The Windy Pines, My Fourth Summer, Part Two
Copyright© 2025 by Fanlon
Epilogue
Coming of Age Sex Story: Epilogue - 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 drive home felt like it took days, not hours like it should. No one said a word. Not me, not my sister Sara, or either of my grandparents in the front seats. It was deathly silent in the car, which was fitting. To be fair, no one really knew what to say. I knew I didn’t and because of that, I closed in the walls of the world tightly around me, cocooning myself in my own little impenetrable bubble.
In my secure little world, I stared out the backseat window watching trees, billboards, and the occasional house flying by. My mom was gone, and I didn’t know what to do with that. How are you supposed to react to something or someone, as pivotal as your mother, being so suddenly taken from you? There were a lot of questions racing through my mind. Things that needed explaining to me, but those answers never came, and probably never would for that matter.
Even with the shell around me, I was aware of what was going on in the car, I just didn’t care. Grandpa was watching the two of us through the rearview mirror while Grandma had shifted in the front seat so that she could keep an eye on us. I knew she was worried and frankly, she had every right to be.
My sister was doing better than I was with all of this. Sara attempted to get me to snuggle up with her. I don’t know if it was so that I could comfort her, or maybe the other way around, but I didn’t acknowledge her attempts. I could vaguely see her reflection in my window, but even the hurt expression on her face when I didn’t respond to her didn’t snap me out of my funk and the guilt I felt at how it was all my fault.
We stopped at a gas station. Apparently Grandpa hadn’t filled up the tank before we left.
“I need to run in and make a call quick,” Sara announced.
“Okay, honey,” I heard Grandma reply, her tone sympathetic as she tried to smile but it didn’t reach her eyes.
“Does anyone need anything?” Sara asked before getting out of her open door.
“Maybe something to drink would be good,” Grandma suggested. “Here, get me a Diet Coke and get your grandpa one too.”
Grandma handed Sara some cash.
“He hates Diet Coke,” Sara replied confused, but Grandma just smiled knowingly.
“See if they have Cherry Diet Coke, he won’t know the difference.” Grandma winked, her attempt at a joke falling flat, but that didn’t dissuade her attempt.
“Do you want anything Sam?” Sara asked but I ignored her.
A few minutes later, we were on the road again.
When Grandpa pulled up in our driveway, I sighed, resting my forehead on the cool glass with a heavy thump. The garage door was open, and Dad’s car was parked inside. Sara was right, he had just gone home, leaving us and his wife behind at the hospital.
“We’re here,” Grandpa announced, doing his best to keep his voice chipper and happy.
Everyone started getting out of the car except me. I sat there for a minute longer. I needed more time. My eyes moved to the porch, suddenly curious to see if my father would be standing there, waiting for our arrival. He wasn’t. I let my forehead slide down the window. I’m sure it looked pathetic to anyone watching but at the moment, that’s exactly how I felt. Everyone else’s opinions bedamned.
Grandpa came around to my door. He knocked his knuckles on the glass to get my attention, as if I hadn’t seen him there. When I didn’t move, he slowly opened my door. He had a pained look on his face as he watched me, his hand ready to catch me if I didn’t hold myself up. I thought about just falling out of the car but opted not to.
“Come on, Sam,” He said. “Let’s get you inside.”
I just sat there in my bubble. Maybe, if I sat there long enough, Mom would come out that front door with Dad, smiling and excited to see me. It was a stupid and irrational thought, but nothing I was doing or thinking was strictly rational.
Grandpa leaned across me, reaching to undo my seatbelt and half pulled me out of the back seat and up onto my feet.
“It’s going to be okay, Sam.” Grandpa whispered into my ear, giving me a squeeze as his arm wrapped around my shoulders. “You’ll see. You just need to give it some time.”
Grandma held onto Sara the same way my Grandpa was holding onto me as the four of us walked into the garage. I don’t know who thought that was the best idea, using the garage door instead of the front door, but that’s what we did.
“Once we get inside, I’ll make something for us to eat and let you all get settled in,” Grandma said before opening the door and stepping into the house.
