Incest/Taboo The Antisocial One

"Very well, lead on," Tate said gesturing for Susan to take the lead.

"So I noticed you don't like being touched," Susan said matter-of-fact as they took the back way towards the groundkeeper's shed. Knowing how that man wouldn't be returning until Wednesday, and only counselors knew of this back path that cut through the thick woods.

"What of it?" Tate asked wishing he had his glasses to fight off the glare of the sun.

"Is like with everyone or just women?" Susan asked peering over her shoulder.

"Exactly why is that any of your concern?"

"I thought maybe it was me you just don't like," Susan said being a little flirtatious.

"I don't like anyone, you aren't that special," Tate said rolling his eyes.

"See. That attitude right there won't get you far in life, namely with women," Susan said turning around to face him once they reached the thickest part of the woods. Knowing that the foliage would dampen their words and moans if she was that lucky.

"Again I ask what concern is it of yours? Just so you know I get a long fine with women," Tate said standing toe to toe with her. He didn't want her to think she could boss him around or snoop into his life unhindered.

"I hardly believe that," Susan said a little taken back by the sinful smirk on his lips. The way the light was filtering through the branches, the way the breeze tugged at his short raven hair, how his cobalt eyes lustered with the fires of sin that lingers within every man. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought the Dark Prince was standing before her.

"Believe what you want," Tate said shrugging his shoulders, "how about you drop to your knees and I'll show you, since that is what you are after, is it not?" Tate's tongue probed the right corner of his mouth after he recoiled from Susan's slap. He hoped that would keep her from nipping at his heels while he was there. What he had said was true. He wasn't a virgin by any means even if he had to pay for it, then again, that was how he liked it. He didn't have to deal with the nuances that went into a relationship, nor did he have to deal with all the touching that came after it. To Tate sex was just that sex he equated no emotion to the act, and the high class call girls he used knew that which is the way he likes it. They get paid, he gets sex quite simple at least to his mind.

"You think I'm just going to fall to my knees and suck you off?! Please like I would ever do that," Susan growled her nose barely touching his. Only to gasp in shock as Tate's hand cupped her womanhood.

"Then tell me why you are this wet that I can feel it through your jeans?" Tate asked running the pad of his finger along her slit. Feeling her tremble as he softly rolled his thumb along her clitoris.

"T-that's none of your business!" Susan said quickly batting off his hand and distancing herself from him.

"If you say so," Tate said shrugging his shoulders, "though it would appear to me you don't like being touched," he said with a cruel smirk. "How about we just get this over with, hmm?" Tate said his fingers taking hold of the brass tab of his zipper daring her to make the next move. His laughter echoed through the forest as Susan hurriedly walked off.

"Did you understand all that?" Susan asked after she had finished going over his duties as assistant groundskeeper. Still a little shaken by Tate's behavior just a few minutes ago. She hadn't calculated that he would be that sure of himself. She would have thought given his evasiveness about his phobia of people he would have been a push over for her. She wasn't prepared for his bold acts. Peering out the corner of her eye while her words said she didn't enjoy the feel of his hand on her cunt, yet deep within her she wished she hadn't brushed him off.

"Yeah," Tate said as he sat in the driver seat of the Gator they had stored in the shed.

"Good. Then I expect you to see you patrolling the grounds after breakfast every morning. Tomorrow I'll be joining you, so I'll know you understand the tasks that have been outlined for you," Susan said looking over at Tate as he turned the wheel of the utility vehicle. Pondering if she could worm her way through that tough exterior of his.

"Oh?" Tate said arching an eyebrow as he leaned forward crossing his arms over the steering wheel. "Are you thinking that constantly being near me will get you what you seek?" he asked with at coy smirk.

"Hmpf! Like I'd ever lay with you," Susan huffed turning her nose up at his, yet all the while peering at him through her eyelashes.

"Aww," Tate teased puffing out his lower lip, "and here I thought who knows you might win me over," he said pestering her mercilessly.

"I see," Susan said narrowing her eyes. She wasn't one to be made a fool out of, and Tate was going to learn that one way or another. "So," she said placing her hands behind her as she slyly stepped in front of the Gator. Smirking as Tate moved back in his seat as she leaned over the steering wheel. Knowing how her t-shirt was hanging open allowing Tate to peer down it if he so chose to. Her hands gripped his forearms tightly, so he wouldn't flee from her. A devilish smirk formed on her lips as she felt his muscles tense underneath her touch. "Are you actually flirting with me, hmm? It seems to me that you are," Susan purred loving how she had put Tate on the defensive. "I would think seeing me naked would be a highlight for you, no? After all I am stunning in the nude," she said her eyes flashed in a mischievous light.

