Chapter 3

I woke up groggy and tired the next morning, somewhat wishing I had just stayed in bed last night. I hadn’t gotten much sleep for the past two nights due to my nocturnal encounters in the washroom, but it was wrong to say I regretted them. Part of me knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I was starting to learn that I had a wilder or more corrupt side to myself. I didn’t know where it came from or if it would last past this trip, but I wasn’t focused on that. I felt like I had to see just how far I would go willingly.

I stretched out as best as I could in the tent, my back still sore from sleeping on the ground. I unzipped the tent and was about to step outside when I realized I’d forgotten to put a shirt on. I almost exposed my tits to my own parents and to anyone who might be around the campsite. The thought of letting people see me topless actually turned me on. It felt like the outdoors was transforming me into some kind of animal in heat. I would get horny here and there at home, but not on the level that I was feeling it here. I put on a shirt and tight shorts and headed outside to see what was for breakfast.

“Hey, Janey, we were wondering when you’d get up. It’s oatmeal and fruit this morning, something healthy to start the day,” Dad said as he poured some greyish-brown slop into a bowl. I wasn’t a big fan of oatmeal. It was so bland and slimy, but there wasn’t much else. I picked up the bowl and started eating.

“What are you two going to get up to today?” I asked as I took a bite of an apple.

“We’re thinking about renting a canoe, wanna join us?” Mom replied as she looked out onto the water behind us.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“Come on, just a little paddle near the beach won’t kill you. Try something new while you’re here,” my Dad lamented.

I had to keep from laughing. If he only knew the new things I’d tried in the past two nights, I think he’d use the paddle for something else besides a boat. I knew they’d make me do something while on this trip. They couldn’t just let me relax on the beach.

“Fine, as long as it’s quick. I don’t want my hands to get all rough and blistered,” I relented, finishing my food.

Mom clapped with glee, and Dad smiled. I think he hoped this would get me interested in doing this again sometime. As far as I was concerned, the only interesting thing I enjoyed was something they knew nothing about.

After breakfast, we cleaned up and stopped at the washrooms. I changed into my bathing suit, grabbed my towel, and we headed to the beach. There was a rental shack with a bunch of different boats available. They made me put on a life jacket, which choked me around the neck and made me feel like an idiot.

The boat launch was just off of the main beach. I put my towel in the same spot as the previous day, and then I was forced to climb into the wobbly boat. Mom and Dad held onto the sides while I climbed in the front. Mom handed me a paddle while Dad climbed in the back. He pushed off from the dock, and we slowly drifted away. Mom would wait there until we got back.

“Just dip your paddle in, Jane, and pull forward, ok?” Dad instructed. I didn’t know what to do, so I just slapped the thing into the water and pulled from forward to back.

“No, no ... easily, Jane. Just let the paddle glide along the water.”

It took me a while, but I eventually got the hang of it. It wasn’t too terrible, but it was way more work than I wanted to do in the heat of the sun. After what felt like an hour but was apparently only twenty minutes, we pulled back up along the dock so Mom could take over for me.

I didn’t know how to get out of the boat and made the mistake of standing up too quickly. The boat rocked violently back and forth. Dad desperately tried to keep it steady, but it was no use. It tipped too far to the side, and I tumbled out with a loud splash.

I was soaking wet, and I had a hard time swimming with the life jacket on. I struggled and splashed around, just out of reach of my parents. I knew I wasn’t going to drown. I just wanted to get out of the water as quickly as possible. I felt a tug on the back of my life jacket, and suddenly, I was being pulled towards the shallow water. I tried to see who had me, but the sides of the jacket blocked my view.

“You should be able to stand up now,” said a female voice.

I got my feet back into the sandy soil and stood up, the water now at my waist. I turned around to see who was carrying me, and I was shocked to see a familiar face ... my own. Her blonde hair was wet like mine, and it clung to the side of her face as she walked further up the beach. It had to be Curtis’ daughter.

I was stunned at first and didn’t know what to say. I pulled the stupid life jacket off and wanted to throw it into the lake. Instead, I just dragged it behind me as I walked to the dry beach, trailing behind my doppelganger.

“Thanks for your help. I couldn’t move in the stupid life jacket,” I blurted out.

“No problem. I didn’t know if you knew how to swim. I was a lifeguard at home and was close by. My name’s Riley, what’s yours?”

“Jane. I do know how to swim, by the way.”

“That’s good, I don’t want to have to work too much while on vacation,” she said coldly before she burst out laughing. “I’m just joking, Jane. You know, you kind of look like me.”

“I’m seeing that. It’s crazy.”

Mom came down from the dock. “Jane, are you ok?” She stopped and did a double-take when she saw Riley.

“Yeah, my twin rescued me. This is Riley.”

“Wow, you two look eerily similar. Jane, if you’re ok, would you mind if your father and I go out in the canoe?”

“Go for it. Take this thing with you as well,” I said, thrusting the life jacket into her hands.

Mom took the accursed thing and ran back to the dock. I could hear her footsteps on the wood slowly fade away. That left me standing there with Riley, and I didn’t know what to do. Part of me wanted to just dry off with my towel, but another part wanted to get to know this girl who looked like me.

“Well, are you with anyone else right now?” she asked, looking at me suspiciously.

“No, I’m just here with my parents. You?”

“Me too, but mine are off on a hiking trail. Wanna hang out? Get to know each other?”

