Washed Away
By Aldric
Copyright 2018 by Aldric Pietar@spamex.com,
all rights reserved
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contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not
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This
story depicts minors in unusual conditions
that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation.
Obviously,
this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In
the real
world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable,
tolerated, or
legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction
and real
life. This story is fictional.
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The plan was simple. Sneak away from the campsite
before it was time to leave, make their way back to the river, walk across to
the island, find Michael’s brand-new graphite rod, and get back before anyone
knew they were gone. John had no interest in fishing, but he went to be with
Michael. Michael was his best friend and next-door neighbor, and they were just
under a year apart in age.
They were vacationing on a peninsula, reachable only
by a ferry. Michael Bell, 13, was joined by his mother, his sister, Allison,
12, and his brother Robbie, 11. John Tinker was with his mother, his twin sister
Lynn, 14, another sister, Wendy, 12, and his brother Jeremy, 11. Also with them
were two girls who lived across the street from them, Gale Darling, 14, and
Olivia Darling, 13.
The day before, Michael had fished for an hour but
didn’t get a bite. He gave up and put the rod down and they skipped stones for
a while until they realized they were nearly out of time to get back. It wasn’t
until they were back at the campsite that Michael realized he’d left his rod on
the island. It was too late to get it that night, and now, with a storm coming
near, they had just a short time to retrieve the rod before they were missed.
“Shit, look at the river,” Michael said when they got
there. Yesterday it had been almost up to their knees. Today it looked like it
would be chest deep.
“We can swim, the current doesn’t look too bad,” John
had said. He and Michael were both good swimmers and it was only twenty yards
or so the island, which was much smaller today than it had been yesterday.
“But then our clothes will be wet,” Michael said.
“It isn’t like we haven’t seen each other naked. Strip
and let’s get over there.” John didn’t hesitate. At fourteen, he was considered
himself the leader, the one to make decisions.
Michael was looking around. “Nobody is here but us,”
John said. “Come on, strip. Or go back and tell your mom that you lost the
rod.”
“No way in hell,” Michael said as he dropped his shorts
and boxers in one movement and then pulled his shirt over his head. “Mom spent
a lot of money on that and I’ll never get another one.” His thirteenth birthday
had been last month and that was his only present.
They waded out until the water was too deep to stand,
then swam to the island. The current was stronger than John had figured and
instead of landing in the center of the island they landed near the end. As
they climbed up on the wet and slippery stones they heard a noise that sounded
like thunder coming from upstream. A hurricane was building offshore, that was
why they were leaving today instead of staying the rest of the week, so thunder
wasn’t too much of a surprise even though where they were camping was nearly a
desert.
“It’s over here,” Michael said as they reached the
top. The rod was right where he’d left it, between to large rocks on the
highest point of the island. He climbed up to it and grabbed it.
“We need to go off on that end,” John said, pointing
past Michael. “Otherwise the current will drag us downstream past our clothes.”
As they made there way lengthwise across the island, a gradually increasing
rumbling noise could be heard. The boys stopped and scanned the sky, but there
was nothing but blue sky all around except far to the northwest, where the
hurricane was building.
“Look,” Michael said suddenly. “Back up!”
John looked and saw the brown, rolling mountain of
water heading straight towards them. He and Michael made their way back to the
highest point on the island. Seconds after they got there, the water was
washing over the island. It gradually covered more and more of the island. Even
where they stood it reached their knees before receding.
“Where the hell did that come from?” Michael asked. They
could see that the water flow was slowing down by watching as more and more of
the island became visible again. But the water was flowing too swiftly for them
to attempt to swim back.
“Our moms are going to kill us,” Michael said. “We
need to get back. They said we had to go, right away.”
“We can’t go now or we’ll end up a long way down the
river. We have to wait it out. Maybe fifteen more minutes.”
Fifteen more minutes passed, but the water still
looked two feet higher than when they had come over before. They continued
waiting as the water slowly receded.
Then they heard the noise that sounded like thunder
again. It had come from upstream. John thought for a few seconds and then he
realized what it was.
“The dam is up there,” he said. “They must be opening
the flood control gates. We’ve got to cross now. Give me the pole.”
John was the stronger swimmer and Michael didn’t
hesitate to hand him the pole. They both got down into the water as far up the
island as they dared go. They could already hear the sound of the next wave
coming at them.
