The Windy Pines, My Fourth Summer, Part Two
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 20
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 20 - The Conclusion of The Windy Pines Saga Sam's now at Camp without his family. After what happened with Mom right before he left, he's got a lot of thinking to do, and a lot of wondering about what the future holds. Between the other campers and some visiting friends from his parents' youth, it might be a wild summer...
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Mult Teenagers Consensual Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Grand Parent Group Sex Swinging Nudism Slow
The last two holes were crazy. There was no other way to describe it. Shawn and I were still winning, but if Stephanie and Sheila won the next two holes, they would win the match. Our one-hole lead didn’t feel safe at all now. All that confidence and bravado from the front nine was gone. Not considering the lengths Stephanie and Sheila were willing to go to win.
“Come on, dude,” Shawn tried to do his best impression of a pep talk. “We can do this!” I nodded, but my eyes slid off the side where now Sheila was openly fondling Stephanie.
“I don’t know...” I gulped. Watching Stephanie’s nipples get somehow even harder from the way her mom was toying and teasing them. I wanted to feel them. Suck on them. I wanted to—
“Snap out of it!” Shawn growled, grabbing my shoulders, and turning me so my back was to the girls. “Look at me, don’t look at them.! We have to try to focus on these next two holes, alright?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I swallowed and nodded. “We can do this.”
My voice wasn’t nearly as confident as I had hoped, but Shawn still nodded and gave me a small shove to the tee box of the seventeenth hole.
Since the girls won the last hole, they were first up and Stephanie made her way to the tee box, smiling as she swayed suggestively with each stride. The seventeenth hole was one of the mystery tube type holes. You had to choose to hit the ball into one of three tubes. If you picked the right one, in theory, the tube would send the ball to the lower section where the cup was.
When she got there, she made sure her back was towards us and looked over her shoulder and winked. That’s when she shifted her feet shoulder width apart and bent over at the waist and placed the ball in the tee off area. When she bent over though, she didn’t bend her knees even a fraction of an inch and the results were a perfect, unobstructed view of the smooth lips of her sex.
I know Shawn said I was supposed to ignore what they were doing, but how do you ignore that? All she needed was a flashing neon sign strapped to her back that read ‘Fuck me,’ and even that wouldn’t have been as suggestive as what she was doing.
With an immense force of will, both Shawn and I turned away from his little sister so we wouldn’t have to watch her antics any more than we had to. So, with neither Shawn nor me watching, she took her shot.
“Yes!” Stephanie cheered, and we both spun to see what had happened. Her ball was nowhere to be seen so she had obviously managed to hit it into one of the three tubes. We watched the lower section, waiting to see where the ball would come out. There was a thunk noise and Stephanie’s ball came racing out of the far-right tube and ended up five or six feet away from the cup. “Dang it! Sorry, Mom. I thought for sure that was going to be the right one!”
“Don’t worry about it honey,” Sheila said, before looking back at me and Shawn. “Mommy is really good at getting balls in the right holes.”
Shawn sucked in a gasp of air that almost whistled as it passed his lips at that comment. I on the other hand suddenly felt lightheaded with the lack of blood flow to my brain. Shawn and I looked at each other and I imagined the shocked look on his face mirrored the one on my own.
“Are you sure you two don’t want to watch?” Sheila asked.
Shawn and my eyes were locked on each other. That was the only safe place to look but when his mom asked that, I saw his eyes twitch. He wanted to look and, frankly, I wanted to know if she was going to do the same thing Stephanie did.
Then we heard a soft, muffled moan, and both of our heads snapped to look at his mom and what was happening. The moan wasn’t from Sheila, it was from Stephanie because Sheila was standing behind her daughter, her arms wrapped around Stephanie’s torso. One hand was squeezing on Stephanie’s tits while the other was wedged between her legs. The moment Sheila saw us turn, she grinned. Evilly.
“Jesus, Mom!” Shawn gasped.
Sheila gave Stephanie a kiss on the cheek before releasing her and setting her ball down on the tee box area.
Oh fuck! I looked away. My throat was shockingly dry all of a sudden.
I heard the impact of Sheila’s putter hitting the ball and turned to see which hole she had hit it into, but I was a hair too slow. I think she hit it into the middle one, but I wasn’t sure. Both Shawn and I hustled to watch the bottom tier below for her ball. A second later, her ball shot out of the left tube and rolled right at the cup.
“No, no, no!” Shawn said. The ball kept rolling, end over end. Sheila had picked the right hole, she was going to make a hole-in-one and then the sound of the ball hitting the bottom of the cup rang out. “Damnit!”
“Woohoo! Hole-in-one!” Stephanie jumped up and down. “Nice shot, Mom!”
“Looks like you’re up, boys,” Sheila said, her eyes flicking down to our erections that were standing proudly out from our bodies. “In more ways than one. Good luck, you’re going to need it.”
“Don’t mess up,” Stephanie teased. “Do you need help finding the right hole?”
“Oh, shut up, Stephanie,” Shawn growled. “I know exactly which hole you need me to go in, don’t I?”
I wasn’t sure why, but that comment hit Stephanie like a ton of bricks, and she immediately flushed a deep, crimson from the top of her head and all the way down her chest.
“What was that about?” I asked, suddenly confused.
“Stephanie likes it when—”
“Don’t you dare!” Stephanie snapped, and Shawn smirked. Even Sheila snickered at that comment.
“I’ll tell you later,” Shawn whispered softly enough that only I could hear him, and I smiled and nodded.
“What did he tell you?” Stephanie demanded. I shook my head in reply. “You have to tell me!”
