THE CLUB
Chapter 22

It was only a few days later that the club was meeting. Mark and Meg left their house and met with Marsha to walk to the clubhouse. Mark and Marsha were getting more serious and largely ignored Meg as they walked. Once they arrived, Meg left the couple and went to talk to the others there.

Meg was chatting with a couple of other girls when Ron tapped her on the shoulder. "Can I talk to you for a sec.?" he whispered before moving a short distance away. Meg excused herself and walked over to him. "Take a walk?" he asked. Meg nodded and walked into the woods with him.

"You know... You're different from the others to me. They're just girls, You're more," Ron began.

"I feel kinda the same..." confessed Meg, slightly blushing.

Ron stopped. They were out of sight from the others now. He turned and kissed Meg. She was thrilled. Naturally she returned the kiss and he began to feel her body as they continued kissing.

Meg's body began to react. When Rod tugged her top up, Meg just lifted her arms letting him pull it off. Her shorts were next as Ron undid them and they puddled at her ankles and quickly covered as her panties fell on top of them. Meg, carried away with the moment, just stepped out of them.

For a moment Meg stood, naked, before Ron then he eased her to the ground and ended up kneeling between her outstretched legs. Her chest heaved as he undid his pants. "I want you..." he muttered as he pushed his pants and underwear to his thighs, releasing his already stiff cock.

Slowly Ron eased himself down between her legs. Meg gasped as Ron's cock entered her pussy. He wasted no time and started pumping in and out of her immediately. Meg's climb had just started when Ron stiffened and then plunged hard into her. He climaxed.

For a few minutes both stayed still, his cock still buried inside her. Finally he stood back up on his knees pulling out of her as he did. He pulled his pants back up then sat back. Meg suddenly began to feel awkward. "Can you pass me my clothes?" she asked. He looked around, spotted them and grabbed them, then held out her top and shorts, which she took. "My panties?" she requested.

"Can I keep them? ...to remember you by," he grinned. She thought for a moment and then shrugged as she nodded. He stuffed them into his pocket. "Some of the girls are a little resentful of Marsha because of your brother. I don't want them to resent you. I'll leave now. You come in about 5 minutes, OK?"

Meg watched in amazement as Ron stood up and walked away from her. Slowly she dressed, sans panties, of course. She sat for a few more minutes trying to understand what had just happened. Feeling she had waited long enough, Meg stood and walked back to the clubhouse.

The only ones there were Mark and Marsha talking together, Mish and Sue talking together, and Rita standing alone. "Hi!" she greeted as she walked up to Rita.

"Hi. Where were you?" Rita replied.

"Um... I had to pee," Meg lied. "Where is everyone?"

"Everyone's here. Well... Except for Ron and Gail. They just walked off into the woods. My guess is they're doing the deed. Gail thinks he likes her," Rita giggled.

Meg wanted to ask for more details, but Rita was already on a different subject and chatting away. Meg was hardly listening. About 10 minutes later Gail appeared. She was slightly flushed and somewhat untidy, not like her. "So... How was it?" Rita grinned.

"How was what?" Gail snapped defensively.

"I know you got laid... Still in love?" teased Rita. Gail began to play innocent and deny everything. "Um... Is that your yellow panties Ron is holding?" Rita grinned. Gail and Meg both looked as Ron, who was talking to Mish, Held up a pair of yellow panties. Gail turned bright red and turned away. Meg continued to watch is disbelief as Ron pulled another pair of panties out of his pocket, a red pair, then Meg's blue pair.

Meg was devastated, angry, jealous, and confused. She realized she was just being used by Ron. "I gotta go," she muttered as she quickly started walking away and then broke into a run.

Mark saw her run past and took off after her followed by Marsha. He caught up to her just before she was out of sight of the clubhouse. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Look at what Ron's holding!" Meg blurted.

Both Mark and Marsha turned to look at Ron, but didn't see him holding anything. When they turned, Meg stormed off. Mark and Marsha once again chased after her, both positioning themselves in front of the path she was heading down. "What's going on?" Mark asked again.

"Didn't you see what Ron was holding?" Meg blurted. Both shook their heads. Meg, now exasperated, Unsnapped her shorts, pulled down the zipper, and let them open. "Notice anything missing?"

Both Mark and Marsha looked puzzled. "You have no hair, but we already knew that," commented Marsha. "What were we supposed to see Ron holding?"

"You didn't see..." sighed Meg. "He has three pairs of panties, one of them mine. I thought he liked me. Instead he's just collecting girls' panties."