No sooner had the two women stepped foot inside, Grandma gasped, and Sara cried out in horror and grief.
What we found was that Dad has destroyed the kitchen. It looked like a bomb had gone off and a war had been waged. The cupboards that used to hold the glasses, plates, and bowls were open but the everything that had been previously inside were now shattered all over the floor.
Even as I was safely encased in my own little world, the state of the house shook me as I took it all in. My eyes scanning the kitchen, but I didn’t really react to what I saw. No one moved. We all just kind of stood there in the doorway. I wanted to go to my room. I just wanted to shut my door and hide under my blankets until this whole thing was over. With that goal in mind, I just started walking forward, the soles of my shoes crunching over the broken pieces of porcelain and glass as if it wasn’t a big deal.
“Sam, wait!” Grandpa reached to grab me, but I was already moving and out of reach.
“Sara, why don’t you go on up with your brother while your Grandma and I try to get this cleaned up.” Grandma quickly suggested and gave Sara a little loving and gentle shove to get her moving.
I headed straight up the stairs to my room. The rest of the house was equally as disastrous as the kitchen, but I ignored it all as I went. When I got to my room, finding the door open I assumed my stuff would be strewn all over like everything else. Surprisingly, it was completely untouched. I didn’t bother shutting my door and I didn’t take off my clothes like I usually would. I just crawled onto my bed on top of the covers, rolled onto my back, and stared at the white popcorn ceiling above me.
I felt the bed move, the telltale shifting of someone else climbing onto it with me. She didn’t need to announce herself. I knew who it was. Sara scooted in next to me, wrapping her arm across my torso as she rested her head on my shoulder. I felt her trembling and felt the wetness of her tears on my skin as she cried silently into the crook of my neck.
The little shield I’d erected failed in that moment. I tried to hold back, to ward off the emotions that were bubbling just under the surface, but the feeling of the warm tears broke me. My lip started to quiver, and my breath started to catch. I desperately tried to stem off the tears, but it was no use. I started crying. Softly at first, but when Sara suddenly squeezed me and cried out racking sobs, the damn burst. I twisted, wrapping my own arms around her as I held her as tightly as I could as the two of us cried. We cried for what felt like an eternity until there were no tears left me to cry and then we held each other until we fell asleep.
At some point after I’d fallen asleep, Sara must have gotten up, because I heard the sound of the doorbell and I opened my eyes and found I was alone. I heard a small knock on my door. The door was still open, whoever it was didn’t truly need to knock. They could have just walked in.
“Sam?” I heard Sara’s voice. “Sam, someone’s here to see you...”
My eyes shifted down so I could see my doorway, too lazy to lift my head to see her properly. I saw Sara standing there, her head leaning into the room.
“Do you think he wants...” I heard a second voice, a voice I immediately recognized, and my heart started racing.
“Yes, I know he does,” I heard Sara’s hushed reply. “Please, go see him.”
I craned my neck further desperate and praying that it was who I hoped it would be. There was no way that voice I heard was her. Afterall, she was in New York. She was working for her uncle’s law firm. Just then, I saw Laura’s face as she stepped into my room. She tried to smile at me, but it was like she was approaching an injured and corned animal, prone to strike at any moment. She looked genuinely scared that I was going to attack her or refuse her advances if she took one wrong step.
Seeing that face. That one person I thought of as my best friend; I gasped. Our eyes met and the dam I had thought re-erected to hold back my teras was ripped to shreds again without even a word. All it took was a look and I felt raw and broken. I sat up, watching her, seeing her as she moved and then paused, standing mere feet away from me.
“How...” I wanted to ask her how she was here, but I just couldn’t form the words. My eyes filled with unshed tears again.
“Oh, Sam!” Laura took the last two steps towards my bed in an instant. Half falling and half diving on top of me and wrapping me up in her arms. I lost it all over again. It was just like when Sara had snuggled up to me. This time, however, it was worse. I cried horrible, gruesome, full bodied, wracking, screaming sobs as she held me. I wrapped my arms around her, crushing her against me with every ounce of strength I had left.
