Chapter 7

I woke up at 5 o'clock Pacific time, an hour earlier than Calgary. I took care of my morning wood by thinking pleasant thoughts of Angie and Sandy. After shooting my wad into the towel, I cleaned up and put on some shorts, a t-shirt and my running shoes. Then I went downstairs.

Uncle Jack was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in his hand. He had some letters and things he was reading. "Good morning" he said. "You're up early."

"Yeah, I'm still on Calgary time" I replied. "I guess it will take a while to adjust. I think I'll just go for a short run."

Uncle Jack looked at his watch. "It's quarter to six. I leave here about 10 after. I'll leave the back door open so you can get back in. Jack Jr. and I should be home around half past six tonight. Marge will have supper ready for us all when we get home." Uncle Jack put in a lot of long days at his service station and Jack Jr. worked there every summer. They had a very successful little business.

I told him I was going to hit the beach with the girls in the morning, but would be home for supper if they decided to do something by themselves in the afternoon. Then I took off out the door.

It was about half a mile to the high school so I did a slow jog to warm up on the way there. The school had a nice track and football field. The BC Lions of the Canadian Football League held practices there before regular training camp opened sometimes, so the facilities were in great shape. When I hit the track, I picked up my speed and did a lap as fast as I could, then slowed down to a walk to catch my breath. I wasn't sure what to do next. Laps didn't interest me. Then I had a great idea. I went to the sideline of the football field, then changed my mind and jogged down to the goal line.

I took off from the goal line at full speed. When I hit the 10 yard line, I dug to a halt, turned and went back to the goal line. Then I immediately turned and went to the twenty. And back. Then the thirty. By the time I got back to the goal line, I was slowing down, but I turned and sprinted for the forty. Back to the goal line, and my ass was dragging back to the fifty. One more shot out to the fifty five yard line, and I collapsed. I gasped for breath and could feel my heart pounding in my chest. It was a great feeling.

I was still breathing hard when I heard a voice say "Hey, are you OK??" I sat up and looked around. There was an old guy in shorts and a sweat shirt coming across the field. He had a clipboard in one hand.

"Yeah" I yelled back at him. "Just catching my breath."

"I guess" the guy said, coming and crouching beside me. He looked kind of familiar, like maybe I should know him from somewhere. "You were really tearing up the turf."

"No, no" I protested. "I was just doing some workouts."

The guy laughed. "That's what I was referring to. Who taught you to do that back and forth drill?"

"One of my school friends is Josh Lowe" I explained. "His dad plays for the Stamps. He sometimes gives us exercises and stuff to do for training."

"Oh, Paul Lowe?" the guy asked. "Hell of a ball player. I've run into him a few times, and not in a good way." He stuck his hand out. "I'm Jackie Parker."

"Holy shit!" I said, totaling ignoring his outstretched hand. I realized I was being rude and stuck out my hand to shake his. Shaking hands with Jackie Parker, the greatest quarterback in the land. I couldn't believe my luck. Throughout the '50's and early '60's, Ol' Spaghetti Legs Jackie Parker played both offense and defense for the Edmonton Eskimos. He was an all star running back and quarterback. Along with Normie "The China Clipper" Kwong and Johnnie Bright, the Eskimos dominated the CFL through the fifties. I knew Parker had retired a few years ago, and here he was in Penticton.

I hopped up to my feet and introduced myself properly. "Geez, Mr. Parker, it's great to meet you. I mean, I'm not an Eskimo fan, or anything, but I cheer for them when they go to the Gray Cup. Gotta keep it in the West."

Parker laughed. "You're right about that, son. I just wanted to make sure you were OK. I saw you fall down after you ran your butt off, and wasn't sure if you were resting or needed some help."

"Nah, I was just pushing myself to the limit. I hope to play football when I get to high school."

Parker looked surprised. "What grade are you in?"

"I start eighth grade in a couple of weeks."

Parker looked me up and down. "You got some good size. Keep up the hard work and you'll have a great chance of making the team, I'm sure. If you want to play defense, you couldn't have a better teacher than Paul Lowe."

"Thanks, Mr. Parker" I said. "So, what brings you to Penticton?"

Parker looked a little worried. "Listen, Don. You can't tell anyone about seeing me here. There will be an announcement in a couple of days. I'm just here on vacation right now, but I'm going to join the Lions coaching staff. But please don't tell anyone that you even saw me here. They'll wonder why I'm at the school and start putting two and two together."

Hadn't I already proved that I could keep a secret? "Don't worry, Mr. Parker. I won't tell anyone. I know how to keep a secret. But good luck. You'll make a great coach."

He smiled and we shook hands again. "Thanks, kid. Once the game gets in your blood, it's tough to leave. I'm glad for the chance to do this. It beats the hell out of selling cars or insurance for a living."

We said goodbye and I set off in a jog for home. Wow, I shook hands with Jackie Parker. Those were the hands that grabbed a fumble and ran it back 90 yards for a touchdown back in 1954. It was one of the greatest plays in CFL history, and a record for a fumble return.

I was still a little in awe when I got back home. I ran up the stairs and turned to go into the bathroom but the door was shut and locked. I heard water running, so I went back into my room and flopped on the bed. Jackie Parker! Holy crap, wait until I tell the guys about this. I imagined the scene in my head: One of the guys says "Hey, did you see that Parker is coaching the Lions?" And I say "Yeah, he told me about that when we worked out together in Penticton." The guys would crap their pants. Dang, I didn't get an autograph. They'd think I was full of crap.