"I am a guy after all," Tate said shrugging his shoulders, "what guy doesn't think about seeing a woman in the nude?"

"True," Susan said, "yet you aren't like normal people."

"Define normal?" Tate said tilting his head to the side. Wondering if he had overplayed his hand. This wasn't how he thought it would be going. Tate would have thought she would've lost interest in him due to his behavior, however, it would seem to him that it aroused her. "To me I'm the normal one, and you're the crazy one. Jane Fulton did once say 'Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results.' So tell me who's the insane one here?" Tate asked bringing his nose an inch away from hers.

"That would still be you," Susan said with a smirk.

"Probably," Tate said with a shrug of his shoulders. A little put off when Susan wasn't making use of the opening she had just created. In his experience everyone took advantage of said opening. Yet he just couldn't figure out why she didn't. Tate knew she most be up to something, and he prayed it wouldn't interfere with his plans.

"Well, since you know what you need to do," Susan said over her shoulder as she walked towards the shed's doorway, "I think we can end this for today. I do think you and I will grow to like one another, especially in the mornings," she said with a devilish smirk before heading back to the Mess Hall.

The afternoon sun filtered through the screen that enclosed porch as Tate typed away. He ignored the chirping of the birds, the chatter of the squirrels that ran from branch to branch, the warm breeze that drummed on his back as his eyes scanned down the screen of his Surface. His ears perked as he heard the gravel crunch under foot.

"Tate!" Becky said throwing her arms around him.

"I thought Susan would have hugged you all day long," Cindy said joining her sister in her embrace of their younger brother. "I was so worried," she whispered sweetly into his ear.

"Why?" Tate asked from the depths of the warmth of their bodies as their breasts pressed against each side of his face.

"Because I know her," Cindy said nuzzling his neck, "I don't want to lose to that woman," she said ominously.

"What now?!" Tate asked confused by her words.

"Shhh," Becky whispered as she stroked his hair. Her eyes glanced over at the screen as she buried her brother face in her bosom. Sneakily closing his Surface she was going to ensure that her brother's mind was solely on them. "Forget all about that," she said her lips brushing along Tate's ear. "Now, I think it's time for you to indulge your sisters," Becky said tucking his Surface underneath her arm.

"Yes," Cindy nodded in support, "and I know the perfect place too," she said running Tate's head in-between her breasts as she rose.

"Then we best get change, that includes you too, little brother," Becky said with a mischievous smirk. "A little swim sounds lovely, doesn't it?"

"Mmmhmm," Cindy purred, "now why don't you go and change," she said pushing Tate out of his seat.

"But...," Tate's words died in his throat once he noticed the looks his sister's were giving him. "Fine," he said in a loud sigh as he headed towards his side of the cabin.

"Sis?" Cindy said as her shirt slid down her chest enveloping her 36D breasts.

"Yeah," Becky said unclasping her bra freeing her 38DD breasts.

"Don't you think it's time we made sure Tate stays ours?" Cindy asked as her low waist, high cut with side straps slid up her thighs concealing her red thong bottoms. Allowing the bottom quarter of her ass cheeks to hang out something she hoped Tate would enjoy.

"But it's against his teachings," Becky said, yet she did long for that very thing.

"I don't know, I would think God would be happy for us, don't you think?" Cindy asked as she walked towards her sister as her own sky blue bikini bottoms rose along her legs. "Did he not allow it when Adam and Eve were cast out from paradise? Did God not allow it when Noah was tasked with repopulating the world after the flood?"

"Yes, he did allow it," Becky nodded following along with her sister's logic.

"Then would God not be happy for us if Tate is the one that brings us calmness, contentment, longing like no one before him?" Cindy asked as her hands ran up her sister's stomach. Cradling Becky's orbs in her hands, giving her nipples a light pinch as she leaned forward placing a sweet lingering kiss on Becky's lips. "Is it any different from what you and I do?"

"N-no," Becky stammered releasing a soft moan the longer her sister played with her breasts.

