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 Summer Roadtrip by Jefferson Copyright (C) 2003 by Jefferson This story is
a work of fiction.  All events and persons, living and dead, are fictional.
Any resemblence to an actual person or event is purely coincidental.  This
story was edited by "Consonant Smile" with my deepest and eternal
gratitude. Chapter 4 - DAY 4 Tuesday Daytona Beach To Southern Florida When
I woke up the next morning, I had no idea where to go.  I pulled out of the
hotel parking lot at about nine in the morning with my stomach growling at
me.  I didn't want to cook in the RV so I stopped at the first fast food
restaurant I saw.  I ordered two bacon, egg and cheese biscuits, a cup of
orange juice and a cup of coffee.  I sat in the RV in the parking lot and
ate while looking over a map for possible destinations.  My plans were shot
to hell; I was supposed to be with Josh and Beck for a few days.  Then I
planned to head for New Orleans where I already had reservations at a
campground.  But the reservations weren't for a few more days.  I stared at
the map of Florida.  When I was done eating, I still had no idea where to
go or what to do.  Nonetheless, I pulled out, got on the interstate and
headed south.  That night I pulled into a little tiny campground, barely
big enough for ten RV's and parked.  I hooked up the electric, the water
and the cable television and settled in for a boring night of watching TV.
I first heard the rain, then I heard the thunder and eventually I caught
glimpses of lightening through the window blinds.  I didn't think much of
it.  I didn't realize that this campground was for campers as well as RV's.
I learned.  The knocking on my door was furious.  I woke up with a start.
Apparently I had fallen asleep on the couch while watching some boring news
magazine.  It took me a minute to clear the cobwebs and figure out what was
going on.  The pounding on my door continued.  I pulled myself up, turned
off the TV and went to the door.  "Who is it?" I yelled but got no
response. I pushed the curtain aside and saw a woman standing there flanked
by two kids.  "Open the door!" she yelled at me when she saw me.  I
unlocked the door and opened it.  The rain was still coming down in sheets
and the thunder and lightning were closer and almost simultaneous.  The
storm was right on top of us.  "What do you want?" I yelled over the
pounding rain.  "Can we come in please?  We were camping up the trail a
ways.  Our tent is leaking real bad and my kids are terrified." I looked
past her at the two kids.  They were soaked to the bone and both trembling.
I couldn't tell whether or not they were crying because of the rain, but by
their red eyes I knew they had recently.  I stepped aside and let the woman
and two kids in.  Once they were in I closed the door.  "I'm sorry about
this.  My husband is packing the truck up right now.  Our tent is a mess."
"It's okay.  Hold on a minute and I'll get you all some towels," I told her
and headed back to the cabinet for three towels.  I returned and handed
each of them a towel.  They dried off but still looked miserable.  "I know
this is asking a lot," The woman started.  "But is it possible we could
stay here for a while, until my husband finishes packing up the camp?  It
shouldn't be more than an hour or so." "Sure, no problem.  Have a seat," I
said waving my hands at the couch.  "You want a cup of coffee or
something?" The woman's smile was incredible.  "Thank you.  And yes, I
would love a cup of coffee.  We ran out two days ago.  By the way, I'm
Joann, and these are my daughters Mandy and Sandy," she said as her and the
girls settled onto the couch.  I went to the kitchen and started a fresh
pot of coffee.  "I'm Jason Marcison, nice to meet all of you.  How long
have you been camping out here?" The woman took a deep, exasperated breath
and then spoke.  "Five days.  It's our first time.  We have a brand new,
untested tent, not nearly enough food, coffee, clean water, but my husband
insists this little jungle adventure will give our daughters character. 
All I see it giving them is poison Ivy and a cold.  Don't worry," she added
quickly before I said anything.  "We do have medicine.  She won't infect
you," she said rubbing one of the girl's heads.  I laughed.  "Well that's
good to know.  The coffee will be just a minute.  Do you two want anything?
