The Windy Pines, My Fourth Summer, Part Two
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Chapter 26
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 26 - 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
I told her everything. Well, almost everything, starting from the beginning. Mom laughed at some of my stories with Kara and her friends. When I told her how they acted when I first ran into them in the trees, she scrunched up her face, her eyes growing hard.
“I have always hated girls who acted like that.” She fumed. “Always thinking they are better than everyone else and picking on those who aren’t as confident in themselves as they are. Thankfully, Sara didn’t have any friends like that, aside from Liz.”
I completely agreed with her on Liz, she was a bitch from her head down to her toes.
When I explained how the girls wanted to explore sex and stuff, Mom raised an eyebrow at that.
“I didn’t have sex with them,” I hurried to explain. “But I did give them some orgasms, I just didn’t do it with my dick.”
“Let me guess, they went crazy, didn’t they?” Mom grinned.
I hoped that the mention of my dick would draw her eyes down to my profoundly hard cock, but her gaze never left mine. Not even for the briefest of moments. I didn’t let that affect my mood though and didn’t let the way she completely ignored my erection ruin our happy reunion.
“Oh yeah,” I nodded slowly, smirking.
I finished giving her the play by play of what happened with each of the four girls. She really liked Ellie and started giggling when I told her about the hot tub and the two old ladies who were trying to coach her. I liked Ellie too, that was a fun night, and I would have loved to have a few more like it with her.
That brought me to the night I met Jeff and Sheila at the house.
“I haven’t seen Jeff or Sheila in years!” Mom exclaimed. “I can’t wait to catch up with them.”
“They were all excited when I told them you were coming to camp.” I smiled and Mom giggled. “We’ll be able to smell it when Sheila starts cooking breakfast!”
“You don’t want me to make you breakfast?” Mom gave me an accusatory look and I flushed. “Seriously? You’d rather eat over there?”
I didn’t dare open my mouth to answer that question and gave her the smallest nod I could.
“Fine, I guess we’ll have breakfast with Jeff and Sheila this morning,” Sheila sighed. “Until then, tell me more about what’s been going on with you.”
I smiled and told her about the first night I met Stephanie and Shawn. I told her about Shawn and Stephanie racing down the hallway from the bathroom. How cute Stephanie was and how Shawn was always smiling and wanting to explore everything. How the three of us hit it off immediately and we went to the hot tubs in the retiree section of camp.
“That sounds like another pair of kids I know,” Mom teased. She was referring to Sara and myself and I blushed. “What about their older sister, Michaela?”
I explained how shocked I was when Michaela came out from the bathroom and how I was probably drooling and making a fool out of myself.
“So, Michaela didn’t go with you to the hot tubs?” Mom asked, and I groaned.
“No, she didn’t,” I answered. “She asked if she could stay there at Grandma and Grandpa’s with Jeff and Sheila.”
“Really?” Mom looked confused.
“Yeah.” I shook my head. “She is trying really hard to act like she isn’t a kid anymore. Really, really hard.”
“Uh oh.”
“Yeah, you’ll see for yourself,” I explained. “Oh man, wait until you hear about what happened at the swinger section of camp...”
“I’m going to go take a shower,” Mom announced, standing up with her empty coffee mug in her hand. “We don’t want to be late for Sheila’s amazing breakfast now, do we?” The sarcasm in her voice wasn’t lost on me, nor was the eye roll when she emphasized the word ‘amazing.’
“Okay,” I nodded my agreement.
“You should probably wake up Stephanie.”
Oh shit, Stephanie!
I started to panic, and I could feel the blood rapidly draining from my face. I had to talk to her right now! I need to explain everything to her. Shawn too for that matter. I decided to tell him the moment I saw him at breakfast. But for now, I needed to tell Stephanie and that needed to happen before she did or said something that could lead to complete and utter disaster. Something like, ‘So, how long have you and Sam been having sex together?’
There was no telling how she would react to that line of questioning. I could only guess and imagine that it wouldn’t be good.
I chastised myself for not telling them sooner. I should have just told Shawn and Stephanie yesterday when we were cleaning the cabin, or hell, when we went grocery shopping. That would have been perfect. Keeping everything a secret had been stupid on my part. Really damned stupid!
