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One Happy Camper
PART ONE - Chapter 1
Trees and bushes rush by her window in an uninterrupted sequence of green. It is the most boring thing she has seen in over a year. Her headphones are blasting Britney from her iPod Nano. It's so loud her mother keeps turning around to look at her only to scrunch her nose in annoyance. Agatha rolls her eyes at it and looks back at the green hell in front of her. She hates these family trips. Every summer, like clockwork, six adults (her mom’s brothers and their wives, plus her own parents) and a gaggle of cousins descend on the same remote cabin or lakeside rental. They’re all obsessed with who catches the most fish for dinner or empties the most beer cans in the shortest frame of time. Agatha, meanwhile, would rather be anywhere else - preferably somewhere with Wi-Fi and zero mosquitoes. This year, she’s packed extra bug spray and exactly zero enthusiasm.
“I need you to be on your best behavior. I don't want Willy's new girlfriend to think we're all as insane as you”, her mother spits while they take a quick toilet break about fifty miles away from the cabin campground, “and tune down the gay as far as you can, I don't want Vicky's girl to feel uncomfortable with you.”
“Vicky's girl?” Agatha frowns and stuff the rest of her Mars into her mouth.
“Wilbur's new girlfriend, do you even listen to me?”
“Not if I can avoid it,” she mumbles and her mother shakes her head.
“She's bringing her daughter, she's about your age and I don't want any complaints, are we understood, Agatha?”
“Whatever”, Agatha rolls her eyes and gets up, seeing her father walk back towards them, “can we go now?”
It's another hour until they reach the small campsite near Wilson Lake. It's the same boring place they always go to for one of the longer summer weekends. Her parents like it because after breakfast the men leave to fish and then women all gossip while sunbathing on the shore.
When Agatha had been little, she had liked it enough. As the only girl cousin, the boys usually left her alone to play in the water close to where her mother and aunts were sitting. As she got older, they accepted her into their group until she got old enough to figure out boys were generally gross, annoying, and most often downright disgusting to her. So the past years she had usually stayed in her solo cabin to read or do sudokus. When that had gotten too boring, she had started annoying her mother until the weekend was finally over.
Driving past the sign now, Agatha cranks up the music one more time, warranting a slap on the leg from her mother just before they park.
Agatha does nothing to make herself useful. She sits on the trunk and watches her dad unload it while her mother greets her aunt Tammy with that nerve-rackingly high-pitched voice that is entirely fake and stupid. She can see both of her sons already carrying fishing gear down to the pier. Their redneck sunglasses sit tight on their noses when they each lift and arm to greet Agatha.
She can see her father talking to her but simply gestures to her headphones as an excuse to why she can't hear him. In the distance, another car and the two people standing next to it catch her eye. They are both looking her way: an unfamiliar woman and a girl about Agatha's age.
“Take the headphones off now!” Her mother orders, pulling on the cable, while she waves at the two of them “and be nice!”
Rolling her eyes yet again, Agatha stuffs the headphones and MP3 player into her backpack while her mother greets them with a slightly more toned-down version of her ‘friendly’ voice, giving both of them a hug.
“It's so good Wilbur is bringing you, uh- you're gonna love it here!”
While her mother chirps away, Agatha lets her gaze wander from Victoria (who is about her parent's age, tall, a little darker, with black hair and lots of silver jewelry) to who seems to be her daughter. To her surprise, she is already staring back at Agatha with big, brown eyes, chewing on her lower lip, fingers clutching the hem of her leopard-print miniskirt like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. Her skin tone doesn't help to hide the faint blush on her cheeks. When Agatha finally shakes her hand it is cold with sweat.
“Uhm… I'm R-Rio.”
Agatha begins to grin, slow and deliberate, like a cat who’s just spotted a mouse with a limp. That girl is into her, isn’t she?. The wide eyes, the nervous lip-biting, the way she clutches her skirt like it might shield her from whatever was happening inside her chest. Crush at first sight. Oh, the poor thing has no clue what’s hit her. Agatha could’ve told from a mile away. She knows that look, half awe, half panic, like someone realizing they’ve bitten off more than they can chew. Oh, this is going to be so, so good.
“Agatha is a year older than you, so we thought it would be nice for you two to share a cabin!” Her mother explains, still annoyingly cheery.
“Oh mom, I thought I could just stay with you?” She stammers and Agatha watches her closely as her glance flicks back and forth between her and her mother.
“The cabins are a little small for three, mi amor,” she looks at her apologetically.