A soda?  Some milk?" I said, asking the two girls.  This was the first time
I had gotten a good look at the two girls.  Both were about eleven or
twelve years old, apparently identical twins.  They had very short blonde
hair, blue eyes and chubby cheeks.  For their age, they were cute.  Both
girls were wearing T-shirts and both were soaked.  The T-shirts stuck to
their bodies so I could easily make out their budding tits and even their
nipples erect from the cold rain.  "Can we have a soda mom?  Please?" One
of them begged.  "Fine.  You can each have one soda and that's it.  And you
better say thank you," she said as I reached into the refrigerator and
pulled out two Cokes.  I handed each girl a can and then sat down on the
bench near the table.  They both said, "thank you." "I take it from your
circumstances that your family doesn't camp much." I stated.  "No, my
husbands family used to camp a lot.  His father, his brothers and he would
go every spring and summer.  But this is the first time we've been camping
as a family.  I don't see the attraction." The two girls both nodded their
agreement.  "So, this is the last camping outing for your clan?" I asked
somewhat amused by the whole thing.  All three of them said yes at the same
time.  "I don't have anything that will fit right, but do you want me to
get you all some dry clothes?  I've got some T-shirts or something that are
large enough and are dry." The girls both looked to their mother.  "That
would be wonderful thank you." I just nodded, stood up and headed to the
bedroom.  I picked out two T-shirts and took them out.  "These should work.
You can change in the bedroom.  Just push the door closed." I handed the
girls the T-shirts.  Taking their sodas with them they headed to the
bedroom.  They pushed the door closed and it was just me with Joann.  "So
are you all heading home now?" "No, were going to try to find a hotel.  We
live up in Atlanta.  We're just here for a week for the camping experience.
We'll head home tomorrow after this storm passes," Joann stated.  We
continued to make small talk until the two girls re-appeared from the
bedroom.  "Mom, he's got a TV and everything in here." "That's nice Sandy,"
her mom said.  I knew what was coming and so did she.  "If it's okay with
your mother, you're welcome to lay down in there and watch TV.  I have
cable.  If this storm hasn't knocked it out," I said.  They both turned to
their mother.  "Okay," She agreed.  "But don't touch anything, don't go
peeking through Mr.  Marcison's stuff and don't make a bunch of noise."
They both agreed and rushed back to the bedroom.  When they were gone Joann
turned to me.  "I'm really sorry about all your troubles.  They've been
stuck out here with no TV, no radio, no friends, they just aren't used to
it.  This RV is heaven compared to that tent." "Oh it's not a problem," I
said as I poured us each a cup of coffee.  I handed her one and sat back
down.  "I have some sugar or milk if you want." "No this is fine," she said
and took a sip of the hot coffee.  "Oh that's wonderful." For the first
time since I woke up I looked at my watch.  It was after midnight.  "Would
you like a dry shirt or something?  I have a bathrobe if you'd prefer?" I
asked.  She was as soaked as the girls were.  "No I'm fine.  Thank you,"
she said.  She suddenly became self-conscious and tried to cover her
breasts, which were well outlined under the soaked dark blue shirt.  We
talked for about an hour before she got up to go check on her girls.  Both
were fast asleep in the bed.  The rain was letting up by this time and
after checking on the girls Joann chose to go back out and find her
husband, help him pack up and then come back for the girls.  I told her we
would be here when she got back.  She went out and headed up the dirt road
that turned into a path.  I closed the door and went and sat down.  I
turned on the television and almost as soon as I did, I heard the bedroom
door slide open and one of the girls, now dressed in only my T-shirt
stepped out.  She came out to the kitchen and looked around.  "Where's my
mom?" She asked.  "She went to find your father and help pack.  The rain
has let up quite a bit.  They'll come back for you when they're done.  We
thought you were asleep." "I was." She rubbed her eyes.  "Sandy still is.
Something woke me, the door I think," she said as she came over and sat
next to me on the couch.  "Camping sucks wienies!" I just laughed.  "We
come out here, against our better judgment, we wanted to go to Disney world
or something.  Anything but spending a week in the woods.  Wow!  Where's
the fun in that?  But, no!  Dad says we're going camping and here we are.