“Go now, swim hard, and when you get on the edge get
way up on the bank,” John yelled. He waited until Michael was swimming before
following him. They were still scrambling up the bank when the swirling wave of
water washed past the island, this time passing several feet higher than the
highest point on the island.
“Where’s our clothes?” Michael said.
“We took them off down there,” John said, point to
where the water now was rushing past them. “They could be miles downstream by
now.”
“No, we’ve got to find them,” Michael said. “We can’t
go back naked.”
“Maybe we can look for a few minutes,” John said as he
headed downstream along to top of the bank. But even as the water level went
down, there was nothing but sticky, grey muck on the bank. Even if their
clothes were there they’d be buried. And going down off the bank was now far
too dangerous. As much as they both hated the idea, they had no other choice. At
least they had both left their shoes on so they wouldn’t cut their feet on the
rocks.
“Shit, this is going to be so embarrassing,” John
said. He was no longer in a hurry even though he knew the longer it took them
to get back the angrier his mom was going to be. And Mrs. Bell too, Michael’s
mother.
About half way back they were met by their brothers
Jeremy and Robbie, who couldn’t stop giggling when they saw that John and
Michael were naked.
“You guys are in so much trouble,” Jeremy said. “Mom
already has her big spoon out.”
“Yeah, and you’re going to get nailed right along side
of him,” Robbie said to Michael.
The four of them continued towards the campsite. When
they got close the younger brothers ran on ahead. John and Michael were in no
big hurry to get there naked knowing there was a public paddling from their
moms waiting for them when they arrived.
“Hey, it looks like my mom’s SUV is gone,” Michael
said. John’s mother had driven the short school bus, which had been partially converted
into more of an RV. It carried all the camping gear and food and drink they
would need. Michael’s mother drove the SUV, which the boys had ridden in, just
in case they needed a second vehicle.
“The bus is still there,” John said. “Hopefully the
other girls left with my mom and it’s just your mom and our brothers.”
“Except that all of our clothes were in the SUV,”
Michael said.
As they got closer however they saw the girls had been
sitting in the bus. They got out as Jeremy and Robbie came back, and when the
boys pointed the girls looked. And smiled. And then giggled.
Lynn had her phone in her hand as they approached. At
first John thought she was going to take a picture, but then he saw she was
talking to it.
“They just got back mom,” she said. “And they’re both
naked. Not a stitch of clothing except their shoes.”
“Why are they naked, and where the hell were they?”
John heard his mother ask over the phone.
“I’ve got you on speaker mom, I’ll let them answer
you.” Lynn handed the phone to John who had to remove one of his hands from
where it had been covering his privates, causing laughter from all the other
kids.
“Uh, we were down by the river,” John started.
“The river I expressly forbid you not to go near?” she
asked, sounding very angry. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that place is? If
they had released water from the dam you could have been washed away.”
“Uh, yeah, that’s what happened to our clothes. We had
to go out on this island to get Michael’s new rod that he left there by
accident yesterday and we got trapped for a while because they did release some
water. But we’re okay mom.”
“You are safe, but you are not okay. You are so far
from okay that you may never be okay again. Lynn, are you still there?”
John handed the phone back to his twin sister. “Right
here mom. We’ll get in the bus and get going right now.”
“No, stay where you are. I was on the last trip the
ferry is going to make. The captain wasn’t even going to take us across except
for Mrs. Bell. You’re stuck there until the winds here go down here. Fortunately,
you have enough water and food to last you two weeks and you should be able to
cross in a day or two. Are John and Michael still right there?”
“Yeah mom, they’re here.”
“Lynn, you are in charge of your sister and brother
and the Bells. Gale and Olivia will help. Don’t take any back talk from your
twin. You have permission to spank as needed, starting with one as soon as we
get off this call. Make them regret ever going to that river, is that clear?”
“Yes mom, it is,” Lynn said with an evil smile at her
twin brother.
“Boys, you will do exactly as you are told. Lynn is in
charge. And if she needs to call me because you or Michael won’t submit to her
authority when you get home you will answer to me and Mrs. Bell and then still
face Lynn’s punishment. Do you and Michael both understand?”
“Yes, John said.
“Yes, Mrs. Tinker,” Michael said. “Is my mom okay?”
“She is. She has a broken leg. Lynn can tell you what
happened. Lynn, don’t let them get away with anything. As soon as the ferry is
running again I’ll call and have you come this way.”
“Shouldn’t we move closer to the strait so when it
starts we can get right on board?”
