Chapter 8: Going Camping

Thursday March 17, 2011

This morning I woke up a few minutes before the alarm went off after another restless night. Besides learning how enjoyable it is going to sleep after having sex, I have also been learning how hard it was to actually sleep next to another person. Seeing that it was just about time for her alarm to go off, I started to admire the sleeping beauty next to me. I considered trying to wake Rose up with kisses when the alarm clock started blaring.

Rose stretched and asked, “Were you staring at me as I was sleeping?”

“I would use the term ‘admiring’ as opposed to staring.” I admitted.

“Let’s get ready to do the chores, you can ogle me all you want once we get to camp.” Rose teased as she got out of bed. After she made a quick trip to the bathroom, she started putting on her work overalls over her nude body.

I followed her example and put on my ‘doing chores’ uniform. On the way to the kitchen for my first cup of coffee, I peeked inside the guest room Tom and I normally shared. Since our introduction to sex, Jessica and I had switched rooms and she was sharing the queen-sized bed Tom had been sleeping in. That room was empty indicating they had woken up earlier.

I found my siblings downstairs in the kitchen with Rose. They were already enjoying their first cup of coffee while Rose was preparing hers. In addition to having had enough time to make a pot of coffee, Tom and Jessica been busy otherwise, evidenced by the ‘freshly fucked’ look on Jessica’s face.

Once chores were done, Rose and I took a shower. In addition to getting clean, we each had at least one orgasm. Following Rose’s suggestion, we also spent some time grooming each other’s pubic hair in preparation for being at the nudist camp later this morning. Also, by her suggestion when we got dressed we didn’t bother with underwear.

When we finally arrived downstairs, Grandpa was sitting at his chair looking upset. He waited until Tom and Jessica got downstairs before asking, “Did any of you have sex on the kitchen table this morning?”

I was relieved to be able to say no, same as Rose.

Jessica looking at her feet admitted, “Tom and I are the ones that had sex on the table.”

“Did either of you consider that this table is somewhat unsteady and doing that could cause it to collapse?” Grandpa asked.

“No Grandpa,” Tom replied, echoed by Jessica.

“Also, and this goes for all four of you. If you do have sex on a piece of furniture, make sure that you clean up any leaks that might occur. One of the two of you who had sex on it should clean it off before you set the table,” Grandpa said.

As Jessica started wiping the table, two of its legs on the end opposite where Grandpa was sitting collapsed.

“Okay, new plan. George and Robin, take this table to the Butterfield place. Everyone else help clean up the mess on the floor and set the table in the dining room.” Grandma sighed.

Grandpa and I followed Grandma’s instructions. Before we had left the kitchen, I had noticed that the legs did not appear to be damaged, so once we were outside I asked Grandpa, “This table isn’t really broken is it?”

“True, it’s not broken. This table has been wobbly for a while though,” Grandpa replied.

“Why the deception then?”

“I need you to promise me to keep this a secret,” Grandpa replied.

“I don’t know if I could do that. I have never kept secrets for very long from Tom except for things like birthday or Christmas presents,” I admitted.

“Do you think you could keep things secret for a few days at least?”

“I think so.”

“First of all, shortly after your Uncle Jim went off to college, Blanche and I broke a table like this one by having sex on it.”

“Did either of you get hurt?”

“Only our pride. We ended up replacing that table with this one. Hopefully two lessons were learned today, clean up after yourself when having sex, and make sure that what you are having sex on is sturdy enough not to collapse while you are in the middle of the act.”

“Are you going to buy a replacement kitchen table?”

“There are some better made tables stored in the basement of the Butterfield place that will fit in that corner of the kitchen. The set Blanche wants can fit ten people with both expansion leaves. Without them, it’s about the same size as the old kitchen table. When Blanche and I came down and noticed the cum on the table, we decided to accomplish two things. First, to either teach or give a reminder of those lessons to you Rose, Jessica, and Tom. Secondly, Blanche had been wanting to swap tables for a while and this provides a good excuse.”

