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One Happy Camper

Chapter 1

Trees and bushes rush by her window in an uninterrupted sequence of green. It is the most boring thing she has seen in over a year. Her headphones are blasting Britney from her iPod Nano. It's so loud her mother keeps turning around to look at her only to scrunch her nose in annoyance. Agatha rolls her eyes at it and looks back at the green hell in front of her. She hates these family trips. Every summer, like clockwork, six adults (her mom’s brothers and their wives, plus her own parents) and a gaggle of cousins descend on the same remote cabin or lakeside rental. They’re all obsessed with who catches the most fish for dinner or empties the most beer cans in the shortest frame of time. Agatha, meanwhile, would rather be anywhere else - preferably somewhere with Wi-Fi and zero mosquitoes. This year, she’s packed extra bug spray and exactly zero enthusiasm.

“I need you to be on your best behavior. I don't want Willy's new girlfriend to think we're all as insane as you”, her mother spits while they take a quick toilet break about fifty miles away from the cabin campground, “and tune down the gay as far as you can, I don't want Vicky's girl to feel uncomfortable with you.”

“Vicky's girl?” Agatha frowns and stuff the rest of her Mars into her mouth.

“Fred's new girlfriend, do you even listen to me?”

“Not if I can avoid it,” she mumbles and her mother shakes her head.

“She's bringing her daughter, she's about your age and I don't want any complaints, are we understood, Agatha?”

“Whatever”, Agatha rolls her eyes and gets up, seeing her father walk back towards them, “can we go now?”

It's another hour until they reach the small campsite near Wilson Lake. It's the same boring place they always go to for one of the longer summer weekends. Her parents like it because after breakfast the men leave to fish and then women all gossip while sunbathing on the shore.

When Agatha had been little, she had liked it enough. As the only girl-cousin, the boys usually left her alone to play in the water close to where her mother and aunts were sitting. As she got older, they accepted her into their group until she got old enough to figure out boys were generally gross, annoying, and most often downright disgusting to her. So the past years she had usually stayed in her solo cabin to read or do sudokus. When that had gotten too boring, she had started annoying her mother until the weekend was finally over.

Driving past the sign now, Agatha cranks up the music one more time, warranting a slap on the leg from her mother just before they park.

Agatha does nothing to make herself useful. She sits on the trunk and watches her dad unload it while her mother greets her aunt Tammy with that nerve-rackingly high-pitched voice that is entirely fake and stupid. She can see both of her sons already carrying fishing gear down to the pier. Their redneck sunglasses sit tight on their noses when they each lift and arm to greet Agatha.

She can see her father talking to her but simply gestures to her headphones as an excuse to why she can't hear him. In the distance, another car and the two people standing next to it catch her eye. They are both looking her way: an unfamiliar woman and a girl about Agatha's age. 

“Take the headphones off now!” Her mother orders, pulling on the cable, while she waves at the two of them “and be nice!”

Rolling her eyes yet again, Agatha stuffs the headphones and MP3-Player into her backpack while her mother greets them with a slightly more toned-down version of her ‘friendly’ voice, giving both of them a hug.

“It's so good Wilbur is bringing you, uh- you're gonna love it here!”

While her mother chirps away, Agatha lets her gaze wander from Victoria (who is about her parent's age, tall, a little darker, with black hair and lots of silver jewelry) to who seems to be her daughter. To her surprise, she is already staring back at Agatha with big, brown eyes, chewing on her lower lip, fingers clutching the hem of her leopard-print miniskirt like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. Her skin tone doesn't help to hide the faint blush on her cheeks. When Agatha finally shakes her hand it is cold with sweat.

“Uhm… I'm R-Rio.”

Agatha begins to grin, slow and deliberate, like a cat who’s just spotted a mouse with a limp. That girl is into her, isn’t she?. The wide eyes, the nervous lip-biting, the way she clutches her skirt like it might shield her from whatever was happening inside her chest. Crush at first sight. Oh, the poor thing has no clue what’s hit her. Agatha could’ve told from a mile away. She knows that look, half awe, half panic, like someone realizing they’ve bitten off more than they can chew. Oh, this is going to be so, so good.

“Agatha is a year older than you, so we thought it would be nice for you two to share a cabin!” Her mother explains, still annoyingly cheery.

“Oh mom I thought I could just stay with you?” She stammers and Agatha watches her closely as her glance flicks back and forth between her and her mother.

“The cabins are a little small for three, mi amore,” she looks at her apologetically.

“But mom-”

“Oh don't you worry,” Agatha interrupts her, “we're gonna have so much fun! I promise!” She reaches out and squeezes her arm just above her elbow and watches her jump from it.

If this is already enough to set her off, Agatha knows she is in for a fun weekend. 

Her pink duffle bag over her shoulder, she leads both Rio and her mother up the path to the huts. They sit staggered and in a big semi circle around a large gazebo and a fire pit. In between them, large pine trees stretch up into the sky. Their scent fills every bit of air. The cabins themselves are nothing special. Left of the entrance, two twin beds sit side by side. Right behind them three stairs lead into a slightly elevated area that has two couches and a table in between them, as well as a small fridge and a sink.

“There's only cold water though”, Agatha explains, letting herself fall onto the first of the two beds.

She watches as Rio chews her lip again, remaining in the entryway, seemingly contemplating whether this is the sleeping situation she had envisioned for the trip.

From the outside, someone shouts Vicky's name and she turns around, waving from the door frame. She kisses her daughter on the temple before she runs towards them, leaving Agatha and Rio alone in their hut.

“So what do you do?”

“I-Im uh… well I'm in school.”

“For what?”

“Science.”

“What kind of science?”

“Uhm… it's a mortuary science program.”

Agatha raises her eyebrows and grins again.

“So you'll be an undertaker?”

“They call it funeral director these days”, Rio twirls one of her black strands of hair like an adorable school girl, the other arm protectively in front of her body, “and you?”

“Physical therapy,” she casually muses, looking at her nails, “I just wanna make people feel good, you know?”

A blush spreads on Rio's cheeks once more as she nods, staring at the floor boards.

“Alright,” Agatha gets up and bends over the bed, starting to push it towards the other, “let's push them together!”

“Wait what?”

Agatha bites her lip so her devious smile doesn't show when she turns her head back at Rio, just about observing how her eyes dart from Agatha's stretched out ass to her face.

“It's just so much nicer! I do this every year. More space, plus it gets cold at night. This way we can huddle together!”