“No, stay where you are. The winds here are fierce and
it is raining constantly. At least where you are shouldn’t have anything more
serious than sunburn to worry about. Speaking of which, John and Michael are
going to need some sun block. Make sure they use it.”
“Okay mom, love you. Call us as often as you can, I’ll
keep the phone on me.”
“Use the charger in the bus and charge it every night.
Keep it at full charge just in case. I’ll call later to see how things are
going.”
“Okay boys,” Lynn said. “You heard my mom. And from
now on you will not cover up again. If you do you will get spanked.”
“That’s not fair,” John said. “We don’t have any
clothes. We’re not going to put on a show for you girls.”
“I am,” Michael said as he moved his hands. “You
aren’t going to win. You heard your mother.” Michael’s face was bright red as
Wendy, Allison, and Olivia crowded around him, staring at the four inches of
stiff flesh they had never seen before.
“John?” Lynn said, giving him a chance.
He knew Michael was right. But that would mean letting
Gale see him, and he’d had a crush on her for three years now. His dick was as
hard as Michael’s and he could feel it twitch under his hands.
“Move them now or get two spankings in a row,” Lynn
said. Even though John was her twin brother, she was enjoying this a lot. Making
him expose himself in front of the girl she knew he liked would be the
highlight of her day.
John gave in. He knew he couldn’t win, his mother’s instructions
had seen to that. He moved his hands. This time Gale joined the other girls to
get a very close look at him.
“Okay boys, bend over and grab your ankles,” Lynn
ordered after the girls had gotten a good look at the boys.
As soon as they were in position, all the girls except
Lynn sat down on the ground. The boys realized to their horror that the girls
now had an unobstructed view of their privates and their asses.
SLAP!. The first one landed on John’s left cheek,
followed quickly by another on his right cheek. Then Lynn moved to Michael. Slap
after slap, and soon both of the boy’s butts were as red as their faces. She continued
going from one to the other for a few minutes. She didn’t want to stop, but her
hand was getting very sore. Then she had an idea.
“Jeremy, I’m sure that have been times you wished you
could hit your brother and get away with it. Do you want to continue the
spanking?”
“Sure,” Jeremy said.
“How about you Robbie?”
“You bet!” Robbie said. The two eleven-year-old boys didn’t
waste any time laying their hands across the butts of their brothers.
Michael broke first. He’d tried his best not to cry,
but the pain just kept building and building. As soon as Lynn heard the first
sob she told Robbie to stop.
“You can stand, but keep your hands to your sides
Michael,” she said to him.
The moment John heard that Michael’s spanking had
ended, he stopped holding back his tears. There was no point in suffering
further pain just to show how tough he was. His spanking also ended.
“Ten minutes boys,” Lynn said. “Then you can rub.”
“Lynn, is that the stuff mom said boys make to make
babies?” Wendy asked as she pointed at her brother.
“Jeremy started laughing uncontrollably and was joined
by Robbie once they saw what Wendy was pointing at. It was a long string of cum
hanging down from the tip of John’s dick.
“He needs to beat off,” Robbie said between bursts of
laughter.
“Beat what?” Allison asked.
“Beat off. Play with it. Choke the chicken,” Jeremy
said as he also continued laughing. “Make them both do it. Show the girls what
it means,” he added.
As much as she wanted to make the boys do it, she
backed off. If they told her mom she could end up losing the privilege of being
in charge. But she did tell the boys that if they wanted to ‘Choke the chicken’
as Jeremy had called it they would do it while the others watched. Otherwise,
they were not to touch their privates for any reason.
Michael and John were horrified. They both had raging
boners and the need to jack off, but there was no way they could do that with
the girls watching. They stood with their dicks twitching and saw they had no
place to hide.
As they moved around to try and find a place where
they could get away with a quick rub, the girls and their brothers followed them.
Finally, Michael was able to pee, which did allow his dick to soften, but he
knew it wouldn’t stay soft. John took longer, and the girls laughed as he stood
there peeing into the sand.
Lynn kept them busy doing anything that needed doing
in the camp. Since the boys were not allowed to touch themselves, she assigned
their brothers to apply sun block to them, a task the younger boys eagerly
agreed to.