“But mom-”
“Oh don't you worry,” Agatha interrupts her, “we're gonna have so much fun! I promise!” She reaches out and squeezes her arm just above her elbow and watches her jump from it.
If this is already enough to set her off, Agatha knows she is in for a fun weekend.
Her pink duffle bag over her shoulder, she leads both Rio and her mother up the path to the cabins. They sit staggered and in a big semi circle around a large gazebo and a fire pit. In between them, large pine trees stretch up into the sky. Their scent fills every bit of air. The cabins themselves are nothing special. Left of the entrance, two twin beds sit side by side. Right behind them three stairs lead into a slightly elevated area that has two couches and a table in between them, as well as a small fridge and a sink.
“There's only cold water though”, Agatha explains, letting herself fall onto the first of the two beds.
She watches as Rio chews her lip again, remaining in the entryway, seemingly contemplating whether this is the sleeping situation she had envisioned for the trip.
From the outside, someone shouts Vicky's name and she turns around, waving from the door frame. She kisses her daughter on the temple before she runs towards them, leaving Agatha and Rio alone in their cabin.
“So what do you do?”
“I-Im uh… well, I'm in school.”
“For what?”
“Science.”
“What kind of science?”
“Uhm… it's a mortuary science program.”
Agatha raises her eyebrows and grins again.
“So you'll be an undertaker?”
“They call it funeral director these days”, Rio twirls one of her black strands of hair like an adorable school girl, the other arm protectively in front of her body, “and you?”
“Physical therapy,” she casually muses, looking at her nails, “I just wanna make people feel good, you know?”
A blush spreads on Rio's cheeks once more as she nods, staring at the floor boards.
“Alright,” Agatha gets up and bends over the bed, starting to push it towards the other, “let's push them together!”
“Wait, what?”
Agatha bites her lip so her devious smile doesn't show when she turns her head back at Rio, just about observing how her eyes dart from Agatha's stretched out ass to her face.
“It's just so much nicer! I do this every year. More space, plus it gets cold at night. This way we can cuddle together!”
It's only a half lie. She does push the beds together every year to have more space, but this time is just so she can see the panicked look on Rio's face when the bed frames come together with a loud thud. The sound echoes through the room like a warning, sharp and deliberate, and Rio flinches just as she hoped.
There is a general look of relief on Rio's face when they are called down to the gazebo. The four boys all smell like wet dogs, each of them a can of beer in hand when Agatha greets them all with a half hug and tries not to pull an appalled face. They head for the pier soon enough to get into two little boats to head out to fish, but not before they raid the little buffet the moms have put out, store-bought donuts, cupcakes and crackers with a spicy dip to keep them all somewhat full before dinner.
Swimsuit already underneath, Agatha helps herself to one of the blankets they have brought, winks at Rio and makes for the shore to get some sun. She can see Victoria nudging her daughter and whispering something in her ear, but Rio only shakes her head and looks to the ground.
Fair enough then, Agatha can give her a break.
Her headphones on, she finds a sunny spot in the grass and flips through her iPod to find some late-summer beats. When she looks up, she sees the men getting into their boats. They are so loud, she can hear them over the music. Her cousin Billy, one of Wilbur's sons, waves at her and she waves back, only to realize it's not even aimed at her. A few steps to her right, Rio seems to have made up her mind and sits down on a towel she has laid out for herself. Several books in hand, she has the skirt still on, but now sports a grey bikini top. She waves at Billy before she sits down, carefully arranging the skirt over her thighs.
“Do you wanna go for a swim?”Agatha offers, taking one of the headphones out.
“Oh no I'm good, thank you”, Rio shakes her head..
Alright then.
Gripping onto the seams of her shirt, Agatha pulls it clean over her head, headphones falling off. When she gets up to take off her pants as well, she realizes that her intention has worked out. Rio is looking at her again. So instead of simply stepping out of her pants, she makes an innocent 90-degree turn, her ass now in Rio's direction, and bows down low, wiggling to get out of her jeans.
“See ya!”, she smiles at Rio, now clutching her books to her core, before she makes for the water, knowing full well that if her red swimsuit is making her swimming instructors’ head turn, Rio has already lost the fight. Agatha does not turn around to her, but knowing she is looking makes her skin tingle and explode in goosebumps. The cold water is a welcome shock to her system.
She swims out until she can't stand anymore. It's not far, but the distance allows her to spy on Rio, who runs her fingers through her hair before she looks into Agatha's direction once more only to immediately avert her eyes, staring at the open book that is now sitting in her lap.
It becomes a theme.
