Part 1: Lap Tag
Author here. This story is a sequel to the story "My Step-Sisters are Nudists?!" The first story had quite a bit of characterization, and therefore I recommend reading it before this one, although it isn't necessary. It can be found on my member page. It's a bit long, but I hope you enjoy it. I got quite a bit of demand for such a story, so here it is.
This is going to be serial, though, not episodic. The stories will be shorter and less focused on an over-arching story. I had a lot of scenes I wanted to write, but had fewer ideas for plots, so you get this. Think more like the James Bond series, less like the Star Wars series. The series is connected more by common characters than a common plotline. Since it is serial, it means there's lots of room for suggestions and recommendations from readers, so if there's something you'd like to see happen, mention it in the comments and maybe it'll happen. Feel free to send me personal messages, as well, if you have private questions for me or comments on the story. I'd even be up for a commission if you're really interested. Enjoy the story!
-Liquid Matthew
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"Welcome to Hananiah Summer Camp, everyone! I'm Joshua, the site director here. I hope you all have a great time for the next six weeks," announced Joshua Whitmarsh, my new boss. I was sitting in a small auditorium, flanked on either side by step-family.
To my left was Baoqing, my older step-sister. Her dark honey eyes watched the site director intently, as she held a pencil poised above the page, eager to take notes. Her mouth was impassive, as usual, but I could tell from the sparkle in her eyes that she was excited. Her midnight black hair rested against her scarlet shirt that cruelly hid her perfectly petite breasts from my view. A tight pair of dark blue jeans clung to her thighs and ass. A cream-colored collar, decorated with a black iron cross, wrapped around her elegant neck.
I had dated Baoqing for a while after we had first met, but once our parents got married, it became a bit awkward to explain why a brother and sister were dating. We ended things on friendly terms, though, and were still extremely close. Baoqing often added benefits to our friendship, as well, a situation I was more than happy to be a part of. Sometimes she needed to relieve some stress, and I would walk into my room to find her on my bed, waiting for me hungrily, eager to use me to bring herself to orgasm. It was so hot to be used that way, like a sex toy. To be honest, I think we were better off as friends (with the occasional benefit) than as a couple, anyway. Baoqing was intelligent, lovely, erudite, and had one hell of a talented tongue, but she didn't have much of the emotional warmth I was looking for. I needed someone loving.
To my right was Eva, my younger step-sister. A pair of short denim shorts just barely covered her ample behind. Her black and electric blue hair was in a wild, messy ponytail that made her look like she had just finished a drumming concert, or a passionate round of lovemaking. The first was more likely, though. She was a gifted drummer, but a better cocktease. I was certain she would be an excellent lover if she would only satisfy a guy, but I think she enjoyed making guys squirm instead. I fantasized about the day I'd be able to fuck her and make her mine...
Eva was doodling with a bored look on her face. As I watched her draw, she put the finishing touches on a very detailed drawing of a hard cock, and I started to fidget in my own chair. I smiled to myself as I observed Eva's drawing of my cock on her paper. Step-sister or not, I couldn't stay soft knowing a girl was fantasizing about an erection, and I felt myself stiffening within my boxers. I placed my notebook onto my lap, hoping to hide the growing bulge within my boxers before either Baoqing or Eva noticed.
On the other side of the room was Yunwen, my step-mother. Her dark, narrower eyes were focused on a book she had open on the table, reading rather than listening, her massive breasts resting gently on the table, almost overflowing out of her low-cut dress, a springy outfit, with a yellow background and covered in floral patterns. She was an extremely attractive woman. Her beauty and youthfulness and charm disguised her age, and to me, she always felt like a peer, rather than a parent.
But it was a bit strange to see my sisters and mother so fully-dressed. You see, my step-family is nudist. I first met them a year ago, last summer. Since then, my father and I had become nudists as well, and so it was a rare day that I saw my family wearing much more than smiles. Now that they were clothed once more, the urge to see them naked and free once again was already growing within me. The fact that their bodies were hidden made me want to tear off their clothes, reveal them, expose them.
The Hananiah Summer Camp was a sort of educational-recreational summer camp. Yunwen, my step-mother, had been hired for the summer as an instructor for an art class, and when they had contacted her, they had needed a few more RAs for the kids, so she asked the Baoqing, Eva, and I whether we wanted to work, and we agreed. Money's money, and there weren't a lot of people willing to pay us for hanging out at a nudist resort all summer. We had arrived earlier today and gotten settled in before a weekend of meetings and training before the children arrived. I was already bored and regretting that I hadn't brought my new book with me to read.
The meeting slowly trickled by as administrator after administrator stood up to welcome us and deliver monotonous and repetitive information. By the end, even Baoqing had stopped paying attention, and she began to write poetry in the margins of her notes. Finally, blessedly, it was time for dinner, time to escape the purgatory of meetings for the day.
After a satisfying dinner, the staff got together on the grassy courtyard outside our dorms for an ice-breaker. Emily called us together. She was Irish through-and-through. She was only here for the summer, so her accent was strong, giving her voice a charming brogue that was delightful to listen to; a calming, comforting, caring accent. Her celadon eyes were almost as eye-catching as her large but firm chest, sticking proudly out, showing off her plentiful cleavage in her emerald green tank top. Her exposed bosom was milky white. Her hair was a rusty red and curly, reaching down past her shoulders. Her cheeks were a healthy pink, her body was
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"Alright everyone!" Emily called in her musical voice, "We're going to play a game called Lap Tag to get to know each other. First, I need everyone to take out their cell phones and everything, take off their shoes, and get into two circles: one inside the other. Pair up with someone else." She paused while we removed our things and slowly shuffled into positions. As soon as I sat down, Baoqing paired up with me, while Yunwen glanced at us with a knowing smile before finding her own partner. Once we were properly arranged, Emily sat down by herself and continued her directions.
"Now, there are the two circles, and one person alone. The single person calls two names from the inner circle, and those two have to try to crawl to the single person. No getting on both feet! Their outer partners have to stop them from reaching me. You can grab them or wrestle them or tickle them if you like. Just don't hurt anyone on purpose. Oh, and make sure you take off your shoes to avoid any accidents. Does everyone get the game?" she asked. We all nodded or voiced agreement. It seemed simple enough, I thought, and as I looked over Baoqing's shoulder down at her delightfully, deliciously flat chest, I realized this could be a fun game if I arranged an accident or two... Emily hadn't mentioned anywhere being off-limits to grabs, after all.
We began by saying all our names, and Emily called Yunwen and Thomas for the first two names. Both of them struggled against their captors, Yunwen showing a ferocity I rarely saw in her, but Thomas managed to escape first and crawled his way towards Emily. Thomas sat down behind Emily as she rested happily between his legs, ready to be called at any minute.