"Then should we not show our brother what we have to offer him?" Cindy asked lustfully as her tongue curled teasing Becky's upper lip as she pulled away. "Unless of course, you're happy with allowing that woman to use Tate?"

"Never!" Becky growled. "Tate only needs us!" she said with determination.

"Then let's show our brother these gorgeous bodies of ours," Cindy purred.

"Mmmhmm."

"Tate? How do we look?" Becky asked shyly doing a little spin to display her body to him. She wasn't one that showed off her goods per say, yet this was her brother to her mind he was the only deserving one to view her womanly body.

"Umm...," Tate took a dry swallow as he noticed how their breasts bounced with every movement. The way their shorts rode up as they slightly bent over nearly allowing their ass cheeks to spill out from the confines of their shorts, nor could he peel his eyes away as that denim hugged their mounds.

"We'll take your silence as you approve," Cindy said with a devious smile, "although you should wait until we get to my secret spot to really give us your opinion."

"Come, we have only three hours until the dinner bell rings," Becky said looping her arm around Tate's leading him out the door.

"Would you look at that!" Jake hollered out as Cindy, Becky, and Tate neared the Mess Hall on their way towards the lake.

"Ignore him Tate," Becky whispered into his ear, tightening her hold on his arm so Tate wouldn't do anything rash.

"Yes, he's just a loud mouth who doesn't know any better," Cindy said rolling her eyes as Jake and a few others cat called to them.

"You would think this being a Christian camp they would know how to act," Tate said as his sisters directed him towards the path that led to the lake.

"Who would think," Becky sighed.

"Hey! Shake that ass for us!" Their grip tightened deathly on Tate's arms as he fought to turn back and face those rude men.

"Forget about them Tate we already have," Cindy said flipping her hair over her shoulder slyly shooting those rude men the bird.

"And here we are!" Cindy announced as they entered the secluded meadow. The lapping of the gentle waves on the loose sand shore was the only sound filling that quiet clearing.

"Now we can listen and read without interruptions," Becky said bumping her hip against Tate's.

"Maybe you'll enjoy a dip with your sweet sisters," Cindy whispered into Tate's ear.

Tate's heart raced as noted how their bikini tops strained to contain their breasts. His tongue rolled in his mouth to relieve the dryness of it as Becky and Cindy bent over before him. Showing off the roundness of their asses, the detail their mounds that their bottoms allowed to show. His hands darted out before him when he caught a flash of Becky's pink lips as her bottoms became a skewed as she straightened out her towel.

"Well? Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join us?" Cindy asked playing with her top making it appear that she was straightening out the straps of her top. Yet all the while making sure he watched how her breasts moved.

"Yes," Becky said patting his towel that laid in-between theirs, "please do," she said sweetly.

"I think these puppies need some sun," Cindy said offhandedly as she sat upright untying the knot of her top.

"Hmm, yes, I think you have a point Cindy," Becky said as she too undid the knot that held her top taut. Tate quickly covered his eyes as their breasts bounced freely. "Tate, it's okay to look," Becky said pulling his right hand away watching how Cindy mirrored her movements.

"Here," Cindy said overlaying her hands over his as she held his hand against her left breast. "How does it feel brother?" Cindy asked in a sensuous voice.

"Hey now, you can't forget about me Tate," Becky pouted not wanting to be outplaced by her sister. Her eyes darted to Cindy wondering if she saw the slight movement within his shorts. "It's okay Tate, there's nothing wrong with this," she said her fingers traced down the right side of his face. "To us you are the only one worthy to feel us," Becky said softly tilting her head back enjoying her brother's hand on her body.

"That's right little brother," Cindy said leaning over him, "only you are worthy," she cooed taking Tate by surprise. Her tongue explored his mouth as their kiss lingered. Her hand moved down his chest before stroking Tate's hard cock through his swim trunks. "Do you like that Tate?"

"What the hell?!" Tate muttered.

"Shhh," Cindy whispered, "let your sisters take care of you," she said dragging her breasts down his chest. Hoping that Tate enjoyed the feel of them against his skin.