It's only a half lie. She does push the beds together every year to have more space, but this time is just so she can see the panicked look on Rio's face when the bed frames come together with a loud thud. The sound echoes through the room like a warning, sharp and deliberate, and Rio flinches just as she hoped.

There is a general look of relief on Rio's face when they are called down to the gazebo. The four boys all smell like wet dogs, each of them a can of beer in hand when Agatha greets them all with a half hug and tries not to pull an appalled face. They head for the pier soon enough to get into two little boats to head out to fish, but not before they raid the little buffet the moms have put out, store-bought donuts, cupcakes and crackers with a spicy dip to keep them all somewhat full before dinner.

Swimsuit already underneath, Agatha helps herself to one of the blankets they have brought, winks at Rio and makes for the shore to get some sun. She can see Victoria nudging her daughter and whispering something in her ear, but Rio only shakes her head and looks to the ground.

Fair enough then, Agatha can give her a break. 

Her headphones on, she finds a sunny spot in the grass and flips through her iPod to find some late-summer beats. When she looks up, she sees the men getting into their boats. They are so loud, she can hear them over the music. Her cousin Billy, one of Wilbur's sons, waves at her and she waves back, only to realize it's not even aimed at her. A few steps to her right, Rio seems to have made up her mind and sits down on a towel she has laid out for herself. Several books in hand, she has the skirt still on, but now sports a grey bikini top. She waves at Billy before she sits down, carefully arranging the skirt over her thighs.

“Do you wanna go for a swim?”Agatha offers, taking one of the headphones out.

“Oh no I'm good, thank you”, Rio shakes her head..

Alright then.

Gripping onto the seams of her shirt, Agatha pulls it clean over her head, headphones falling off. When she gets up to take off her pants as well, she realizes that her intention has worked out. Rio is looking at her again. So instead of simply stepping out of her pants, she makes an innocent 90-degree turn, her ass now in Rio's direction, and bows down low, wiggling to get out of her jeans.

“See yah”, she smiles at Rio, now clutching her books to her core, before she makes for the water, knowing full well that if her red swimsuit is making her swimming instructors’ head turn - Rio has already lost the fight. Agatha does not turn around to her, but knowing she is looking makes her skin tingle and explode in goose bumps. The cold water is a welcome shock to her system.

She swims out until she can't stand anymore. It's not far, but the distance allows her to spy on Rio, who runs her fingers through her hair before she looks into Agatha's direction once more only to immediately avert her eyes, staring at the open book that is now sitting in her lap.

It becomes a theme.

When Agatha gets cold and emerges from the water, drops of it running down on her, Rio pretends she isn't interested at all, even though Agatha catches her staring when she dries herself up, leaving her hair fluffy and dripping onto Rio's book when she comes closer.

“Aren't you bored?” She tries, honestly curious.

“I have exams next week,” Rio doesn't look up, her glance is fixed on the letters.

“You know we can do some other stuff?” Agatha suggests with a voice sweet as honey, scrunching down to look Rio straight in the eyes. The way she looks back is nothing short of adorable, mouth slightly agape, not a single thought in her brain. Or far too many. Who knows? Agatha puts a cold finger on her sun-warmed arm, tracing an invisible line.

“You had a fly there,” she murmurs, “I think my mom brought a boccia set, wanna play?”

It takes a second for Rio to react.

“Oh, uhm, no I'm really okay,” her hand comes up between them almost as if it creates a line of defense as she brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. If she was Agatha's type at all, Agatha would almost find it attractive. 

“Too bad,” she winks and goes back to her blanket to enjoy the feeling of the warm rays of sun drying her skin. Cuddled into her towel, she dozes off soon enough, listening to the quiet ripple of the lake and the sound of the leaves on the trees.

When Agatha wakes up again, Rio is no longer in her spot. In the hazy distance, she can see the boats returning to shore as the sun makes the waves glitter. Packing up her things, Agatha walks past the gazebo where Rio and the other women seem to be playing a board game. She comes closer to take a peek, standing right between Rio and her mother. It's colder in the shade. She shivers and pulls the towel tighter around herself shoulders.

“Agatha you're gonna drip on the board,” her mother grumbles and Agatha steps aside, her hips grazing Rio's arm, making her flinch. She looks up to Agatha, then further down. When Agatha follows her glance, she sees that her nipples have hardened underneath her swimsuit and are now clearly visible. A sly smile forms on her lips as she briefly taps one of her hands on Rio's shoulder before leaning down to whisper into her ear, knowing her eyes are still fixed to Agatha's chest.

“I'll quickly go change and shower, just knock if you wanna come up to the cabin.”

Without another look, she walks off feigning ignorance to whether Rio is still looking at her. 

Freshly showered, her hair all fluffed up, she walks back down to where a fire has been started about an hour later. The men are back, already gutting the fish and putting them onto the grill along with burger patties and buttered corn cobs. She gives her father a brief hug, her over-sized sweater longer than the shorts she is wearing. 

They eat as it gets darker. Agatha listens to the boring fishing stories and gets annoyed when Rio (who sits at the other end of the table) seems to be much more invested in them than her. She sticks to the burgers, watching her mother pull copious amounts of fish bones out of the catch. 

After dinner, her uncles re-arrange the benches and chairs around the fire and prepare sticks for marshmallows. She sits down in between two of her cousins and jokes around with them, poking them with her marshmallow stick until her mother scolds her again and she finally holds it over the fire. There is almost something meditative about it, the way the flames lick at the white cube of sugar. She hears her aunt Tammy complain about the smoky smell and how all of her clothes will reek of it in the morning, but Agatha doesn't mind much. She has always liked the scent of burnt things. 

“I think that's about done,” Billy comments on it, pulling Agatha out of her thoughts.

“Oh, you're right!” She takes it out of the flames and squishes it to see the white mass run out from under the skin. She gently blows on it, letting her eyes wander until they find Rio's face. 

She is looking at her again, both hands around her stick, her marshmallow already browning. Agatha wets her lips and pulls the cooling marshmallow skin off the stick, bringing it to her lips. As her tongue darts out again, she looks over to where Rio is staring at her, eyes now wide. She flutters her eyelashes as she begins to eat, chewing on the crispy fondant, then gathering the rest of the marshmallow into her fingers, sucking the sticky substance off of them one by one. She releases each digit with a low pop, then lets her tongue graze over her upper lip where she knows some of the remnants still sit.

