Campground Awakening

by Lubrican

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Chapter Two

The next morning was weird, mostly because she acted like nothing had happened. I woke up as she was wiggling into shorts, lying down on her sleeping bag. I pretended to still be asleep, but she nudged me and said it was time to get up and reminded me we were hiking to the falls that morning. Then she took off her sleep shirt. I know I gasped as I saw her breasts, now fully illuminated by the sunlight coming through the tent. Her nipples were dark brown, set on top of circles that were the same color. She pretended I wasn't there and pulled on a different shirt. Then, without a word, she ducked through the door of the tent and started rattling pans.

I thought about beating off again, because I was hard, but I had to pee and I knew that would make it hard to cum. Then it occurred to me that I could beat off in the latrine, since I could see anyone coming, so I got up, got dressed, left the tent and jogged to the latrine so she couldn't see the boner in my shorts.

I did jerk off, but it was nowhere near as good as what had happened the night before. I mean it felt good and all, but there was no comparison between my hand and hers. I mean no comparison.

She still acted like nothing had happened all through breakfast. She had gotten some brochures about the park at the ranger station and read some of it to me during breakfast. It said how high the falls were we were going to hike to, how much water came over them per minute, and how many olympic sized swimming pools it would fill per hour and all that kind of stuff.

The hike was normal too. Oddly, even when she hiked in front of me I was able to keep from getting a boner. I think that was because she was acting so normal about it, so it made me feel more normal too. And by the time we got there we were both feeling it in our legs, and sitting on a bench, just watching the water thunder down into a big, bubbly pool was fun. It was easy to let your mind go blank as you watched all that water swirling around. There was a mist from the falls, and it drifted towards us, but that felt good too, because we were both hot and sweaty from the hike.

We ate sandwiches there and then hiked back, which was easier because it was all downhill. Still, when we got back we both wanted to go for a swim.

"Is my bikini going to be a problem?" she asked, with a half-smile on her face.

I think it was her willingness to just face things and accept them as something that had happened and was just part of life or something that let me be less like a kid about it.

"Probably," I said. I was serious too.

She beamed. "You make me feel so good!"

I just stared at her. Any other woman would have told my mother I was being a pervert.

"Too bad this isn't a topless lake," she said, her eyes twinkling. "I could really give you a show then."

"Oh man," I groaned. I actually covered my eyes with one hand for a second before I realized how stupid that looked and jerked my hand away.

"I shouldn't tease you," she said. "Look what happened when I teased you last night."

Her sudden attention to something she had ignored all morning (or which I thought she had ignored all morning,) had me all flummoxed again. That's probably why I said "It's okay."

She laughed. Then she stood up. "I'm going to change now."

I looked at her.

"In the tent," she said.

I looked at her.

"Are you going to change too?" she asked, grinning now.

I was able to nod, but I just stood there.

Then her grin faded. "I suppose we should change at separate times. I don't know why I didn't think about that yesterday."

She had gone into the tent before my brain glommed on to the idea that she had just offered to change into her bikini in front of me ... in the tent ... and that I had blown the opportunity.

"Damn!" I thought suddenly. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

She laughed from inside the tent, and I realized I'd spoken all that out loud.

Again she acted like nothing had happened when she came out, wearing that damn bikini. She waited for me to go into the tent, and I waited for her to come back in while I changed. She didn't, though, and I felt stupid again. Then, on the way down to the water, she reached for my hand. That might have been weird too, except she pulled and got me running. That made her breasts bounce up and down and because I was watching them jiggle, I tripped over my own feet. She laughed at that too. Again I felt stupid and juvenile, but again she ignored all that and yelled "Bet you can't catch me!" and ran the rest of the way to the lake.

I got up and started tearing after her. I got there as she took her last shoe off, but she was watching me and she tossed it at me and jumped into the water, swimming strongly for the floating dock. I kicked my shoes off and did a competition dive, which would have been fine except while the water was deep enough that my chest didn't hit the sandy bottom, my arms were too long to windmill without digging in.

Still, I caught her just as she got to the platform and started to climb the ladder. I lunged with one hand and grabbed her hip as it came up out of the water. My fingers clamped onto the bow on the side of her bikini. I didn't actually mean to do that, but the bow came loose and I was treated to a very definitely tanned butt cheek as she squealed and grabbed at her suit. She caught it and managed to keep it on as she stepped up, before turning to look at me, still floating in the water at the foot of the ladder.