"Yes, you know we are the only ones that know you so well, little brother," Becky cooed as her hand joined Cindy's. "A young man such as yourself needs a little relief every now and again. I know you can't do such in a cabin full of girls," she said in lubricious purr taking matters further than her younger sister. Slipping her hand into her brother's swim trunks, with the back of her hand exposing Tate's hard member to the world as the waistband of his swim shorts slid down below his ball sack. Her hard nipples dancing along Tate's naked chest as her hand encased his rod. The softness of her skin melted into the heat of his erection. Her thumb kneaded the crown of his tool, loving the feel of his precum coating the pad of her finger.

"You know you are the only one we think that is worthy of this," Cindy cooed as she cradled Tate's balls before adding her own touch to that hard pole. She and Becky never gone this far with a man before at least that is what Becky had once told her. They were far from virgins. That ship had set sail years ago when they each took turns fucking each other. "So just relax and enjoy what we are willing to give you...," Cindy whispered sweetly before her cheek brushed along his, "my valiant protector," her breath hot in his ear.

"Now don't you worry about anything, Tate. Cum for your sisters," Becky said increasing the pace of her hand.

"Yes, let us see it," Cindy said before sucking on Tate's lower lip.

"Fuck sis, I'm going to...," Tate panted, his back arched, the back of his head pressed into the ground as rope after rope of his hot white seed painted his chest and stomach.

"I didn't think it would smell so..."

"Strong," Becky said finishing her sister's sentence. "I always wondered how it would taste like," she said aloofly as she gathered a glob of his semen on the tip of her finger. Bring it up to her nose inhaling the scent of the man she had loved secretly. She knew from that day forward she was always going to taste the man that had commandeered her heart.

"No fair," Cindy pouted as she watched Becky sucking her finger clean. "I wanted to be the first one," she said quickly gathering up her own tasty treat.

"Now you go, have a dip and get cleaned up," Becky giggled as she patted Tate's thigh noting Tate's bright red cheeks.

"Now to our listening pleasure," Cindy said holding up Tate's phone in triumph.

"And to get a sneak peak at the fifth book," Becky nodded setting up Tate's Surface at the head of his towel, so she and Cindy could read while listening to what audio files Tate had stored on his phone. After a few hours of sunbathing and enjoy their brother's presence the three of them walked arm and arm back to their cabin.

Thunder shook the cabin as the storm raged on the third night of their stay. The blue light of the lightning flashed through the windows of cabin 22. Cindy curled into a ball in her sleeping bag, her hands covering her ears as the rain pounded the roof of their dwelling. Her body flinched as another thunderclap drummed down on that asphalt tiled roof. Cindy hated thunderstorms. Becky never had that problem who was sleeping soundly in her bunk. Yet Cindy wasn't that lucky as she whimpered into her pillow to keep from waking the other girls within the room. She couldn't take it anymore. There was always that one person that made her feel safe during these types of storms.

Throwing open her sleeping bag, shivering as Cindy wrapped her arms around herself as she tiptoed towards the door. It might be two a.m. in the morning, but she knew Tate wouldn't kick her out. Tate would never say a word or grumble if she woke him up during such times. Now, however, given how Tate had been avoiding them since their time at the lake. Cindy wondered if Tate would keep her safe. She knew how illogical it was to be scared of a simple storm, yet fear was never rational. Nevertheless, Cindy needed the strength of her brother at the moment. Softly closing the door, praying no one saw her leave.

Her light pink t-shirt detailed her voluptuous breasts as the lightning flashed. Her black delicate panties did little to hide the shape of her womanhood when the hem of her shirt rose. Her ass giggled as she raced to Tate's door. Silently slipping into his room, noticing how Tate had fallen asleep working in his bed. Gently lifting his Surface off his lap, placing it in his bag before softly brushing his check.

"Tate?" Cindy whispered.

"Hmm?" Tate mumbled in his sleep.

"Tate, can I sleep with you?" Cindy asked jumping as bright flash of light lit up the night sky.

"Why...," Tate began to say only to have his bed shaken by the concussive force of the boom of the blast of thunder that followed after the lightning strike less then a mile away. "Sure," he said sleepily holding open his sleeping bag. Scooting to the far edge of the bed to give his sister room on the twin mattress.

"Thank you," Cindy said crawling into his sleeping bag. Wrapping her arms around Tate's chest pulling him close to her. Rubbing her cheek against his chest, her smooth leg rubbed against his thigh feeling Tate rubbing her back. That was his way of clamming her down during such a storm, not that she was complaining Cindy drew comfort from it. "You're a good brother, so sweet to me," Cindy whispered placing a lingering kiss on his cheek.