“Oh Em Gee, so yummy uncle Fred, thanks for bringing them”, she chimes, never looking away from Rio's deep red face for even just a second. She revels in it, feels how it makes her tense her upper body in pride, her shoulders going back and her chest out. Her nipples grow stiff again as they rub against the inside of her sweater. Somewhere in her belly, she feels a soft tingling.

“Rio be careful, your marshmallow!” 

Her uncle Wilbur pulls the stick in Rio's hand away from the flames and blows on the pitch-black candy.

“Oh I'm so sorry!” She apologizes, hastily brushing hair behind her ear again.

“You gotta pay more attention to it”, Rio's mother laughs and helps her daughter to a new stick and marshmallow while Agatha grins at them and starts roasting a new one herself.

The night drags on like that. It's the same every year, at some point her father gets his old guitar out and begins playing music and the more beer people have, the more they join in to sing. There is no chance she will admit it, but it's nice enough as long as her mother is tipsy enough to be amicable. 

It's already past midnight when most of the parents leave the group one by one. When Victoria gets up to head back to the cabins, Rio clings to her like a limpet. Agatha follows them at a distance so Rio doesn't notice her until she is already three steps up to their cabin door, letting Agatha walk past her to switch on the light.

Agatha lets herself fall down on the bed, fumbling for the zipper of her hot-pants while Rio closes the screen door. When she turns around, Agatha is already in her underwear.

“What are you doing?” she asks, panicking in her voice.

“I’m just changing, duh,” Agatha scoffs condescendingly, and makes a point to pull her sweater over her head more slowly than usual, baring her breasts.

“Oh my god,” Rio mumbles and turns around, walking to the other side of the now pushed-together bed. She doesn’t say another word, also getting ready for bed until Agatha crawls beneath the blanket. Rio has already switched off her night light, her comforter pulled all the way up to her chin, her back facing Agatha.

“Just come cuddle if you get cold,” Agatha whispers and scoots a bit closer until she also turns around and turns off the bedside lamp.

The night is quiet enough. At some point her half-awake brain registers that the rest of her cousins are returning to their huts, stumbling through the undergrowth with little respect to the rest of them. But then that’s about it. 

The morning sun wakes her up just past eight, shining through the sheer curtains. Her first glance goes to Rio, who seemingly hasn’t moved all through the night and still sleeps on the very edge of her bed. For a moment, Agatha contemplates spooning her to get a rise out of her, but then she decides to give her a break and instead makes for the campsite showers again to wash off the smoke and nightly sweat.

She fingers herself in the hot steam until she comes with a light, disappointing gasp. She’s had better. Agatha considers it her personal curse that the orgasms she gives herself in solitude are usually never as good as the ones she gets when she rubs one off laying next to another girl. Or having one sit on her face for that matter. Scoffing, she wraps herself into a towel and walks to the back room that has a few benches and a little kid-sized tub. She clips her toenails and applies sunscreen to her legs and arms, wondering whether she should ask her father about going on a quick hike to fight the boredom before he likely heads off to fish. She is so deep in thought, she only notices someone else has walked into the showers when the warm steam comes in through the half open door. She pays it little mind, finishes up and then gathers her things before she walks back through the showers and into the changing room.

Only the sight before her makes her pause.

She glances into the running three-walled shower to see who’s inside, and finds Rio with her forehead resting against her left underarm, pressed against the white tiles. The hot water pours down her body, Agatha knows that because she watches it run over her sun-fucked skin, all the way down where she is gratifying herself with quick strokes up and down her… well, her massive dick. Lightly panting, she has her eyes closed, her black hair sticking to her face. Agatha watches in reverence as her hand becomes quicker, the sounds of her palm against the erect flesh loud enough to hear despite the shower. Rio’s face contorts as tiny, needy sounds come out of her mouth and she presses her eyelids even closer together and pleasure.

It takes thirty more seconds until thick spurs of white cum shoot into her hand and against the shower walls. A silent ‘fuck’ escapes her, before lets out a deep groan and keeps pumping, smearing her cum against the tip of her cock. Still twitching, it has not finished leaking fresh semen. Agatha watches it drip off of her, gathering on the floor before it is flushed down the drain.

“Wow, I guess someone needed a good wank, huh?” Agatha giggles snippily and bites her lower lip, watching as Rio’s eyes fly open in shock, her fist still warped around herself.

“Agatha-”

“No worries, your secret’s safe with me”, she winks, blows her a kiss, and simply walks off, a surge of unfamiliar power and arousal pulsing through her veins. She wraps the towel together around herself before she exits into the cold morning air, heading back down to where their hut is. It doesn't take long for her to hear steps behind her.

“Wait! Agatha, wait!” She hears Rio's high voice behind her.

Out of pure mercy she turns around.

“Hm?”

“A-are you really not gonna tell everyone? I'm really sorry I thought I was alone!”

“No, why would I?” She shrugs.

Rio looks at her with big eyes, “and you don't have questions? I mean about…”

Agatha pulls her sunglasses out of her wash bag, puts them on and gins widely.

“What is there to ask, Rio? Sometimes the cutest girls have the biggest cocks.”

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Chapter 2

“Y-you think I'm cute?”

Agatha grins. Of course that's what she takes away from the conversation.

“Yeah, you're adorable… like a little pet.”

The tiny smile vanishes from Rio's lips.

“You should get dressed”, Agatha motions towards Rio's towel.

“Uhm and it's really alright?”

“Stop asking or I'll tell my mom”, Agatha rolls her eyes and continues walking down to their cabin. She doesn't stop until she is back inside and can lean against the closed door. Only then does she let out a long breath she didn't remember holding.

How on God's green earth does someone so slim and short end up with such a massive dick?

Agatha blows raspberry, one of her strands of hair flying up from where it had been in her face. It doesn't matter. In fact it makes it even better. Because now she knows she can get visual confirmation of her little badinages hitting where they are supposed to. Namely right between Rio's legs.

While she gets dressed, she remembers the way Rio had sat on the beach, her miniskirt over her thighs, book in her lap, perfectly hiding… oh my god she had gotten a boner from Agatha undressing hadn't she? Agatha giggles into her fist, putting on another pink sweater and white hot-pants.

The adults have already assembled at the gazebo. Her father is frying eggs and bacon on the griddle while Vicky cuts up tomatoes and cucumbers - the healthiest camping breakfast has ever seen - sipping coffee from a corny camping mug. 

“Good morning, Agatha”, she smiles warmly”, is Rio up?”

“I think she went to take a shower”, Agatha shrugs and helps herself to a bottle of apple juice. Vicky nods and then looks up the path where Rio is stumbling into camp, both hands in the pockets of her jeans. She avoids looking at Agatha and sits down right next to her mother, whispering something in Spanish and putting a piece of cucumber into her mouth.