"Naughty, naughty," she scolded, as she tied the bottoms back in place.

"Sorry," I said.

She smiled. "No you're not. Don't lie."

"I mean I didn't intend to do that." I dragged my finger across and then down the left side of my chest. "Cross my heart," I said. "I just meant to grab you. I mean I caught you. I mean I was only tagging you."

She tilted her head to one side, studying me.

"Remind me not to run from you on land," she said.

I didn't know what that meant, exactly, until she added "I'd be helpless to defend myself then."

Actually, now that I think about it, I didn't know what she meant by that either.

Not then.

Lying on that platform was just like the first time. She untied her top and lay on her stomach with her head on her crossed forearms. I wanted to suggest that she could undo the bottoms too, but was too chicken to say it. I got another boner, but it wasn't quite such a raging one. I had some vivid daydreams, though, and pretty soon I was hard as a rock. One of those daydreams was about us getting back to the tent and changing out of our swim suits.

About twenty minutes later she turned her head toward me.

"You ready for supper?"

"You bet," I said. I was still hard, but now that I knew she knew that, and didn't think I was a pervert, it didn't seem so terrible if she saw my trunks all pushed out. So I got up and she stared right at it, but all she said was "Let's go," and dove off into the water.

We didn't race, but we got to the shore together anyway.

"Stay down," she said as she stood up. I didn't know what she was doing until I saw her looking around to see if there was anybody else within sight. "Okay," she said. “You can get out of the water now."

It was kind of weird, walking beside her to the campsite, knowing that I was sticking out, and knowing she had actually taken action based on that. We got to the tent and she hung up her towel on the clothesline. I was just standing there and she reached for my towel too and I kind of woke up.

Like I was in a dream I heard her say "I'm going to change now. Are you going to change too?" It was just like it had been in my daydream. Except in my daydream I'd been all cool about it and had smiled at her invitingly and all that crap, and right now all I could do was nod my head like a bobble doll. She bent over and unzipped the door. Her ass was right there in front of me and I felt a kind of terror start screaming in my head. When I was little I saw this movie about some Irish people and they were attacked by a banshee, which was a black wind that shrieked horribly and scared me half to death. It was like that as she stood back up and held the door open for me.

It was a cabin tent, which means a normal person could stand up in it. Aunt Wendy could stand up straight, but I had to stoop. So when I got inside I stood there, kind of bent forward at the waist, frozen, listening to that banshee get closer and closer in my mind. She came in and got down on her knees on her sleeping bag and, just like it was the most normal thing in the world, she reached behind her and untied her top. She did this kind of shrugging motion with her shoulders and the top dropped down onto the floor of the tent. She looked up at me, and I swear nobody in the world would have been able to tell by the look on her face that she was in the act of showing those boobs to her nephew.

"I thought you said you were going to change," she said. Her voice was low and sounded kind of rough.

Later in life I learned about the word "Lothario." There was no trace of lothario in me at that moment. I just stood there, staring. I might have drooled. It wouldn't surprise me if I did.

But she didn't laugh at me. Instead she reached for the bows on her hips and flicked at them, moving one of her knees sideways as the cloth fell between her thighs.

My eyes were dragged down as if there were hundred pound weights on each eyeball. I couldn't have not-looked if my life had depended on it.

She was, in fact, bald as a baby's butt down there. For the first time in my life I saw a real, live, not-air-brushed set of pussy lips.

I groaned. I know I did because I heard it, and she wasn't the one who made that awful noise.

Some of those daydreams came rushing back into my head. It didn't help. In fact, all it did was paralyze me further. I felt like I had turned to stone, and was slightly amazed that my ribs would move enough to let me keep breathing. They did, though, because I heard what sounded like an old timey locomotive chuffing away, and realized it was me, breathing.

But then things took a turn away from my fantasies.

My paralysis remained as she turned and reached into her knapsack. She pulled out a yellow tank top and a pair of khaki shorts with cargo pockets on them. She shrugged into the tank top first, pulling it down and smoothing it over her breasts. It was thin enough I could see the darkness of her nipples through it. Then she stood up and stepped into the shorts - no panties - pulling them up in a smooth motion that included a fantastic wriggle of her hips. She buttoned them, then pulled up the zipper, and only then did she look back at me.

"You're so cute," she said, the first thing she'd said since she'd reminded me that I was supposed to get naked too. I hadn't even moved since then, with the exception of my ribs. And my eyeballs, I guess.