Spreading it on their face, chest, back, and legs
wasn’t fun, but the last part was. And Jeremy and Robbie wanted to make sure
they had enough on their brother’s privates so they wouldn’t get burned. And
that resulted in making their brother’s shoot. Only instead of a nice cum with
several stings gushing out, the younger boys let go after the first burst,
leaving John and Michal even more frustrated at what was basically a failed
orgasm. But the girls were thrilled all the same.
That night they slept in the bus. Every movement by
the boys made noise and caused the bus to rock slightly. There was no way they
could get away with jacking off.
They finally were able to fall asleep, and both had
wet dreams. When dawn came, the Lynn knew exactly what the wet patches were
from. Even though Lynn knew it was likely a wet dream (she’d seen similar
patches on her brother’s sheets and her mom had explained them to her) she
accused the boys of violating the rule about touching themselves.
“But we were asleep,” Michael protested. “We couldn’t
help it.”
“You can. You don’t see any messes like that from your
brothers, do you?” Lynn asked.
“But they’re eleven, they don’t even make, uh, stuff.”
“I do,” Jeremy said.
“Make him prove it,” Allison said, hoping to see her
neighbor naked too.
“No, he hasn’t done anything wrong,” Lynn said. “But
Michael and John did, and they are going to get spanked for having erections
unless they choose to make those erections go away the way they normally do it.”
The idea of starting the day off with a spanking was
not on their list of ways to start the day. Besides, they both knew the
spanking would only make their erection go away for a short while.
At thirteen, Michael was suffering the worst
embarrassment he’d ever suffered, but he figured he wouldn’t be able to handle
the number of spankings he would get, especially if they still left him needing
relief from the constant boners he was having.
“Screw it,” he said. He grabbed his four-inch-long
pole and began rubbing it. The girls quickly gathered around to watch.
John saw that once again, Michael had realized the
inevitable result that was going to occur. Hoping that with the girl’s
attention being on Michael, he could do it with an audience, he began playing
with his five-inch toy. But his movement drew the attention of the two older
girls first and then two of the younger girls, and he quickly had an audience.
The came at about the same time, John shooting more
times than Michael, but both spraying their milky-white sperm into the air and
onto their chests.
“That was cool,” Oliva Darling said after Michael was
done. She’d always liked Michael, even though he didn’t seem to notice her very
much. Seeing him naked had been wonderful but watching him play with himself
was the best thing she’d ever seen.
Watching their brothers do it in front of the girls
drove Jeremy and Robbie’s need to do the same. But they also had no place to go
for privacy and no desire to do it in front of the girls. Then Robbie had an
idea.
“Can me and Jeremy go closer to the river and find
some wood so we can have a fire tonight?” he asked.
“Good idea,” Lynn said to him. “Maybe Wendy, Allison,
and Olivia would help?”
“No, that’s okay, it’s hot. They can stay here. We’ll
get it.”
“Okay,” Lynn said. “But you stay way away from the
river. Don’t make the mistake your brother made.”
“Don’t worry, I am not going to end up naked. We’ll
stay way back from the water and we’ll be in the trees. There’s got to be a lot
of dead fall for us to gather.”
“Okay, but I still don’t want you to go alone. Michael
and John will come along too.” Lynn turned to her twin and Michael and said,
“And Jeremy will be in charge, not either of you two. You are responsible for
their safety and nothing else.”
Something about the way Robbie had refused help from
the girls made Wendy think he had another motive beyond a fire. Besides, she
thought, they didn’t need a fire. They had a gas grill to cook on, and by the
time it got dark they were all tired anyway. She tapped Allison on the arm and
whispered, “We’re going to follow them.”
Robbie didn’t want his brother and John coming along
but saying no to them after not accepting help from the girls would make Lynn
suspicious, so he hoped they would be able to separate enough from them once in
the trees to give them time to do what he needed to do.
“You guys go look over there,” Robbie pointed, “And
we’ll go this way. We’ll meet back here in half an hour.”
The boys spilt and as soon as they were far enough
apart Robbie told Jeremy why they were really here. The boys sat on opposite
sides of a tree with their shorts and underwear around their ankles. Both were
experience at jacking off, and they finished quickly. Neither of them noticed
Wendy and Allison watching them.
Once they were done they quickly gathered all the
deadwood they could find and hurried back to where they found Michael and John
waiting for them.
“Have fun?” John asked his brother.
“Huh? We were just gathering wood,” Robbie answered.
“Then how come your fly is open and I can see a wet
spot on the front of your undies?”
Robbie dropped the wood he was carrying and quickly
zipped up.