Only when they begin cleaning up again does Agatha get a chance to speak to her alone.

“It's so nice and warm again I was gonna go swimming. Do you wanna come?”

“I can't, I don't want any of the others to see.”

“They’ll all be gone. Put on some swimming trunks under a skirt and take it off just before you hop in.”

“And when I come back out?

“I can go first and get you a towel”, Agatha suggests.

Rio looks at her long and hard.

“Is this a trap?”

“What? No! What kind of person do you think I am? I'm not gonna pull your pants down in front of everyone if that's what you're thinking!”

Rio turns around, worries someone might have heard. Nobody is paying attention though.

“Okay… okay!” she nods and Agatha grins, gently nudging her against her arm.

When they both change up at the cabin, Agatha risks another look. Rio is turned away, but Agatha can still get a glimpse at it when she trades her panties for her swimming trunks. It’s so long she can see it hanging down between her legs. It swings lightly when Rio wiggles her cute little ass to pull up her swim shorts. She has to re-adjust it when she's got them on, fumbling with it in her pants until Agatha guesses it sits right.

She doesn't bother looking away when Rio notices her glance. 

Her cheeks go pink again, “would you mind!?”

Agatha snickers and puts only her sweater back on, walking down to the lake in her bikini bottoms. It takes Rio a second to feel confident enough that no one is watching until she takes off her dress, revealing the same bikini top from yesterday and loose swim shorts. Agatha lets her go in first, silently huffing at how long it takes her to wade into the cold water. Rio tiptoes forward like the lake might bite, gasping with each step. With a mischievous grin, Agatha dives in beside her, sending a spray of icy water all over her. The shriek that follows echoes across the shoreline, chased by laughter and ripples.

“Should we maybe stay where we can still stand?” Rio asks with a shaky voice.

“Oh c'mon now, that's no fun!” Agatha complains and swims ahead. When she looks back, she finally sees Rio follow her.

They swim out towards a small island in the middle of the lake, Rio trailing closely behind Agatha. The sun high in the sky, the lake's surface water is so much warmer than the layers underneath. It feels nice when it mixes along Agatha’s skin, almost like a soft embrace. From the island, she can hear birds chirping.

“See? Did I overpromise?” Agatha laughs and keeps threading water with her legs to stay afloat. 

“H-how deep is it, do you think?” Rio stammers, looking down to where her feet are visible and flapping through the water. 

“I think I read the deepest point is 40 feet!”

“40 feet!?” She gulps and Agatha grins with half her mouth, looking over to the shore where she can see her mother, Aunt Tammy, and Vicky setting up chairs near the pier. All of a sudden, she hears a loud splash next to her.

“OH MY GOD something touched my leg!” Rio yelps, reaching for Agatha's arm below the surface. Agatha is about to console her, when all of a sudden, Rio yelps again (her leg probably brushing some keep or whatever plant that is growing on the bottom) and she pulls herself flush against Agatha's body, her groin pressed into Agatha's upper thigh. One of her arms comes around Agatha's shoulders, her legs go around Agatha's waist until she almost piggybacks her. 

Threading the water even faster now to stay afloat, Agatha grins again, enjoying the way Rio's length feels against her skin. She'd lie if she said she didn't like her like this, clinging to her all needy and scared.

“It's just some plant!” Agatha belittles her, but puts one of her hands on Rio's thigh to hold her in place, so she doesn't sink.

“Do you think there are fish in here that attack humans?”

“Oh for Christ's sake Rio how would I know? I've never seen one apart from the ones the boys catch, and those are tiny!” 

It stays quiet between them for a moment. On the lake's surface, calm waves ripple against Agatha's skin.

“Can we go back again?” Rio whispers into her ear, her forehead pressed against Agatha’s temple.

“We've barely been out.”

“I know but….”

“You can swim back alone?"

Rio looks at her in agony. With the biggest puppy eyes Agatha has ever seen.

“Okay fine”, Agatha rolls her eyes, “but you have to let go of me first, im not gonna tow you back.”

Rio does it, but Agatha can't help but notice the reluctance.

When they arrive on shore, Agatha makes good on her promise and gets out first, walking past the women to get a towel for Rio. Dripping into the sand, she spreads it out right in front of her, wrapping her right in. Rio looks up to her, a pink shade on the top of her cheeks just below her eyes again, when she feels Agatha's hands on her body through the towel. As for Agatha - she keeps a straight face ignoring the lump that forms in her throat until she lets go of Rio, sure that she has a hold of the towel, and scratches her face, nodding and stepping aside.

Quietly, Rio walks over to her mother who spreads her arms around her and gives her a kiss on the head. It dawns on Agatha that Rio has likely told her about her crush, but probably also about Agatha knowing about the... well. 

“Couldn't you have worn the black swimsuit we got you?” Her own mother muses, handing her a small towel, “not everyone needs to see your chest out Agatha.”

“Literally not your decision to make mother”, Agatha bites back, watching her mother exhale in annoyance.

“I-I'm going up to the hut to take a nap”, Rio states.

“Don’t wait up”, Agatha shrugs and Rio nods, turning around to walk away.

She gets a can of mango-flavored beer from her Aunt Tammy and reluctantly knocks it against her mother's. 

She sips on it as she sits on her towel in the sand, looking out onto the surface of the lake, soft waves glittering in the midday sun. Absentmindedly, she lets her fingers dance over the spot on her skin where she had felt Rio’s length pressed against her. 

Two cans of vaguely inebriating beer later she has about enough of her mother’s unhinged stories about celebrities she may or may not have seen shopping at their local Peoria Walmart. Gathering all of her belongings, she heads back up to the cabin to look for one of her sudoku booklets. When she opens the door, she sees that Rio is still on her nap, turned away from her on the other side of the bed. She takes off her swimwear before she slips under the covers in a pair of white panties and an oversized sleepshirt. Reaching into her duffle bag next to the bed, she finds the puzzle book and begins solving a blank sudoku. With the sun shining in through the windows, filling the cabin with a cozy, yellow light, Agatha barely notices how her heartbeat weakens, and her eyes flutter shut before she slips into a deep and dreamless slumber.

The sunlight has turned all orange when she slowly comes to again. The air is stuffy, and Agatha can smell her own sweat from under her armpits. The pen is still between her fingers, but the booklet has fallen from her hand and onto the ground. Her mouth is so dry the first thing she does is reach for her water bottle to rehydrate. She gently sits up for it and looks over to where Rio is still sleeping while she drinks. In her sleep, she has turned onto her back, starfishing on her side of the bed. Her head is still turned away, but her right arm is stretched out towards Agatha. 

