "Now, this guy was looking around the room alright, but not at the antiques, and not much at me."

"Then, what did he look at?"

"First off, he glanced at every door and window, like he was figuring out an escape route in case the building suddenly caught fire. Then he looked at the old guest book that sits out on the counter, until he figured out it's a fake and wouldn't tell him anything about who's staying here."

Oh, shit! I thought. This guy could be looking for me and Beth. Now, I was getting nervous.

"Can you describe him?"

Prachi closed her eyes and then recalled, "he was about 5'11", muscular, rough hands, curly brown hair, and a mustache. He wore khaki work pants and brown work boots, and he had a brown shirt that was unbuttoned with a black t-shirt underneath that said 'Cheap Trick'.

"Wow, you have a good memory."

Prachi smiled. "It's good enough that I remember how you made me feel a few minutes ago, but talking about this creep has me all bummed out again. So, now we have to start all over." Prachi's smile grew wicked and she yanked on my dick, hard.

She rolled over and slid down, rubbing her boobs along my body until one was on either side of my dick. She then raised herself up and pushed her boobs together with her hands, trapping my dick between them and rubbing them back and forth. It didn't take long for me to get hard again. I tore open another condom packet and Prachi did the honors of putting it in place.

This time, Prachi wanted to be on top. She straddled me with her knees bent against my sides, and then she braced herself with her hands on my shoulders. I held on to her waist and tried to add some lift as she impaled herself on my cock and slowly began to move up and down.

While we made love in this fashion, Prachi's magnificent breasts wiggled directly in front of my eyes. I made it a silly point to myself to stare directly at them while only noticing Prachi's face with my peripheral vision, instead of the other way around. Her face, by the way, was in a total state of bliss. Apparently, whatever I did before to hit the spot was having the same effect all over again.

"You're a wild woman!" I said to Prachi after catching my breath.

"Oh, that's nothing. That was just straight-forward sex. I mean... don't get me wrong, it was good sex. You were great. Couldn't be better. But, if you want wild, just wait until you see what the gang has in store for you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? What's going on tomorrow?"

"Um, how do I put this? Let me start by saying that we all love working here or we wouldn't do it, of course, but as you'll soon see, it is hard work. It's physically tiring from all the running around, and it's emotionally draining since you are constantly on your best behavior to please the guests and provide excellent service. The weekends are always at least twice as busy as the weekdays, so everyone is really wiped by Sunday night. Therefore, Monday is for us staffers like everyone else's typical Saturday. That's the day when we all cut loose. And in the case of tomorrow, the gang has fresh meat to devour." Prachi leaned over me, clamped one of my nipples between her teeth, and growled. Then she jumped up, grabbed her tote, and danced away.

I shook out the blanket, folded it lengthwise, and carried it over my shoulder as I followed Prachi back to the bunkhouse. At first, I was mesmerized by the sight of her cute ass wiggling in the moonlight. But, then I started thinking about the mustached guy who was scoping out the guest book.

When we got back to the bunkhouse, Prachi tossed her tote into a corner of the lounge area, and then she took the blanket from me and placed it in the laundry hamper. Next, she took my hand and led me into the giant shower stall, grabbing a pair of washcloths along the way. She turned on one of the faucets and adjusted the temperature, and then had me join her under the extra large shower head.

Mounted on the wall were dispensers for body-wash, shampoo, conditioner, and sunscreen. Prachi loaded up her washcloth with body-wash and started rubbing it on her chest and tummy. I loaded up the other washcloth and started to scrub her back. Prachi shifted her attention to her arms and hands, so I got down on my knees and washed her legs and feet. I took extra care to make sure her ass was squeaky clean, and then we fought over being the one to scrub her pussy. (I won.)

Prachi didn't let me linger long. She got down on her knees to wash my feet and legs, and she insisted on washing all of my body herself. So, as she worked her way up, I grabbed some shampoo and washed my hair. With my hair being so short, it took no time at all. By then, Prachi was standing again. Cruelly, or mercifully, I'm not sure which, she spent very little time working the wash cloth around my crotch. When she moved on to my stomach and then reached around to my back, I put some more shampoo in my hand and started in on Prachi's luxuriously long hair.

It felt fantastic to run my fingers through her silky smooth hair as I massaged her scalp. Prachi then showed me how to rub the length of her hair between my hands with my palms together, sliding them back and forth. I did so three inches at a time, working my way down her back to where her mane of hair ended just above her beautiful hips.

After rinsing off, Prachi grabbed a fluffy white towel and dried me off. I then used the towel to dry her off and squeeze the water out of her hair as best I could. I then watched her wrap a second towel around her hair like a turban using that maneuver that starts with her leaning forward and then flipping her head back.

As we emerged from the bathroom into the lounge area, I saw that Beth was sitting on one of the couches reading a magazine. "Oh, hi," I said. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to notice the condom wrappers spilling out of that tote bag and throw them away for you." She grinned.

I didn't know what to say. Beth waited a second and then said, "You're welcome," as if I had said thank you. She then said, "My, you two look quite content." Prachi, in particular, had plopped down on the couch across from Beth and held her arms crossed above her head in a pose that was most relaxed.

"My day started horribly, but ended on a high note, yes."

"How horrible?" Beth asked.

"Don't make her relive it, Karen." I said to Beth.

"No, it's okay," said Prachi. "I'm fine now. It just creeped me out at the time. To make a long story short, a bunch of things went wrong in the gift shop, and then we got a visit from this strange man. He was looking around, but not like a gawker. More like he was looking to find something. He tried to check in as if this was some ordinary motel. When I told him this resort is for members only, he left so fast I didn't even see him go."

Beth and I shared a look, and Prachi caught it. "What?" she asked.

Beth paused to think for a second and then said, "Follow me." She stood up and led Prachi and me upstairs to our bedroom. After closing the door behind us, Beth directed Prachi to have a seat on her bunk while Beth and I sat on my bunk, facing her. Beth then said to me, "Tell her, John."

"John?"

"That's my real name. And this is my sister, Beth. We're in hiding, and I think that guy who came around might be looking for us."

"I see. Who is he, a cop?"

Beth said, "I doubt it. To tell you the truth, we don't know who he might be or why he's after us. All we know is that we got a cryptic message from our stepfather. The message basically told us to run and stay off the grid. Our stepfather is an honest man. He doesn't do drugs or gamble, or anything like that, and we trust him completely. We're totally baffled as to why he told us to run, but we had to take him seriously. And so here we are."

"Hiding out in a nudist resort?"

"Yep. As John put it, we're hiding in plain sight." Beth stretched her arms out to the side in a gesture that said, "Look at me. I have nothing to hide."

"Well, that explains a lot. I thought there was something curious about you two. Now, it all makes sense."

Beth filled in a few more details for Prachi. While they were talking, I got up and went to my locker at the end of the hall. I came back a minute later with my DSLR camera and played back the photos that I had taken at the pier. I stopped on one that showed a man in a workman's uniform leaning against an electrical panel. Next to him was a white pickup truck parked at a red curb with a couple of orange cones set out. He was fiddling with some knobs on the control panel, but he wasn't watching what he was doing. Instead, his attention was on something across the street, where I knew the pier to be.

I zoomed in on the man and showed the picture to Prachi.

"That's him. That's the guy. And that's his truck."

I gave the camera to Beth and she studied the picture.

"Do you think he'll come back?" Prachi asked us.

"You tell us. Did he look like he felt he was really on to something here, or was he just shaking the tress to see what might fall out?"

"He looked kinda bored. I mean, he acted competent, but not entirely enthusiastic about being here, if you know what I mean. So, probably just shaking the trees."

"John, how could he have known to look here?" Beth wondered.

"If I had to guess, I'd say he and his men must have taken down all of the license plate numbers of all of the cars at the pier, including the Acker's car, and then somehow they found out that it's here. Remember how Fred used his OnStar to locate a gas station on the way up here? I'll bet mustache guy has connections with OnStar, or with the police, and that's how he was able to track the car to right here."

"So what should we do?" Beth asked of no one in particular.

Prachi said, "I think we should ask Jason for help, for one thing."

"Why Jason?"

"Because, for the moment, he's in charge of security. You haven't met Aaron yet. Aaron is one of the co-founders of the resort. He's the one who installed all of the electronic door locks, the surveillance cameras, and other security measures. But, Aaron is only here a few days a month. The rest of the time, Jason runs security."

"Surveillance cameras? At a nudist resort? That must make for some interesting viewing."

Prachi smiled. "Indeed it would, but trust me. Nobody ever watches the tapes, unless there's a problem. And I don't remember there ever being a problem in the four years that I've worked here.

"Anyway, if you want, I'll call Jason and ask him to come in early tomorrow before the pool opens. We can meet him in the security office and you can tell him your story."

I asked Beth, "What do you think?"

"Well, for one thing, if mustache guy really was on to us, I don't think we'd be sitting here right now. So, you must be right about him just shaking the trees. In which case, we're probably safe here for a while yet. I think we should stay put and talk to Jason in the morning. And, unless he has any better ideas, I think we should stick around at least another day or two and wait for Barry to contact us."

I agreed.

Prachi said that that sounded reasonable to her, too. She then asked, "My only question is, what should I do if the creep comes back?"

"You mentioned that you almost triggered an alarm button when you thought he got past you the first time? What alarm button?"

"It's a silent alarm direct to the police station, like they use at the banks."

"Then, I say that you should press it the minute you see this guy or his truck again and let him explain himself to the police. With any luck, you might learn something from the exchange. And, even if he has influence over the local police, the distraction might be enough for Beth and me to get away. Or, if worst comes to worst, we turn ourselves into the police and take our chances with them instead of mustache guy."