"Let's keep that to yourself, okay?" Tate said in a yawn.

"Of course, I'll take it to my grave," Cindy said smiling into the darkness. Her body stilled as her knee brushed against Tate's hard-on. "Tate?"

"Hmm?" Tate mumble on the verge of sleep.

"I can take care of that for you, that is if you want me to like we did at the lake," Cindy said as her hand slowing inched closer to her brother's groin.

"Sure, knock yourself out," Tate said not really understanding what his sister was asking.

A devious smile graced her face as a wicked thought darted across her mind. She knew Tate was nearly back to sleep otherwise she doubted he would have agreed. Yet Cindy wasn't content with just giving Tate a hand job, no, she wanted to know how her brother's cock tasted like. It was going to happen sooner or later. Why not now? The sleeping bag slid down her back as she straddled her brother's body. Ever so slowly Cindy gently pushed down Tate's underwear. She didn't want Tate to awaken at least not yet. Knowing how he had avoided them for the past three days. It was her hope that he wouldn't wake up just to leaving her longing for his presence all over again, and this time she doubted Tate would simply ignore them.

Her breath was caught in her chest as the lightning highlighted Tate's cock. Her mouth watered as she became hypnotized by its pulsations. Her heart raced, her nerves were on edge at the sight of the very first cock she was going to suck. Licking her lips as she drew closer to it. Listening to her brother's slight movements as her breath flowed over that hot appendage. Her eyes glanced up to ensure that Tate hadn't awoken. Watching for any sign that he was playing possum as she flicked out her tongue.

"You got this Cindy," she said to herself before her lips touched that bulbous crown. Her hands were planted on either side of Tate's hips as she sank down on her brother's cock. Her eyes fluttered as she held it firmly within her mouth. Slowly she started to rock her neck mimicking all those porn actresses she had watched to prepare herself for this moment. Adding her hand into the mix feeling her saliva coating her hand as she increased her pace, although not so much to wake her brother.

Savoring the taste of Tate's cock as the minutes ticked by, yet she yearned to feel his cum exploding across her tongue. To have that hot seed filling her mouth to the brim. Arching an eyebrow as she felt the sudden swelling of his cock as her tongue teased it. Her eyes flew wide as felt something striking the back of her throat. Quickly easing back so she wouldn't waste this chance of his cum going straight down her throat. Squeezing her eyes tightly as she tilted her head back at the odd taste of it. It was one thing to have a small taste, however, this was a huge load that was sitting on her tongue. In three swallows her brother's cum sat within her stomach. Rolling her tongue at the aftertaste it left as she peered down at her brother's sleeping body. A loving smile spread across her lips as she listening to his steady breathing. Hoping for the time when she could properly show him just what she looked like with his root firmly planted in her mouth,

"Cindy!" Becky hissed as she stood over her younger brother and sister. Her arms crossed, her hazel eyes burned in her fury that Cindy had slept in Tate's bed; and a little annoyed that Cindy hadn't took her along with. "Get out of that sleeping bag right this second before the girls wake up. How would it look...," her words died in her throat as she tossed Tate's sleeping bag open. Her anger boiled over at the sight of her near naked sister as she had wrapped herself around Tate during the night. She could feel her cheeks burning hot at how Cindy had her hand firmly attached to Tate's cock.

"Morning sis," Cindy said with a sleepy triumphant smile. "You won't believe what I did last night," she whispered as she stretched.

"You can tell me later," Becky said trying to keep her voice below a whisper so not to wake Tate. "Now get out of his bed and go get in your bed before anyone wakes."

"Mmmkay," Cindy said her hand cupping her yawn. "I sucked off our brother," she whispered into Becky's ear, "and I swallowed it all," her ass swayed as she exited Tate's side of the cabin.

Becky's eyes glanced towards the door, then to the clock, and back down at the empty space beside her brother. Chewing on her lip wondering if she could get away with it. There was still three hours until breakfast, and she knew Cindy could take care of the girls first thing in the morning. It wasn't fair that Cindy got to spend the night laying next to Tate when she too wanted the same thing. Not that she was sleepy far from it. Her night was quite restful, so it wouldn't hurt if she stayed for two hours and sneaking out of his room just before seven. Nodding to herself knowing if Cindy could do it than so could she. Cindy wasn't special. Easing herself down onto the mattress, watching to see if Tate stirred in his slumber as she slid her legs into his sleeping bag. Inch by inch she nudged her body closer to his. Instantly she felt her nipples harden once her braless breasts pressed against Tate's bare chest.