And something else is stretched out as well.

There is a clearly visible tent in Rio’s pink boxer shorts that say adidas in bright red letters down the side. Agatha stares at it before it dawns on her that it does not have to be the morning for someone to get morning-wood. She swallows hard, saliva gathering in her mouth. Oh poor Rio - dead to the world while the cheekiest of her organs is clearly wide awake, practically begging for attention.

Agatha quietly crawls over to her side of the bed, careful not to wake her. She can barely see its outline under the flappy shorts, just that they have begun to strain, the cotton fabric bow-taut over her member. Had it been the same this morning only Agatha hadn't realized? Or had Rio decided to get herself off when she had already been in the shower?

Agatha's fingers massage the sheets in her hands, subconsciously suppressing the urge to run a finger along the entire length of Rio's erection. Outside she can hear the boys yell for one another in the distance. As she turns to the window in a reflex to see whether anyone is coming towards the cabin, the bed creaks and Agatha feels something stirring beside her.

Drowsily, Rio looks at Agatha first, then down her body where her pants are tented. Suddenly, she is awake and alert.

“Oh my god”, she reaches for the blanket, probably to pull it over herself, but Agatha doesn't let her “w-what are you doing?” she stammers with a whiny voice, “Agatha whu-”

“Did you dream about something nice?” Agatha interrupts her in the sweetest, naughtiest voice she can muster. All that’s missing is her putting a finger to her lips, fluttering her eyelashes.

“N-no I-I didn't dream about anything!”

Agatha nods to the bulge in Rio's pants, “are you sure?” she purrs “bet you dreamed about someone getting you off, mhm?”

“Don't… don't say things like that…”

“Why?”

“Because it- Agatha-”

Below Rio's stomach, Agatha sees her cock twitch.

“Oh my god you greedy little thing,” Agatha bites her lip, “this is turning you on, isn't it?”

Rio doesn't answer. Her face is pink, her eyes teary, and her lips dry as sand.

“You little perv.”

Another twitch.

Agatha repositions herself once more until she sits next to Rio's hips. 

“Do you want me to rub you off?” She whispers.

Rio's eyes grow even bigger. She opens and closes her mouth, but no sounds come out. It's a tiny nod and then another one that brings a wide grin to Agatha's lips. Carefully, she lets her fingertips glide over the growing erection in Rio's shorts, before she wraps her whole hand around it, slowly stroking it through the fabric. 

It is warm and half hard, quickly reacting to her touch. Under her care, it slowly becomes stiff. What Agatha has so far not paid any attention to though, is how girthy and grippy it is next to its length.

It keeps twitching under her touch and so does Rio, a suppressed mewl leaving her lips. Agatha looks at her face, her fingers still running up and down the entire length of Rio’s cock, and realizes Rio is staring at her hand.

Tilting her head, Agatha watches how her face flinches, her lips falling open again just slightly. More tiny groans come out. In her hand, Agatha feels her throb, the fabric over the very tip of it turning dark and damp. Mesmerized by the view, she looks back to her hand having to make longer and longer strokes as it continues to still grow harder under her touch.

“Does that make you feel good?” she whispers.

“Mhm…” Rio presses out, nodding again.

Agatha doesn’t answer, she just keeps on slowly dragging her hand up and down the pulsing shaft, watching Rio’s lips tremble. She knows it’s too little pressure and too little stimulation to make her come, but then it wouldn’t be any fun if she let her off the hook this easily.

“Do you like it when a girl takes you into her hand?” she whispers.

“Uh-”

“Wraps her finger all around your meat and squeezes it real good?”

“Mhm y-yes,” she babbles.

“Do you get the girls in your class to do that too?”

“N-no…”

Agatha stops.

“What?”

“I-I, well no I-I haven’t… you know…”

Agatha’s mouth goes white with amazement. Biting her tongue, she keeps on squeezing and pulling on it, “you’re a little virgin!”

“I just- I just haven’t really liked anyone before…”

Red like a lobster, Rio’s glance bounces back and forth between Agatha and her own body.

“Hm… that’s such a shame…” Agatha muses, “does that mean you want me to go on until you nut?”

Rio swallows hard.

“Admit it, you wanna come into my hand so bad.”

“Mhmmmmm,” she whimpers, “Agatha I-”

Stopping what she is doing, Agatha climbs over her with one swift movement, lowering her pussy until it sits just an inch over the straining fabric. From Rio’s perspective, there is a huge, dark splotch on the gusset of Agatha’s panties.

“How about I rub it with my pussy?”

Rio only whimpers.

“Oh the poor little virgin can’t even talk anymore,” she looks straight into her eyes.

Then, carefully, Agatha lowers herself onto Rio’s groin without a sound. Hovering on her hands and knees, she whips back and forth, agonizingly slowly dragging her folds over the entire length.

Next to her, Rio digs her nails into the bed sheet.

“So I take it, you've never had it in a girl’s pussy then? All warm wrapped around you? Does it even fit?”

“I-I don’t know, no I-I’ve never,” she bites her lip and squeezes her eyes shut.

“But you’ve wanted to, didn’t you?”

“Well, mhhm, yes I-”

“You wanted to be inside my pussy from the moment you saw me in the car park,” Agatha grins like a cat that watches a mouse wander into her trap. She ignores the way her blood feels hotter than usual, rushing through her extremities.

“How did you-” Rio’s voice is panicked.

“The way you looked at me?” she pants lightly, still moving her body up and down, adding some weight so Rio can feel it, “the way you have been looking at me.”

The look on Rio’s face is priceless. Like she has been caught with her hand in the cookie jaw. 

Suddenly it dawns on Agatha, “you were thinking of me when you were fucking your hand in the shower this morning!”

“N-NO I WASN’T!” Rio blurts out but Agatha sees through the lie.

“What were we doing?” she whispers, dragging herself up Rio’s shaft especially slowly.

Rio puts her face in her hands.

“You-you uhm, you were…. You had me in your… in your mouth!”

And all too suddenly that actually sounds admittedly hot to Agatha.

“So you’d like me to suck you off?”

“NO! It was- it was just a fantasy!”

“So no fucking my mouth then?” Agatha feigns the disappointment a little too well.

“That’s not what I-” Rio is interrupted by a whimper again.