"Okay. That sounds good." Prachi excused herself and went to the resort office in the main building to look up Jason's home phone number while I checked the recycler.com site one last time, to no avail. By the time Prachi returned, Beth was asleep in her bunk, and I was drifting off in mine. Prachi, rather than climbing into her own bunk, decided to climb into mine. She crawled over me and nestled herself between me and the wall. She kissed me on my neck and squeezed my arm once. Then she laid her head to rest on my shoulder and we both drifted off to sleep.

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Chapter 5: Jason

Beth was busy tutoring when Jason arrived at 9 am, so Prachi and I met with him without Beth. Even so, the security office was a little cramped with only enough room for one guest chair. Prachi insisted that I take the chair and she hitched one hip on a corner of the desk.

Jason was a skilled listener. He had me tell my story twice without interruption, but then asked a bunch of questions when I was done. Finally, I gave him the memory card out of my camera and he uploaded the pictures that I took at the pier to his computer. Seeing them on a larger screen was eerie. It somehow made this whole situation more tangible, more real.

"I'm impressed at the way all of you have handled yourselves--from your step-father's ingenious message to your near-paranoia caution in dealing with it." Jason thought for a few seconds and then said, "Okay. The first thing you need is a new set of contingency plans. I assume you don't have much in the way of evac gear?"

"No, we were traveling light, just one backpack each with a few basics."
"Okay. I'll take you and Karen over to the Army-Navy Surplus later today and then we'll drive around and figure out some escape routes. I want to make sure you don't have to rely on motels and public transportation this time. I mean, that's always an option, but I'll set you up with some camping gear in case you need to go to ground and rough it.

"The only other thing I can add is that I'll pull up the security camera footage of the front desk for when this guy came in. Maybe we'll get a better picture than the one you took at the pier."

"Sounds good." That was all we could think to discuss for the moment, so Prachi reported for duty on the front desk, while Jason locked up the security office and the two of us headed down to open up the pool for the day and to continue my lifeguard training.

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Monday is a light day at the resort so Vicki was happy to let Jason take me, Beth, and Prachi offsite for a long lunch. We grabbed some Mexican food and then headed over to the Army-Navy store.

Apparently, Monday is a light day at the store, as well. We were the only customers. Jason was happy to see that his hunting buddy, Henry, was manning the store. Jason introduced us. "Henry, you remember Prachi, right?"

"Of course. I couldn't forget such a pretty face."

"And I'd like you to meet Greg and Karen. Greg and Karen, this is my friend, Henry."

Henry smiled, particularly at Beth. "And another pretty face. Nice to meet you, Karen. And you too, Greg. Shall I assume that you are nudies, too, like Jason and Prachi here?"

We both looked at Jason to follow his lead. Jason answered, "Yep. They are." He turned towards Beth and winked, "Karen, if you show Henry your tits, he'll give you a free safety whistle."

Beth went along. "I'll be happy to show him my tits, but he'll have to do better than a stupid whistle." She grinned broadly.

Henry pointed to a section of the store with new and surplus uniforms. "We have a rack of sports bras over there. How about you take your pick as long as you try them on out here where we can watch?"

"Me too?" Asked Prachi.

"Sure, why not?"

Up until that point, Henry thought he was kidding, but Prachi suddenly grabbed the hem of Beth's yellow tank top and pulled it up over her head. She then pulled her own white T-shirt off and handed both tops to me. Neither girl was wearing anything underneath. "Here. Hold these. We'll be right back." After I took the tops, Prachi pushed Beth towards the clothing aisles. Looking back over her shoulder she said to Henry, "Are you coming?"

Henry didn't have to be asked twice. He went off to attend to the girls with a shit-eating grin on his face while Jason and I grabbed a couple of shopping baskets and proceeded to fill them with camping gear and dehydrated meals.

The girls took their time messing with Henry's head by trying on dozens of different garments, pretending not to be able to make up their minds. They were still at it when I stopped in the next aisle over to pick out a shirt and some shorts for myself.

When I finished making my selections, Beth was wearing a sports bra that was printed in "digital" camouflage and a matching pair of jogging shorts, and Prachi had on a sports bra in solid black. "Those look great. Let's go." I ushered them back to the checkout counter.

They stripped off the sports bras and set them on the counter, then put their old tops back on. Beth also stripped off the jogging shorts and put it on the counter so that Henry could ring it up. She was bare-assed underneath.

"Hey, what happened to my other shorts?" Bottomless, Beth walked back to the women's wear section in search of them. "I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached," she lied. Beth never forgets anything, except on purpose.

We didn't really expect Henry to give the girls those bras for free, but he did anyway. The rest went on Jason's charge card.

"No hurry paying me back," he said when we got back to his Jeep. "I know you're good for it."

###

Later that afternoon, Jason had me down at the pond participating in lifeguard drills with two other lifeguard recruits. Hilary and Charlene were two-thirds of a set of triplets--three college girls who shared an apartment in town, twenty minutes away. Like me, they were accomplished swimmers, but new to lifeguarding. They stood 5' 5" tall, with very lean, muscular bodies. Because they were so lean, they were quite flat-chested, but it didn't seem to bother them. In fact, they were quite proud of every aspect of their bodies. "You should see our sister, Janice. She's a pro-am bodybuilder."

The drills consisted of us taking turns pretending to drown while one or both of the other two rescued the victim. At one point, while Hilary was rescuing Charlene, Jason pulled me aside. He pointed across the pond to a copse of old trees with exposed roots reaching into the water. "I'm thinking that that should be the start of one of your escape routes. We can bury one set of evac gear near that cluster of trees. With a running start, you could dive off the dock and swim across the pond in under two minutes. Once you make it to those roots, you'd be well hidden, even when you get out of the water and climb up the bank to fetch the gear. What do you think?"

"I like it. Good idea."

Jason patted me on my shoulder and blew his whistle to get the twins' attention. He yelled at the three of us, "Give me one lap across the pond, and then we'll call it a day."

###

After sunset, Beth and I got dressed again. We met Jason at his Jeep, and he drove us around to the back of the pond. By the light of a three-quarter moon, we easily found a good spot to stash half of the emergency supplies. We also identified two different paths leading up to it from the bank. From there, we would have four different options. We could follow the highway into town; we could head for the hills; or, we could double back towards the resort going around the pond, either clockwise or counterclockwise.

For the second set of gear, we decided to just stash it in the security office in the main building. Jason programmed Beth's name badge and mine to open the door. The idea was we could either lock ourselves in there, or grab the gear and dash out of the building by one of three different routes.

###

By the time Jason returned us to the bunkhouse, I was exhausted, both mentally and physically, from a long day of practicing rescue maneuvers, and then trekking through the woods. As Beth and I went upstairs to undress, I said, "I can't decide if I'm more hungry or tired." I took one look at my bunk and plopped down, but Beth reminded me that it was Pizza night and made me get back up to join the gang downstairs.

Brent was on the couch reading a magazine while Yvonne and Tamara were seated side by side at the poker table behind him. Tamara's laptop was open and she and Yvonne were chatting with some friends on a 5-way Skype call. Tamara was her usual, animated self and I could just imagine how her remote friends were seeing Tamara's large boobs with their pierced nipples bounce unfettered.

Tamara looked up as we entered the room. "Greg, Karen, come meet my friends in Canada." I hesitated to be caught on camera, but Beth ran right over to stand between Tamara and Yvonne. I marveled at how Beth nonchalantly allowed the web cam to capture her naked body while conversing with a couple of strangers. She really took to this nudism, like a duck to water.

I was still standing at the bottom of the stairs when the doorbell startled me. (I didn't know the bunkhouse even had a doorbell.) I turned around and opened the door to find a blonde girl in a Pizza Hut uniform holding a stack of pizza boxes. "Oh, my god, you're naked!" She said to me with fake dismay, followed by a cheeky smile.

Prachi yelled from the kitchen, "Hi, Denise. Come on in."

The delivery girl yelled back, "In a second, I've got beer and salads too, out in the car." She handed me the pizzas to hold as she turned back towards her car and retrieved two grocery sacks. Denise then followed me back to the kitchen and we set our loads down on the kitchen island. Then, to my surprise, Denise began to strip off her uniform.

"So, who's the hunk?" Denise asked Prachi.

"New lifeguard in training. He just started Friday."

"Well, he certainly has the equipment for it. Is it all in working order?"

"Yep. I took it out for a couple of test runs myself."

This was surreal. Prachi and a total stranger were talking about me and my sexual organs as if I wasn't standing right there.

The last of Denise's clothes landed on the floor in a pile. This revealed her to be a natural blonde with a soft patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. It was accentuated with a silver belly piercing.

"Does the hunk have a name?" Denise asked.

Prachi said, "Denise, this is Greg. Greg, this is Denise."

I put out my hand and Denise took it, but rather that shaking hands, she pulled hard. This caught me off guard and I stumbled into her, but she was ready and braced for the impact. Then she embraced me and kissed me. She ran her hands down my back and squeezed my ass as she probed my mouth with her tongue. I grew hard. Between the wet kiss, the sensation of her hard nipples pressed against my chest, and her hands rubbing my butt, is it any wonder that I would?

Denise then broke away just as suddenly as she started. She took a step back, looked down at herself and said, "Oh, my god, I'm naked!" with that same cheeky smile.

"Come on, everyone! Pizza's here." Prachi yelled up the stairs and had someone walk along the hallway and knock on all of the bedroom doors. Denise served up the salad while I handed out the beers. A total of twelve people passed through the kitchen.

Beth was a little surprised to find another naked stranger standing around in the kitchen. Prachi introduced Denise to Beth (as Karen), and the two shook hands--for real that time.