When Agatha gets cold and emerges from the water, drops of it running down on her, Rio pretends she isn't interested at all, even though Agatha catches her staring when she dries herself up, leaving her hair fluffy and dripping onto Rio's book when she comes closer.
“Aren't you bored?” She tries, honestly curious.
“I have exams next week,” Rio doesn't look up, her glance is fixed on the letters.
“You know we can do some other stuff?” Agatha suggests with a voice sweet as honey, scrunching down to look Rio straight in the eyes. The way she looks back is nothing short of adorable, mouth slightly agape, not a single thought in her brain. Or far too many. Who knows? Agatha puts a cold finger on her sun-warmed arm, tracing an invisible line.
“You had a fly there,” she murmurs, “I think my mom brought a boccia set, wanna play?”
It takes a second for Rio to react.
“Oh, uhm, no I'm really okay,” her hand comes up between them almost as if it creates a line of defense as she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. If she was Agatha's type at all, Agatha would almost find it attractive.
“Too bad,” she winks and goes back to her blanket to enjoy the feeling of the warm rays of sun drying her skin. Cuddled into her towel, she dozes off soon enough, listening to the quiet ripple of the lake and the sound of the leaves on the trees.
When Agatha wakes up again, Rio is no longer in her spot. In the hazy distance, she can see the boats returning to shore as the sun makes the waves glitter. Packing up her things, Agatha walks past the gazebo where Rio and the other women seem to be playing a board game. She comes closer to take a peek, standing right between Rio and her mother. It's colder in the shade. She shivers and pulls the towel tighter around herself shoulders.
“Agatha you're gonna drip on the board,” her mother grumbles and Agatha steps aside, her hips grazing Rio's arm, making her flinch. She looks up to Agatha, then further down. When Agatha follows her glance, she sees that her nipples have hardened underneath her swimsuit and are now clearly visible. A sly smile forms on her lips as she briefly taps one of her hands on Rio's shoulder before leaning down to whisper into her ear, knowing her eyes are still fixed to Agatha's chest.
“I'll quickly go change and shower, just knock if you wanna come up to the cabin.”
Without another look, she walks off feigning ignorance to whether Rio is still looking at her.
Freshly showered, her hair all fluffed up, she walks back down to where a fire has been started about an hour later. The men are back, already gutting the fish and putting them onto the grill along with burger patties and buttered corn cobs. She gives her father a brief hug, her over-sized sweater longer than the shorts she is wearing.
They eat as it gets darker. Agatha listens to the boring fishing stories and gets annoyed when Rio (who sits at the other end of the table) seems to be much more invested in them than her. She sticks to the burgers, watching her mother pull copious amounts of fish bones out of the catch.
After dinner, her uncles re-arrange the benches and chairs around the fire and prepare sticks for marshmallows. She sits down in between two of her cousins and jokes around with them, poking them with her marshmallow stick until her mother scolds her again and she finally holds it over the fire. There is almost something meditative about it, the way the flames lick at the white cube of sugar. She hears her aunt Tammy complain about the smoky smell and how all of her clothes will reek of it in the morning, but Agatha doesn't mind much. She has always liked the scent of burnt things.
“I think that's about done,” Billy comments on it, pulling Agatha out of her thoughts.
“Oh, you're right!” She takes it out of the flames and squishes it to see the white mass run out from under the skin. She gently blows on it, letting her eyes wander until they find Rio's face.
She is looking at her again, both hands around her stick, her marshmallow already browning. Agatha wets her lips and pulls the cooling marshmallow skin off the stick, bringing it to her lips. As her tongue darts out again, she looks over to where Rio is staring at her, eyes now wide. She flutters her eyelashes as she begins to eat, chewing on the crispy fondant, then gathering the rest of the marshmallow into her fingers, sucking the sticky substance off of them one by one. She releases each digit with a low pop, then lets her tongue graze over her upper lip where she knows some of the remnants still sit.
“Oh Em Gee, so yummy uncle Fred, thanks for bringing them”, she chimes, never looking away from Rio's deep red face for even just a second. She revels in it, feels how it makes her tense her upper body in pride, her shoulders going back and her chest out. Her nipples grow stiff again as they rub against the inside of her sweater. Somewhere in her belly, she feels a soft tingling.
“Rio be careful, your marshmallow!”
Her uncle Wilbur pulls the stick in Rio's hand away from the flames and blows on the pitch-black candy.
“Oh I'm so sorry!” She apologizes, hastily brushing hair behind her ear again.