Underneath her cunt, Agatha can feel her twitch again. She reckons Rio is getting close. And as much as she wants to see what it looks like letting Rio cream her pants, this is too easy. 

“Too bad!” She lifts herself off of Rio and rolls to the side and back onto her mattress, “shoulda said yes and I’d have blown you.”

“Wh-what?” Rio’s voice is so high-pitched it might go ultrasonic. She looks down to Agatha’s wet panties.

Agatha shrugs.

“But I-”

“Go take a cold shower or something”, Agatha laughs, not even hiding her own arousal, “worked well enough this morning!”

“You’re so mean!”

“No, you’re just needy”, Agatha gets up and casually exchanges her sleep shirt with a dress, skipping a bra, “but who knows! If you’re so keen on it I might let you eat me out some time!”, she winks and is out the door in a second.

She loses no time to run down to the lake shore, filling her lungs with fresh air. She runs a hand through her hair, picking up the pace. She still feels the prickling between her legs (it’s so strong she needs to pull on her panties to make them sit differently) when she reaches the water and walks on, the gravel crunching underneath her shoes. There is something to this - having Rio wrapped around her little finger, holding all the power. It’s intoxicating.

She still thinks about it when it is time for dinner, and she has circuited the lake. Arriving at the pier, she busies herself helping her cousins unload the boats, anything to keep her mind from wandering at this point. She feigns interest as they proudly display their catches, nodding with theatrical enthusiasm as she tosses out exaggerated remarks like, “Oh my gosh,” “Wow… so huge,” and “Good for you for getting that”. Her voice is bright, but her eyes drift, unfocused, toward the trees.

Rio comes back down together with her mother, clinging to her arm until they sit down at the table. Agatha makes a point of sitting opposite her, even if that means she has to sit between her cousins. Rio only looks at her with her head bowed, nibbling on some breadsticks. She doesn’t say a word to her all throughout dinner. It riles Agatha up so much she lets her sandal slip from her foot and makes Rio flinch by running it up between her legs.

“Did you have a nice afternoon, Agatha?” her mother asks when she notices something going on.

“Yeah, napped and then took a walk around the lake”, she nods and bites a chunk off a hamburger her father has served her.

“And the sleeping arrangement is working for you two?” Rio’s mother chimes in, smiling warmly. So even if Rio has told her about Agatha, she’s probably not mentioned the naughty bits. 

“Rio snores a bit,” she nods, mouth still full.

“That’s a lie you snore!" Rio alleges and a grin appears on Agatha’s face again. So someone was up longer last night than Agatha had thought.

“If you say so”, she shrugs and Rio looks away again, moving a piece of cucumber around on her plate.

Agatha watches her closely when they clean up. The others chatter around them, tossing scraps into bins and packing the utensils back up. She gets herself another can of flavored beer without bothering to check the flavor, cracks it open and downs it in a few determined gulps, the fizz hissing against the silence between them. The bonfire hasn’t even been lit yet, but the sky is already bruising with twilight.

“A-Are we okay?” a small voice asks behind her unexpectedly.

Turning around, she looks at Rio, nervously fumbling with her hands. Agatha raises an eyebrow at her.

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“You…you left. Are you mad with me?”

Agatha grins and reaches for another can of beer. It’s truly adorable, the flustered look on Rio’s face, the way she brushes her hair behind her ears.

“We’re good,” she says, popping it open and handing it to Rio. She takes one herself and repeats the process, chinking them before she leans in, whispering into Rio’s ear, “to you finally getting a girl to touch your gear.”

She notices how Rio shivers. And really, for a moment Agatha wonders if she should just call it a day, whether she has made her suffer enough for tonight, but then Rio looks so cute sitting between the boys in her jeans shorts and white crop-top while Agatha is huddled into an old crochet blanket. Sipping on the beer can Agatha had handed her, she can see that Rio doesn’t like the taste of it. She is probably counting down the minutes until she can leave when Agatha notices how she puts both her hands on her upper arms rubbing them gently, the boys leaning over her, downright ignoring her to talk to each other.

Without overthinking it, Agatha swiftly rises, circling behind the group so they can continue roasting their marshmallows undisturbed. As she squeezes past her cousin Henry, she offers a quick excuse, barely audible over the crackle of the fire. Then, without hesitation, she sits down in Rio’s lap and pulls the blanket around them both, cocooning them in.

“Warmer?” she asks, looking down to her.

“Agatha what-”

“Thought you were cold”, she wiggles and pulls her dress out from underneath her so that only Rio’s shorts and her panties separate them.

“Mhmm-” Rio hums, scratching her neck uncomfortably.

“Do you want me to leave?” Agatha asks, raising an eyebrow to accompany the question that she already knows the answer to.

“No”, Rio mumbles lowly, unsure where to put her arms.

From the corner of her eye, Agatha can see her mother’s stare on her. She pays it no mind. Instead, she leans against Rio so that their breasts touch.

“Could you giggle so my mother doesn't think I am making you uncomfortable?”

Rio forces a grin and nods.

“I bet you’d rather be alone with me right now”, Agatha whispers again, looking straight into her eyes, the chatter around them blurring in with the sounds of the fire. She shifts in Rio’s lap again and feels a bulge forming net to her ass.

“Thought so.”

“Agatha I’d rather not they see…”, Rio murmurs, looking past her into the darkening forest.

“So if we were alone, you’d want me to make you hard again?” Agatha moves again, invisible underneath the blanket.

“You’re just gonna leave again when you’ve had your fun so-”

“Who says I would?” She interrupts her.

Rio looks at her with big eyes and Agatha giggles.

“Sorry but the face you’re making is so cute, I gotta hand that to you”, she winks.

“So… you do think I’m cute?”

It’s probably the bravest Rio has been all day, Agatha will give her that. Catching a glimpse at her family without turning her head, Agatha puts her right index and middle finger underneath Rio’s chin.

“I love how you’re not giving up hope of me answering that question with a ‘yes’.”

Rio rolls her eyes, but yet again, Agatha can see the sheen of red on her cheeks, Rio’s hard-on now firmly pressing against the side of her ass.

They sit like that, in quiet, for a while. At least the boys are no longer leaning over Rio like she is invisible. It gets nice and warm too. It’s always been a mystery to Agatha how people like an open fire when it doesn’t actually warm you up, but instead fries one side of your body while the other one freezes. Gently, she feels Rio’s arms come around her waist without any other part of her body moving. Agatha doesn’t look at her. Just lets herself feel them against her tummy.