I fell asleep for about an hour. When I woke up, the sweat had dried on me and I smelled funky, so I went to the bathroom again. The door opened as I approached, and Sandy came out. What a vision. She was wearing a really thin, white muslin robe. More like a long shirt, really. And it was so thin I could see through it. A nice dark bush, and two perky dark nipples. She looked a little startled to see me, but she didn't cover herself up.

I looked her up and down, then looked her in the eyes. "Nice shirt" I said.

She smiled a little, then sniffed the air. "Phew. Nice B.O. You might want to have a shower."

"That's why I'm here" I said and took another look at her goodies. My dick started to stiffen a bit so I stood aside to let her past. She brushed against me and tried to "accidentally" rub against my cock, but she missed. I would gladly have let her come back for another try, but she walked into the room she shared with Angie. I watched her gorgeous ass head into the room, and by the way she swung her butt cheeks, she knew I was watching.

I got into the shower, and while the hot water cascaded down my back, I soaped up my dick I was hard with just a few strokes, and I thought about Sandy's nice, thick dark bush while I jacked off. I turned to shoot my cum down the drain, then I finished washing off and turned off the water. I dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and grabbed my clothes. When I opened the door, my cousin Angie was standing there. She looked me up and down. I looked her up and down. She had on the same style gown as Sandy, but it wasn't as thin and it was a dark color. I couldn't see anything through it, but I could see two very prominent nipples poking up from her breasts. And those great, unholstered breasts were trying their hardest not to tear the seams on the gown.

"Morning, cuz" I said as I squeezed by her.

"Good morning" she replied. "Have you been out already?"

"Yeah. I went over to the school to do some running." I should tell her about meeting Jackie Parker, I thought, then realized that I had promised not to tell anyone.

"Oh" Angie replied, like that was a stupid thing to do. "Well, we're going to go to the beach in about an hour. You're welcome to join us if you want."

"Sounds great. I'll see you downstairs in a while." I went into my room and got dressed. I put on my swim trunks under my shorts, and put on a clean t-shirt. I made the bed, straightened up a little and went downstairs.

The girls were eating breakfast, and I grabbed a bowl and got some cereal out of the cupboard. We talked for a while about nothing. Mostly the girls gabbed back and forth about their plans when they started back to school, guys they knew, and so on, so I just listened. Finally, about 10 o'clock, we were ready to go. We cleaned up the dishes, grabbed beach bags and blankets and piled into the car.

Angie decided we should start at Okanagan beach. I didn't care. Sun, sand, water and girls were all I cared about, and both beaches would have plenty of those things. Angie found a parking spot towards the east side of the beach, and we made our way down to the water. I seemed to have more than my share of beach bags and accessories, but that gave me a chance to lag behind and watch two lovely asses sway as the girls walked along.

They found a site they declared to be perfect. Not a lot of people around, but in an area where tourists would soon start to gather. I spread out the blankets, and the girls, bless their hearts, took off their street clothes. They, too, had their bathing suits on under their clothes.

It was like they had planned a little show for my benefit. Sandy fiddled around with something in her bag while Angie slowly peeled her shirt up over her head. Her stunning rack was encased in a modest, but sort of revealing bra style top. And with her arms over her head, her breasts stood out proudly, her nipples just poking slightly at the fabric of her top. Then she dropped her shirt, and turned around. She slowly dropped her shorts to the ground, then bent over from her waist, showing me her gorgeous rear end. I felt a little stiffening in my shorts and quickly tried to remember what years the Edmonton Eskimos had won the Gray Cup in the last twenty years. Angie was wearing a modest bottom to her suit, sort of like a small pair of shorts.

When Angie was done, she sat down on the blanket. Sandy took that as her cue, and she repeated the performance. She slowly pulled her top over her head. Smaller breasts, but still very nicely filled out. And she had a little less fabric on her bra top as well. She also turned around and gave me a look at an absolutely stunning ass as she bent over to pick up her shorts. Fuck the Eskimos, I thought. I want to eat ice cream off that ass. Sandy's bottoms were a bit more revealing than Angie's, with the sides to the legs cut a little higher.

Both girls were smirking as they sat on the blanket. They put on sunglasses while I took my street clothes off quickly and without ceremony, and sat down so I could hide my partial hard on. One of them dug out a transistor radio, and soon the sound of The Turtles was blaring Happy Together across the sand. Angie leaned back and dug a book out of her bag. Sandy reached into her bag for some sun tan lotion, then turned to me and said "Do my back?" She turned and lay down on her front.

"Sure" I said. Damn straight I would rub some lotion on that back. I would stroke that back all day if she wanted. I took the lotion from her hand and got up on my knees beside her. I tried to make sure my position would hide my cock from view, but I thought my cousin turned her head a little as though she was watching me. I didn't care. Let her look. I squeezed some of the lotion into my hand. It was cold so I rubbed my hands together to warm it up. Then I reached to Sandy's shoulders, and started rubbing the lotion into her tanned, smooth skin.

I started rubbing lightly to spread the lotion, then a bit more firmly to rub it in. I did the tops of her shoulders then down her shoulder blades. When I got to the strap of her bathing suit, I needed more lotion. But first I quickly undid the two straps and laid them over to her sides. She jumped a little but I said "Don't sit up real quick. Just going to get more lotion." She gave a little moan of agreement and put her head back down on her arms.

More lotion, more massage. I made sure the lotion was rubbed in very well, right down to the top seam of her bottoms. I used my fingertips to massage along that line and got some more moans out of her. She wasn't objecting to anything I did, but I did remember that we were on a public beach. Although I was having thoughts of sex, to an onlooker I was just rubbing some lotion on her back.

I loaded up again, then did the tops of her arms. Speaking in a low voice, I asked "Would you like me to do the backs of your legs?"