She didn’t resist at all, she didn’t fight me, she just held me as I let everything pour out of me in in an unrestrained torrent. Waves and waves of emotions rolled out of me until there was nothing left, and my arms finally let go.
“How are you here?” I asked, sniffling, still shocked that Laura was here, with me, in my bed. “I mean, you’re supposed to be...”
“Sara called me,” Laura answered, her eyes somehow sparkling even more vividly and beautifully than I remembered. “She told me about the accident and said that you were going to need me.” I glanced at my doorway to find it empty, Sara had gone, giving me privacy with my friend. “I told my uncle what happened, and he got me on the next flight home. I’ve been here waiting for you to come home for a couple of days now.”
“But—”
“Shh,” Laura placed her fingers over my lips, cutting me off. Her smile was like the warmth of the sun. The way her cheeks flushed, knowing she had surprised me and seeing how much I had needed her. “She called me when you all stopped on the way home. She told me what time you should be here.”
The two of us lay in my bed for the rest of the night. Sometimes we held each other and other times we just talked. I had missed her so much, and it was amazing just to have her there with me. I had no idea how much I truly needed her, but somehow, my sister did. How Sara knew that I’ll never know, but I was so incredibly thankful she did.
Throughout the night, Sara, as well as my grandparents, came back to check on us a few times. No one asked Laura to leave or questioned what was going on. They would just smile at us and then leave us alone. I had no doubt that Sara had explained everything already, so I didn’t need to.
When it got late, there was no debate or question on whether Laura was going to stay with me or not. We just climbed under the covers and fell asleep together, her arms wrapped around me protectively, and her face pressed up against the back of my neck.
When morning came, I woke up feeling ... surprisingly better. There were still dark clouds roiling through my mind, but seeing Laura sleeping next to me allowed the rays of the morning sun to burn through at least some of what was bothering me.
I smiled as I looked at her. I realized then how much of an idiot I was. Here, in my bed, there was someone that was special to me. Someone that I should have made the attempt of being something ... more than friends.
To be fair, we were more than just friends. I think we both knew that, and this visit proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt. Still, I hadn’t done anything about it when I had the chance. I knew she was my sisters age, and that she was going to have to leave to go to school, but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t have at least tried. I couldn’t help but think of what I’d missed out on with her.
She had been so open to nudism and was so excited to try it with only a little encouragement from my mom and sister. That thought brought some of those raw emotions back to the surface, but this time, they were good ones. Who knows what could have happened if we’d tried, or I tried.
At some point in the night, I must have rolled onto my other side, forcing Laura and I to separate. I was no longer wrapped in her protective arms. She was on her side, her knees pulled up slightly, facing me. Her face looked so soft and peaceful, and I didn’t want to wake her.
As if just thinking about her was enough, her eyes fluttered open and when she saw my lying next to her, watching her, she smiled.
“Morning,” she said, her voice soft, tired.
“Good morning,” I smiled brightly.
Laura twisted, her back arching off the mattress as she stretched her arms out over her head. The satisfied sigh she let out when her body relaxed made me chuckle.
“Hey, don’t laugh at me,” she complained.
“Sorry,” I blushed. “You were just so cute stretching like that.”
“Thanks. How’d you sleep?”
“Okay, I guess.”
“You didn’t toss and turn much, but you snored a lot.”
“I did not!” I complained.
“Oh, yes you did,” Laura grinned. “But it’s okay, I can sleep through anything, so it’s not like you were keeping me up all night.”
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t snore.” Laura was about to say something else, but I beat her to the punch. “It doesn’t matter even if I did, like you said. You can sleep through anything. Besides, I need to pee.”
I threw the covers off us and climbed over her and out of the bed. Upright, I mimicked Laura and stretched, feeling my muscles relax as I did.
“Oh my!” Laura gasped. I looked over at her and she was sitting up in bed, her hands over her mouth and her eyes directed right at my midsection.
I looked down and saw a massive erection tenting my shorts.
“Shit!” I cursed, slamming my hands down in a vain attempt at modesty. Thank God I’d left my clothes on when we’d gotten home. “Be right back!”
Laura laughed as I raced across the hall to the bathroom.