“Gathering wood,” John said with a laugh. “Whittling
wood more likely.” He and Michael laughed, for a change enjoying the
embarrassed faces of their brothers. He didn’t tell them that he and Michael
had done the same thing.
Robbie picked up the wood he had dropped and they
walked back to the campsite.
“They were playing with their things,” Allison said as
soon as the four boys got back. “And Jeremy lied, he doesn’t make that sperm
stuff like his brother does.”
“Were you playing with yourself?” Lynn asked.
“No,” John and Michael both said at the same time.
Jeremy and Robbie both denied doing it too.
“They’re lying,” Wendy said. “We followed them and
watched. Jeremy has white underpants on and Robbie isn’t wearing any
underpants.”
“Let me see,” Lynn said. “Show us your underpants.”
“I, uh, can’t,” Robbie said as Jeremy turned down the
top inch of his shorts.
“You can’t because you aren’t wearing any, are you,”
Lynn said. “Wendy is right, isn’t she.”
“Yeah,” he said, his face turning bright red.
“And is Allison telling the truth about what she said
you did?”
“Yeah,” both of the eleven-year-olds said. “But we
don’t know about my brother and John,” Robbie said. “We went a different
direction than they did.”
“So you didn’t stay with them even though you were in
charge of them, is that right Jeremy?”
“Yeah, I guess, but I didn’t know I had to watch them
all the time.”
“Except that Allison said they violated the rules and
played with themselves too, and now they are lying about it. If you had done
what I told you then you would know who was lying. Do you think they might have
used the time to do the same thing as you and Robbie?”
“I guess maybe,” he said, biting his lip. “They sure
don’t want to do it with you watching, and that gave them a chance. So, yeah,
maybe they did.”
“We didn’t,” John said. “We were away from them; the
girls didn’t have time to watch them and us both.”
“We were there when they separated, and as soon as
Jeremy and Robbie were past a few trees they started,” Allison said. “We
watched for a few seconds, but we’d already seen them do it so we followed the
other two.”
“You two, strip,” Lynn said to the younger boys. “For
lying and not following rules the four of you will be punished. You’ll start by
playing with yourselves, since you can’t seem to go for even a day without
doing it. And then you two,” this time she pointed to Michael and John, if you
dare get hard again today will show us a new way to achieve pleasure.”
Michael had no idea what she meant, but he was afraid
of her tone and her wicked smile. He knew arguing was useless, she was going to
accept the girl’s statement of what they said they saw no matter what. Once
again, he started jerking off with five girls, including his sister, watching
him.
John also came to the same conclusion and joined
Michael in masturbation. He actually felt sorry for his brother, who was now
stuck with putting on a show for nothing more than wanting to jack off in
private.
Jeremy and Robbie were dumbstruck. They hesitated, watching
their brothers. When Lynn gave them fifteen seconds to be naked and doing it
too or get a spanking first and then do it they both stripped as fast as they
could.
The girls were in heaven. Four boys, two eleven years
old, one thirteen, and one fourteen, were masturbating right in front of them. And
they soon learned that Allison was right about one thing—Jeremy didn’t shoot
yet. But Robbie did. Not much, and it was more watery than the older boy’s, but
he did put two strings of it on his belly.
“You two will remain naked until I say otherwise,”
Lynn said to the younger two once all four were done. She tossed the keys to
Allison and said, “Collect all of their clothing and lock it in the storage
compartment.” Allison, Wendy, and Olivia fell to the task with enthusiasm.
However, Olivia had another, much more sinister and
therefore fun, idea. “Instead of locking their clothes in the storage
compartment of the bus, how about if we hide them outside? That way, if we
leave before Lynn says they can have them make we can forget to load them and
they’ll have to go home as naked as their brothers.”
The other two girls were in full agreement with the
plan.
That afternoon they got a call from Lynn’s mother, who
told them the ferry would start operating for foot traffic only the following
day and that they should break camp first thing in the morning and make there
way to the ferry. The storm was moving away and even if they had to wait a day
or two before they could cross with the bus it wouldn’t be a problem.
They begin to load anything they wouldn’t need the
rest of the day so that they could quickly move out the next morning.
That night, at the fire they had built from the wood
the boys had brought back, Lynn noticed that John and Michael both had
erections again.
“I told you boys to control your erections, and yet
here you sit, like you’re proud of them. Well, not anymore. I want you two to
use your mouths on your friend to get the swelling to go down.”