“Sure, it’s not every day you run into well ... a near copy of yourself.”

Riley walked me over to where she’d set up for the day. It was close to the same spot her parents had been the previous day, but I obviously didn’t mention that. I got my towel from where I stashed it and brought it over to the little umbrella setup she had going on. I put my towel next to hers to let the sun start to dry me off.

“So, other me, what do you like to do?” Riley asked as I lay down.

I laughed. “Not much. I hang out with my friends, chat, and read sometimes. You know, normal stuff. I’m not much into this outdoor thing. You?”

“I could tell by the panicked thrashing,” she giggled. “I’m more active than that. I’ve been a competitive swimmer most of my life, so I moved on to lifeguarding to earn extra cash. Beyond that, it is pretty similar. Friends, boyfriend, hanging out, the usual.”

As she spoke, I noticed her voice was slightly higher than mine. At least it seemed so to me. There were a few slight differences in our bodies that I could tell close up. We were almost the exact same height, give or take an inch or two. Her skin was more tanned than my own, likely from swimming. Her breasts looked bigger, but I think it was just the way her suit pushed them up a bit more. It was like she tied it tighter around the bottom for the lift. I had to steal that idea in the future.

“Do you have a boyfriend, Jane?” Riley asked. I shook my head no, but I couldn’t help but blush slightly, thinking about what her dad and I had done the past couple of nights. Then I thought about what we might do again tonight, which made my body tingle.

“Are you holding out on me, Jane? Come on, I’m the best person to talk to. Short-term friends you never have to see again and don’t know much about you, so spill it”.

I thought about it for a minute, and it was kind of true. We were only going to be here for three more nights. I figured, why not be semi-honest? Bend the truth just enough that she won’t know who I’m talking about.

“I was being honest. I’m not dating anyone but have been fooling around with an older guy. It’s wrong, but I can’t help myself,” I admitted without going into specifics.

“Ooooo, that is juicy. Tell me about it,” Riley said. She sat up so we could talk a little quieter, and no one could hear.

“I met him a little while ago. I just sort of ran into him one day, and next thing you know, I’m letting him touch me.”

“Have you ever done anything with a guy before? Why this guy? How old are we talking?” I could hear the excitement in her voice. She seemed like someone who enjoyed some good gossip, which we also had in common, but I didn’t want to give it all away for free.

“Ok, I’ll answer some of those questions, but I need to hear about your boyfriend. Can’t be just me spilling the tea here,” I stated as I looked into her bluish green eyes.

“That’s fair. I’ll tell you all my secrets, too. This’ll be fun! My boyfriend’s name is James. We met on the swim team a couple of years ago, and we’ve been dating for two years.”

“That’s a start. Ok, until I started with this guy, I’ve never let a guy touch me like that before. I still don’t know why I let him, but it feels so good. The weird thing is he’s old enough to be my dad, which made it hotter.”

“Wow, that is pretty crazy. I hadn’t been with anyone before James. It took me a couple of months and several dates to get comfortable with the physical stuff. Now I love it, and it’s been a rough four days since we arrived. Are you still a virgin?”

I burst into my uncomfortable giggles, and my face felt like it had turned scarlet red. It was so surreal to be sitting there talking to the one person I shouldn’t be telling these things to, but it also added to its wickedness. All I could do was nod my head in the affirmative.

“When you get the chance, you should totally do it. I was terrified for my first time, but it was really amazing. James and I did it in the back of his car after a swim meet. It wasn’t the most romantic thing ever, but it felt so good. That waiting stuff is so overrated. Have fun while you’re young, right?”

“Yeah, you’re right! It’s fun talking to you about this stuff,” I replied. “I am worried about the blowjob thing, though. I don’t know what to do about that.”

“I know, right?” she exclaimed. “The first time, you just have to dive right in and get over your fear. It seems gross, but you know guys love it. The taste grows on you too, I promise. Just watch your teeth, and don’t take it too far into your mouth, or you’ll probably gag.”

“But what about...”

“When he cums? Just swallow it right away. Holding it to spit later is worse when you’re starting out. I learned that the hard way,” Riley said before a big grin spread across her face.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“I was just thinking about what James would think listening to me talk about sex with my lookalike. I think he’d blow his shorts off,” she laughed, nearly falling over. I couldn’t help but laugh as well, thinking of the absurdity of the whole thing.

“Jane? Where are you?” A voice called out from somewhere near the water. I recognized it as my mom’s and turned to wave at her. She spotted me and came over.

“Hello again. Jane, your father and I are going to head back to start dinner. We could use your help with the potatoes.”

“Sure, Mom. Well, it was fun talking with you, Riley,” I said as I stood up with my towel.

“You too. My family and I are here till Sunday, if you want to hang out again. We’re at site 176, but I’m usually here on the beach during the day.”

“Sounds good. I’ll probably see you tomorrow then. Bye, Riley.”

“Bye, other me.”

Dinner and the expected fire afterwards was the usual affair. The topic of conversation was my double, Riley. My mother couldn’t get over the resemblance and my dad wished he could have seen her. There was a part of me that wondered if dad was thinking the same thing that Curtis had been thinking the past few nights. Were all dads secretly attracted to their own daughters and just looking for an excuse to explore what they helped to create? Curtis certainly seemed to enjoy my resemblance to his daughter.