Chapter 20: Grown-Up Games

“I could be all subtle, but what would be the point?” said Abbie. “Men, sit on the edge of the bed, while Irina and I take care of you.” Without comment, Abbie kneeled before Anton and swept his cock into her mouth. Using a favorite trick, she hummed, “Mm.”

Satisfied that he was hard enough and wet enough, Abbie climbed into his lap and impaled herself. Irina was only a few moments behind her.

Outside at the picnic table, Anja and Curtis looked into each other’s faces and snorted. They could hear their parents and siblings boning on their left and their right.

But there was a problem. The sounds were making them horny, but the rough picnic table made for a poor bed. They waited impatiently until they heard Shari’s infamous “eep!” Curtis explained his sister’s noise, and he led Anja into the tent with his hard cock waving in front of him.

Shari looked at her brother. “What?”

“We’re just here for immoral support. How was Onni?”

“Very studly. It was weird watching his unnaturally pale cock disappear inside me, though. I may have to watch it again. Several times. Oh, sorry, Anja, I’m distracting Curtis. Why don’t you give him a good fucking while I blow your brother.”

Two Hours Later

Eight somewhat wilted and tired (but happy) people reconvened at the Morneaus’ picnic table. By mutual agreement, the next day’s lunch was planned for the Korhonens’ RV.

That evening, Shari and Curtis bedded down together in his tent, while Abbie and Marc cuddled in their RV’s bed. After their afternoon exertions, they were all content to quickly fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The next day, everyone woke up smiling, anticipating another wild afternoon.

Although lunch was delicious, they were all anxious to move on to the dessert course, so to speak.

But there was a problem! The Korhonens’ RV was smaller, and there wasn’t enough bed space for all eight of them. And there was no outside tent with sleeping bags like Curtis had, either. Light mist prevented the Korhonens from setting up their air mattresses outside.

Marc asked, “Can we all go back to our place? Then later, we can think of a new plan.” So that’s what they did.

Once again, the four under-20s were in the tent, and the parents were back in the RV. And they all had a grand time together.

Under sunny skies later in the afternoon, they met together at the picnic table. Anton spoke up.

“I have an idea. In the morning, let’s all pack up and leave this campground.”