“You want us to blow each other?” John yelled. “No
goddammed way are we doing that.” Even Michael refused.
“Fine. I’ll call mom. Maybe you’re right and it is too
much of a punishment.” She went to the bus to get the phone. While she was
gone, Michael pulled John away from the fire.
“What if your mom and my mom say it’s okay?” he asked.
“Then we get spanked and have to do it anyway.”
“You don’t think your mom would say yes to that, do
you?” John asked, but he was already remembering how pissed his mom was at him.
“I don’t know. Because we wondered off they had to
leave without taking any of us kids. And we went to somewhere we were told not
to go to. She might, she’s got to be really pissed at both of us. And if she
does say yes, she might make us do it when we get home too.”
John had already reached a similar thought in his
mind.
“I, uh, shit,” John said. “I honestly don’t mind so
much sucking your dick, as long as you do the same to me. But in front of our
brothers and sisters? I don’t know.”
“And Gale and Oliva too, I get it. But how long can
you stand being spanked before you give in? And if she asks are moms and our
moms approve it, it’ll be far worse. I say we do it.”
“Okay,” John said reluctantly.
Lynn was just about to dial the phone when they
returned.
“You don’t need to call mom,” John said. “We’ll do
it.”
The truth was, Lynn was not going to make the call. She
was not so sure her mom would agree, and she might get into some serious trouble
for even suggesting it. She hadn’t expected the boys to back down, but now that
they had, it was a new game. She put the phone down.
“Okay,” she said to them. “Who’s going to go first?”
“Actually, we’re going to do it at the same time,”
Michael said. He saw the questioning look on John’s face but directed him to
lie down next to him, with his head pointing the other way. John caught on
immediately. They were both face-to-dick, and on a count of three from Michael
they both took the other’s dick into their mouth.
For Michael, it wasn’t the first dick he’d had in his
mouth. He’d made a stupid bet with Robbie a few months ago and lost, and this
was the bet. And he was sure that Robbie was remembering that day now as he
watched him sucking John’s dick.
John had never given a blowjob and had to overcome the
feeling like he was going to vomit as he started. But when he felt Michael’s
tongue on his glans, he concentrated on that feeling.
Robbie and Jeremy watched with interest and enjoyment.
Robbie had told Jeremy about the bet he’d won from Michael, even though the
part of the bet was that he’d never tell anyone. And they had sucked each other
off twice. Still, it was very interesting watching their big brothers do it.
The girls were at first a bit repulsed, but then as
they heard the moans of pleasure from both of the boys they got into watching. For
them, it wasn’t as much fun as watching the boys use their hands to get off
because at least then they could see what was happening, but it was still fun
to watch.
John shot first, and he shot so much cum into
Michael’s mouth that Michael was forced to swallow some of it. That was a new
experience for Michael as Jeremy’s cum had been dry. He decided it wasn’t a bad
taste, but not one he wanted to get used to.
Michael was then able to put his concentration on his
own dick and what John was doing, and it wasn’t long before he shot his load
into John’s mouth. The two boys quickly separated.
“Hey, now Jeremy and Robbie are hard,” Oliva said,
pointing to them. “I think they enjoyed watching their brothers and probably
want to do it to each other.”
Both of the younger boys had seen how quickly their
brothers had backed down from calling mom and figured maybe they had made the
correct decision. The nodded at each other and took their places exactly as
their brothers had done. Jeremy spit out the tiny amount of cum that Robbie had
shot into his mouth.
“Okay, shows over,” Lynn said when the boys were done.
“Time for bed. We get up, pack up, and leave early in the morning.”
“Can we have our clothes back then?” Robbie asked.
“I’ll think about it,” Lynn said. “For tonight, no.”
The next morning, right at sunrise, Lynn got everyone
up and gave everyone a job. They ate a quick breakfast and were loaded up and
ready to move in an hour. The road was covered with sand and hard to follow. There
were also many potholes, so they drove slowly.
About five hours later they came to a little stream
with a small pond and four or five trees around it and pulled over. Everyone
was invited to wade into the pond and Lynn and Gale made a simple lunch that
they all enjoyed in the shade.
“Can we have our clothes back?” Jeremy asked when they
were ready to continue. “Please?”
“Okay,” she said. She opened up the storage compartment.
“Where are their clothes Wendy?” she asked.
“Uh oh,” Wendy said. “They didn’t all fit in there so
we buried them in the sand back in the camp. I guess we forgot them,” she said.