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” I replied nervously and moved to follow her inside and potentially head off Stephanie just in case she was already awake.
I craned my neck trying to look through the door of the cabin around my mom as she walked inside. I was scared Stephanie was already awake and when I didn’t see her under the blankets right away, I really started to panic. When Mom was far enough inside that I could get a proper look, I saw Stephanie curled up in a ball and just the top of her head poking out from under the blankets.
“Looks like she’s still asleep,” Mom whispered, and I nodded, feeling incredibly relieved. “Go on and wake her up. I’ll be out in a few minutes so we can head over to Jeff and Sheila’s.”
I smiled and stealthily made my way to the bed, lifted the edge of the blankets and slid in next to Stephanie. She made a little whimpering noise and shifted her position to fit and mold into my own. Mom stood there watching and grinning. It wasn’t until I had wrapped my arms around Stephanie that Mom smiled and continued walking to the bathroom so she could take a shower.
As soon as Mom was out of sight, I leaned forward so that my lips were just over her ear, kissing it lightly.
“Stephanie, it’s time to wake up,” I whispered and kissed her again. “Come on, wake up sleepy head.”
Stephanie flinched, her shoulders coming up in defense as a way to fend off my lips’ attacks on her ears. She could have just covered her head or rolled over, but it didn’t seem she was willing to move away from my body.
I had wrapped my arms around her, but I drew them back, letting my fingertips rest gently on her sides, just below her arms.
“Don’t make me tickle you,” I growled playfully, and I heard her take in a sharp intake of breath and tense. She was obviously awake but was trying to fight off having to get out of bed. I tried a different tactic. “I need to tell you something important, but I need you to get up.”
Stephanie didn’t move. If anything, she started breathing slower and deeper.
“Alright, I warned you,” I whispered in her ear again. I pressed my fingertips a little firmer into her sides and paused for only a moment before I attacked, and Stephanie shrieked!
“No! No! Stop!” Stephanie yelled, between fits of uncontrolled, hysterical laughter. Her arms were flailing and her elbows swung at my hands as they tickled her sides mercilessly in an attempt to dislodge them from her. “Please! No more! I can’t take it, stop please!”
“Are you going to get up?” I asked, pausing my attack for a second. Stephanie’s face was glowing, and her hair was horrible, a disheveled mess of knots and tangles from her attempts to escape. She furrowed her brow at me and growled, her extremely sexy chest heaving.
“Does it look like I’m ready to get up?” She harrumphed, scowling.
I grinned at her and that only made her even more mad at me. Mad enough to make the unwise decision to go on the offensive. In no time flat, I had her on her back, her eyes were wild, and she was kicking and flailing as she cackled in a very unladylike manner. I could help but laugh at the scene below me.
I didn’t know how much longer Mom was going to be in the shower, so I led Stephanie outside to sit on the porch swing with me. She eyed me warily, not sure if I was going to attack her again. I wasn’t going to, but I couldn’t stop grinning which kept her on the defensive, just in case.
“You sure you’re not going to tickle me again?” Stephanie asked, still holding her arms protectively along her sides.
“I told you I promised I wouldn’t,” I replied.
“Yeah, like I am supposed to believe that!” Stephanie spat. “You’re just like Shawn.”
“Hey!”
“You are and you know it!”
“Fine, whatever,” I sighed. “I needed to talk to you though. It really is important.”
“What did you want to talk about?”
“My mom.”
That got her attention. Her face went through a series of expressions, everything from shock and horror to excitement and intrigue. Stephanie’s worry about me attacking her again was immediately forgotten and she scooted over to get close to me, her eyes wide and waiting for me to say whatever it was I was going to.
“So, you know how you kind of assumed that my family and yours were a lot alike...” I paused and Stephanie nodded, smirking. “Well, that’s not exactly true.”
“Of course, we’re not exactly the same. That would be weird and...” Stephanie was waving away my comment, treating it like nonsense and her eyes suddenly shot open, and her hands flew up to cover her shocked expression. “What!”
I tried to smile, but it looked more like a guilty grimace, and she was not at all amused.
“Sam, I need you to explain exactly what you mean,” Stephanie demanded. “Right now.”
I told her everything and she just stared at me, her mouth hanging open the whole time. She couldn’t believe what I was telling her. You could read that much by her facial expressions.
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