She doesn’t move until her father pulls out his guitar again and Uncle Fred starts pouring Captain Morgan into red plastic cups - cheap ones that look like one of his sons swiped them from a college frat party. Rolling her eyes, she looks down into Rio’s face again.

“Ima go back to the cabin, do you want me to leave the blanket so… well”, she motions to Rio’s erection that still hasn’t gone down.

“N-No I’m coming along if that’s okay…”

Agatha shrugs, “sure”, and frees herself from the blanket so that Rio can wrap it around herself. She waves into the round, everyone (even her inebriated mother) cheerily wishing them a good night.

The path ahead is dim, lit only by a few flickering lanterns strung between trees, their glow attracting swarms of flies and mosquitoes that frantically fight for a place in the light. The air is thick with the scent of pine. As they reach the bend and turn right to circle around the cabin toward its entrance, she suddenly hears Rio’s footsteps falter, then stop altogether. She pauses mid-step, heart ticking faster, and glances back, the shadows stretching long between them.

“You coming?” Agatha asks over her shoulder.

“I’m still hard,” Rio admits, and Agatha turns around, “I think I might need to get a shower.”

Where Rio stands, the light is too faint for Agatha to properly see, but yeah, there is still a massive bulge in Rio’s hotpants. 

Looking ahead and to the back wall of the cabin, Agatha blinks twice, astonished with her own creativity. She crosses the arms behind her back and walks towards Rio again.

“I’ve been mean to you today.” 

Rio frowns.

“Let me make up for it and let you get yourself off against my ass.”

“Wh-what?” Rio blurts out.

“I’ll lean against the cabin, and you rub yourself against me,” Agatha raises a finger, “pants stay on! I don’t want a mess on my back; I’m not taking another shower today.”

“C-can't we go inside at least?”

“Now where would be the fun in that?” Agatha snickers and takes her by the wrist, dragging her to the cabin wall before she turns around, leaning both her hands against the wood, sticking her ass out.

Rio doesn’t move.

“Hurry up, I don’t want the mosquitoes to eat me!” Agatha looks back at her and finally, Rio takes a step forward.

It’s adorable, the way she clenches her fists, probably too shy to put her hands on Agatha’s hips.

“Raise my dress,” Agatha suggests in a softer voice.

“A-are you sure?”

“Would I be leaning against the wall like this if I wasn’t?”

She hears Rio swallow, then, a careful hand moves the fabric of Agatha’s dress up onto her back.

“C-Can I touch you?”

“Yeah”, she nods and gives her a smile before she feels a soft hand on her right cheek, tenderly stroking the skin, making it erupt in goose bumps. She drags her fingers between them too, down to Agatha’s clit.

“This isn’t about me,” she interrupts her, “put your hands on my hips, c’mon.”

Sweet, obedient Rio does as she’s told, and two clammy hands come up to Agatha’s love handles before she feels the fabric of Rio’s jeans against her ass.

“Now be a good girl and get yourself off, mhm?”

Behind her, Rio seems to have found enough self-esteem that she finally begins to move her groin, slowly rubbing her length against the crack of Agatha’s ass. She begins to whimper, pressing herself against Agatha’s body, small gasps that the nightly air carries to Agatha’s ears. She quickly learns how much she loves them.

“That’s it, such a sweet girl, rutting against me so well”, Agatha encourages her, doing her best to meet Rio’s slow, but uncoordinated thrusts and grinds. It takes her a while to get accustomed to it, but when she finally finds her rhythm, Agatha feels her pressing harder, grinding faster.

“Is that good, hm?”

“Y-ah s-so good Agatha,” she squeaks, “y-you feel really, r-really good.”

“I want you to come really good, okay? Do you wanna touch my tits?”

Rio stops for a moment, then leans forward until she is pressed flush against Agatha’s back, her hands coming up to cup Agatha’s breasts over the dress.

“Attagirl, doing so well for her first time fooling around with someone”, Agatha murmurs. She ignores the feeling of her nipples hardening under Rio’s touch, ignores that her underwear is getting sticky, clinging to her clit, begging for attention. 

“Y-your breasts are… they are really soft,” she whimpers, burying her face in Agatha’s dress.

“Yeah? Do you like having your hands full with them while you fuck yourself against my ass?”

“Mmmmmhm”, Rio mewls again and Agatha feels her nodding against her back as she ruts on. Jerking her hips, desperate to find enough friction.

“You’re so fucking big, it holds quiet a lot hm?” Agatha croaks, thinking of the white streaks of cum that Rio had squeezed out of herself earlier that day.

“I-I don’t really know...”

“It looked like so fucking much…”, Agatha babbles on, half her brain screaming at her that this is not about her, that this is not turning her on, that this is just a game.

Rio’s thrusts become frantic again, unorganized and jerky. She brings one hand back to Agatha’s hip, rubbing her cock up and down the slit of Agatha’s ass, squeezing her cheeks together. Somewhere in the distance, Agatha still hears the rest of her family humming along to some country song. She squeezes her muscles, so they become harder and moves her ass up and down against Rio' erection.

“Be my good girl and fill your pants up for me good, hm? Blow it all in there.”

She hopes Rio is too busy with herself to notice how coarse Agatha’s voice has become. Her clit is not throbbing. Her pussy is not clenching. This is just a game.

“mhmmmyesokayIwill,” Rio whines.

“You’re doing so good Rio”, absentmindedly, she brings her right hand over Rio’s helping her to squeeze her breast. Her nipple is so hard it hurts.

“A-Agatha I think I’m gonna, I’m gonna-”, she interrupts herself with a quiet shriek when Agatha reckons she comes. A second later, she feels it against her skin as well. Rio’s cock twitches as it pumps spurts of cum into her shorts, coating them in white from the inside. It doesn’t take long until she feels it seeping through as well. Rio’s moans and guttural but quiet. It’s cute how high her noises get. 

When they quietly subside, Agatha gently tabs her arm and raises herself up, straightening her dress. She still feels the wet spot on her ass cheek and suppresses the urge to run her fingers over it. Awkwardly, Rio looks to the ground, pulling down the seams of her crop top.

“Oh”, Agatha chuckles and links a finger into one of Rio’s belt loops to steady herself while she squats down. Rio steps back in shock, but Agatha doesn’t let her.

“Stand still!” She orders and keeps her still, as she licks her lower lip. It’s hard to see in the shine of the closest lantern, but the fabric around the length of Rio’s cock is clearly dark and wet, soaked in her semen. But Agatha had anticipated that. What she had not anticipated are the thick streaks of milky cum running out of Rio’s shorts and down her thigh. They look like frosting on a drip-cake, plump and juicy.