“It’s too far to go back now,” Lynn said. She knew the
girls were lying, the clothes would have easily fit in the storage compartment.
But having both of her brothers naked was kind of fun, so she simply accepted
Wendy’s story that there wasn’t room and she’d forgotten to pack them.
“We could wait here and you could drive back,” Jeremy
suggested. “Now that there are tracks you can drive faster.”
Lynn was considering it when Gale pointed to the west
and asked, “What’s that?” Lynn looked to where she was pointing and saw the
view was blocked by a grey-colored wall.
“Sandstorm,” Lynn said. “Everyone get in the bus. Leave
the stuff that’s outside where it is and just get inside.”
She remembered the instructions the ranger had given
her mom for such an event when they checked in. She started the bus and put the
air conditioner on max and left it until the wall of swirling sand was almost
upon them. Then she shutoff the engine to protect it from the sand.
The wind buffeted the bus and sand managed to find its
way into any tiny crack. With nine people inside and the windows closed, the
temperature rose quickly. The sandstorm lasted for nearly an hour before ending
as quickly as it had begun. Once it passed everyone got out of the bus where it
was much cooler.
“That ends that idea,” Lynn said. “I doubt if I could
even find where we were camped now. And I’m not leaving you guys without
protection in case another sand storm comes. Sorry boys, but I guess you’re
going to have to remain naked.”
“The girls hid our clothes on purpose just to make us stay
naked,” Robbie said. “Make them strip naked, then maybe they won’t be so bitchy
and tell on us for every little thing we do.”
He regretted it the moment he said it, and the look on
Lynn’s face showed he’d gone too far.
“Load up,” Lynn said. “When we get to the ferry, you
can expect to get punished for that outburst.”
They had no more than just gotten back to where the
road was when Wendy noticed two girls off to the side of the road calling to
them for help. Lynn stopped the bus and she and Gale ran towards the girls. Lynn
came back a few minutes later.
“They’re part of an adventure camping group,” she said
to others. “Their adult guide is having trouble breathing because she got a lot
of sand in her lungs during the sand storm. Gale is helping to bring her to the
bus. Everyone out. John, and Michael, get two water bottles out of the and then
go and help bring the woman here.”
More than anything John wanted to say “but we’re
naked,” but knew this wasn’t the time to worry about his modesty. He and
Michael quickly got two of the five-gallon water bottles out and then headed
off to the side to help.
The two girls were so worried about their leader they
barely even noticed two naked boys in their presence. Gale was trying to carry
her, and once the boys got there grabbed her legs and helped to carry her to
the bus.
“She needs a hospital as quick as possible,” Lynn
said, handing the car keys to Gale. “There are more girls back at their camp,
so you take her and anyone who wants to go with her now and the rest of us will
walk, it isn’t that far to the ferry landing.”
One of the two girls rode the bus with her leader, but
the other one wanted to stay now that she had discovered that instead of two
there were four naked boys. The group leader was put in the bus and Gale drove
as fast as was safe. Lynn had the rest follow her to where the remaining girls
from the Adventure Camping group were camped.
There were six of them, aged twelve and thirteen years
old. They were digging in the sand for stuff that had been buried, and each of
them had a backpack. Lynn told them they had to leave and to just bring what
they had found.
Once back on the road, the Adventure Camp girls wanted
to know why the boys were naked. Lynn saw that all four boys had their hands
over their groins.
“I’ll explain that as we walk. I see you all have a
backpack and canteen. We’ll drink now and then fill your canteens. What’s in
the backpacks?”
“We each have a flashlight, some freeze-dried food,
mess kits, and extra clothing,” one of the girls said. “We lost everything else
in our camp except for what we had with us.”
“What you have is good,” Lynn said. We have about
three miles to go to reach the ferry landing. The boys will help carry the
backpacks. Can you girls make it?”
“We’re tough, we’ll be fine,” another girl said. “But
I need to uh, use the restroom.” She was looking around but there was no cover
for as far as they could see.
“Boys, turn your backs, and if you look this way for
any reason you will be punished severely,” Lynn said. She turned to the girls
and said, “I’m afraid this is as good as it gets for a bathroom.”
It turned out that many of the girls, including Wendy,
Allison, and Olivia, needed to go. The boys could hear them removing the short
pants they were wearing and imagined the girls being almost as naked as they
were, with expected results.