I walked in feeling relieved and noticed Laura’s eyes checking out my shorts.
“Ahh, it’s gone,” Laura tried to tease me, but the blush on her cheeks told me it wasn’t just teasing. “Feel better now?”
“Much,” I smirked knowingly, making her blush deepen even further. “You want to get some breakfast?”
“Yeah, breakfast. That sounds good!” Laura climbed out of bed and stopped watching me. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you’re a nudist and you have to be naked to be a nudist.”
I thought about it for a second and felt my heart sink because all I could see was my mother, waiting for me with our special brew. Then I remembered the state of the house when we came home.
“No,” I shook my head, my eyes starting to sting, forcing me to bite back the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm me again. “I don’t think so.”
“I understand,” Laura said, coming and giving me a gentle hug before leaning back and meeting my eyes. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine ... I think.”
“Good,” she smiled. “Let’s go eat.”
The two of us headed downstairs to find Sara sitting at the kitchen table with our grandparents. I looked around shocked to see the room was spotless. Any sign of my father’s outburst had been wiped clean, as if it had never been.
“Dad still here?” I asked.
“No, he didn’t want to be here while your grandpa and I were here,” Grandma answered and the way she said it told me she wasn’t happy about it. “So, he chose to take off first thing this morning.”
“He’ll calm down soon enough,” Grandpa said, trying his best to give Grandma some words of comfort. It was obvious Dad’s attitude was affecting Grandma, but she was doing a good job of putting on a brave face.
“You’re right, dear,” Grandma nodded and then got up out of her chair. “Why don’t you two sit down and I’ll make you something to eat.”
The next few days leading up to the funeral were hard. The phone was ringing consistently. There were all kind of people offering help of all kinds. Most wanted to talk to my Dad, but he never took one of those calls. Not one. He was almost never home and when he was, he went straight to his room, slamming the door behind him. Harder still was late at night, I could hear him crying, begging for Mom to come back to him. Those moments made my chest tighten. That’s a sound I never thought I would ever hear.
I tried not to focus on what was going on with him, instead giving him his space so that he could process and heal. Laura had agreed that was the best thing we could do for him. I just hoped it worked.
Mom’s funeral was terribly hard for all of us. The minister that performed the service did an amazing job, and there wasn’t a dry eye in the church by the end of it. I was shocked to see how full the place was. There were so many people that there were people standing in the aisles and even more in the back room. All of them wanted to pay their respects and say their goodbyes. As difficult as the whole thing was, that made me happy knowing she had touched so many people.
After the service, there was a gathering for those who wanted to attend. Food and drinks were available. Sheila, Jeff, and the kids all showed up. People from the library where Mom volunteered. Neighbors, old friends from when she was a kid. Everyone tried to offer their condolences to my dad, but he brushed most of them off. It was clear he didn’t want to be there. He wanted to be anywhere else but there. I honestly didn’t blame him for that, I didn’t want to be there under these circumstances myself.
I was shocked when I saw Mary and Amy.
“I didn’t think she was going to show up,” I gasped.
Laura, who never was out of arm’s reach, looked around trying to see who I was talking about.
“Who?” she asked. “Who showed up?”
“Mary.”
“Mary? Who’s Mary?” Laura asked and then saw the girl I was looking at across the room. “Is that... the Mary?”
“Mhmm,” I nodded.
Amy was scanning the room, obviously looking for me or possibly Sara. When her eyes found me, she offered a small smile before tapping Mary on the shoulder and pointing in my direction. Mary’s head snapped up so fast that I thought she was going to give herself whiplash.
They wove their way through the crowd of people, heading right for me.
“Do you want me to go?” Laura whispered in my ear. “I can give you two a moment ... if you need.”
“No, it’s fine. I want you here, please.”
“Hey, Sam. Can I get a hug?” Amy asked, holding her arms open in invitation.
“You didn’t need to ask,” I replied and gave Amy a warm embrace.
“How’re you doing?” Mary asked, her voice sounding nervous and shy, which was not at all who she was as a person. At least not the Mary I knew. “I know that’s not a good question right now.” She looked pained and hung her head, fidgeting with her hands in front of her. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”
“It’s okay, thanks for asking anyway,” I replied.