As Grandpa finished saying the last sentence as we were climbing the steps of the porch to the house that, I assumed at the time, was only used to store furniture.

“Let’s leave this table in the living room. Next week I will be checking to see if it can be fixed so it doesn’t wobble. If that can be done, Blanche has mentioned offering it to a young couple who will be getting married in late June that might be able to use it. Alternatively, if they don’t want or need it, it can go to the church garage sale,” Grandpa said as he unlocked and opened the door to the Butterfield place.

Once we got the table inside, Grandpa had me hold up one end. He then went to a closet and took out a couple of sheets. One he spread out on the floor. He then guided me to placing the table on the sheet, tabletop down. We placed the detached legs on it and used the second sheet to cover the table. With that done, Grandpa commented, “Let’s take a quick look in the basement. I believe the table set I am thinking of is close to the stairs.”

While it didn’t take long to locate the table Grandpa was thinking of, it was not as accessible as he had remembered. We then returned to his home empty-handed, making small talk along the way. When we returned, the dining room table had been set, and breakfast was on the table.

Grandpa and I joined the rest of the family who was sitting down waiting for us. After Grandpa prayed, we started passing the food around and eating another delicious homemade meal.

When everyone was about finished eating Grandpa caught our attention, “After you are done with breakfast, there are a few things that need to be done before we leave. Robin and Rose, I want the two of you to give me a hand in moving a replacement kitchen table and chairs from the Butterfield place.”

Grandma frowned at Grandpa, “Tom and Jessica, I would like for the two of you to change the sheets, and pillowcases on both beds in the guest room Tom has been sleeping in as well as the ones on Rose’s bed. Also, check to see if there are fresh cum stains on the bedspreads. Bring the dirty linens to the laundry room and start a load before you make the beds. There should be clean replacement sheets in the linen closet upstairs.”

Grandpa then added, “Unless you want your parents to suspect of the lessons you have had in the past couple of days, some suitcases will need to be moved. Robin, you will need to move your suitcase back into the guest room you normally use. Jessica, you will need to put your things back in Rose’s room.”

After the breakfast dishes were in the dishwasher and the leftovers were taken care of, I noticed that Rose and Jessica hung back a bit to ask Grandma something, but at the time I did not think it was important. Since Grandpa and I were in the kitchen each of us picked up two of the chairs that came close to matching the table we had removed earlier. Those chairs we placed next to the ‘broken’ table inside the living room of the Butterfield place.

Rose soon joined us having brought the two remaining chairs of the set being retired with her. Grandpa and I ended up having to bring a few items up from the basement and stage them in the kitchen as we were working to clear a path to get to the table and chair set Grandpa had pointed out.

The next step was to take the six chairs and two benches that went with the table upstairs, sitting them temporarily on the porch. Even so, we had a bit of difficulty getting the table out of the basement, since the path we had made was just a few centimeters wider than the tabletop itself.

In the time it took for Grandpa and me to get the table out of the basement, Rose had been able to take four of the chairs to the breakfast nook. Once we had placed the replacement table and the remaining chairs and benches around it in the breakfast nook, Grandma kicked us out of her kitchen.

Rose and I went upstairs to see if Tom and Jessica needed any help. The first thing we noticed was that someone had opened the windows in all the upstairs bedrooms. Even though it had not been mentioned as a task that needed to be done, Rose and I stripped the soiled sheets from the beds my parents had used over the weekend. She then took the sheets downstairs to be washed later.

While I was waiting for her to return, I moved my suitcase back to the room Tom and I normally shared. As I did that, I noted that Jessica had already moved her bag back to Rose’s room. When Rose returned, she mentioned that the first load of linens was already in the dryer and the ones we had taken off my parent’s bed were being washed. It didn’t take long for us to use the spare linens to make the two king sized guest beds.

Following that, Rose and I decided to check for any pranks left by my siblings. Since they had refrained from pranks on our beds, there was no retaliation.

We then headed back to the kitchen where we found Jessica making celery and carrot sticks.