When the girls were done, they drank as much as they
needed and then topped off the canteens.
“Turn around boys, and introduce yourselves,” Lynn
said. When they did, she ordered their hands to their sides, reminding them of
punishments for playing with their privates. The new girls all stepped forward
slowly, expecting to be called back. They stared with open amusement at the
four boys.
Lynn quickly told the story for why the boys were
naked. When she was done, she said, “They should be punished for covering up
earlier, but if you’re ready we need to get going. I’d like to reach the ferry
before dark.”
The new girls mixed in around the boys, taking time to
examine each of them. When Allison told one of them she could touch her
brother, the girl looked to Lynn, expecting to be told no. But Lynn said, “If
they have an erection, each of you are free to touch them as much as you want
as long as it doesn’t slow us down too much.”
The next half hour was very entertaining for the girls
and quite embarrassing for the boys. They did get to the ferry station before
dark, however the last ferry had left for the day. The waiting area had a roof
but no walls, but it was filled with tables and had running water and portable
bathrooms, so they made dinner from the freeze-dried food and settled down for
the night.
The next morning, they were the only ones waiting for
the ferry. It arrived with two cars that contained families, and the families
stared at the naked boys as the cars were driven off and then the passengers
got in.
With a reminder to keep their hands to their sides,
they headed across the choppy bay to the mainland, where the bus sat waiting
for them. A second leader had been sent down to take charge of the girls from
the adventure camp group.
Knowing they were now in more of a public area, the
boys raced to the bus. They’d been hoping to get clothing from the SUV, but it
wasn’t here.
“Mr. Bell got a ride here and drove Mrs. Bell home in
it,” Mrs. Tinker said when asked where it was.
It was a long ride home with four naked boys and five
girls crowded into the bus. It was a welcome sight when they finally turned
down their own street.
Lynn wanted to tell the boys to unload the bus before
going inside but thought her mother might override that. The four boys had
hurried to the doors to their respective houses, only to find that the doors
were locked and they had to wait a few minutes until someone with keys came to
unlock them.
Once dressed, the work to unload and clean everything
started, and the majority of it was given to Michael and John to do as
punishment for what they had done that caused them the adults to separate and
leave the children behind.
John was exhausted when it was done. He and Michael
were about to go to their houses and take long, hot showers when one of their
friends from school rode up on a bike.
“Nice tans,” Chuck said to them.
“Yeah, I guess,” John said, not wanting to even think
about how he no longer had any tan lines. But at least that was a fact known to
only a few, and the girls had been ordered not to tell anyone.
“No, I mean the total tan,” Chuck said with a smile. “No
tan lines. Everyone is hoping to see it for themselves.”
John and Michael both looked at him in shock. They
were wondering which of the girls had already blabbed.
“Some girl from something called Adventure Camping
posted pictures of you two and your brothers on social media. They were only
there for a few hours before they got deleted, but a few kids from around here
saw them and downloaded them. They got shared, and I think by now just about
everyone in school has seen the four of you naked. And with hard-ons. I always
thought you were kind of modest, I never took you guys for nudists. But next
time, your sisters need to join in the fun and give us guys something to like.”
Just then two girls from his class walked by. “Hi
boys,” they both said in unison. “Love the tan. Care to let us see it for
ourselves?”
“You may as well show them,” Chuck said. “They’ve
already seen you naked anyway.”
“And we kept copies of the pictures too,” one of the
girls said. “So, come on, you didn’t mind being naked in front of all those
girls in the adventure camp, let us see you too.”
“It won’t matter if you do it,” Chuck said, hoping
they would out of interest. “Now that everyone knows that you are nudists, Greg
Boyd and his friends are planning a welcoming home event for you on the first
day of school that I hear will end up with you being naked.”
“And every girl will be there to see it,” one of the
girls said. “So, please, give us a preview.”
“Yeah, we won’t tell anyone,” the other girl said. “We
don’t want to have to wait a week to see you naked in person.”
John and Michael turned and headed for their houses in
fear. Both of them realized that their summer horror was not over yet. If Greg
Boyd and his friends were going to strip them, there was nothing they could do
to prevent it. In one week, on the first day of school, they were going to
either strip naked or be stripped. Greg Boyd didn’t negotiate, and nobody was
going to stand up to him, especially if helping him allowed them to see the
boys naked in person.
They did however agree to not tell their brothers and
let it be a surprise for them when it happened.
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