Two days after we arrive mom realized we didn't have enough food.  Dad
tried to catch fish in the lake but never caught any.  Mom said he just
went out to relax and drink beer.  Sandy got poison ivy on one of dad's
forced marches through the woods.  He tried to make them educational by
pointing out flowers and birds.  The highlight of our trip was seeing a
skunk!  No, It didn't spray us otherwise we'd still be stinking.  Then it
started raining.  Have you ever tried sleeping in a sleeping bag on the
hard ground?  It's not easy to do.  Thank you, but I prefer a mattress and
sheets, not the ground and cotton stuffing.  So where are you from?" For
the first time, the girl took a breath.  "Virginia.  I'm on vacation too,"
I tell her.  "You've got it better than we do.  At least you're not in a
leaky tent.  Oh yeah!  The tent!  Dad bought that tent three days before we
came.  He claimed that it was new, but he got it for forty bucks so it
makes you wonder.  First off it's not big enough.  I'm sure it was only
meant for two, maybe even one person.  The bugs all come in because the
zipper on the door doesn't work right and of course, it leaks.  Good
planning on dad's part right?" she laughed.  "My father tries hard, but as
my mother puts it, he puts in 110% but only the 10% comes out right.  Have
you ever watched the 'A-Team'?  My fathers' plans are sort of like
Hannibal's plans: they never work right.  But Hannibal's' worked out even
if they didn't work right.  My father isn't so lucky, he doesn't have BA
and a Face and a crazy Murdock to help him.  All he has is us.  What the
hell do we know about camping?" The girl had no off button.  She continued
to talk and she talked constantly.  I listened and answered her.  She
changed topics like most people change socks, regularly, but she made some
good points and she was the best entertainment around at one o'clock in the
morning.  While she was talking she turned sideways, leaning back against
the arm of the couch and curled her legs up underneath her giving me a
pretty good look at her pink bikini and the small hairs surrounding it. 
"I'm a growing girl you know...  I'm supposed to be at home, playing spin
the bottle, learning how to kiss a boy...  Not out here playing Dr.  Quinn,
medicine woman." "You watch way to much TV," I told her.  She laughed. 
"Same thing my mother says.  Hey, if you want brains, I can wake up Sandy.
She's the straight A student.  Me, I would prefer to marry a rich man and
let him take care of me.  That's what my grandmother says I should do.  I
don't think she likes me much or at least, doesn't have much confidence in
me.  I eavesdropped on a conversation she had with her sister, my great
aunt, one time when she came to visit.  She was telling my aunt all these
wonderful things about Sandy and all these horrible things about me.  I
told my mom but she didn't believe me." "What did she say about you that
was so terrible?" I had to ask.  "She was saying that I was a tease.  That
I tease the boys by dressing in skimpy clothes and she said it wouldn't
surprise her a bit if I got pregnant while I was in high school.  She
basically said I was a tramp and a loser.  But that's okay.  I don't like
her much either.  Neither does my grandfather.  He likes me.  He says my
grandmother is an old hag who couldn't find her ass if it wasn't so big."
She giggled at the joke.  "Whenever they come to visit I always hang out
with Grandpa.  He teaches me about cars and stuff.  He's cool.  He tells me
all this sex stuff about what he did when he was younger and stuff.  I
don't know how much of it's true, but he always gets me laughing so hard I
almost pee my pants.  Speaking of peeing, do you have a toilet I can use?"
"Right over there.  In the shower stall," I told her pointing it out to
her. "Why is it in the shower?  That's silly." "It saves room.  It doesn't
hurt the toilet to get wet.  It also gives the person using it a little
privacy.  You can close the shower door." "Oh, that's pretty cool," she
said as she thought about it.  She stood up and went to the shower, opened
the door, stepped inside.  "God, this place is small." The door closed and
she was quiet for the first time since she got up.  Her mother had been
gone almost forty-five minutes and at that point I was getting very tired.