“You gotta pay more attention to it”, Rio's mother laughs and helps her daughter to a new stick and marshmallow while Agatha grins at them and starts roasting a new one herself.
The night drags on like that. It's the same every year, at some point her father gets his old guitar out and begins playing music and the more beer people have, the more they join in to sing. There is no chance she will admit it, but it's nice enough as long as her mother is tipsy enough to be amicable.
It's already past midnight when most of the parents leave the group one by one. When Victoria gets up to head back to the cabins, Rio clings to her like a limpet. Agatha follows them at a distance so Rio doesn't notice her until she is already three steps up to their cabin door, letting Agatha walk past her to switch on the light.
Agatha lets herself fall down on the bed, fumbling for the zipper of her hot-pants while Rio closes the screen door. When she turns around, Agatha is already in her underwear.
“What are you doing?” she asks, panicking in her voice.
“I’m just changing, duh,” Agatha scoffs condescendingly, and makes a point to pull her sweater over her head more slowly than usual, baring her breasts.
“Oh my god,” Rio mumbles and turns around, walking to the other side of the now pushed-together bed. She doesn’t say another word, also getting ready for bed until Agatha crawls beneath the blanket. Rio has already switched off her night light, her comforter pulled all the way up to her chin, her back facing Agatha.
“Just come cuddle if you get cold,” Agatha whispers and scoots a bit closer until she also turns around and turns off the bedside lamp.
The night is quiet enough. At some point her half-awake brain registers that the rest of her cousins are returning to their cabins, stumbling through the undergrowth with little respect to the rest of them. But then that’s about it.
The morning sun wakes her up just past eight, shining through the sheer curtains. Her first glance goes to Rio, who seemingly hasn’t moved all through the night and still sleeps on the very edge of her bed. For a moment, Agatha contemplates spooning her to get a rise out of her, but then she decides to give her a break and instead makes for the campsite showers again to wash off the smoke and nightly sweat.
She fingers herself in the hot steam until she comes with a light, disappointing gasp. She’s had better. Agatha considers it her personal curse that the orgasms she gives herself in solitude are usually never as good as the ones she gets when she rubs one off laying next to another girl. Or having one sit on her face for that matter. Scoffing, she wraps herself into a towel and walks to the back room that has a few benches and a little kid-sized tub. She clips her toenails and applies sunscreen to her legs and arms, wondering whether she should ask her father about going on a quick hike to fight the boredom before he likely heads off to fish. She is so deep in thought, she only notices someone else has walked into the showers when the warm steam comes in through the half open door. She pays it little mind, finishes up and then gathers her things before she walks back through the showers and into the changing room.
Only the sight before her makes her pause.
She glances into the running three-walled shower to see who’s inside, and finds Rio with her forehead resting against her left underarm, pressed against the white tiles. The hot water pours down her body, Agatha knows that because she watches it run over her sun-fucked skin, all the way down where she is gratifying herself with quick strokes up and down her… well, her massive dick. Lightly panting, she has her eyes closed, her black hair sticking to her face. Agatha watches in reverence as her hand becomes quicker, the sounds of her palm against the erect flesh loud enough to hear despite the shower. Rio’s face contorts as tiny, needy sounds come out of her mouth and she presses her eyelids even closer together and pleasure.
It takes thirty more seconds until thick spurts of white cum shoot into her hand and against the shower walls. A silent ‘fuck’ escapes her, before lets out a deep groan and keeps pumping, smearing her cum against the tip of her cock. Still twitching, it has not finished leaking fresh semen. Agatha watches it drip off of her, gathering on the floor before it is flushed down the drain.
“Wow, I guess someone needed a good wank, huh?” Agatha giggles snippily and bites her lower lip, watching as Rio’s eyes fly open in shock, her fist still wrapped around herself.
“Agatha-”
“No worries, your secret’s safe with me”, she winks, blows her a kiss, and simply walks off, a surge of unfamiliar power and arousal pulsing through her veins. She wraps the towel together around herself before she exits into the cold morning air, heading back down to where their cabin is. It doesn't take long for her to hear steps behind her.
“Wait! Agatha, wait!” She hears Rio's high voice behind her.
Out of pure mercy she turns around.
“Hm?”
“A-are you really not gonna tell everyone? I'm really sorry, I thought I was alone!”
“No, why would I?” She shrugs.
Rio looks at her with big eyes, “and you don't have questions? I mean about…”
Agatha pulls her sunglasses out of her wash bag, puts them on and grins widely.
“What is there to ask, Rio? Sometimes the cutest girls have the biggest cocks.”