When the stepsiblings got back to camp, both parents were still lying in the sun but Celia had changed to a one-piece suit instead of her bikini from earlier and looked decidedly unhappy.
"Everything okay?" Shannon asked. Her mother just frowned.
"Bit of an accident...ruined her suit bottoms," their dad said, pointing to a plastic bag hanging from a nearby tree.
"Hmp," Celia hmped, and crossed her arms.
After dinner (hot dogs!), Evan's dad slapped his son on the back and suggested that they go for a hike. Evan looked back at Shannon but she shooed him away with a nod. They took a different route than Evan and Shannon had a few hours earlier.
"Hey, Dad?" Evan asked as they tromped along, far enough to be out of the women's hearing range.
"Yeah?"
"You were adopted, right, so you don't know if your biological dad had the same 'super sperm'?"
"Yeah."
They continued hiking in silence...clearly Evan's father didn't want to discuss his lineage, but Evan figured that this was a good time to ask some other questions he'd had on his mind. "With our, uh, sperm, did it ever cause someone's personality to change?"
"Ha! Oh, yeah. Uh, you want me to tell you some details, or you gonna get grossed out?"
Evan considered. "I'll stop you if it gets gross."
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Adrian used the science class dropper to drip some of his sperm into the open hole of the twist-open Gatorade cap that stupid bitch Catherine had been drinking from. She insisted on Catherine -- not Kate or Cathy -- probably after Catherine the Great from Russia that they'd learned about in history class...the girl was certainly haughty enough; she knew she was hot. His task complete, he moved back across the picnic table to watch the other 18-year-olds playing badminton on the beach in their swimsuits. Soon enough, Catherine strode back to the picnic table in her blue-and-white striped bikini, her tanned skin dewy with sweat. Adrian made sure to keep his attention on the other girls, though he kept his blonde target in his peripheral vision.
"You're not gonna play?" she asked as she lifted the bottle up and squirted some of the electrolyte- and sperm-infused drink into her mouth. "Mm..." She smacked her lips and brushed some sweat from her forehead, causing her C-cups to jiggle in her bikini top.
"Yeah, I think I will." He stood up and peeled off his t-shirt to reveal his toned chest. Still keeping Catherine in the corner of his eye, he noted how she suddenly stopped to stare at his body before he jogged down to the badminton net. After a bit of sweaty activity, when he got back to the picnic table, he found Catherine making out with her boyfriend Brian. However, when Adrian plopped his ass down across from them, she broke the clinch.
"Oh! Adrian."
"Don't let me stop you." He kept his shirt off and his attention on his other classmates taking down the badminton net, though out of the corner of his eye he noted that Catherine hadn't stopped staring at him.
"C'mon babe, let's find a quiet spot," Brian stood and urged her. Reluctantly, she followed him to his car.
The BBQ fired up and the beers came out shortly after that. The recent high school grads weren't of drinking age yet, but they were on park land and the rangers didn't care much about a few beers. Brian and Catherine came back, him looking smug and her confused, her eyes flitting to Adrian as she halfheartedly chewed her hot dog.
"Well, gotta drain the main vein," Adrian loudly announced and headed to the small facilities building down the trail, noting that the sun was slowly drifting toward the horizon, dimming the entire camp and lighting up the water of the lake with a warm, burnt orange glow. When he was done, he heard a female voice call his name from the darkened forest off to the side of the trail but he ignored it and headed back to camp.
"Adrian!!"
Finally, he turned back. "Who dat?" he asked, squinting into the gloom.
"Catherine...can you come here?"
"This another prank, like from a couple years ago? That was really mean." He turned back toward the camp.
"No! No prank...I wanna show you something."
She sounded plaintive and Adrian smiled. He'd wondered how long she'd be able to hold out...it had been maybe an hour-and-a-half since she swallowed his sperm. Heaving a loud sigh, he pushed into the copse of trees to see her standing there, looking uncertain. "What do you wanna show...me...?"
She'd pulled her bikini top off to reveal her glorious C-cups, not as pale as expected...he figured that she probably tanned naked in her backyard. He looked around. "Where's Brian?"
She flushed. "Back at camp. Do you like them?" She gave her torso a shimmy to make them wobble-rific.
He stepped forward...she couldn't even meet his eyes, her face going even redder. "They're not bad." Certainly not compared to Mrs. Haskell's F-cups, against which he'd compare every woman until the day he died.
She gulped. "Um...can I suck your dick?"
He crossed his arms. "You still haven't apologized for pantsing me." Stupid bitch had done it in front of everyone at the pool, and every man knows what happens down there when you go swimming, as well every woman that watched that Seinfeld episode.
"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" She dropped to her knees in front of him. "Please?" She looked up at him now, her eyes pleading, and reached up toward his shorts when he didn't say no, her eyes manic as she unfastened and pulled them down. "Oh." His thick six-incher was staring her in the face. "Ohm." Her warm mouth surrounded him.
"Ohh, that's nice, you little cocksucker," he told her and she hummed in satisfaction and bobbed her head upon him.
When a little pre-cum emanated from the tip, she quickly swallowed it, feeling her body heating up again.
Adrian stepped back, his glistening hardness her sole focus as she knelt there. "I want more, Cath."
She bit back the reflexive retort at the reductive rendition of her name. Her boyfriend had filled two condoms with her earlier but she still hadn't cum. Something deep inside told her that Adrian was somehow the key to that suddenly-locked door. She stood, pulled down her bikini bottoms to reveal the small landing strip of trimmed, golden hair above her pretty pussy, and turned to brace against a nearby tree. "Please fuck me?"
He got behind her and dragged the head of his cock through the sopping entrance to her vagina. "I don't have any condoms with me." He dipped the head inside.
"Engh...you can pull-UNGH!"
He'd slammed most of his length inside her all at once. "Sorry, I can what?" He pulled halfway back out.
"You...can pu-OHFUUCK! Fuck me!" She urged him as he thrust back inside her.
"Shh! Don't want Brian to hear us," he advised her as he roughly took her like a bitch.
