"Welcome to Hananiah Summer Camp, everyone! I'm Joshua, the site director here. I hope you all have a great time for the next six weeks," announced Joshua Whitmarsh, my new boss. I was sitting in a small auditorium, flanked on either side by step-family.
To my left was Baoqing, my older step-sister. Her dark honey eyes watched the site director intently, as she held a pencil poised above the page, eager to take notes. Her mouth was impassive, as usual, but I could tell from the sparkle in her eyes that she was excited. Her midnight black hair rested against her scarlet shirt that cruelly hid her perfectly petite breasts from my view. A tight pair of dark blue jeans clung to her thighs and ass. A cream-colored collar, decorated with a black iron cross, wrapped around her elegant neck.
I had dated Baoqing for a while after we had first met, but once our parents got married, it became a bit awkward to explain why a brother and sister were dating. We ended things on friendly terms, though, and were still extremely close. Baoqing often added benefits to our friendship, as well, a situation I was more than happy to be a part of. Sometimes she needed to relieve some stress, and I would walk into my room to find her on my bed, waiting for me hungrily, eager to use me to bring herself to orgasm. It was so hot to be used that way, like a sex toy. To be honest, I think we were better off as friends (with the occasional benefit) than as a couple, anyway. Baoqing was intelligent, lovely, erudite, and had one hell of a talented tongue, but she didn't have much of the emotional warmth I was looking for. I needed someone loving.
To my right was Eva, my younger step-sister. A pair of short denim shorts just barely covered her ample behind. Her black and electric blue hair was in a wild, messy ponytail that made her look like she had just finished a drumming concert, or a passionate round of lovemaking. The first was more likely, though. She was a gifted drummer, but a better cocktease. I was certain she would be an excellent lover if she would only satisfy a guy, but I think she enjoyed making guys squirm instead. I fantasized about the day I'd be able to fuck her and make her mine...
Eva was doodling with a bored look on her face. As I watched her draw, she put the finishing touches on a very detailed drawing of a hard cock, and I started to fidget in my own chair. I smiled to myself as I observed Eva's drawing of my cock on her paper. Step-sister or not, I couldn't stay soft knowing a girl was fantasizing about an erection, and I felt myself stiffening within my boxers. I placed my notebook onto my lap, hoping to hide the growing bulge within my boxers before either Baoqing or Eva noticed.
On the other side of the room was Winxia, my step-mother. Her dark, narrower eyes were focused on a book she had open on the table, reading rather than listening, her massive breasts resting gently on the table, almost overflowing out of her low-cut dress, a springy outfit, with a yellow background and covered in floral patterns. She was an extremely attractive woman. Her beauty and youthfulness and charm disguised her age, and to me, she always felt like a peer, rather than a parent.
But it was a bit strange to see my sisters and mother so fully-dressed. You see, my step-family is nudist. I first met them a year ago, last summer. Since then, my father and I had become nudists as well, and so it was a rare day that I saw my family wearing much more than smiles. Now that they were clothed once more, the urge to see them naked and free once again was already growing within me. The fact that their bodies were hidden made me want to tear off their clothes, reveal them, expose them.
The Hananiah Summer Camp was a sort of educational-recreational summer camp. Winxia, my step-mother, had been hired for the summer as an instructor for an art class, and when they had contacted her, they had needed a few more RAs for the kids, so she asked the Baoqing, Eva, and I whether we wanted to work, and we agreed. Money's money, and there weren't a lot of people willing to pay us for hanging out at a nudist resort all summer. We had arrived earlier today and gotten settled in before a weekend of meetings and training before the children arrived. I was already bored and regretting that I hadn't brought my new book with me to read.
The meeting slowly trickled by as administrator after administrator stood up to welcome us and deliver monotonous and repetitive information. By the end, even Baoqing had stopped paying attention, and she began to write poetry in the margins of her notes. Finally, blessedly, it was time for dinner, time to escape the purgatory of meetings for the day.
