Chapter 10: The Bear Necessities

When the stepsiblings got back to camp, both parents were still lying in the sun but Celia had changed to a one-piece suit instead of her bikini from earlier and looked decidedly unhappy.

“Everything okay?” Shannon asked. Her mother just frowned.

“Bit of an accident ... ruined her suit bottoms,” their dad said, pointing to a plastic bag hanging from a nearby tree.

“Hmp,” Celia hmped, and crossed her arms.

After dinner (hot dogs!), Evan’s dad slapped his son on the back and suggested that they go for a hike. Evan looked back at Shannon but she shooed him away with a nod. They took a different route than Evan and Shannon had a few hours earlier.

“Hey, Dad?” Evan asked as they tromped along, far enough to be out of the women’s hearing range.

“Yeah?”

“You were adopted, right, so you don’t know if your biological dad had the same ‘super sperm’?”

“Yeah.”

They continued hiking in silence ... clearly Evan’s father didn’t want to discuss his lineage, but Evan figured that this was a good time to ask some other questions he’d had on his mind. “With our, uh, sperm, did it ever cause someone’s personality to change?”

“Ha! Oh, yeah. Uh, you want me to tell you some details, or you gonna get grossed out?”

Evan considered. “I’ll stop you if it gets gross.”

Adrian used the science class dropper to drip some of his sperm into the open hole of the twist-open Gatorade cap that stupid bitch Catherine had been drinking from. She insisted on Catherine -- not Kate or Cathy -- probably after Catherine the Great from Russia that they’d learned about in history class ... the girl was certainly haughty enough; she knew she was hot. His task complete, he moved back across the picnic table to watch the other 18-year-olds playing badminton on the beach in their swimsuits. Soon enough, Catherine strode back to the picnic table in her blue-and-white striped bikini, her tanned skin dewy with sweat. Adrian made sure to keep his attention on the other girls, though he kept his blonde target in his peripheral vision.

“You’re not gonna play?” she asked as she lifted the bottle up and squirted some of the electrolyte- and sperm-infused drink into her mouth. “Mm...” She smacked her lips and brushed some sweat from her forehead, causing her C-cups to jiggle in her bikini top.

“Yeah, I think I will.” He stood up and peeled off his t-shirt to reveal his toned chest. Still keeping Catherine in the corner of his eye, he noted how she suddenly stopped to stare at his body before he jogged down to the badminton net. After a bit of sweaty activity, when he got back to the picnic table, he found Catherine making out with her boyfriend Brian. However, when Adrian plopped his ass down across from them, she broke the clinch.

“Oh! Adrian.”

“Don’t let me stop you.” He kept his shirt off and his attention on his other classmates taking down the badminton net, though out of the corner of his eye he noted that Catherine hadn’t stopped staring at him.

“C’mon babe, let’s find a quiet spot,” Brian stood and urged her. Reluctantly, she followed him to his car.

The BBQ fired up and the beers came out shortly after that. The recent high school grads weren’t of drinking age yet, but they were on park land and the rangers didn’t care much about a few beers. Brian and Catherine came back, him looking smug and her confused, her eyes flitting to Adrian as she halfheartedly chewed her hot dog.

“Well, gotta drain the main vein,” Adrian loudly announced and headed to the small facilities building down the trail, noting that the sun was slowly drifting toward the horizon, dimming the entire camp and lighting up the water of the lake with a warm, burnt orange glow. When he was done, he heard a female voice call his name from the darkened forest off to the side of the trail but he ignored it and headed back to camp.

“Adrian!!”

Finally, he turned back. “Who dat?” he asked, squinting into the gloom.

“Catherine ... can you come here?”

“This another prank, like from a couple years ago? That was really mean.” He turned back toward the camp.

“No! No prank ... I wanna show you something.”

She sounded plaintive and Adrian smiled. He’d wondered how long she’d be able to hold out ... it had been maybe an hour-and-a-half since she swallowed his sperm. Heaving a loud sigh, he pushed into the copse of trees to see her standing there, looking uncertain. “What do you wanna show ... me...?”

She’d pulled her bikini top off to reveal her glorious C-cups, not as pale as expected ... he figured that she probably tanned naked in her backyard. He looked around. “Where’s Brian?”

She flushed. “Back at camp. Do you like them?” She gave her torso a shimmy to make them wobble-rific.

He stepped forward ... she couldn’t even meet his eyes, her face going even redder. “They’re not bad.” Certainly not compared to Mrs. Haskell’s F-cups, against which he’d compare every woman until the day he died.

She gulped. “Um ... can I suck your dick?”

He crossed his arms. “You still haven’t apologized for pantsing me.” Stupid bitch had done it in front of everyone at the pool, and every man knows what happens down there when you go swimming, as well every woman that watched that Seinfeld episode.

“I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!” She dropped to her knees in front of him. “Please?” She looked up at him now, her eyes pleading, and reached up toward his shorts when he didn’t say no, her eyes manic as she unfastened and pulled them down. “Oh.” His thick six-incher was staring her in the face. “Ohm.” Her warm mouth surrounded him.

“Ohh, that’s nice, you little cocksucker,” he told her and she hummed in satisfaction and bobbed her head upon him.

When a little pre-cum emanated from the tip, she quickly swallowed it, feeling her body heating up again.

