CAMPING
Chapter 13

As soon as the girls were in the tent, Lynn blurted out, “I can't believe you did that in front of me!” soft enough so she wouldn't be heard, but loud enough for Tracy to hear. Tracy's head dropped. “It's OK... I don't care about you doing it. I was just surprised you did it with me there. I'm not mad or anything, if fact I think it's great. I wanna try it now. I've never done it before.”

Tracy perked up and the two talked about blow jobs for a while. Tracy then mentioned Lynn's statement about loosing her virginity about two years earlier. Lynn suddenly stopped talking. “Was it with an old boyfriend?” Tracy asked.

“No... but I can't tell you,” Lynn muttered.

“Why? I thought we shared everything,” Tracy questioned. “We've talked about lots of secret things.” Lynn didn't answer and Tracy began pushing her.

“OK, but you have to promise never to tell anyone! ...not your boyfriend. ...not any of your friends! If you ever say anything a lot of people could get in big trouble!” Lynn conditioned. Tracy assured her she would keep this secret; just like all the other secrets they had.

Lynn pondered for a while, then began. “It was my dad...” Tracy gasped. “Please don't tell anyone!” Lynn begged. “He didn't rape me or anything. I wanted him to do it.”

“I'm just surprised. It's fine – our secret. I guess I should have known after a few days ago. Tell me about it?” Tracy reassured again.

“You don't think I'm a slut or anything?” Lynn questioned. Tracy shook her head. “You don't think I'm a sicko?”

Again Tracy shook her head. “I guess you're kinda lucky to have a dad you can talk... well... do stuff with. My parents are kinda prudish,” Tracy commented.

“Maybe...” Lynn acknowledged. “My parents have always been kinda relaxed. We're not nudists or anything at home, but sometimes I've seen my dad naked, like when he gets out of the shower or something, and he had probably seen me naked too, not that I walk around naked or anything, but when I was younger I used to walk around in just panties. When my boobs started to grow I would wear one of those little kid's bra things or a tee shirt and panties. If we traveled and stayed in a motel, we'd all just change in front of each other. It wasn't a big deal.”

“I wish my parents were like that... Every time my mom sees me walking around in panties she tells me to get dressed,” Tracy chuckled. “So how did it happen?”

“It was my 12th birthday. My mom had already given me 'the talk' and stuff. We had talked a few times and she had told me about boys and men and what happens to them. I knew what they had, but had never seen one hard. She told me, if I really wanted to see how boys and men work, she would show my with my dad. She said I'd have to get completely naked though because my dad would have to too. When I was ready, just tell her. That was a few weeks before my birthday.”

“Even though I knew my dad had seen me, I had never just got naked in front of him, so I was a little scared. I thought about it and I really wanted to see. He had already seen me naked anyway, so it wasn't a big deal for him to see me, so the day before my birthday I told my mom I wanted to do it.”

“She told me they would go into their bedroom before I went to bed. She said to give them 15 minutes, then knock on their door. I was told I didn't have to be naked then, but when I came in I had to take all my clothes off. After we ate dinner, my mom and dad cleaned up. I didn't know what to do while I was waiting and didn't know how long I'd have to wait, so I turned on the TV. It must have been over an hour before my mom sat down beside me and said I didn't have to do it; I could just skip it and go to bed by 9:30. She and my dad were going into their bedroom now.”

“After that, she went back in the kitchen for a minute and then my dad and her went upstairs. I just sat there for a while trying to get the courage to go to their room. I finally went upstairs, but went into my room, undressed, and put on one of the tees I slept in. I just had the tee on, nothing else, not even panties. I was so nervous I almost chickened out, but then I walked to their door and knocked.”

“My mom told me to come in. I opened the door and walked in. My mom was sitting on the bed next to my dad, who was laying down. She didn't have anything on on top. I closed the door and just stood there. My mom asked if I was scared and I nodded. She reminded me what she had said and asked if I wanted to do it or just go back to my room. I thought for a moment, then pulled my tee off.”

“She told me to come to the bed on the other side of my dad. He was kinda laying in the middle. I walked over beside him and just stood. My mom pulled down the sheet and I saw she, and my dad, were naked. She told me to sit down and make myself comfortable. I was sooo nervous. I sat on the bed. My dad was still kinda soft. My mom asked if I wanted to touch him and I said no because I was so nervous. She said it was OK to touch him and he nodded too. She said he would probably get hard if I touched him too.”

“I reached out and touched him and soon he began to get hard. I pulled my hand away. My mom asked if I had ever seen a boy ejaculate. I asked what that was because I didn't know then. She told me and then said she would make my dad do it for me. She reached out and started jerking him off, but I didn't know what she was doing at the time.”

“I don't know how long it took, but suddenly he squirted. They explained what the stuff was and stuff, then my mom told me to touch it. I did – it was kinda slimy I thought. She touched it too and then put some in her mouth, but I didn't want to do that. He got soft again. They explained all his parts to me. It was great, but I felt weird with my mom there, so after a while I went back into my room.”

“You didn't do it? I thought you said you did,” questioned Tracy.

“I did. I'm getting to that,” Lynn said, then continued her story.

“The next day was my birthday. It was a Friday, so my dad had to work and I had school. While I was at school, my mom went and picked up my aunt because she didn't have a car. It's about a 4 hour drive. I had kinda a family party that night and after my mom drove my aunt home. She was going to spend the night there and come back the next day, so it would be just my dad and me that night.”