With a couple of slices in me and my hunger satiated, I was then ready to kick back and take a nap, perhaps even turn in for the night. But, just then Prachi announced, "Let the games begin!"

Denise jumped up and took my hand. "Come on, probie. This is going to be fun." She led me across the floor and positioned me in font of the TV. Then, she stood next to me on my left. Prachi positioned Beth to stand next to me on my right. Everyone else besides the three of us either plopped down on the couch, or sat Indian style on the floor in front of the couch, or pulled up a chair at the poker table.

Prachi acted as a master of ceremonies. "The game is called 'Imperfections,' and the rules are quite simple. We are going to grade you bunkhouse newbies on your various imperfections and then rate you on a scale of 1 to 100. In Denise's case, even though she doesn't live here in the bunkhouse, she's been visiting here often enough that we thought it was high time she be initiated as well."

Prachi worked her way behind us one at a time, where she tied our hands behind our backs with silk scarves that Yvonne handed her. Beth and I looked at each other with a mixture of surprise, humiliation, and anticipation. I thought to myself, Fresh meat, huh?

As Prachi finished tying our wrists, she continued to explain, "The rest of us already have our imperfection scores." She nodded to Tamara, who held up her laptop to show us a spreadsheet with a list of names and numbers. "So, after we tally up your scores, we'll compare them to everybody else's scores in order to make a single list that goes in order from most perfect to least perfect. Ready? Go."

Before I knew what was happening, half the crew crowded around the three of us and started taking all kinds of measurements with calipers, protractors, stopwatches, and such. They yelled out the results for Tamara to record.

"Penis length, flaccid: 4 ¾ inches."

"Clitoris width: 0.35."

"Nipple-to-nipple spacing: 10 ½ inches."

"Genital elevation: 28 ¾ inches."

"Thigh clearance: 1 inch even."

"Girth to length ratio: 2.3."

"Chest area freckle count: 27."

This went on for several minutes. For most of the measurements, I had no idea what the significance was supposed to be. I mean, was a high freckle count good or bad? Eventually, I realized that the whole point of this silly exercise was to be sarcastic. We are all different, physically, but that doesn't make us who we are. There is no such thing as perfection for the kinds of traits they were measuring.

Of course, the other point of the exercise was the sheer thrill of making Beth, Denise, and I stand there while we got felt up by everyone else in the room. The sensations were having its toll on me.

"Penis length, erect: 7 ¼ inches."

"Angle of ascension: 24 degrees."

"Time to pre-cum moisture: 3 minutes, 12 seconds."

Apparently, that was the last of the measurements called for, because the crowd then dissipated just as suddenly as it had formed. I was left "on stage" with my hands bound behind my back, while sporting a super-hard erection. I stood between my sister and a girl I had just met. This was unreal.

Prachi, again acting in the role of master of ceremonies, asked Tamara for the results. Prachi held her hand over Denise's head and Tamara said, "Denise is 27.3 percent perfect. That places her below Alan at 27.6."

Alan, who was seated at the poker table to Tamara's right, cheered, "Woo hoo! Yeah, baby! Yeah!"

Prachi shifted over to hold her hand over my head and Tamara reported, "Greg's imperfection score is 41.0. He's just below Debbie at 41.1."

Debbie was a bookish girl with alabaster skin and contrasting jet black hair who was seated on the floor right in front of me. Her hair was styled short, with wind-swept bangs, and she maintained a matching, shiny pelt of fur between her legs. The black look continued with a pair of black and gray Converse tennis shoes (sans socks), and some round-rimmed reading glasses in gunmetal gray that were perpetually perched on the end of Debbie's button nose. Debbie tended to study the world with an intense stare across the tops of those glasses--that is, until someone looked back. Then, she would become suddenly shy.

So, just then, at the sound of her name, Debbie pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around them, and buried her face in her knees, blushing.

Prachi moved on to indicate Beth next, and Tamara said, "This is cool. Karen's imperfection score is 39.8, which puts her right below Greg there."

"What does that mean?" Beth asked. I was as confused as she was.

Denise answered, "This is the fun part. It means that for the rest of the night, I have to do everything that Alan says, you have to do everything that Greg says, and he has to do everything that Debbie says."

It took a second for Denise's answer to register with Beth and me. Beth said, "Oh? Oh. Oh, my!"

Beth and I barely had a moment to contemplate our fates when Prachi declared, "Now the real games begin! Remember: Stow yer hangups at the door, and what happens in the bunkhouse stays in the bunkhouse."

Alan couldn't wait to claim his prize. Denise pretended to resist, so Alan and a couple of helpers picked her up and carried her, charging up the stairs as if she was a battering ram. Half the crowd followed.

That left Beth and I standing there in front of Prachi, Debbie, Clark, Tamara, Robert, Yvonne, Jim, and Steve. (Jim and Steve are two of the other lifeguards who live in the bunkhouse besides Yvonne and me.)

Prachi, knowing how shy Debbie was, took charge. "Debbie, why don't you tell Greg to tell Karen that from now on she has to do everything that Robert, Jim, Clark and Steve tell her to do directly, and not wait for Greg to say so. That way, you can have Greg's undivided attention."

Debbie smiled at the idea. Beth looked frightened, but it was the scary-fun kind of fright, as if she was about to ride a very steep roller coaster for the first time.

I didn't wait for Debbie, and went right ahead giving those instructions to Beth.

"Yes, sir. As you wish, sir." Beth resigned herself to her fate, and decided to play along and enjoy the game. I watched as the four guys picked Beth up and laid her down across the game table, face up. They untied her hands from behind her back and, using a second scarf, retied each wrist to her corresponding thigh. They then spread her legs apart and tied her ankles to two of the table legs. The guys then proceeded to deal out hands of poker on her tummy. For the first few rounds, the winner of each hand got to French kiss my sister, or suck on her boobs. As the night progressed they escalated to eating out her pussy, and more.

Back where I stood, Debbie, Tamara and Yvonne wasted no time putting their mouths to good use. Leaving my hands bound, they made me lay across the couch. Debbie knelt down and kissed me while Tamara sucked on my dick and Yvonne lathed my balls. After a few minutes, they switched places, essentially playing musical chairs to see whose mouth would be sucking on my cock when it erupted. Debbie, it turned out, was the recipient of my first load of the evening. The girls were insatiable, however, and I didn't get any rest until they made me come thrice more, and not just in their mouths.

At first, Prachi kicked back in an easy chair, content with watching the scene unfold, but then she got up and disappeared upstairs. The next time I saw her, she was the condom faerie, sprinkling condoms around like pixie dust. Then she disappeared again, only to return 10 minutes later with my camera in hand. For the rest of the night, Prachi documented the orgy in glorious 12.1-megapixel detail. I was astounded that no one seemed concerned with where those pictures might wind up. (It turns out that Prachi made me erase all of the pictures by the end of the next day, but only after everyone who participated in the orgy got to see them who wanted to.)

I must have nodded off on the couch sometime after midnight, for I found myself being shaken awake. It was Alan telling me that he left a nice present for me on my bunk. Groggily, I opened my eyes, stood up, and looked around. People were still having sex all around me. One couple was doing it on the floor next to the TV, and another was doing it on the kitchen table. Then I noticed a flash strobe going off in the bathroom. Curious, I wandered in there to see Prachi taking pictures of a couple taking advantage of the tiled bench seat in the shower area. Some girl was bent over the seat and Clark was on his knees fucking her doggie style. He held her hips tightly in his meaty hands as he pumped in and out. As I got closer, I saw that the girl had a tramp stamp tattoo, tiny in comparison to the riot of tattoos that covered both of Clark's arms, and I suddenly realized that the girl was my sister.

I couldn't take my eyes off of Beth. With every one of Clark's thrusts, her boobs would get mashed against the bench seat but then they would slip off the edge and bounce around in mid air. I was mesmerized by the sight of that, and also by the fact that Clark was wearing a day-glow pink condom. It looked funny as he slipped that bright pink sheath in and out of my sister's fleshy pink cunt. I must have laughed out loud because Beth turned her head to the side, looked up, and noticed me there. A guilty expression flashed across her face, but then she just smiled at me, and she redoubled her efforts to meet Clark's thrusts with equal desire.

Prachi took another picture, and then turned to face me.

She said, "I see you're having a good time." She smiled as she indicated the various dried fluids that clung to my body. Chagrined, I grabbed a wash cloth, and proceeded to wipe myself clean. When I was done, Prachi took my hand, and led me out of the bathroom.

Alan was just then climbing the stairs with a bottle of beer in each hand, and I suddenly remembered what he said when he woke me up. I told Prachi, "Alan left a surprise for me in my bunk."
"Well, let's go see what it is."

I tried to play ass-grab with Prachi going up the steps, but she was too fast for me. When we got to our room, we discovered two girls in my bed in a sixty-nine position, licking each other's pussies. One was Denise, the pizza girl, and the other was one of our bartenders, a girl named Crystal. Prachi was quick to raise the camera and grab a picture of the action.

Denise was facing away from us, but Crystal noticed us come in. She stopped licking Denise and propped herself up on her elbow. "It took you long enough to get here, Greg."

Denise turned around to face us, saying, "Yeah, we were getting bored, and had to find a way to keep ourselves entertained..." She noticed the beer bottles Alan was holding and reached out for one of them, "Oh, thirsty now."

Crystal and Denise propped themselves up higher in order to each take a swig from the bottle and then Crystal handed it to me. She watched me take a sip and then said, "Now, get your butt in here." She scooted around to lay in the same direction as Denise and they made room in between for me.