It was almost two am.  "Do you like to have girls pee on you?" Mandy yelled
from inside the shower.  "Excuse me?" I yelled back wanting to make sure I
heard her right.  I heard the toilet flush and the door open.  The sink
came on as she washed her hands and then she stepped out.  "I said, do you
like to have girls pee on you?  I know this sixteen-year-old boy.  He likes
to have girls pee on him.  He sometimes watches me when I pee.  He says the
younger the girl, the better the pee." "He watches you go to the bathroom?"
"Hey, he pays me.  Ten bucks every time he gets to watch." She sits back
down in the same position she had been in.  I get a glimpse of her hairy
pussy.  She had left her panties in the bathroom.  She now, really, had on
nothing but my T-shirt.  "He says he'll pay me more if I would pee on him.
But I wouldn't do that.  He likes me," She says quite proud of herself. 
"Do you like me?" She asks as she spreads her legs a little more so I can
get a good look at her cunt.  I wasn't sure what to say; I knew what to do
though.  I looked away.  "Yes, I like you.  You're fun to talk too," I said
looking out the window.  "I don't mean like that.  I mean do you want to
fuck me?" This got my attention.  I turned to face her.  "Aren't you a
little young?" "Jeremy says, if you're old enough to bleed, you're old
enough to breed." "Whoever this Jeremy is, he's telling you wrong," I told
her rather defensively.  "Jeremy is the guy who likes to watch me pee.  He
says he'll give me $100 if I let him deflower me.  I've told him no so far.
But only because I'm not sure what it means.  I know it has something to do
with sex.  Do you know what it means?" I was speechless.  I didn't know
what to say.  All I could do was sit there and stare at this half naked
twelve year old who was begging to be fucked!  "Are you there?" She asked.
"I think you better talk to your mother about that," I finally managed to
say.  "Don't worry, I do know what it means.  It means he wants to be the
first guy to stick his dick in me.  I've told him he could.  But I keep
putting it off.  Have you ever de-flowered a girl?" "That's none of your
business.  I think you better go back to bed." "Why?  Don't you want to
de-flower me?" she said rather seductively.  She then leaned forward, got
on her hands and knees on the couch and began crawling towards me.  I stood
up before she got to me.  I wasn't sure what was more annoying, the topic
of the conversation or the hard-on in my pants.  "No, I don't want to
de-flower you.  You're way too young for me." "What does age have to do
with anything?  Sex is sex.  Trust me!" she said.  I couldn't believe what
I was hearing.  "Have you had sex?" I asked as I leaned against the kitchen
table.  Still on her hands and knees, she got off the couch and came
towards me again.  I was trapped.  The only place left to go was the
bedroom and I'd really be trapped there.  "Not yet.  I've given oral to
Jeremy.  He says I'm a natural at it.  I even let him cum in my mouth. 
Have you ever cum in a girls mouth?" "That's none of your business.  Mandy,
I think you had better go back to the bedroom with your sister." She was in
front of me now.  She got up on her knees and looked up at me.  "No.  I
won't." Her hand was on my leg sliding upwards until she found the bulge at
my crotch.  "You don't want me to either.  You're horny." It seemed like
time stopped as she grabbed my zipper and began to pull it down.  I
couldn't move.  This little twelve year old had me paralyzed.  I got very
lucky.  There was a horn beep and suddenly she was on her feet cussing up a
storm and running for the bathroom.  As I started to breath again I heard
her say something about her parents.  Then she was in the bedroom.  The
door slammed shut and I heard her launch herself into the bed.  The entire
RV shook a little when she landed.  I took a few deep breaths, zipped
myself up and went to the door.  There, in a blue SUV was Joann waving at
me.  I waved back and Joann and her husband got out of the truck and came
to the door.  "Any problems?" Joann asked.  I chose not to tell what had
happened.  Instead, I let them in.  Let them collect their daughters and be
gone after taking a picture of them.  Mandy looked real sad as they drove
away.  I closed and locked the door, laid the picture on the table, turned
off everything and crashed into my bed.