“Where is everyone else?” I asked.

“Grandpa was in his office making some last-minute calls. Grandma and Tom had gone to get some ice at the Big Box Megamarket,” Jessica replied.

Rose and I decided to give Jessica a hand while we waited for the first load of linens to finish drying. When the dryer buzzed indicating that was the case, Rose took the now dry linens and set them on top of the dryer before loading up the linens still in the washer. She then had me give her a hand in folding the dry linens. Each set was placed into one of the pillowcases belonging to the set as we finished folding them.

Rose went to put them away while I returned to the kitchen to help Jessica with her tasks. Soon I could see Grandma and Tom returning. Leaving Rose and Jessica to finish up, I went to help Grandma unload what she had gotten.

When Grandma saw me she gave some instructions, “Robin and Tom, one of you get the large cooler, while the other one gets the keys to the RV. On your way inside, take one of the bags of ice and just set it in the sink.”

I took the ten kg bag of ice inside and collected the RV key before returning outside. Once I was back, Tom had set other two bags of ice next to the cooler. Once Grandma noticed I was back she continued her instructions, “I want for you to put one of the bags of ice in the bottom of the cooler. The next layer should have one of the twelve packs of water as well as a selection of the soft drink cans. Take both the water and the cans from the underfloor storage of the RV. A second bag of ice should then be placed around and over the cans and water bottles.”

“What should do we do with the full cooler?” Tom asked.

“Put it in the underfloor storage of the RV. The trash and any extra ice bring on inside to be taken care of.” Grandma replied.

We ended up putting some of each of the various soft drinks consolidating what we didn’t put into the cooler into some of the boxes the cans came in. After completing our task, we returned inside where Grandma, Jessica, and Rose were packing some food in the other coolers. Tom and I were shooed along with the comment that we would just be in the way.

I decided to read a little to pass the time. I soon found a book titled Destiny and 102 Other Real Life Mysteries, by Paul Aurandt. Inside as promised, were 103 stories from a radio show called Paul Harvey’s The Rest of the Story.

I was in the middle of a story that involved an USNA president when a buzzer sounded indicating the second load of linens were done. Tom gave me a hand in folding them, and I copied what Rose had done. I then took them upstairs and put them back into the cabinet.

While I was upstairs, I closed and secured all the windows, thinking we would be leaving soon. I had just finished closing the windows in Rose’s room, which I had left for last, when Rose came in, “Are you ready to leave?”

“Yes, I also have closed the windows up here.”

“Let’s head back downstairs then.”

Once downstairs, Grandpa double checked with us on what we were bringing. It was just as well he did since the four of us teens had forgotten to add our hygiene kits to the gym bags.

Once we finally got going, Rose closed the curtain between the driver and ‘co-pilot’ seats and the rest of the RV. After Jessica checked to ensure all curtains were closed, she pulled her sundress up over her head, followed by Rose.

“Come on, this is not just a spectator sport, strip you two. Or do you want Rose and I to strip the two of you instead?” Jessica ordered.

I was halfway through pulling off my shirt when Jessica pulled down my shorts and inhaled my cock. After checking my hardness, she backed off. She then got on her hands and knees facing away from me and looked over her shoulder, “Fuck me.”

“Let’s do it on the bed,” I suggested.

The RV claims to be able to sleep 6. Two people above the cab, two in what is normally the dinning nook and two on the bed in the back. The last was my destination, even though it’s barely full sized. Once Jessica had positioned herself on hands and knees again, Tom asked us to move a little to the side.

Once Jessica was in position, I got on my knees behind her. This time I intentionally started by pressing against her asshole with my cock.

“Not that hole. At least not today,” came Jessica’s response.

I adjusted myself a little lower, and once again entered my sister. While the angle was wrong for me to see anything, I pictured my cock slowly pushing between her lower lips. I went slowly at first, hoping for a better experience than the first time I had sex with her. This time Jessica gave me some feedback, giving some contented sounds as I had sex with her as well as demanding that I go both harder and faster with her.