After a satisfying dinner, the staff got together on the grassy courtyard outside our dorms for an ice-breaker. Emily called us together. She was Irish through-and-through. She was only here for the summer, so her accent was strong, giving her voice a charming brogue that was delightful to listen to; a calming, comforting, caring accent. Her celadon eyes were almost as eye-catching as her large but firm chest, sticking proudly out, showing off her plentiful cleavage in her emerald green tank top. Her exposed bosom was milky white. Her hair was a rusty red and curly, reaching down past her shoulders. Her cheeks were a healthy pink, her body was zaftig, full, plump, but far from fat. Her face had a patch of freckles on either side of her button nose. I had noticed her in the dining hall and had spent more time staring down her tank top than looking at my meal.
"Alright everyone!" Emily called in her musical voice, "We're going to play a game called Lap Tag to get to know each other. First, I need everyone to take out their cell phones and everything, take off their shoes, and get into two circles: one inside the other. Pair up with someone else." She paused while we removed our things and slowly shuffled into positions. As soon as I sat down, Baoqing paired up with me, while Winxia glanced at us with a knowing smile before finding her own partner. Once we were properly arranged, Emily sat down by herself and continued her directions.
"Now, there are the two circles, and one person alone. The single person calls two names from the inner circle, and those two have to try to crawl to the single person. No getting on both feet! Their outer partners have to stop them from reaching me. You can grab them or wrestle them or tickle them if you like. Just don't hurt anyone on purpose. Oh, and make sure you take off your shoes to avoid any accidents. Does everyone get the game?" she asked. We all nodded or voiced agreement. It seemed simple enough, I thought, and as I looked over Baoqing's shoulder down at her delightfully, deliciously flat chest, I realized this could be a fun game if I arranged an accident or two ... Emily hadn't mentioned anywhere being off-limits to grabs, after all.
We began by saying all our names, and Emily called Winxia and Thomas for the first two names. Both of them struggled against their captors, Winxia showing a ferocity I rarely saw in her, but Thomas managed to escape first and crawled his way towards Emily. Thomas sat down behind Emily as she rested happily between his legs, ready to be called at any minute.
As I waited for the next round, my hands hovering over Baoqing's thighs, she started wiggling her full bottom against my crotch. "Bao!" I whispered harshly, "What are you doing?"
She turned her head towards me and answered with an amused smile, "Distracting you, little brother." She reached one hand behind her and gripped my hardening dick through my shorts' thin fabric. "Is it working? I am quite competitive, and I intend to win this game. I apologize for any inconvenience," she said with far too much cheer for a sincere apology. Her hand softly and slowly stroked my cock through the fabric of my shorts, the only thing keeping my hard-on from plunging into the step-sister in my lap. It certainly was working, but not quite well enough. When Baoqing's name was called, I wrapped my arms around her before she could escape my grip. My hands ended up luckily and firmly planted on her proud, perky breasts as she struggled and squirmed against me. Her toned ass rubbed and grinded against me, a teasing torture, while I felt her nipples harden against my palms. The pliable softness of her breasts filled my hands. I squeezed her tightly, and noticed something.
"You're not wearing a bra?" I whispered, just barely keeping my grip on her.
"No," she explained. "I am unused to clothes anyway, why would I wear more than I need to? I have no panties on, either. Besides, you have much experience with my breasts. You should be aware that they are not large enough to require much support." She looked down at her chest, still covered by my strong hands, holding her tightly against my body as she struggled and squirmed futilely against me. "Besides, I believe you are providing more than enough support currently. A bra is quite superfluous."
I hissed in frustration, feeling my rising erection digging against her. Fortunately, I heard a round of applause and when looked up, one of the other players, Richard, had reached victory. I gently released Baoqing, who sat behind me as we waited for the next names to be called.
A few rounds later, my name was called and I easily escaped from Baoqing and made my way behind Emily. Her bouncy red hair rested gently on her back. Once I sat down and got into position, she gently pushed herself back against me and my still-rigid dick. We gasped in unison and I worried what she would think.
"Matthew, you didn't take out your cell phone?" she asked with a hint of concern.
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