Sighing in content as she felt his warmth soaking into her as her left leg brushed gently against his. Her eyes darted to his lips. Remembering how Cindy was the only one that got a kiss yesterday. She was not going to be left out! While it was only a simple peck on the lips, yet that one brief contact at least to her it seem to finally set the last link in place. An hour had passed since she had lain there snuggling against her brother. Her eyes shot wide as she felt his hand slip into her panties cupping her ass in his sleep. Biting her lip to keep whatever may inadvertently escape her lips enjoying the touch of the one she had secretly fallen for years ago. While they weren't fully blood related to one another given how she and Cindy had the same father and Tate was born from a drunken one night stand or that was what her mother told her when she was pregnant with Tate. That was the reason what she and Cindy didn't share in those gorgeous eyes that Tate had. Yet that didn't mean anything to her, Tate was her brother nothing was ever going to change that not if she had anything to say about it.

Her breathing quickened as she felt moisture gathering in her honey pot. She so wasn't going to lose to Cindy. Cindy might have gotten the first blowjob there were plenty of other first that they had yet to hurdle. Slowly reaching over plucking Tate's right hand off the bed, watching for any sign of awareness. Her muscles trembled as she fought to keep her excitement from ruining everything. Oxytocin flooded her mind as his hand slipped into the front of her panties. His fingers dancing along her waxed danced floor. The tips of her fingers guiding his as they brushed along her dew laden labia.

"Please Tate, don't wake up," Becky pleaded with her sleeping brother as she parted her lips with his index and middle finger. Maneuvering the tip of his middle finger slowly around her entrance. A soft moan managed to slip through her clench teeth as she sank that finger into her hot snatch. Gently Becky began to rock her hips on that one lucky appendage, yet it wasn't enough she need to feel more of her brother inside of her canal. Letting out a huff as she added another, her cunt inhaled his fingers as Becky gave into the lust she had hidden for so long.

"Yes Tate," she whispered low as she felt her orgasm nearing. She knew how much this would irk Cindy to no end. Which was fine given how she had given Tate a blowjob. However, Cindy hasn't experienced the feeling of having their brother give her an orgasm. "Yes Tate, make me cum," Becky whispered in want, "make your sister cum for you. My pussy is only for you baby. It will always be eager and welcoming to you," she said low rubbing her clit against the palm of his hand. "F...k," Becky bite down on her tongue to keep herself from yelling out as her body convulse from the sheer bliss of the climax that was flooding her body. "Yes Tate, feel how wet you make my pussy," she said as she rode out her orgasm.

All through the day Tate caught glimpses of his sisters acting oddly around him when they weren't at whatever activities or when Becky wasn't busy taking care of her charges. It perplexed him greatly. He vaguely remembered Cindy coming into his side of the cabin last night but nothing else. However, when he did wake up his fingers had a weird smell to them. If he had to guess it smelled like dried pussy. Tate pondered on just who came into his part of the cabin once Cindy left? He had no idea when she left or when his fingers were used as a masturbation aid. All he knew was he was alone when he woke up and his fingers smelled like dried pussy juice, which wasn't hard for him to recognize the scent given his encounters with escorts. He just prayed it wasn't Susan. Four days he had fended off her advances and still she was still after him. Not that Tate didn't find her attractive, nevertheless, he didn't have to make the chase all that easy for her either.

"Hey Mute Boy!" Jake called out as Tate left the rear of the Mess Hall after his time doing dishes to keep the director happy.

"Oh, if it isn't the would-be gigolo," Tate said sarcastically causing Dianna to snicker behind Jake's back. "You do realize I don't have money to pay your hourly rate or is this a pro bono?" he asked with an amused smirk. Again Dianna giggled as did a two of the guys with Jake. Given his time in the kitchen Tate had heard quite a bit about Jake. "So are you like going after guys now since obviously word has spread around camp about you?"

"I'm not gay!" Jake growled taking Tate by the collar of his t-shirt. Only to be sent to a knee as Tate bent his thumb back to the breaking point. Jake struggled for breath as Tate's fingers dug into his throat cutting off his air supply.