I glanced over at Prachi, who was sharing the other beer with Alan. Prachi said, "Don't look at me. They're your present." She pushed me on my shoulder, urging me to get in bed with the pair.

As Prachi turned out the lights, Denise kissed me on the mouth while Crystal began playing with my cock. For the next hour or so, these girls had my undivided attention--or should I say equally divided attention?--except that every once in a while I would notice some grunting and panting emanating from across the room, where Prachi had pulled Alan into her bunk with her.

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The next morning, I awoke to find my hand pinned under the naked breast of a woman facing away from me and a long strand of hair lying across my pillow. Déjà vu. This time, as I became fully awake, I double checked that the woman was not my sister. It was, in fact, Prachi. It's funny, because I don't recall her switching places with Denise and Crystal, at all.

I allowed my hand to roam and Prachi woke to my touch. We nuzzled and kissed and then she produced a fresh condom and we made love, slow and easy. She started to climax first, but I was right behind her and then she came a second time. My penis went flaccid and I started to pull out, but she stopped me. "Leave it in for a minute, and hold me." So, I reached under her and pressed one hand against the small of her back while I cupped her ass in my other hand. "That feels so nice."

For a minute or so, we just lay there together. Then, Prachi started to giggle. "So, how did you like your present?"

"Which part? The whole evening was mind-blowing. Do you guys really get this wild every week?"

"Just about, yeah. I must say that you and Karen were real sports about it. Usually, we get a bit more resistance from the newbies. Denise was a ringer, by the way. She's been--quote, unquote--initiated into the gang about a half dozen times already. We found it's easier on the actual newbies if there's someone else in the same boat with them who's eager to play along. I hope you're not mad."

"I'm not mad. I suspected she knew more than she was letting on, but you're right. Having her there did give me more courage. Her and Beth--er, Karen--both."

Prachi wiggled her ass, so I finally pulled out. We disposed of the condom and cleaned up a bit with some tissues. "Shower first, or coffee first?" I asked.

"Would you be a dear and bring me some coffee to the shower?"

"Your wish is my command, m'lady. I'll meet you there." So, we both headed downstairs.

By the time I brewed up a fresh pot of coffee and brought a cup into the bathroom for Prachi, she had already showered and was busy combing her long black hair. We chatted for a minute, just small talk, and then she was done with her hair. "Bye, Greg. Have a nice day." And, just like that, she was off.

As I took my own shower, all of the images of what had just transpired ran though my mind. Oh, man! Six women in one night. I've had casual sex before, but this is really something. And Beth, wow! Never in a million years would I have expected to watch my own sister having sex. I allowed myself a few moments to relive it all, but then I snapped out of it, reminding myself that there was serious work to be done. As I dried off I checked the clock and saw that I had just enough time to check the Recycler site before reporting for lifeguard duty.

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Chapter 6: Witness Protection

There it was, finally! "1970-era Kodak movie projector. Probably works, but needs a bulb. $150 obo. 213-555-6245."

I rounded up Beth, Jason and Prachi and showed them the ad. Jason said we could use the phone in the security office, but Beth suggested that we should go find a pay phone somewhere else, not here.

Jason agreed. "Good point. I have to go open the pool, but you can take my Jeep. He handed me his keys."

Prachi said, "I have an idea where to find a payphone that'll make a good diversion."

Prachi, Beth and I dressed for a ride into town. Prachi directed us to a pay phone in the lobby of a run-down hotel. She then waited patiently while Beth and I made the call. I held the receiver so that Beth and I could both hear and then I dialed.

A lady answered on the second ring. "Hello," was all she said.

"Hi, I'm calling about the Kodak projector," I said. Beth wanted me to do all the talking.

"I'm sorry, but that item has been sold already," the lady replied in a bored tone of voice.

"For real? You mean this was a real ad? I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"Wait. Don't hang up." The lady was suddenly not so bored. "I'll transfer you now. Hold please."

A few seconds later, a man got on the line, "WitSec. Code in please."

"Huh? Who's this."

"Witness Security. Who are you?"

"Um, I'm related to Barry Dayton."

"Hold please." We could hear him typing on a computer. "Ah, you must be John."

"Yeah that's right."

"Is Beth with you?"

"Maybe."

"You're being cautious. That's good. Barry told us you two are smart."

"Can you please tell me what's going on?"

"My name is Agent Glenn Wilkins. I'm with Federal Witness Security. Barry is under my protection. He's a witness in a murder trial. He didn't witness the murder itself, but he can testify as to the motive. It's something to do with the people he worked for and election fraud. The defendant has already tried to influence one witness, so we're not taking any chances... Which brings us to you and your sister."

"What about us?"

"The reason Barry told you to run is he was worried that someone might try to take you hostage and use you to get to him. So, we'd like to bring you in and set you up with WitSec packages: new identities, a new place to live, jobs and money."

"Would we be reunited with Barry?"

"Only if you insist, but we'd prefer to keep you separated until after the trial is over."

"How long will that take?"

"Six to nine months."

"And after that?"

"I can't say. It depends on several factors. How well the trial goes, if there's a clear verdict or a mistrial, whether or not there's any grounds for appeal. Most likely, everything will be fine once your father's testimony is entered into the record. After that, killing or pressuring him won't help the defendant.

"Listen, I'm sorry to be graphic about this, but Barry insisted that you two would only want to hear straight talk from me, and that I shouldn't pull any punches."

"Yes. That's true, and definitely something Barry would say."

"Shall I send someone to fetch you?"

I looked at Beth and she shook her head, no. "Well, if we can't be reunited with Barry, then Beth and I may as well stay where we are. We seem to be doing fine."

"You are, actually. Until this call, we had no idea where to find you. You two have done a fine job of staying off the grid, so far. How are you doing for cash?"

"Cash isn't so much a problem as not being able to use our ID's. We have jobs lined up but we had to stall on showing IDs for the I-9 form. We made up a story about our wallets being stolen while we were at the beach. We said that replacements are on their way, but that was days ago and I doubt we can stall for much longer. Also, the jobs involve working with kids, so they also want to check our fingerprints to make sure we're not sex offenders or anything."

"Okay. I can take care of all of that. Now, first of all, let me give you another number to call in the future." Beth pulled out her notebook and wrote down a phone number that Agent Wilkins gave us, along with a codeword to identify ourselves as being part of Barry's case.

I then gave Wilkins the names that we had assumed, and gave him details about the resort and our jobs there, including who Prachi and Jason were and that we had to let them in on what was going on. "Oh, and by the way, did I mention that Pleasant Hills is a nudist resort?"

He laughed. "You're kidding me."

"Nope. Dead serious."

"Well, that's a new one. Wow. Anyway, I can have those ID's ready for you sometime tomorrow. Can you be where you are now at, say, five P.M. tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I'm anxious to meet both of you. I'd like to get your side of the story about what happened at the pier. Barry could only tell us so much."

"Okay, sure."

"Good. I'll pick you up in an unmarked van." He went on to describe himself and the van so we would know to watch out for him.

###

The next day, Jason drove me back out to meet the WitSec officer. Wilkins must have been watching for us to arrive, because a white van with tinted windows pulled up in front of the old hotel before Jason and I even had a chance to enter the lobby. Wilkins rolled down the passenger window and told us to get in the back. Someone else must have been driving.

I said, "Can I see your badge, first, please?"

Wilkins was the stereotypical "men-in-black" agent: late thirties, average height, lean and muscular--except no black suit. Being that this was California, he wore an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt over a plain, light blue T-shirt that was tucked into his blue jeans.

He opened a pass case that had an FBI badge on one side. The ID card on the other side said, "Witness Security Division." They looked real enough, so we climbed in.

The driver, a slender black woman with short curly hair, pulled away from the curb. "I'm Glenn's partner, Toni Larsen." She handed me her badge to examine while she drove, and then I let Jason check it.

"I'm John, and this is Jason."

A few minutes later, Agent Larsen pulled into a secluded parking lot behind some abandoned buildings and turned off the engine. The two agents were sitting in captains chairs, so they were able to swivel them around to face us.

When Jason handed Larsen back her badge, I saw that she had a pretty face with bright, intelligent eyes. Sunken cheeks added an exotic look that made her seem skeletal at times. She wore a short, navy blue skirt with a white man-shirt over it. The shirt was cinched by a 2-inch wide chainmail belt high on her waist. She said to me, "So, Wilkins tells me you're hiding out in a nudist colony, huh? That's gutsy, and smart. Someone would have to think twice before looking for you there."

"That's the idea." I said.

Wilkins asked, "Where's Beth? We were looking forward to meeting her, too."

"Nope. Sorry. Just us guys, today. Here, we have a present for you."

I handed him a memory card.

"What's this?"

I started to fill the two agents in on what happened at the pier and then how mustache guy made a half-hearted attempt to look for us at the resort. Wilkins stopped me before I got too far. "Do you mind if we video your story for the record?" Larsen set up a small digital camcorder and aimed it so that Jason and I were both in frame. We started over at the beginning.

"... So, that memory card has all of the pictures that I took at the pier, including the one that shows the guy with the mustache, plus security camera footage from the front desk at the resort that shows him again."

"Really? That's excellent work. If we can figure out who this guy is, we might be able to put a wiretap on his phones and learn who he's working for and what they know about you and Barry. On the other hand, I'm not so sure anymore that it'd be wise to leave you guys there. Why didn't you tell me about this guy showing up at the resort when we spoke yesterday?"

"To tell you the truth, Beth and I were much more worried about Barry than ourselves when we called. Plus, I didn't find out from Prachi about the guy wandering in until half a day later. So, it seemed like if he was going to do anything, he would have done it by then. And now that it's been two more full days since his visit, it seems even less likely that he's coming back."