“I was watching a movie with my dad and about 9 o'clock he said he was tired and going to bed. He said I could stay up and watch the movie, then he went upstairs. It wasn't that good, so after a few more minutes I shut it off and went upstairs too. I couldn't sleep and was thinking about the night before. I thought it might be easier without my mother there, so I got out of bed, took my panties off, and walked to my dad's room wearing just a tee.”

“I softly knocked, but I guess he didn't hear me. I could hear the TV going in his room, so knew he was still awake. I opened the door and he looked up. I asked if I could come in and he said yes. I walked in and closed the door. I was braver that night and pulled off my tee and stood there naked. He looked at me, then stood up. He had his underwear on, but he took them off and laid back down. He asked if I wanted to lay with him, so I did.”

“He didn't pull the sheet over us. I was looking at his thing and he said I could touch, it if I wanted to. I started playing with it and it got hard. We started talking about sex. I asked him questions and he just answered them like they were nothing. He asked me if I was still a virgin and I said I was then he asked me if I still had my hymen. I wasn't sure and he asked me if I wanted him to check. I opened my legs and he put his finger in me a little and said I still had one.”

“We talked more about sex and stuff. I still had my legs open, but he pulled his hand away. I told him he could touch me if he wanted, but he said it was fine. It felt good when he touched me, so I kinda hinted and said if I was touching him, he could touch me too, then took his hand and put it between my legs again. He began to rub me as we talked more.”

“He told me it might hurt the first time I had sex, but if the boy was gently and went slow, it probably wouldn't be too bad and that it would probably only hurt the first time. He said I would like it after that. We talked some after that too, but I was getting turned on and wasn't really listening. I asked him if it would be OK if he put his thing in me and broke my hymen for me. At first he said no, but I kept asking him different ways and he finally said if I really wanted to do it, we could, but we could never tell anyone.”

“We talked about that for a while and he told me why. He said he and my mother had talked about it and it was OK with her, IF I really wanted him to do it. I said I did and it was OK with me if he said something to my mother about it, but I wouldn't tell her if he didn't want me to. He asked me a bunch of questions to make sure I wanted it.”

“I had been on my side and rolled onto my back so he could do me. He told me he wouldn't do it that way. He was afraid he'd hurt me and I might change my mind after we started. I said I wouldn't, but he told me I had to be on top in case I did. I rolled on top of him.”

“I grabbed his thing and aimed it, then started pushing down. It hurt a little, so I stopped pushing and asked if he would do it. He asked if I wanted to forget it, but I said no. I was sooo horny by then I wanted to do it. He was still barely into me and he felt sooo good. He started rubbing my back and butt and talking to me, telling me to relax and reminding me I didn't have to do it. He said to do it like I pulled a bandaid off – just do it quick and stuff.”

“I kept pushing down a little and could still feel it. I was afraid to push more. Finally I just let myself drop and he went all the way in. It hurt a little, but not as bad as I thought it would. He said to stay still and let my body get used to it. I would know when to move. You know my dad isn't that big, but he felt huge inside me. It didn't hurt and it kinda felt good, but I was stuffed.”

“I don't know how long I stayed still, but he didn't move and just kept rubbing my back and butt. Back rubs always feel good but I never realized how good it felt to have my butt rubbed. It was really turning me on and finally I just had to move. I never imagined how good doing it would feel.”

“I don't know how long we did it. It hurt a little at first, then felt really good, but after a while I started getting sore even though it still felt good. My dad asked me if I wanted him to cum in me and I said yes. It wasn't long before he groaned, 'I'm cumming!' and I felt his thing kinda pulsating inside me. It made me real slippery. I stopped moving after that because I was getting more sore. I stayed on his chest with his thing still in me for a while, but then he kinda slipped out.”

“I stayed with him that night. I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up he was hard again. I wanted to do it again, but I was too sore. I kinda played with him and after a while he woke up. We talked about what happened and he asked again if it was what I wanted and if I regretted what happened. I told him it was what I wanted and was glad it happened. He kinda laughed when I told him I wanted to do it again, but I was too sore.”

“We finally had to get up because we needed to pee. He opened a drawer in the bedside and took out a pill, gave it to me, and told me to take it. It was one of those morning after pills so I wouldn't get pregnant. We talked about that too. We still do it sometimes, like maybe once a month, but I always have to go to him. He told me my mom was enough to keep him satisfied, but he always wants to be there if I need him. I try not to go to him too often though. My mom knows and it doesn't bother her she says, but I don't want to hog him all the time.

“He always uses a condom now too. He says I should use one every time I do it so I don't get pregnant. We talked about that too. That's why he showed me how to do anal. If a boy doesn't have a condom and I still want to do stuff, I can do that. He says he'll always give me lube to do it, but won't give me condoms. He said if a boy cares enough about me, he'll get his own condoms and if he doesn't it's because he doesn't care about me.”

Lynn stopped talking and waited for Tracy to say something, but silence filled the tent. Lynn, thinking the worst, blurted, “So now you know I fuck my dad... I guess you think I'm a sicko slut.”

“No! Not at all,” Tracy snapped back. Lynn looked at her now somewhat relieved. “Actually I was thinking how lucky you were. I wish your dad was my dad.”