"I warned you not to fuck with me and yet here we are. You on the ground and me about to choke you out. So let this be a lesson to you once you wake up," Tate said darkly as Jake pawed at his hand. "I do wonder how you're going to play college ball with a broken thumb," he said cruelly.

"Tate!" Susan cried out rushing down the steps of the porch. "Just don't stand there help me you idiots!" she shouted out at the two guys that tagged along who appeared to be getting a kick out of seeing their friend laid low by someone smaller than Jake. Yet it took all her strength to keep Tate from doing any bodily harm while they pocketed their phones.

"Y-you fucking psycho!" Jake said his voice horse from the grip Tate had on him. Trying to stand up yet quickly sunk back to a knee when he became light head.

"What?! I warned you, is it my damn fault you failed to heed that warning you fuck nut!" Tate said bucking trying to kick Jake in the head.

"Just you wait I'll...," Jake's voice died in his throat as those cold cobalt eyes turn murderous.

"If you even think of touching either one of them. I wonder how you will disappear!" Tate growled.

"Get that idiot out of here before Tate actually does it," Susan ordered holding Tate in a full nelson hold.

"My, oh my," Dianna cooed once Jake and the others were gone. Giving Susan a glance who nodded shooting Dianna a smirk as she did. This was what they had planned on that Tate would become aggressive once Jake opened his mouth. "It's a wonderful thing to see a brother so protective of his sisters," she said seductively walking up to Tate.

"Let me the fuck go," Tate huffed.

"Only if you promise not to go after Jake," Susan said pressing her breasts against his back.

"Yes, why would you want to deal with that arrogant man? When we're more than willing to entertain you," Dianna purred. She had worn her tank top that hung loosely to her chest. Allowing most of her 32C cup breasts to be viewed by the naked eye.

"Right," Tate said rolling his eyes, "how do I trust that you didn't set this all up?" he asked trying to wiggle his way out of her hold.

"Please," Dianna said waving off his statement, "like you are that interesting or cute enough to go through that much trouble."

"We simply want to welcome you here, to make you feel at home here at camp," Susan said, her hands trailed down his neck releasing her hold on him. Pressing him closer into to her chest so that Tate could feel every inch of the roundness of her breasts. "And who knows you might enjoy being with us," she whispered salaciously into his ear.

"Mmm, yes, we all know what Jake is about," Dianna cooed, "you on the other hand are a mystery that I think we need to get to the bottom of," she said her tongue flicking against her teeth. "It's okay to be protective of your sisters especially from that man. He only ever wants one thing - Sex. But you aren't like that are you, Tate?" Dianna asked sandwiching Tate between the two of them. Her eyes flared as she felt his growing bulge pressing against her clit through the thin material of her boy shorts she wore over her bathing suit bottoms.

"I think we best take this somewhere more...private," Susan said shooting Dianna a coy smile. "We wouldn't want to broadcast this to the whole camp, now would we?"

"You honestly think I'm going anywhere with you?" Tate asked biting down his anxiety as the two women hemmed him in.

"I think you will Tate," Dianna said reaching down stroking his cock through Tate's shorts. "I doubt you would want to walk around the camp with a hard-on, especially since it was awaken by us," she purred.

"Mmm, yes, now your mind might not like us, this," Susan said reaching down batting Dianna's hand away, so she could get her own feel of his cock that she has been working so hard to get. "You did start this you know? Did you not enjoy touching my hot, wet pussy before, hmm?" she asked nibbling on his earlobe. "Did you not blatantly rub my clit telling me to get on my knees and suck you off? I do believe you did," Susan whispered her breath hot in his ear. "Now here I am willing to do just that, don't you want to know how well I can suck this cock of yours? Don't you want to know how well my pussy can take care of this hard tool? How tight it is? Milking this cock as my folds wrap around it?"

"Yes, and you wouldn't want your sisters to find out about that, nor would you want the director to know he does tend to kick people off the camp grounds for such things. Now how would you protect you adorable sisters from Jake when you aren't here to keep an eye on him, hmm?" Dianna asked wondering if that was the motivation Tate needed.

"Fine, lets just get this over with then," Tate said coldly eager for the last few days to fly by.

"Trust me Tate you won't regret fucking me," Susan purred before taking hold of his right wrist. "Come. I know the perfect place where we won't be interrupted," she said leading Tate back into the Mess Hall.