She dropped to her knees again and, in one jerk, pulled my swimsuit down to my knees. I gasped as the cloth raked painfully along the top of my cock as it was pulled downward by the waistband.

"Oh my," she said as my boner bobbed in front of her face. Her face turned up to mine. "I'm sorry. I got a little impatient." Then she looked back at my erection. "My goodness, aren't you a handsome fellow."

My ribs were still moving. I know this because I remember what happened next, and there's no way I'd remember that if I'd passed out, which meant I was breathing, which meant my ribs were still moving.

She said "You need some more attention ... don't you?"

I could not believe she was talking to my penis. It was just freaking bizarre. Of course I hadn't a clue as to how bizarre things were going to get.

Until she leaned forward and I felt the heat of her mouth as it closed over my shaft. Something slick and soft and strong swirled around the head of my prick and her cheeks collapsed as she sucked so strongly that I yelped.

Then my knees quit working as cum rocketed through my prick and into her mouth.

At least until my no-longer-working-knees bent enough that my cock jerked out of her mouth as I fell. My penis tried valiantly to maintain a connection to her mouth, but the only thing it could do was hurriedly spurt again. Said spurt didn't quite make it to her mouth, landing in a long, thin line of white between the two dark spots on the front of her tank top. I spurted again, and tried to spurt three or four more times, but couldn't feel anything come out. I was pretty much out of it. All I could see was her face, which was at the end of this long tunnel. She was looking down at her chest, where I had ruined her shirt, and then looked back at me. Her tongue came out and licked her lips and she suddenly looked worried. I heard her say "Bobby?" from impossibly far away and then her face came toward mine.

There was so much that was amazing about that whole thing that it's hard to describe it all. For one thing, as her face came towards me the tunnel got shorter and shorter, like she was driving it away somehow. And then I felt her hands on my face and she said "Honey?" and it didn't sound so far away any more. I mean her face was right by mine, an inch away, but now it sounded right.

"I'm okay!" I gasped. That was another part of the weirdness. I was mostly speaking to myself, even though I knew she was worried about me. I said it a second time, this time for her. "I'm okay!"

She smiled then, looked relieved, and gave me a kiss on the lips that almost sent me back into that tunnel. But then she pulled away and moved back from me to sit on her sleeping bag.

"You're sure you're all right," she said.

I nodded. I was still breathing hard, but in deeper breaths now, and I didn't feel so much like I was going to float away. I wasn't paralyzed any more either. I felt stupid sitting there with my trunks around my knees, so I pushed them down and got my feet out of them. I decided I needed to get dressed, and looked for my pack. I started to roll to get on my hands and knees - I still felt too weak to stand up - and then she whipped that yellow tank top off and I fell back on my ass.

"Calm down," she giggled. "You're going to see lots more of them in the next week. Get used to it."

Don't ask me how or why, but suddenly I didn't feel quite so fragmented. She spoke with such assurance that I felt like I could get my clothes and wouldn't miss anything. Or what I missed would be available later. Or something.

She put on a new shirt, this time a Mickey Mouse Club T shirt, and went outside, leaving me to get dressed, which was somehow a lot easier than it had been when she was there, watching. I went outside to find her dumping cans of beef stew into a pot that she set on the camp stove to heat. She told me to get the bread out, and if I wanted butter or peanut butter, to bring that too.

It was so crazy weird that something ... well ... crazy weird would happen ... and then everything would be completely back to normal. Or as normal as things would ever be again. I wasn't real sure what that was going to be like.

We started eating and it was quiet for a while. At one point she paused after she swallowed.

"So you're a virgin." It wasn't a question.

"Um ... yeah," I said.

"I'm surprised," she said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to say.

"Why?" I had to know.

"Because you're gorgeous," she said calmly. "You're tall, and handsome. You've got muscles on your muscles. I just find it hard to believe no girl has snapped you up before this."

That "before this" thing got my attention in a big way. My daydreams came flooding back and the banshee started gearing up to scream again. It sounded so much like she meant there was going to be an "after this" while we were still camping. I didn't say that right, but you know what I mean.

"Plus you're sweet and smart," she said. Then she snorted. "I feel like such a cougar!"

"Cougar?" I asked.

"That's an older woman who seduces a boy or young man," she said.

"You're not older," I said automatically.

She laughed. "I know, but thanks anyway."

My next question didn't seem stupid until after I'd asked it.

"Are you seducing me?"