“So, who’s this beautiful lady?” Amy asked, trying to lighten the mood.
“Hi, I’m Laura, Sam’s friend,” Laura answered, smiling.
“Just a friend or...” Amy left the last words of the question hanging and up for interpretation.
“She’s my best friend, actually,” I replied, throwing my arm around Laura.
I noticed Mary giving Laura a cursory once over but didn’t say anything else.
“Well, I’m sure you have a lot of people you need to say hello to,” Amy announced after some awkward silence between the four of us. “Is Sara around? I wanted to say hello before we had to hit the road.”
I looked around and didn’t see her.
“She’s here somewhere with her boyfriend. I think they are probably over by the food.”
“Okay, thanks,” Amy smiled, giving me another hug. “It was really nice seeing you again.”
“You too.”
“Umm, bye Sam,” Mary stammered and quickly hurried off after her older cousin.
That night after the funeral, Laura spent the night with me again. Sara had gone off with her boyfriend, which wasn’t a surprise. I was glad he was there for her. Neither of us had to go through this process completely alone, which was a godsend. For me, just having Laura around made everything easier for me and I could only imagine Sara’s boyfriend was doing the same for her.
“It really sucks I have to go back tomorrow,” Laura said, climbing under the covers with me. “I wish I could just spend the rest of the summer here.”
“Why don’t you?” I asked, thinking that was the obvious answer to solve her problem.
“I can’t.” Laura pouted. “You know that.”
“I know, but if you wanted to stay...”
“I would if I could, Sam. I gotta get back though, school is going to start soon.” Laura smiled. “And ... Adam is there.”
“You’re not so serious boyfriend?” I asked, giving Laura a questioning look while at the same time trying to keep my surprise and borderline jealousy off of my face.
“I may have neglected to tell you how serious we were getting.”
“Uh huh...”
“If you would have called me all the time like you promised!”
“I’m sorry!” I groaned, upset with myself.
“Does he know what you’re doing here, with me?” I asked and realized how that sounded. “Not that what we’re doing is wrong at all, I’m just saying—”
“He knows everything.” Laura laughed at me. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I really am sorry I didn’t call—”
“It’s okay,” Laura said, waving off my words with her hands. “I know you were busy if we’re going to be honest, I was way too busy.”
“Do you think he could be...?” I asked
“Then one?” Laura finished the question for me. “I don’t know. I hope so.”
“He’s a lucky guy.”
“You know, he reminds me a lot of you in some ways, but he’s not you at all. Does that make any sense?”
“I get it.” I chuckled. “As long as you’re happy, that’s great!”
“Good, but while I’m here. Let’s just be me and you like it used to be. At least for now, until I have to go.”
I nodded my agreement.
So, instead of thinking about her leaving, we just spent the rest of what time we had left together, just like the old days. When the morning came, we had breakfast and then Laura got ready and left to catch her flight to New York. We both teared up when she said her goodbyes to me, and she gave me the sweetest, gentlest kiss on the lips before crushing me in another hug. Before I got a chance to look her in the eye, she was gone.
Sara and I spent some time together for the next two weeks and then it was her turn to leave. The way we were when it was just the two of us was different now. We talked a little about her trip to visit colleges, but every time we did the topic of Mom came up and that wound was just too raw to talk about. There were things I knew she wanted to tell me and there were a lot of questions I wanted answers to. Any other time or situation, I would have dug into all the gritty details about those threesomes and how she had managed to keep her relationship with Dad a secret for so long. Now, those details just didn’t seem important anymore.
The two of us never fooled around again before she left for college. She told me it wasn’t because she didn’t want to, but things had changed now, and she wanted to focus on her relationship and school.
That was hard to hear. Not only had I lost that special relationship with Mom. I lost what I thought of as the love between myself and Sara. So, things had officially changed between us. Now even more so than before. She was happy, that actually made me happy for her.
The one nice thing was each night she was with me, we slept in the same bed in each other’s arms. It really helped cope with everything, and I could see it in Sara’s eyes, it was just what she needed as well. When it was her turn to go and for us to say our goodbyes, it wasn’t as emotional as it was for me when Laura left, but I still cried again.