“Sorry, I can’t,” I said, shrugging.
“Uh oh,” Sheila smirked. “Looks like Stephanie’s going to be in for a treat later.”
“But Mom!” Stephanie exclaimed.
“Did you see which tube my mom hit it into?” Shawn asked, ignoring his little sister.
“No, did you?” Shawn shook his head, his brow furrowed in contemplation.
We both just stood there for a minute, staring at the pipes, neither one of us offering a suggestion.
“You two having trouble picking which one to go for?” Sheila asked. “I told you two to watch me. If you would have listened, you would already know which one was the right one.”
“Gee, thanks Mom,” Shawn deadpanned.
“Well, your mom’s came out of the left tube down there,” I said, pointing at the lower level of the green. “Maybe we should try the one on the left.”
“There’s no way the tubes are that simple.” Shawn groaned. “That’s what they would want you to think.”
“It could be that simple honestly, but you’re probably right.” I agreed, sighing. “Well, which one should we try?”
“I’ll go for the one on the left just in case it really is that simple.” Shawn declared.
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. If it’s not though, which one should I try?”
“I have no idea,” Shawn chuckled.
“You really think it might be the one on the left?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Stephanie and Sheila stood off to the side watching and Shawn set up his shot. He got himself lined up, aimed, and swung. He hit the ball harder than I thought he needed to, but it went right in the middle of the left tube. Perfect.
The ball clanked and rattled its way through the tub and we both raced over to watch where it came out.
“Come on, come on!” Shawn was pleading. “Be the right one, please!”
The wait for the ball to emerge was agonizing. When it finally dropped out and started rolling on the lower platform, Shawn jumped up, arms raised, and fists clenched. He had picked the right one. Now the only thing that was left was for the ball to fall into the cup and it did just that.
“Yes!” I yelled, reaching my hand up for high-five.
“That’s what I’m talking about!”
“Good job, honey,” Sheila smiled, and Stephanie just growled, taking her ball and putter to the next hole.
When the four of us made it to the eighteenth hole, we all congregated around the tee box.
“Looks like we get one more shot,” Sheila said.
“We’re going to win this one!” Stephanie announced. She was so confident that it was as if she could see the future.
“I think you’re forgetting we are still winning by one,” Shawn smirked, and Stephanie scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out at her brother. “Even if you did manage to beat us on this hole, it would be a tie.”
The eighteenth and potentially deciding hole was deceptively hard. There weren’t any crazy obstacles, turns, or drops. It was perfectly straight and completely flat. What made it hard though was that the putting green was only about six inches wide all the way up to the cup, which was twenty feet away.
To make matters even worse, there were no walls to stop the ball from rolling off the sides, and if it did that, the ball dropped down a cliff about a foot and it would be impossible to hit it back up onto the putting surface. That meant that if you didn’t hit it perfectly straight and keep it on the putting surface, you would have to start all over again at the tee box.
Shawn and I were lucky for only tying the last hole. That meant the girls were up first again and then we could watch and plan accordingly. Stephanie went first, she always went before her mom. This time, there weren’t any shenanigans leading up to her shot, which had become a mainstay for the last eight holes.
Stephanie swung hard as usual, and both Shawn and I were shocked when she didn’t hit her ball off the side of the hole. It wasn’t particularly close to a hole-in-one, but it was close enough that she would most likely make the next one.
“Yes!” She cheered. “Did you see that? It was this close—” Stephanie held her thumb and pointer finger an inch apart.”—to going in. This close!”
“That was incredible, honey!” Sheila smiled, proudly.
“Yeah, yeah,” Shawn grumbled. “It was a lucky shot.”
“That was all skill!” Stephanie replied, proudly.
“Bet you couldn’t do it again,” Shawn pressed.
“That’s the thing. I don’t have to because I did it the first time. So there!”
“You’re just chicken.” I don’t know what Shawn was trying to do, but Stephanie completely ignored that last comment. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
“Come on, Mom,” Stephanie yelled. “Sink that putt!”
Sheila took her turn but unlike Stephanie, she was still making sure she was making it as hard as possible not to drool over her. When she saw both Shawn and I were staring, she smirked and shimmied her body side to side. Those small movements did amazing things with her ass and boobs as she got ready to hit her shot.
When Sheila hit the ball, we all watched as it rolled right down the middle and stopped about a foot in front of the cup. Both Shawn and I let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh, Mom,” Stephanie gasped. “That was so close!”
Sheila turned to me and Shawn, blew us a kiss, and started walking down the end of the hole where Stephanie was already waiting somehow.
“Alright dude, last hole,” Shawn said.
“Do you want to go first?” I asked. “Or do you want me to?”
“I will,” Shawn nodded. “I got this.”
Shawn, full of confidence, walked up the tee box, and lined up his shot. Two steady, controlled practice swings later, he was ready and addressed the ball. He looked down at the cup and back to his ball.
“Let’s go, you can do this,” Shawn muttered to himself.
I moved to the back of the hole so I could watch the path the ball took. When Shawn hit it, I knew it right away.
“Shit!” Shawn cursed.
It was going to fall off the edge of the putting green. It was veering dangerously to the left. It was going to take an act of God or some sort of divine intervention for it to not end up off the edge and he would have to try again.
Sure enough, about three quarters of the way down the six-inch wide green, it tumbled off the edge and Stephanie started whooping excitedly, jumping up and down as if she had already won the hole. I hadn’t even hit it yet.
“Sorry dude,” Shawn said, turning to me. “I thought I had that one.”
“It’s okay,” I replied and moved to take my turn.
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