She didn't laugh that time, and it felt like my stomach had dropped clear to my feet.

"I'm not supposed to be. That's not why I decided to take you camping," she said.

That hadn't answered the question, but since she hadn't said "Of course I'm not seducing you, silly boy," I decided to leave that alone. Not that I thought she really was. Actually I didn't know what to think, but I had lots of hope in me.

"So why did you take me camping?" I asked instead.

"Because I like you," she said. "You're not full of testosterone and bullshit like most men are." She glanced at me sideways. "Well not as full of testosterone, anyway." Then she grinned. "And I really did want to go camping."

"Oh," I said. I had the vague feeling that she had just insulted me somehow, but she hadn't said it in an insulting manner, so I didn't pursue that either.

"Anyway, I never intended to ... um ... do things with you. Actually I came along to have some fun and to let you get a break. Lord knows you could use one. I had no idea how hard farming could be until my sister married a farmer."

"I am having fun," I blurted and then felt my face get hot because I knew what part of all this was the fun part. Even if it had happened so fast I could hardly remember it. And I knew that aunts and their nephews weren't really supposed to have that kind of fun.

She looked over at me and her face kind of softened.

"See there?" she said. "That's what I mean. You're just fucking irresistible. If you were five years older I'd be tearing off my clothes right now."

I sat there, my mind in turmoil. I blinked a lot. There was just so much to think about that it took some time. Like the fact that our family relationship didn't seem to bother her. No, that wasn't it. It was more like we had multiple relationships, one of which was family, but one of which was that she just liked me. That was really weird too, because while I knew people I would call my friends, none of them were female. And if any of my friends had tried to do to me what this woman had done, I'd have hauled off and decked them. It was a little overwhelming. When that happens the brain sometimes seizes on something else to concentrate on, something more familiar and less threatening.

"I've never heard a woman cuss before," I said. As soon as I said it I wanted to put my head down and cry. I couldn’t believe how stupid I could be sometimes.

"Sorry," she said. "That's the United States Air Force. I had to take classes on proper cursing."

I looked at her and she was smiling. It was a beautiful smile.

"How come you're not married?" I asked, again without thinking.

"Because I don't want to be married," she said firmly.

"Oh."

"Don't get the wrong idea," she said. "I like men. But I'm not ready to tie myself to one of them. Not yet, anyway. I don't know. Maybe some day I'll meet a man I can't stand to be away from or whatever it is that makes women want to get married. Somebody interesting and smart, and who makes me feel good inside. Somebody like you, maybe."

I jerked like I'd touched a live wire and she laughed and reached out to touch my arm.

"Somebody a little older than you, Bobby, but otherwise with your sterling and attractive qualities."

I didn't know if she was teasing me or not. All I knew was that I didn't like the feeling in my stomach at that moment. I decided that was because I really liked the idea of her wanting a man like me (which blew me away) but it was obvious I wasn't actually in the running. It was like seeing a beautiful Camaro or Corvette and knowing you'd never have one. There is the enjoyment of knowing that such beauty exists, mingled with the sadness of knowing all you can do is look.

"So!" she said, quickly and loudly enough that I jumped again. "What do you want to do next?"

The mind is an amazing thing. I had never really paid that much attention to it before, but a human brain can think of things really fast. At that moment a bunch of those fantasies about her and me flooded my mind. Of course instantly I knew that wasn't what she meant, and I felt my face turning red again. I tried to make my mind go to other things, but she was looking right at me and I suddenly felt like she could see right inside my brain, which was still thinking about her naked, and me naked, and stuff going on that I knew the theory of, but had never actually done.

I think what kept me from running away right then and there was her eyes. They twinkled. I'd read about that a hundred times, but I'd never seen anybody's eyes do anything I would have called twinkling. But hers did. It's hard to explain, but somehow her eyes told me she knew what I was thinking and wasn't mad about it. She licked her lips and I realized I had a full blown boner again.

"If you could bottle that you'd be a millionaire within a month," she said softly.

One of her hands drifted up to her chest and my jaw dropped as I saw her find and squeeze a nipple through her shirt. Then she jerked and blushed and stood up suddenly.

"Fishing!" she said. "We're supposed to catch fish and have them for supper!"