"That son-of-a-bitch!" Mark blurted as he started back towards the clubhouse.

"NO!" both girls blurted as they grabbed him. It took some time, but the girls finally got Mark settled. Slowly they began walking away from the clubhouse in silence.

Some minutes had past when Meg sighed, "I wanted to go swimming. It's so hot out."

"I know where we can go," smiled Marsha as she took the lead heading off their usual path. After a few minutes they came upon a small brook. "This is it. It's not big, but over a foot deep here. It's really cold though; spring fed," Marsha explained.

"Well, we can't really swim here..." Meg commented, but really wanted to say she didn't know how to react about getting naked in front of her brother with Marsha there.

"We can still cool off," countered Marsha. Meg shrugged. Marsha and Mark whispered together a bit and then Marsha continued. "Look, we've all seen each other a lot of times. I know you've seen your brother and he's seen you and... well... anyway... I don't mind. I'm not worried about you. I know you two are close."

For a moment there was stillness and silence. Mark and Marsha both pulled there tees off at the same time. Meg, still unsure, hesitated. Marsha's shorts dropped as did Mark's. Being the only one still completely dressed made Meg feel more awkward than being naked with her brother and his girlfriend, so she also undressed.

Marsha was the first one in the water. "Oh! This feels good!" she explained as she sat down in the middle of the small stream which came up to her shoulders.

Meg was the second one in and she sat next to Marsha. "You coming in or are you going to wimp out?" she called to Mark.

Mark stepped into the water and couldn't believe how cold it felt. He hesitated and the girls began taunting him again. Mark had no choice now, at least if he was going to save face. On impulse he just jumped to the center of the stream, which almost took his breath away. To cover himself, he sort of frolicked in the water, pretending to enjoy it even though he was freezing.

Fortunately for Mark the girls didn't spend much time in the water. Instead they moved to the grass at the edge and watched him show off before he noticed they were already out. Naturally, once he did notice, he walked out too.

Both girls were giggling and whispering to each other as Mark walked out of the water. "What's so funny?" he asked evoking laughter from both.

"You look like a little boy!" blurted Meg. Mark looked at her confused. "It's all shrunk up!"

Mark looked down now realizing what they were talking about. "Um... That's what happens to guys in cold water," he blushed.

Marsha, feeling sorry for him, made an offer. "I can fix that. Come here." She patted the ground next to her. Mark went over and sat where she indicated. Marsha placed her hand on his chest and pushed slightly to get him to lay down. "Do you mind if I help him?" she whispered to Meg, who shook her head.

What happened next surprised even Meg. Marsha bent down and took Mark's cock in her mouth. It didn't take long for Mark's cock to go from "little boy" to hard and stiff. Marsha was also between Meg and Mark and she twisted around when she bent down ending up crouched on her knees with her ass towards Meg. It made her ass cheeks spread, displaying her asshole and also her pussy lips protruded between her legs.

Meg, of course, knew what a pussy looked like, but for some reason Marsha's pussy seemed to be calling out to her begging to be touched. Meg had never done something like that to another girl, except when she shaved Marsha, but strangely she felt urged to touch now. Nervously her hand reached out, but stopped almost touching Marsha. She thought about forgetting it, but something seemed to be driving her. Tentatively she ran a finger, very lightly, along Marsha's slit.

Her hand snapped beck when Marsha moved and Meg's face turned red with embarrassment. She almost knew Marsha would turn and say something, but instead Marsha parted her legs some, again sort of inviting Meg. There was no sign of her turning as she continued blowing Mark.

Again Meg reached out. As her finger once more slid along Marsha's slit, something unexpected happened. Marsha bent her back pushing her pussy towards Meg. Meg began rubbing with more confidence now. She was surprised at how wet and slippery Marsha was. Slowly she pushed her finger into Marsha's now drooling hole. At the same time Marsha seemed to be pushing back even harder.

"I'm gonna cum!" Mark blurted.

Meg pulled her hand from Marsha and Marsha seemed to concentrate on Mark. A few moments later Marsha sat up. Mark's cock was now soft. Meg was still a bit nervous and wasn't sure how to act after what she had just done. Marsha turned and stared and Meg almost expressionless, making Meg feel awkward.

A smile suddenly appeared on Marsha's face. "That was fun..." she said softly looking directly at Meg.

"Yeah," Mark answered still in a daze. Meg looked at Marsha and smiled. She knew what was really said.