Chapter 42: Family Affairs

Apparently, it’s all over the camp. A rumor, my eldest sister Sophia and I have the super hotz for each other and plan to soon resolve it together. Of course I would never breathe a word or remotely hint at such a thing. I wouldn’t! Okay, maybe I would write about it, but only in a supposedly fictional story, and then only anonymously post it on the Internet, but I’m no family gossiper. Did Sophie propagate this rumor herself? Doesn’t bode well for a serious relationship between us, if Sophie can’t keep secrets. If she is such a terrible gossip, she tells our most intimate secrets to our best friends and our own family, how could I ever trust her to keep secrets from enemies?

Outright accusing her of talking out of turn, out of school, kissng and telling, isn’t the right approach. What is? Listening.

Within any group of women, a small majority will be gossips. Among any select group of gossips, some will be sieves and others simply broadcasters. Broadcasters don’t care who hears the dirt or if it’s factual. That’s where the nickname Broads came from, I suspect. Those who sieve gossip will still repeat all of it, but with some reservations added, such as:

“Ordinarily, I wouldn’t believe it” or

“Taken with a necessary grain of salt, I’ll only repeat this once.”

Sophia fried all my gaskets with her torrid kiss, then scooted rubber kneed to the showers. I visited Lilli for a little Hula whoopee relief.

“I empathize with your sister ache, because often I have ached for some family member too. Hawaiian royalty traditionally married siblings, to keep the bloodline pure. Also, we knew we really loved each other and shared memories of growing up together. Close your eyes. I’m happy to play Sophie for you or any excuse to fuck you, but a surrogate is ridiculous in this situation, your sister gets off fantasizing about you. I witnessed it! Invite her in your bed, and I bet she’ll race you and beat you there. The lady has some realy strong aspirations to become your wife. A wife.”

“Tell me more, how you witnessed her fantasizing and getting off, Lilli. Can’t imagine how you could remotely accomplish that feat.”

“When Sophie was suffering with her family for five days in an oven like RV, she called the camp numerous times. Always asking for and wanting to talk to you. I took the very first call, because you weren’t here. You’d paddled off to town and were not expected back until who knows? Later, much later. Sophie was happy to chat with anyone with a friendly voice. I could tell right away, she was distressed. They were still in California, in a desert part, she said, and they all were miserable from the unrelenting heat. She called just to distract herself. I was pleased I could be some comfort to her, by telling her what a fabulous brother she had, and how all of us are madly in love with you. Better yet, you truly love all of us too! We’re one big happy fucking family. I used that exact word, fucking family and explained my meaning when she asked. She was amazed more than shocked, you have so many wives of all ages. She was pleased you take such perfect care of all of us. Said she also sensed, when talking to you on the phone, how loving you are. I assured her, she doesn’t know the half of it. You’re a vigorous stud, with enormous apetite and super human stamina. You always fucked me at least twice nonstop, frequently thrice and looking for more.

In a normal day, you invariably fuck a minimum of between five and nine women, and most more than once. Dalisay swears you have on numerous occasions, fucked her six times in a row, only stopping long enough for chugging down a fruit juice in between and when you left her bed, you were headed immediately to someone elses.”

“And she was impressed?”

“Well, I’m giving you the bare bones of the story, and you don’t need any details, you were there yourself. For Sophie, I fleshed out the story with every detail I knew, and added some true ones I copied from my own experiences and different times in your arms.”

“And the details impressed her?”

“Made her sizzling hot, so incredibly hot I could imagine hearing the upholstery she sat on crisping like bacon frying.”

“What did you do or say next?”

“Well, just like it is now, the telling made me really hot too! Can you feel how hot I am inside right now? I’m drooling on you. I was even hotter then, knowing I was encouraging your own elder sister to get hot for you. I admitted that to her. I enjoyed helping her fantasize about her brother and it had moved me, gotten me so creamy, I just had to play with myself. I told her I was pulling off my shorts and panties right there in your office. Let her enjoy my moans as I diddled myself to well, many times pleasured. Sophia said I was cruel to tease her so.”

“Why were you being cruel? How could playing with your pussy be cruel to Sophia?”

“Lack of privacy didn’t allow her to do what I was enjoying but with my coaching, she was able to get herself off and get away with it.

“How?”

“Sleepy foot.”

“What?”

“She insisted people shift around so she could have one half the dinette to sit in by herself. She complained of cramps and poor circulation. She followed my instructions, sat with one leg flat on the seat beside her and bent so her heel was directly under and pressing into her pussy in the best feeling spot. While sitting on her foot, she pretended to vigorously massage that foot’s toes. Really, she was yanking and pulling her foot in movements that felt good and likely to produce the pleasure she needed for herself. Her groans and moans were dismissed as her suffering while rubbing out the cramp in her foot. I was moaning and groaning right along with her. If the two of you ever want a threesome, you both turn me on, to be blunt.”

“Was this the only time?”

“No, not at all. She wanted to hear the experiences of other women with you, and she was calling day and night, every few hours. We organized relay teams to please her and prime her for you when you finally get face to face. We called it, belly to belly prepping. Often, there were three or four of us in here together, diddling ourselves with Sophia riding her foot on the other end.”