“I’ll be back soon, Sam,” She promised as her tears streaked down her cheeks. “If you need anything, anything at all, I left the phone number to the dorms on the fridge, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I mean it, Sam.” Her eyes flicked towards Dad’s bedroom. I understood her meaning, but I did my best to put on a brave face.
“I know,” I gave the best smile I could manage at the moment. “I promise, I’ll call.”
As if it were timed, her boyfriend knocked and poked his head inside.
“You ready?” He asked, smiling.
“Yeah, I was just saying goodbye to Sam.”
What happened next surprised the hell out of me. He slipped into the house and gave me a hug. It wasn’t just one of those short guy hugs where you slap each other’s back or something. He grabbed and squeezed me. I didn’t even think about it, I wrapped my arms around him in return. We stood there for a minute or so. Neither of us speaking, we didn’t need to.
“I’ll take good care of her, Sam,” he whispered to me before he moved back. “Sara gave you her number at the dorms right?” I nodded. “Good. Call us, if she’s busy or can’t come help, I’ll come myself.”
“Thank you,” I smiled, wiping my eyes that had started filling with tears.
I stood on the porch as I watched the two of them load up the rest of Sara’s bags and drive off. I watched until I couldn’t see his car anymore. I was all alone now. My dad was here, but he wasn’t at the same time. He hadn’t recovered yet and if anything, he was only getting meaner and spent all of his time hiding in his room if he wasn’t at the office.
My senior year came and went. I talked to Laura on the phone a dozen or so times. It was great hearing her voice, but I found myself missing her more and more each time we talked. Not only that, but those talks grew further and further apart and eventually just stopped.
The whole school year, I may as well have been living alone. Aside from the fact dad had left the check book for me to get groceries when we needed them, we never talked. When I attempted to, the anger in his eyes was scary. I knew he blamed me for mom. I also knew it wasn’t my fault, but he wouldn’t see reason.
I managed to graduate without much struggle. Sara kept her word, coming home on the major holidays. Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. She spent Christmas at our house while Thanksgiving and Easter were at her boyfriend’s. Grandma and Grandpa came down for the holidays too, thankfully.
If they hadn’t, there wouldn’t be any food or anything to eat. I was forced to learn how to cook and take care of myself. I was a master at cereal, mac and cheese, various forms of eggs, and frozen pizza, but that wasn’t going to be good enough for a holiday meal.
So, that left Grandma coming down to cook and spend time with us.
For about two months, the phone kept ringing, and it was my job to take messages for my dad that both I and the person calling knew he was never going to return. People came to the house, old friends of his or my mom, all of whom offered to help him and try to talk to him. Everyone knew he needed someone to talk to, but he flat out refused and if you pushed it, he became violent and would run everyone off.
That next summer, I got a phone call from Mary, inviting me to go to The Windy Pines with her for the summer. The two of us talked a bit during the year, but not much more than that. I explained to her that I couldn’t go. She knew why and thankfully, didn’t push me on it.
I had hemmed and hawed over going with her for days. I just couldn’t get myself to go. All it was going to do was remind me of Mom. I’m sure it would have been fun, and if I let her, there was no doubt she would do everything in her power and even some that weren’t to keep my mind distracted. At the end of the day, I just wasn’t ready.
I got a job that summer working at a computer store. I had always liked computers, but I found out I liked them a lot more when I got to take them apart and rebuild them. It was fascinating to me to see how those little black chips could do so much.
I managed to make a decent amount of money, enough to buy another car with what I got from my insurance and Grandpa. I was tempted to buy another Ranger but when I went to look at one, I started crying like a baby and the salesman looked like he wanted to run for the hills. Still, I bought an old Honda Civic with a manual transmission. It wasn’t much, but the guy I bought it from said it would run forever. All I had to do was change the oil every few months. That was good enough for me.
After that purchase, I didn’t have a lot left. I didn’t need much more to be honest. When I applied for college, I managed to get three scholarships that would pay for my books, room, and board, and all of my classes to boot.