Jason added, "Greg, er, I mean John here, figured that this guy must have gotten the license plate of the Ackers' car when it was parked at the pier, along with dozens, maybe hundreds, of other cars. They probably started with the cars that have OnStar, which the Ackers' car does. Those would be the easiest ones to track, right?"

Agent Larsen said, "Yeah. That makes sense. I can check with OnStar to see if their records were accessed by anyone. What's that name again, Actor? And do you happen to know the license plate number?"

"No, it's Acker. A-C-K-E-R. Fred and Amy. There's a picture of their car on the memory card. You can get the license number from that. It's a silver Suburban."

Wilkins said, "Good, good. Is there anything else?"

"I was wondering if you could fetch our car? We left it..."

"At a bus station near your school. Yeah, we found it. Don't worry. It's back at your house, which by the way your neighbor is looking after. He's bringing in the mail, watering the lawn, and such. For the moment, he thinks that Barry is away on business. Anything else besides that?"

"Not that I can think of."

"Well, if you think of anything later, use these." He handed me two prepaid cell phones, one for me and one for Beth. "They have speed-dial numbers programmed in for my office, my cell, and Larsen's cell."

Next, he gave me a packet that included printouts of our new, made-up, life histories. There was also five hundred dollars in cash, new driver's licenses for Beth and me, and one debit/credit card each with the corresponding PIN numbers. I gave Jason half the cash to pay him back for the camping supplies.

The agent then said, "My boss makes me warn everyone not to go hog wild with those credit cards, but in your case, with free room and board and no wardrobe to speak of, I guess you wouldn't know what to spend it on, huh?"

"Yeah, but it sure feels nice to be back in control again with a set of ID's we can use."

"Well, anyway. I'm sorry we can't do more right now, but hang in there and we'll get you reunited with your stepfather as soon as we can." Wilkins seemed genuinely concerned, and particularly apologetic. I guess it's not too often that he gets assigned to protect innocent bystanders. Most of his witnesses are probably scum, only one step away from being prosecuted themselves.

Agent Larsen dropped us off a block from the hotel and we walked back to Jason's Jeep from there.

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Chapter 7: Food for Thought

Prachi worked a late shift that night, so after my lifeguard training was done for the day I just grabbed a quick bite in the mess hall and then headed back to the bunkhouse, intending to study for the lifeguard exams. But, as I entered the front door, Tamara accosted me. "Oh, Greg! You're just in time. Karen needs a dessert partner."

"What's a dessert partner?"

I looked over at Beth and she just shrugged. She had no idea what Tamara was talking about.

Tamara said, "Look, it's simple. Alan is my partner. Jim is Crystal's partner. Clark is Debbie's partner. And you are Karen's. Alan and I will go first."

On the kitchen table was a colorful card with a plastic arrow attached to the center. It was a "spinner," like from the old party game, Twister, but instead of sections of the card naming colors and body parts, this one named different types of desserts. Tamara gave the arrow a flick. It spun around three or four times and then landed on "fresh fruit." So, she walked over the kitchen counter, where we kept a fruit bowl, and she selected a plump, ripe plum. Tamara handed the plum to Alan to hold while she climbed up on the kitchen table and lied across it, face up. She placed her hands at her side, palms down on the table, and tucked them in under her ass, allowing Alan to have complete and unobstructed access to her beautiful body. My eyes darted back and forth between Tamara's pillowy breasts with their hard, pierced nipples and the neatly trimmed strip of velvety black pubic hair that led to her womanhood--dark pink folds that contrasted with her black skin like a chocolate covered cherry.

Alan held the plum over her mouth and gave it a squeeze. A few pieces of the fruit broke off and landed in Tamara's mouth and juice dribbled onto her chin. Alan then lowered his hand to Tamara's throat and dragged the plum across her skin, going between her breasts and down her belly. All the while, he kept squeezing, allowing chucks of the fruit to fall off as he went, until the last of the fruit and juices made a mess of Tamara's pubic hair. Alan then returned to where he started. He bent down and kissed Tamara on the lips, then he went on to lick up the mess that he had created, taking just enough time to savor the flavor of the juices and suck in the bits of fruit to swallow, but not lingering so long as to make the rest of us impatient.

Finally, when Alan got to where the trail ended just above Tamara's pussy, he tried to keep going and got a quick lick in across Tamara's love button, but she pushed him away. "Not yet," she admonished him. "Wait until my turn." Tamara then jumped up off the table and asked, "Who's next?"

Clark was closest to the spinner, so he reached over and gave it a backhanded sweep. The arrow landed on "licorice whips." So, Debbie, his partner, opened a container of Red Vines. She withdrew and handful of the candy and began whipping Clark with them. She got into a routine where she would whip him systematically on his ass, his abs, and his penis, before placing one end of the licorice in her mouth and the other end in his mouth. The two of them would then suck in the licorice together, until their lips met in the middle, like the famous scene in that Disney movie, "The Lady and the Tramp." After the third piece of licorice disappeared in that fashion, the couple just stood in their corner of the kitchen and kept making out, all thoughts of candy forgotten.

Crystal announced, "I'll go next." For her, the spinner landed on "banana split." "Oh, goodie!" she exclaimed. "My favorite." She reached into the fruit bowl and extracted a slightly green banana, peeled it and tossed away the peel. She then hopped up onto the table and spread her pussy lips apart with the fingers of her left hand while inserting the banana into her vagina with her right. The banana all but disappeared. "Come and get it, Jim!"

Jim held his hands behind his back as he bent down to reach into her pussy with his mouth. Breaking off chunks of the banana with his teeth and tongue, he conveyed the chunks, one at a time, to Crystal's mouth, where they then savored the fruit together, along with the taste of each other.

Tamara, Alan, Beth and I watched them play for a minute, but it was clearly going to take a while for Jim to dig out the entire banana in that fashion. Tamara got bored quickly, so she pulled the spinner out from under Crystal's ass, and made me give it a spin. The arrow landed on "hot fudge."

"Hmm, I don't think we have any fudge, but let me look..." She dug into the cupboard and pulled out a squeeze bottle of Hershey's syrup. She unscrewed the cap and dumped the entire contents into a coffee mug and stuck it in the microwave oven on high. I didn't like where this was going.
While we waited for the syrup to heat up, Tamara grabbed a bag of marshmallows and handed it to Beth. When the microwave dinged, Tamara pulled out the mug of bubbling hot syrup and instructed Alan, Beth and I to follow her as she headed off to the communal shower in the next room.

When we got there, Tamara made Alan and me sit back-to-back on the tiled bench in the middle of the shower stall and lock our elbows together. After she was satisfied that we were sitting in the correct position, Tamara told Beth to open the bag of marshmallows while she began to pour the hot syrup all over Alan and me.

She started with Alan and I couldn't see exactly what she did, but I heard her say to Beth, "Now, Karen, quickly mop it up with a marshmallow and then feed it to him."

Tamara and Beth then came around to my side and repeated the motions. Tamara poured the hot syrup on my chest so that it ran down my stomach and gathered at my groin. I was braced for it to burn my skin, but the chocolate cooled quickly and it actually felt good. Beth reached out with a marshmallow and did her best to mop up the syrup before it dribbled away, but marshmallows, it turns out do not make great sponges.

Tamara continued to pour the syrup over Alan and me, little by little, primarily aiming to make a sticky mess of our cocks and balls. In the mean time, Beth rotated feeding the chocolaty marshmallows to me, Alan, Tamara, and herself until we each had eaten two or three.

Tamara said, "I think that's enough marshmallows, Karen." She took the bag out of Beth's hands and tossed it in a corner. Tamara then guided Beth to kneel down in front of me and directed her to lick up the rest of the syrup with her tongue.

I thought to myself, Uh, oh! Here we go! My own sister is being encouraged to give me head. I mean, it was pretty obvious that things were leading up to something like this, but I figured that it was obvious to Beth, too, and that she could stop it at any time, if she wanted to. Of course, Tamara isn't to blame. Since Prachi and Jason were the only ones around here who knew that Beth and I were siblings, it's not like Tamara was knowingly causing up to commit incest.

I looked into Beth's eyes to see what she was thinking. For a split second, it looked like she didn't know what to do, but then she shrugged and smiled at me and suddenly her lips were wrapped around my cock and she was licking up and down my shaft and swallowing the chocolate syrup that was there.

Tamara watched Beth's head bob up and down a few times and then she went to give Alan the same kind of attention as Beth was giving me.

I fully expected that once Tamara's concern was focused elsewhere, Beth would remove herself from my genitals and maybe just lick the syrup off of my stomach, if that. But instead, she just kept on blowing me. At one point, Beth allowed my penis to slip out of her mouth so that she could spend a little time licking my balls, one after the other, but then she went right back to sucking on my shaft.

It turns out that my sister is an excellent cocksucker, and in no time at all, my juices began to boil. I warned her. "Karen, Karen! I'm about to come!" My head was spinning and it took all of my effort to remember to call Beth by her pseudonym.

Beth started to pull away, but she didn't release me completely. She kept her mouth right at the tip of my penis and wrapped her right hand around the shaft. She continued to suck on the head, flicking it with her tongue. I erupted with two powerful blasts in a row, followed a moment later by a third, weaker, squirt. As soon as the first ejaculate entered my sister's mouth, she pulled back. So, the second squirt landed on her face and ran down her cheek and chin. Her reflex was to push down on my cock with her hand, so when the third squirt came out it was aimed at her left tit.

I watched, fascinated, as Beth made a show of swallowing the cum that had landed in her mouth before she released her grip on my cock and sat back on her haunches.