We had ponds on the farm for the cattle, and they all had fish in them, so I had been a fisherman since I was five or six. But I hadn't fished in a big lake, or for Grayling or Lake Trout. We had decided to fish the lake because we didn't really have the right gear for river fishing. And though it was the same in a lot of ways, it was also different. She was a good fisherman. Or fisherwoman, or whatever you call them. If you don't know what being a good fisherman means then you don't fish, and I can't explain it to you. It has very little to do with whether or not you actually catch fish. It's more of a culture thing.

Anyway, we didn't have much luck fishing from the shore, so she popped for renting a small aluminum fishing boat with a thirty-five horsepower motor on it and we went in search of our own secret fishing hole. She sat in the back, with her hand on the throttle and steered. I wondered briefly where she'd learned about boat motors and steering and such, but then we were moving and the wind was in my hair and this was what I'd come here for and I concentrated on having a good time.

She seemed to have some destination in mind, because she kept that motor flat out for a good ten minutes and we arrowed straight across the lake toward a bulge in the shore. Once we were out on the lake proper, and there wasn't much to see, I turned around and looked back at her. She was staring right at me.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, trying to sound like a gangster.

"You," she yelled.

"Why?" I asked, losing the gangster feeling.

"Because you're gorgeous."

Even with the wind on my face I could feel the blood rushing there. She laughed, but it didn't make me feel bad. This kind of teasing I could live with.

I turned back around and watched the shore get closer. It turned out she had looked at a map in the marina and had seen this little part of the shore that was shaped like a comma, sort of. It came out and then curved back toward the shore. So there was this little area behind it that was protected from the wind. You couldn't actually see it from the lake, and you had to drive the boat around the tip of the comma to get in there. She had decided this would be a place where the big ones lay around, eating and getting fat. There was nobody else there, either.

Once we had thrown the cement-filled coffee can that was our anchor over the side, we started getting things ready to fish. She stayed in the back, and I stayed in the front, but I turned around to face her. She stood up and took her shirt off, to reveal the bikini top I now had a love/hate relationship with. She shucked her shorts and got out some sun screen. I watched her slather it all over her shoulders, arms, upper chest, belly and legs.

She looked up at me. "What are you looking at?" she growled.

"You," I said. My voice kind of cracked.

"Why?" Her voice had changed to that of a cartoon character and she was grinning.

I didn't go along with her joking manner, though.

"Because you're gorgeous," I said softly.

Her hands stopped moving and the smile kind of faded slowly from her mouth, but she didn't look disappointed or anything.

"Damn," she said. "You have no idea how dangerous you are, do you."

"Me?" I asked, honestly confused.

"Oh brother," she sighed. "This is not turning out like I thought it would."

"I'm sorry," I said automatically.

"Not your fault," she said. Her hands started moving again. "You are who you are, and I knew that when I decided to come along. I just didn't think ..." She stopped, looked up at me and grinned. "I just didn't think. That, my fine young man, is the reason for half the problems in the world. Sometimes people just don't think."

"I'm glad you came," I said.

She glanced up from watching the sunscreen being smoothed onto the skin between her thighs. I was looking there too, but glanced up to see that her face was calm.

"I know," she said. "I'm glad I came too." She stood up and came toward me, sitting on the middle seat with her back to me. She handed the bottle of sunscreen over her shoulder. "Do my back?"

I was happy to do her back. To put this in context I was ecstatic to do her back. I did a really good job of it too. I bet it took me ten minutes to properly coat her back. She just sat there while I slid my oily hands all over her skin. I wanted to untie her top, but I knew better. Then when I was finally done, she turned around and said "You too. I don't want you sunburned."

I took my shirt off, ignoring the erection in my shorts. I hadn't thought to wear my swim suit under my clothes. I figure she changed into hers while I was in the latrine, answering the call. Even if I hadn't had a boner when I took my shirt off, I'd have gotten one as her hands slid all over my chest and arms. She squeezed my boobs, of all things, and giggled.

"You're in fantastic shape," she commented.

Then she had me turn around and she did my back, all too quickly, if you ask me. Finally she had me sit down and she did my legs. She slid her hands much too far up into the legs of my shorts and I sucked in air and held it. She laughed again, and pulled them back out.

"Maybe later," she said and leaned up to peck me on the lips.

My breath came out in a kind of whooshing groan and she laughed some more. She looked straight at the lump in my shorts.

"It won't kill you," she said. "Men all say it will, but I know better. Now. I thought we came here to catch fish, not ogle each other like lovesick teenagers."

It wasn't until almost an hour and three fish later that I looked up at her and said, "What if I am a lovesick teenager?"

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