"I can't wait to show you my body," Dianna said pressing her body against his. Allowing Tate to feel her breasts without the hinderance of a bra. Her bathing suit top didn't truly count since it didn't actually offer any kind of support for her heavenly orbs.

"Since you have had sex before then the sight of a woman's body shouldn't leave you flustered like all the virgins that populate this place," Susan said over her shoulder. Pulling out the key for the pad lock that barred the door that led to the closed down portion of the Mess Hall that the land owners wanted to keep private. "This way," she said with a coy smile waving for them to enter. The wooden floor boards creaked and groaned from their old age and lack of general use as Susan tugged Tate up the stairs to the loft that overlooked the dinning hall.

"You're so not going to regret this," Dianna giggled as she helped push the relucted Tate up that flight of stairs.

"So you say," Tate said rolling his eyes.

"Trust me Tate," Susan said wiggling her ass for him in her tight denim shorts. "Once you have seen me naked nothing is ever going to replace my image," she said in bold confidence.

This Tate doubted. The image of his sisters breasts flashed to the forefront of his mind as neared the top of the stairs. His checks flushed with heat remembering how they felt as Becky and Cindy pressed and dragged those glorious mounds of heavenly flesh along his stomach. The way their hands felt caressing his hard member as they worked to milk his cock. Tate doubted that anything they had instore would be anywhere near what his sisters had done. If he had to guess the sight of his own sisters jacking him off would stay with him far longer than whatever happened this day. Stepping onto the top floor of the Mess Hall, Tate's eyes scanned the dusty loft noting how a futon mattress had been placed in the middle of the floor. Candles dotted the area awaiting the time when that flicking spark of fire would bring them back to life. He had already had a suspicion that this was all a setup just to get him up there, this setup only reinforced that nagging feeling.

"Tate," Dianna said dropping her tank top to the floor as Susan lit the candles to set the mood, "I'm going to make you feel good," she said before plunging her tongue into Tate's mouth. Her hand reached down softly stroking Tate's growing rod.

"Look at me Tate," Susan said as her bra kissed the floor. The candle light flickered across her naked chest, its orange light danced across her low range B cup breasts.

"Now I expect you to keep your dog away from my sisters," Tate said pushing the metal prong of his buckle through the corresponding hole as the two cum covered women quivered on the mattress. "If you don't well... I wonder how this camp would enjoy knowing how much you moan," he said evilly before leaving Dianna and Susan on that soaked futon mattress.

"What the hell?!" Susan said as her body rocked from the aftershocks.

"Who would think that boy knew how to...," Dianna shuddered as a wave of pleasure flooded up from her womb.

"Fuck," Susan bit down on the mattress as Tate's cum gushed out of her cunt, "there's so much of it."

"I'm so going to fuck that boy again," Dianna said dreamily, "of course, that is after my legs stop shaking," she said with a satisfied smile.

"Mmmhmm," Susan nodded.

The days flew by since that day, whether or not Susan and Dianna had another turn at Tate no one could say expect for Tate himself. As for Tate himself he was eager to be gone and home, however, short his stay would be. He could hear the girls rushing around the cabin in a rush to pack before the bus left them behind. He had already packed and was ready to go once breakfast was over. His head turned as his phone vibrated on his bag. Arching an eyebrow seeing a text from Cindy and Becky. His heart raced as his screen was flooded with sensuous pictures of his sisters in various poses. While they were still clothed his mind had no problem picturing them topless. Then came a single word text from Becky.

"I can't wait for our trip and the time we will spend alone together."

"Tate? Once we are gone from home, your sweet caring sister is going to show you things you would never dream of." Cindy sent shortly after Becky.

"Hey! I'm going to head to the bus, okay?" Tate called out once he left his side of the cabin. Using his bag for cover as he reposition himself.

"Okay, we're going to need a tad bit more time here," Becky said leaving the chaotic scene that was taking place behind her.

"Tate!" A chorus of female voices rang out pushing Becky aside as they surrounded Tate.

"You got to sit with us!"

"Yes, you must!"

""Please!" They looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Umm..." Tate felt like a cornered beast.

"Sorry ladies," Cindy said leaning against the doorframe shooting her brother a sly smile. "But Tate will be sitting with his sisters, so we can go over his plans for his trip to LA," she said blowing Tate a kiss.​