I wanted to get up then, but Beth shook her head to indicate that I should wait. So, I held my position, continuing to prop up Alan for a while until I could sense that he and Tamara were done with what they were doing. All the while, Beth and I just looked at each other.

There I was, sitting naked in front of my own sister, covered in chocolate goop while my still semi-hard penis, which she had just given a blowjob, waved in her face. And there she sat, exposing her naked body to me, while my cum dribbled down her check and chin and across her left tit just missing her nipple--which was not only erect, but the hardest I've seen it yet.

I dared to look up to see the expression on Beth's cum-covered face, expecting to find shame, or regret, or anger, but instead I saw only bliss.

The next thing I knew, Tamara was at my side pulling on Alan and me to get up. She turned on two of the shower heads and the four of us washed away the mess we had made and toweled ourselves dry. Beth and I then retired to our room, leaving Alan and Tamara to their own devices.

I was anxious to talk in private about what had just happened, but Beth immediately put her fingers to my lips and silenced me. "What happens in the bunkhouse stays in the bunkhouse, so there's nothing to talk about, Greg." She emphasized calling me by my pseudonym to further make her point--that we were undercover and playacting.

"So, you're saying that these circumstances are beyond our control, and we should just go with the flow? That whatever we do here doesn't count as real?"

"That's a good way to put it, yeah. I can't stand that we have to hide like this, and I'm worried about Barry and about what might be on the horizon for us. But in the mean time, 'when in Rome, act like the Romans.' I love you, John, and I know you would never knowingly do a thing to hurt me. Believe me when I tell you that I have no regrets whatsoever about what we just did. If I had it to do over again, I wouldn't change a thing. Now, I have an early tutoring session tomorrow, so I'm going to get some sleep." Beth gave me a kiss on my cheek, and that was the end of the discussion. She climbed onto the upper bunk, fluffed her pillow and rested her head on it.

I still had some studying to do, so I left to retrieve my laptop from my locker. I plopped down in one of the easy chairs at the top of the stairs and began to read. Two hours later, I crawled into my bunk, closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but I was a mixed bag of emotions at that point. I still couldn't believe that Beth and I had just had sex. True, it wasn't out and out intercourse, but it was a form of sexual relations nonetheless. I worried that I had allowed Beth to go too far, and that she was giving me false bravado. I was the man--the older brother. It was my job to watch out for her. But then again, she was the stubborn one who never let me baby her. If she wanted to get wild and crazy, who was I to stop her? Oh well, too late now. At least, I kept trying to tell myself that.

I was still wide awake when Prachi returned after the end of her late shift. In the light that drifted in from the hallway, Prachi could see that I was still stirring. "Trouble sleeping?" she asked.

"I have a lot on my mind."

"Yeah, it's a lot to take in."

Prachi assumed I was talking about the witness security business. I just said, "Yeah, it is." Prachi lifted the top sheet that was my only cover and slid her nude body into bed next to mine. We snuggled for a bit but then she quickly fell asleep. It had been a long day for her.

I decided to try "counting sheep," but instead of visualizing sheep, I replayed in my mind all of the firsts that had happened to me recently: my first time running for my life; my first time trying to solve a true-life mystery and dealing with federal agents; my first time seeing my sister naked--and accidentally feeling her up; my first real experience with public nudity; my first orgy; my first time having sex on camera; and my first time getting a blow job from my sister.

When I got to the last one, I resolved to stop worrying about what it might mean to my relationship with Beth--that I should just enjoy the experience for what it was. So, with a stunningly beautiful, exotic and naked woman sleeping by my side, and with my lovely and naked sister sleeping just a few feet away, I told myself that I must be the luckiest guy on Earth. And, finally, I fell asleep.

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The next morning, I was awakened by a call on my new cell phone. It was Agent Wilkins. He said, "We identified the man in the photo. He's a low-life private investigator and part-time bounty hunter. He calls himself Jackson Wolfe, even though his real name is Wells. He works for an outfit called Ironsides Security and their client list is known to include members of organized crime. I sent Agent Larsen over to get a warrant to tap all of his phones.

"The good news is, as bounty hunters, they're trained to use non-lethal force to subdue people. So, if you come across Wolfe again, or any of his buddies, you can probably count on them stopping short of shooting at you with live ammo. Whoever hired them, wants you alive. Normally, I tell civilians to cooperate with assailants, but in this case you'd be better off to give them the slip, if you can. And, call me, of course, with the code I gave you," he concluded.

I said, "Okay, got it. I'll pass this information on to Beth. And thanks. It's nice to finally know what we're dealing with."

Wilkins said, "You're welcome."

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Chapter 8: Takedown

Later that afternoon, just as I was coming off a lifeguard duty shift at the pond, Wilkins phoned again. "Listen, don't panic but a half dozen of Ironsides bounty hunters are going to descend on the resort in about an hour. Toni and I are on our way to you, but they'll get there first. Now, I could call the local police to stop them, but our intelligence says that Ironsides is only acting on a hunch. They aren't certain you are at the resort. So, I'm thinking it would be better if we let the bounty hunters come, not find you there, and then leave none the wiser."

"Okay. We have an escape route all set."

"I figured you would. Use it. Hide out for two hours and then come back. If the Ironsides crew hasn't left by then, I'll deal with them and then we'll move you. But if we can fool them, then after that the resort will be the last place on Earth anyone will look for you. Any questions?"

"No, but you should know that our escape route requires swimming and this phone isn't waterproof. So, we'll be cut off from communications. If Beth and I don't think it's safe to come back, then it may be a while before we can call you from a pay phone."

"Understood. Good luck."

I had been walking towards the main building from the moment Wilkins said, "don't panic." As soon as we finished talking, I closed the phone and took off at a dead run for the day care center.

Beth was giving a math lesson to four adolescents when I interrupted. I said, "Pardon me kids. I have to speak to your teacher for a second." Then, addressing Beth directly, I said, "I have some urgent questions about that Red Cross training you're helping me to set up." Red was our codeword for we-gotta-go.

Beth turned to the oldest student and said, "Millicent, please take over for me. If I'm not back before the end of the hour, your assignment for tomorrow is to do the even numbered problems."

"Yes, Ms. Karen."

As soon as we were alone in the hall, Beth said, "Did you say Code Red?"

"Yes. But we need to find Prachi first."

Prachi was at her usual post in the gift shop, about to ring up some candy purchases for three freckle faced kids. "Hey kids, I need to talk to Prachi here. The candy is on me. Now go." The three kids didn't have to be told twice. One was even cheeky enough to grab a few more candy bars on the way out.

Nobody was around, but still, I pushed Prachi and Beth into the office and closed the door.

I told them, "Wilkins called. Jackson Wolfe and a bunch of his buddies are coming here for a second look. They'll be here in about 45 minutes. So, Beth and I are to swim across the pond and hide for two hours. Hopefully, the bounty hunters will look around, not find us here, and be satisfied with that. Then we can come out of hiding. My only concern is if the Ackers say anything."

Prachi said, "No problem with that. They're not here. Amy told me they were taking the boys to an amusement park for the day. They won't be back until 10 or 11. Hmm, I'll even change the computer to make it look like they checked out this morning without a forwarding address."

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

While we were talking, I noticed that there was a roll of clear packing tape on Vicki's desk. I powered off the prepaid phone and wrapped it up in tape until I thought there was enough to make it water tight. Then I wedged it into the arm band that held my name tag.

When I was done, Prachi took me by my shoulders and kissed me, and then Beth grabbed us both in a group hug. A second later, Prachi pushed us away. "Now, go."

I'm a better swimmer than Beth, but she's a faster runner, plus she was wearing tennis shoes and I only had on sandals. She darted off and stayed ahead of me all the way down to the pond.

Steve, the lifeguard on duty, didn't think anything of it when Beth arrived on the beach running, but when he saw me round the corner at top speed he assumed there was a lifeguard emergency and came rushing up to meet me. "Is there a problem?"

"Sort of. Actually, Karen and I need a favor, no questions asked. We need to get to the other side of the pond without anyone noticing. So, after we swim out to the middle of the pond, can you cause some kind of distraction up here on the beach so that all eyes will be on you?"

"Sure. I guess so. What's this all about?"

Beth said, "I'll explain later, I promise." She kissed Steve on the cheek, and said, "You're a doll." Then she handed him her tennis shoes, which she had just kicked off. Her socks were stuffed into one shoe and her garter band and name tag into the other. "Hide these somewhere, will you?"

Beth was thus completely naked when she shot out ahead of me and dove off the end of the dock--in perfect form. But, as I said, I'm the better swimmer, so I easily caught up with her just as Steve started blowing his whistle and making a ruckus up on shore. The distraction worked, allowing us to make it the rest of the way across the pond unnoticed by any of the resort guests.

We swam under the tree roots and paused to look back towards the resort. So far, so good. "How are you doing?" Beth whispered to me.

"I'm fine, but I lost the cell phone. It slipped out of my armband about halfway here. You?"

"I'm fine. Too bad about the cell phone, but it was a good try."

We watched for a moment longer, and still nothing was happening back at the resort. I said to Beth, "I'll go up first and dig up the gear. Give me a head start and then follow."

Beth nodded, but didn't say anything as she kept her eyes on the resort.

I panicked for a second when I couldn't find our gear right away. We had buried the rucksack with a piece of rope attached to it, and the other end of the rope was supposed to be exposed, so all I would have to do was grab the rope and pull. But the rope was nowhere to be seen. I finally found it hiding under a tumbleweed.

Even though I took so long fetching the gear, Beth still had not joined me. Cautiously, I doubled back to see what was keeping her. Beth was neither where I had left her, nor anywhere in between. Puzzled, I started to worry, but then I heard her behind me. "Pssst! Over here." She had taken an alternate path up the bank, which was apparently quite muddy, because Beth's naked body was covered in mud streaks from head to toe. "Here, let me put this on you." She held up two big lumps of mud that was the consistency of modeling clay. That's when I realized that the mud streaks were indented to be camouflage on purpose.