Adrian stepped back, his glistening hardness her sole focus as she knelt there. “I want more, Cath.”

She bit back the reflexive retort at the reductive rendition of her name. Her boyfriend had filled two condoms with her earlier but she still hadn’t cum. Something deep inside told her that Adrian was somehow the key to that suddenly-locked door. She stood, pulled down her bikini bottoms to reveal the small landing strip of trimmed, golden hair above her pretty pussy, and turned to brace against a nearby tree. “Please fuck me?”

He got behind her and dragged the head of his cock through the sopping entrance to her vagina. “I don’t have any condoms with me.” He dipped the head inside.

“Engh ... you can pull-UNGH!”

He’d slammed most of his length inside her all at once. “Sorry, I can what?” He pulled halfway back out.

“You ... can pu-OHFUUCK! Fuck me!” She urged him as he thrust back inside her.

“Shh! Don’t want Brian to hear us,” he advised her as he roughly took her like a bitch.

“Mm! Yes, Brian ... oh, Adrian ... holy fuck...”

Adrian reached around to manhandle the brain-blitzed blonde bimbo’s bobbling boobs, using them as handholds in order to thrust into her harder. He knew someone would come looking for either of them soon, so he thrust harder and faster. Soon enough, he felt the telltale tingle from his testicles. “I’m gonna cum, Cath ... wasn’t there something you wanted me to do?”

“Uh! Uh! Fuck me! Ohgodd...”

“Okay, then...” He moved his hands to her cushy hips, slamming into her, feeling the tip of his cock tapping at something spongy deep inside her. “Here ... it ... cums! Ugh!”

“Ohh fuuUUUHHHH!!”

He felt her pussy convulse around his cock as he spurted inside her, her vulnerable insides practically sucking each bolt of sperm-filled semen as deep inside her as possible. He quickly moved one hand over her mouth to muffle her.

“Hnngghh! Ehhhkkkgg! N-kk!” Her vagina clamped down on him one last time, urging the last dregs of his ejaculation to smear onto her spasming cervix before she pitched forward, unconscious.

Adrian felt Catherine’s body slip off of his cock as she collapsed to the forest floor. He thought about pulling his phone out to take some pics, but since she was unconscious they might actually make it look like he’d raped her, so decided against it. He needed no masturbatory inspiration since he’d figured out how his sperm worked. He managed to wake the groggy bitch up after a few minutes of patting her cheek and left her there. Nobody was the wiser when she got back to camp a little after him on shaky legs, though he noticed that she quickly pulled a wrap around her hips, no doubt to hide the evidence of his copious load dripping into her bikini bottoms. He caught her eye and gave her a surreptitious wink, causing her face to redden again.

They managed to get together often after that, and she acted differently with him, submissive, offering her sexy body to slake his lusts as much as he wanted ... and boy, did he want to.

“Jeez,” Evan commented, adjusting himself in his shorts.

“Yeah,” his dad agreed. “I was a sex-crazed teen who suddenly had a mind-controlling super power ... definitely wasn’t thinking about the consequences.”

“So Catherine was all, uh, you said haughty?”

“It means arrogant ... bitch knew she was every man’s dream girl.”

Evan recalled his bullying boss Deirdre and her complete one-eighty. “Then once she tasted your stuff she turned all slave-ish ... did she also get kinda ... lovey-dovey?”

His dad thought for a second. “Yeah, I guess she did. Kept treating her like shit but she kept ‘cumming’ back for more. Ah, good times. Well, back to camp?” He gestured back along the trail.

They heard weird noises off in the distance of the forest. “What is that?” Evan asked.

His dad listened. “Couple bears goin’ at it.”

“Huh ... oh hey, what happened with Mom earlier ... the accident?”

“Yeah ... don’t tell her I told you -- it’s embarrassing -- but her period arrived, big time. Those bikini bottoms are ruined.”

Evan’s eyes widened as his father walked ahead of him on the trail. If Celia had her period then she wasn’t pregnant with his child! He felt the day-old tension leave his shoulders and hummed ‘Everything is Awesome’ from the Lego Movie in his head.

The next morning, Adrian took Shannon on a hike, leaving Evan and Celia back at camp. After slathering some suntan lotion on himself, his voluptuous stepmother asked if he could get her back. She was wearing the same one-piece bathing suit from the previous day, and it had an opening in the back showing off her pale skin. As he applied the lotion, he jumped as he felt her hand on his crotch.

“Mom!?”

The sexy brunette turned on her side but didn’t stop rubbing him. “I’m sorry, Evan ... last night the urge came back ... I need you.” She reached forward, yanked his swim trunks down, and engulfed his hardening cock with her mouth.

“Ohh, fuck ... Mom, please stop...”

She grabbed his buttocks, not letting him loose as she bobbed her experienced mouth onto him, sucking with all the skill of an older married woman.

Evan’s willpower ebbed away at the incredible sensation. Azure, who had done this for money, hadn’t been as good as Celia. He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through her hair. After a few minutes inside her needy mouth, he could feel his orgasm rising. Wondering if he should pull out so as to not reset the one month timer of his stepmother’s addiction to his sperm, he finally just gave up as he felt his load rising. “Urgh! Oh fuuuck!”