"Smart," I told her. I took off my name tag and stowed it in the rucksack while Beth began to apply the mud to my back, ass, and legs. I took half the mud and spread it around my front. I then inspected her backside and added a few streaks to break up the pattern of her tattoo.

When we were done, I hoisted the rucksack onto my back, and Beth asked, "Which way?"

"Let's go south along the tree line for a bit so we can keep the resort in view, and then turn west through the citrus groves." Beth nodded and took the lead.

I followed her for about 10 minutes. Then, she stopped and signaled me to turn around. Beth opened a side pocket of the backpack and pulled out a small pair of binoculars. "Is there any chance someone could see a reflection off of these lenses?"

I thought for a second. "No. The sun is behind us."

"Good. I'll be right back." Beth put the binocular strap around her neck and then got down on her hands and knees and crept up to the edge of the tree line to take a look. I thought to myself, it's a good thing that Beth's ass is pointed in my direction and not the other way, because those pink folds of hers would attract all kinds of attention.

A minute later, Beth backed up very slowly, and then stood up. She came close enough to me that the binoculars dangling between her breasts were also pressed against my arm and then she whispered to me. "There's a woman dressed in a black uniform with the words 'Bail Enforcement' written on her back. She talked to Steve and then she said something into a walkie-talkie, and now she's scanning the pond."

I nodded to show that I understood. "Time to go," I whispered back. We went west, away from the pond. After fifteen minutes, we entered an orange grove. The large trees were mostly covered in leaves all the way to the ground, but there were holes that we could be seen through if someone was really looking. At least, we weren't out in the open.

We decided to stop for a minute and rest. I was even about to open up the rucksack to pull out some clothes for us to wear, but then we heard the squawk of a walkie-talkie somewhere behind us.

Looking around, I noticed a dry irrigation ditch about 20 yards away. I pointed to a spot where a large pile of leaves had accumulated. The pile was easily big enough to hide both of us.

Beth got there first and climbed down into the ditch. I handed the rucksack down to her, and she pushed it in under the pile of leaves. She then crawled in after it, keeping to the right side of the ditch.

I crawled in on the left side, pushing past Beth until we ended up side-by-side with the backpack at our heads. We allowed ourselves a moment to fidget and try and get comfortable, ending up in what anyone else might think was a lover's embrace. Beth's head came to rest on my shoulder with my arm running down her back. She arranged her arms on either side of my torso, essentially hugging me to her. I could easily feel her hard nipples pressed against my chest. My right hand naturally landed on her ass cheek and she didn't seem to mind me resting it there.

We laid still like that for a good 30 minutes. Early on, we heard another walkie-talkie squawk in the distance, but nothing happened after that.

That is, nothing else happened outside the ditch. Inside the ditch was another story. I couldn't help it when I grew an erection. Being this close to a naked girl as hot as Beth, even though she is my own sister, who could blame me? Right? Well, Beth didn't complain. She laid perfectly still even as my hard cock pressed against her mons. The only sound that either of us made was our steady breathing.

Eventually, I whispered to Beth, "What do you think?"

Beth shifted a little to stretch some muscles and whispered back, "I think we should go before I can't stand it any longer and make you put that thing inside me." Beth nudged her pelvis against my penis to indicate which thing she was talking about.
"Ha, ha. Very funny."

We climbed up out of the ditch and quickly looked around. The sun was low on the horizon, peeking through the orange trees. It cast long shadows making it harder to see, but it seemed like the coast was clear.

Beth and I both looked a fright. Leaves stuck to us everywhere in addition to the mud, and we also had quite a few scrapes and welts between us.

"Do you think it's safe to head back yet?" Beth asked me.

"Cautiously, yeah. Do you want to get dressed now?"

"Not yet. Let's see if it's safe to wash up in the pond first."

We made it back to the tree line without further incident, and Beth did her thing, crawling up to take a peek with the binoculars, then came back. "They're still at it," she reported. "I don't see the woman anymore, but there's a male bounty hunter on the beach with binoculars searching this way."

"Shit. We should have kept going the other way."

"Let's hope it's not too late." Beth took the lead heading west one more time. But, we didn't take more than ten steps when we heard shouting.

It was a woman's voice from close by. "I got something, over here!"

Suddenly, the women bail agent was right in front of us. "Stop right there!" She yelled as she aimed a shotgun at us. From what Wilkins said, it probably fired rubber bullets, but neither Beth nor I was willing to take any chances. "Get down on your knees with your hands behind your head," she demanded. Beth and I complied.

Keeping the weapon aimed at me, the woman held a pair of metal handcuffs out in front of Beth. "Put these on yourself with your hands behind your back, then stand up and turn around so I can see them." Beth did as she was told. The woman then reached out and tested the handcuffs to make sure Beth made them tight enough. "Now, get back on your knees."

The woman then told me to take the backpack off and toss it aside. She then made me lay down on my stomach. I guess she only had the one pair of handcuffs, because she used a plastic zip tie to bind my wrists. By the time she was done, one of her associates showed up. Together, they escorted Beth and I down to the highway, where a third associate waited behind the wheel of a black SUV.

When I saw that it was their intention to just leave my backpack on the ground where I had tossed it, I yelled, "My backpack! Please, it's got our clothes."

The woman hissed, "Too bad. You should have put them on earlier."

All of a sudden, we heard gunshots and two of the SUV's tires blew out. The driver ducked down and we all dropped to the ground. Then we heard Jason's voice. "This is a citizen's arrest. The police will be here any moment. Everybody stay down and nobody will get hurt." The faint shrill of sirens could be heard in the distance and grew louder as Jason spoke.

A minute later, Agents Wilkins and Larsen pulled up in an unmarked Kia Optima, followed by two black and white police cars. The agents had the police officers arrest the three bounty hunters. They rattled off half a dozen charges, from conspiracy to commit murder, to witness tampering.

Jason and Henry came out of the woods from the opposite side of the highway. They each had a hunting rifle slung across their back, and they had their hands in the air to show they were friendlies. They waited until Wilkins made it clear to the police that Jason and Henry were on their side, and then rushed towards us.

Wilkins said to them, "Thanks guys. That was a big help, keeping everyone pinned down till we could get here. But, since shots were fired, I'll need to take those rifles into evidence, I'm afraid. You'll get them back after the reports are all filed."

"No problem," said Jason. He handed his over and then came running over to Beth and me. "Are you two all right?" He saw that my wrists were bound with a zip tie and pulled out a knife and cut them away.

"We're just shaken up a bit. Nothing serious." I answered.

It took a few minutes to retrieve the keys to Beth's handcuff's from the female bounty hunter. While Beth was waiting, she just stood there on full display to everyone as she glared at the bounty hunters. In the mean time, I ran back to fetch the rucksack and had some clothes out for the two of us by the time Beth was let loose.

Wilkins rode back with the police to book the bounty hunters. So, Agent Larsen drove Beth and me back to the resort, dropping off Jason and Henry where Jason had parked his Jeep along the way.

Larsen didn't let us out of her sight as we showered off the mud, attended to our cuts and scrapes, gathered our things, and put on clean clothes. She only gave us enough time to say goodbye to whomever we happened to pass. That included Prachi, who launched herself into my arms and gave me a long, wet kiss. It felt funny to be hugging her while one of us was wearing clothes. "How long until I can see you again?"

"I don't know. Maybe a year or more. If you're not here when I get back, leave me a note."

"I will. I promise." Before Prachi let go of me, she whispered in my ear, "I can't wait to have sex with you again, but a year is a long time. So, what happens in hiding, stays in hiding. Right?"

She then hugged Beth and kissed her on the cheek. "Take care of each other."

Larsen interrupted them, "Alright, we gotta go now."

As we passed through the lobby on the way back to the Kia, Vicki said her goodbyes to us. "You are welcome back anytime."

Beth said, "Don't worry. You guys have been so nice. We'll be back as soon as they let us."

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They took us to a heavily fortified FBI facility where we were finally reunited with Barry, if only for a few hours.

Barry was already teary eyed when we walked into the room. We hugged him, tight. "I'm so glad you two are alright," he said. "I was worried sick that I might have gotten you captured or killed."

I said, "I'll bet we would have been, if you didn't send us that message telling us to run and meet you at the pier. But I have to tell you, I honestly wasn't expecting you to wave us off when we got there. I mean, if you knew you were being followed, why did you even show up?"

"Actually, I didn't think I was being followed at that point. I honestly thought I was two steps ahead of the bad guys. But, when you gave me the option to have you keep running with a way to contact you later through the classified ads, I jumped at it. I thought I was just being extra paranoid. It's a good thing you gave me that option, because I was barely one step ahead of them, it turns out."

Beth asked, "Who exactly are these bad guys, anyway? The FBI said something about election fraud? What does that have to do with us?"

"Well, you know how my job is to go around and audit different companies?"

"Yeah, it's that Sarbanes--Oxley stuff."

"Right. Well, about five years ago I was auditing a company that makes components for those electronic voting machines. Part of my job is to try and break their security and see how far I can get. Their security was actually pretty good, but I found a back door into one of their servers in engineering. Of course, I reported it to the Chief Technology Officer. He was really worried when I gave him the news. He acted scared, like he thought his job was on the line if I reported this to anyone. I had to reassure him twice that I was working on his behalf. He just needed to get someone to patch the security hole, and then my final report would only list the matter as one issue that was addressed without giving any details.

"He was relieved and thanked me for alerting him of the situation, but something about the way he acted when he shook my hand and practically shoved me out the door of his office made me suspicious. I realized that the next election was coming up soon and that voting machines with those components were already in the field."

Beth said, "Let me guess. You wondered if whoever programmed that back door into the engineering server might have built a similar back door into the voting machines themselves."

"Yes. And I wondered if the CTO was in on it. I felt compelled to talk to his boss, the CEO. The CEO acted genuinely alarmed and assured me he would look into the situation. I left his office satisfied that I had done my job, but I only got as far as the elevator when I realized that I had left both copies of my report on his desk. I had intended to keep one copy for my records, so I doubled back to his office to retrieve it. But, before I could knock on the CEO's door I heard him shouting into his phone at the CTO. 'You've got to do something about this Barry Dayton. He knows too much. Find a way to shut him up. And do it now!'

"Of course, I hightailed it out of there. I didn't know what to do. That was a Thursday night. I called in sick the next day, thinking that would give me three days to think things over, but that was a mistake--a fatal mistake. Now they knew that I knew that something was up."

I was alarmed. "A fatal mistake? Are you telling us that mom's death was no accident?"

Beth looked at me surprised, "What?!?"

I said, "Mom died on Halloween night, which would have been just a few days before Election Day. And she was driving Barry's car. That was no ordinary hit and run. Whoever it was, he was gunning for Barry in order to shut him up. Huh, Barry?"

"I'm so, so sorry kids. I torture myself every day wishing it was me in that car and not your mom." Barry reached out to hold our hands but Beth pulled away from him.

"Don't touch me!" She got up and moved so that I would be between her and Barry. I turned to face her and she put her arms around me. We cried on each other's shoulders for a long time, several minutes at least.

Eventually, Beth released me and found a box of Kleenex to dry her eyes. She turned to Barry and said, "I'm sorry Barry. I know it's not your fault. I overreacted." She hugged him.

"It's okay. I understand your grief. Believe me; I miss your mom as much as you do."

I asked, "So what happened after that?"

"You probably don't remember, but the next morning while your mom was still in surgery and we were all in the waiting room, some guy in a suit who said he was from the insurance company handed me a sealed envelope. I didn't open it until much later, but when I did I found that it did not contain any insurance papers. Instead, it contained a threat. There was a photo of the two of you, and across your faces someone wrote in block letters, 'They're next if you don't shut your mouth.'"

"The next day I called the CTO and apologized for missing work. I assured him that my final report would be on his desk soon and that he didn't have anything to worry about. I emphasized that last part about not having anything to worry about. A few months later, I turned in a glowing report, and moved on to audit another company. We've had a truce ever since."

Beth asked, "Then why is all of this coming up again after five years? Why now?"

"It's the hit-and-run driver--the guy they hired to send me a message. He got caught doing it again to somebody else, and so he's turning on the guys who hired him to get a reduced sentence for himself. As part of the arrangement, he also confessed to killing your mom, and that he was hired by that CTO. I didn't know any of this at the time, just that a detective called me to say that they were reopening your mom's case as a homicide and that he wanted to ask me some questions. I knew I had to act fast to protect you two, so I sent you that message and then I ran, myself. I decided I had no choice but to talk to the authorities, but I wanted to make sure you two were safe first.

"Right after I left the pier that day, I realized that I was being followed. So, I drove in circles until I was almost out of gas, to give you guys as much time as possible to get away. Then, I went straight to the nearest police station and turned myself in. It took two days of talking before I could convince anyone to take me seriously about you two being in danger. Finally, I was handed over to Agent Wilkins and you know the rest."

Beth spoke for both of us when she said, "I'm really glad we have you for a stepfather, Barry. Mom would have been proud of the steps you've taken to keep us safe. But you don't have to worry about us anymore. We're in good hands and we'll do everything they tell us to do and not risk exposing ourselves. So, you just focus on doing whatever you need to do so that mom's killers finally get the justice they deserve."

Beth and I said our final, teary goodbyes to Barry, and then turned to Agent Wilkins. "What now?"

"You each fill out this questionnaire about your education, skills, and interests, and then we figure out a couple of cover stories that make sense. John, you're close enough to graduating, that we'll just give you a degree and then set you up in a job somewhere. Beth, we'll probably set you up as a transfer student to another college somewhere."

Beth said, "Wait a minute. Are you saying that you are going to split us up?"

"It would be safest for everyone."

Beth wouldn't hear it. "No way! It's bad enough you're going to keep us away from Barry. Not each other, too."

Wilkins considered it. "The best cover stories are the ones that people find the easiest to understand. If you two insist on staying together, then the simplest cover story would be to say that you are newly married. Can you pretend to be married for as long as it takes?"

Beth answered, "Yes. That works for me."

I shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

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I'm not allowed to talk about where Beth and I ended up in hiding or how we got there, except to say that the climate was warm, so Beth and I found ample opportunities to shed our clothes and bask in the sun.

The local Wit Sec operatives only knew us by our cover identities and a case number. They thought we were actually a married couple. So, of course, the day that we moved into the apartment that had been arranged for us we saw that there was only one bed. "Hmm, just like at the motel that first night," I commented.

Beth shrugged. "Well, at least this one is a queen. That other one was only a twin."

It was the end of a long day of traveling, but we had very little luggage to unpack, so less than twenty minutes later Beth happily stripped off all of her clothes and climbed under the covers to sleep. "Aren't you coming to bed, my husband? It's been a long day."

I stripped down and joined her, then doused the light on the nightstand next to me.

Beth snuggled next to me. "I don't know about you, John, but I really don't want to give up having sex for however long the trial lasts. But, at the same time, I don't think it would be wise for either of us to get involved with anyone around here and blow our cover as a married couple. You see where I'm going with this, don't you?"

I nodded. "Siblings with benefits?"

"Yeah, but let's not call it that. I'd prefer to think of it as keeping in character, for purely practical reasons, I assure you." Beth giggled because by that time my penis had grown hard enough for her to feel it pressing against her. She reached down and began to massage my penis and balls with her hands. "Oh, John! You are so accommodating."

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Epilogue

Beth and I were forced to play the young newlyweds role for eleven whole months while the trial plus two subsequent appeals ran their course. If anyone asks, we were only pretending to enjoy marital relations during that time (three or four times per week). There was also the matter of the witness tampering charges leveled against the bounty hunters who harassed us. Fortunately, they all pleaded out or turned into witnesses themselves, so Beth and I weren't needed to testify about any of that.

During that time, Beth celebrated her twenty-first birthday by getting her nipples pierced, and she talked me into getting a tattoo on my arm. I went with a simple rope design surrounding my bicep.

It was the end of June when we finally got our old lives back, almost one year to the day from when this all started. In the mean time, WitSec had put all of our stuff into storage and rented out our house. The tenants were still there, and we didn't feel right about kicking them out, but that meant we didn't have a place to live.

"No problem." Beth suggested, "I can't wait to go visit everyone at Pleasant Hills, anyway. So, let's just stay there for a while." I, of course, was all for it, but Barry freaked out. Beth insisted that he had to join us, though. We'd been separated from him all this time, and she wanted some long overdue conversations. "Besides, there are some people there that I really want you to meet." Barry eventually came around, but only committed to giving nudism a try for a week. Beth smiled and said, "I'll take it." I thought to myself, Just wait until Barry gets a load of Beth's clean shaven pussy and pierced nipples.

Vicki was ecstatic when we phoned ahead. She was happy for Beth and me to take up where we left off with tutoring and lifeguarding. She was also eager to meet Barry.

When we got there, Vicki personally set Barry up in a private room and showed him around the resort. Beth pointed out to me that Vicki had a lot of the same qualities as our late mother and that Barry just might fall for her. "I'll bet they're sleeping together by the end of the week," Beth said. She was wrong. It only took two days.

I, of course, couldn't wait to find Prachi. "She's down in the bunkhouse getting ready to make a supply run for the Fourth of July party. If you hurry, you can catch her and go with."

I caught Prachi just as she was climbing into the diver seat of one of the resort's shuttle vans. I called her name and her head snapped around at the sound of my voice. "Greg! I mean, John! You're home!" She stepped out of the van and hugged me and kissed me ferociously, as if she was my war bride reunited after a long tour of duty apart. "I missed you so much," we both said in unison.

I was still dressed from traveling, so she told me to get in the van and we made the supply run together, talking and catching up the whole time.

For the trip into town, Prachi wore red, white and blue: She had put on a short denim skirt, a white V-neck T-shirt, and a pair of red leather boots. The material of the T-shirt was thick enough not to show the details of her nipples, but it was still easy to tell that her breasts were unfettered. She naturally grabbed the attention of every guy at the warehouse store. I'm sure most were wondering if her being braless also meant she was walking about sans panties. (Of course, she was.) They obviously hoped to get a look up Prachi's skirt, and Prachi happily obliged by bending over at every opportunity.

After our return, and after the supplies were unloaded and stored where they needed to be, Prachi dragged me back to the bunkhouse and made love to me. I kicked off my shoes and socks while Prachi stripped my shirt off me and together we unzipped and shed my pants and undershorts.

Once I was naked, Prachi reached for the hem of her T-shirt to pull it off, but I stopped her. "Leave that on for now. The skirt and the boots, too." I pushed her down onto a bottom bunk and ran my hands up under her shirt to explore the feel of her breasts with my fingers, sight unseen. I played with each nipple until they became hard. Then, I reached under her skirt to play with her ass and manipulate her pussy and clit.

"That's more than enough teasing, John." Prachi pulled her skirt up to bunch at her waist and then took my cock, which was quite hard by then, and guided it home.

It felt good to be home.

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