She fights the urge to lick them off.

Chapter Text

Chapter 3

It’s still mostly dark when Agatha gently drifts back to consciousness, the edges of sleep clinging to her like cobwebs. The soft glow of her Blackberry screen tells her it’s not even seven. She squints at it, then lets it fall back onto the nightstand with a sigh. Outside, the first birds are beginning to stir, their quiet chirps threading through the morning mist like a lullaby in reverse.

Next to her, Rio is sound asleep on her stomach. Her left hand covers Agatha's right breast, the nipple stiff between her index and middle finger. Rubbing her thighs together, Agatha feels that her folds are wet, sticking together like two fingers coated in honey. They feel thick and swollen, tingling underneath her sleep shorts. 

For a moment, she considers just getting herself off like this, with Rio still asleep half on top of her. She can be quiet. And judging from the state of herself, it wouldn't take very long either.

But then they are supposed to have all of their things packed up by eleven. If she remembers correctly, her Uncle Wilbur lives somewhere past Milwaukee, so they will want to head out on time. And it also means she won't see Rio for the remainder of the year. 

Which really makes this her last chance to rile her up once more, doesn't it?

“Hey,” she carefully pulls on Rio's arm, “hey you little pervy groper wake up!”

Rio mumbles something in her sleep.

“There is no fumbling my tits for free, duh!”

Rio's head jolts up and Agatha grins widely.

“Oh no, I'm so sorry!” Rio squeaks the moment she realizes where her hand had been. She shuffles off of Agatha and back to her side of the bed. It takes her a second to become fully alert, but then her eyes go big as tennis balls.

Propped up against her pillow, Agatha has one hand in her shorts, working herself up against her hand.

“Whu-what are you doing?”

Agatha looks at her, biting her lower lip.

“Rio, have you ever seen a swollen pussy?” she moans.

Rio doesn't answer. She just stares, face red as a lobster again, eyes fixed on the moving hand in Agatha's pants. When Agatha gasps, she swallows.

“Would you like to see one?” She murmurs and finally, Rio nods.

Slowly, Agatha gets up to her knees, pulling her hand back out. It glistens with arousal and Rio's eyes are immediately drawn to it. Agatha hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her pants and slowly pushes them down to her knees, slipping out of them and dropping them by the foot of the bed, looking at Rio.

“She's all wet and warm…”

Rio whimpers.

“Here's what's gonna happen”, Agatha lets her left hand wander down again, “I'm gonna fuck myself on my fingers until I come and you can watch”, she lets her index finger glide between her folds, “but you can't touch me”, she gasps over her own pleasure, “and you can't touch yourself either.”

“What? No! Agatha, that's not fair!”

“You should feel lucky I let you little virgin watch at all”, Agatha counters, sneaking her other hand over her breast, squeezing her nipple.

“But last night we-”

“Awww you think because a pretty girl lets you rub your cock against her ass you're no longer a virgin?” Agatha pouts sarcastically. 

“Well, we had sex last night, r-right?”

It almost looks like Rio has tears in her eyes. And well, if Agatha was any more gracious she would probably say yes, coming so hard it runs out of your pants probably counts as sex… but Agatha isn't gracious.

“You're so cute”, Agatha chuckles, biting her lip again as she feels herself dripping onto her finger, “but you're a virgin until you've had your dick inside a pussy, everything else is just fooling around, sorry, I don't make the rules.”

“B-but..”

“Dont worry, you'll get there,” Agatha murmurs then lets out a long moan, closing her eyes and slowly dragging her shirt up so far her naked breasts are visible, her nipples both hard and protruding.

The only reaction from Rio is a suppressed whine.

Grinning, Agatha dips two fingers inside herself, letting her hair fall back over her shoulders until she feels it against her ass.

“Mhmm”, she moans theatrically, “uh, it's so good.”

“Wh-what are you thinking about?” Rio whispers.

“You would like it if I said it was your massive cock, huh? And what it would feel like stretching me out?”

“Hmhm”, Rio mewls.

When Agatha opens her eyes, she can see that a bulge has formed again in Rio's pink shorts.

“Does it swing when you walk?” Agatha whispers and spreads her fingers so far it almost hurts.

“S-sometimes.”

“Do you ever wear shorts that are so short it peaks out?”

“N-no… I'm not supposed to anymore.”

“I'd wanna see that so bad…” Agatha sighs, working herself up, syrupy arousal coating her fingers, “you, walking around and suddenly the tip of your dick peaks out of your shorts”.

“Hmm… okay.”

Fingers all lubed up, Agatha pulls them out again and begins massaging her clit, taking the plump and engorged flesh between her thumb and index finger. She sighs with pleasure. 

“A-agatha you… you're dripping…”

Rio's voice is breathless, her glance fixed on the thin streaks of pre-cum running down Agatha's left thigh. Dragging her fingers off her clit, a thin thread of it forms that quickly rips, drops of it landing on the sheet.

“Yeah… I do that sometimes when I am really horny…”

“S-sometimes? L-like that happens very often?” Rio stammers.

Agatha chuckles and continues massaging the tiny, protruding knob of nerve endings that always gives her goosebumps. Groaning, she looks at Rio through half-hooded eyes. Her nails have dug themselves into the sheet. It has become so taut Agatha wonders if it might rip. She keeps staring at the outline of Rio's twitching erection.

“If you had a condom I'd fucking ride you right now”, she croaks before her mind can catch up to it. Rio reacts with a low whine, looking about ready to hump the mattress instead, looking for any kind of friction.

“I-I…”

“Have you ever gotten to use one?” Agatha looks here straight in the eyes, riding against her own hand.

“I-I tried it once”, Rio looks down, scratching the backside of her neck, “I- uhm I think it was the wrong size, I, well I couldn't get it on…”

Agatha stops for a second then remembers the girth of it, imagining poor Rio in a narrow Walgreens aisle, looking for the proper condom size and then unsuccessfully trying to get it over her swollen cock that’s too long and thick for it. It makes her cunt twitch and a fresh gush of liquid seeps onto her fingers. It tells her she is close. And she gets even closer when she sees Rio finally rutting against the mattress and she permits it… because it looks so fucking obscene, both her cock and nipples hard for Agatha.

It's another whine coming from Rio's throat that sends her over the edge. Her lashes flutter and her eyes roll upwards. Spasms roll though her body, all the way into her toes. If this is what it feels like getting herself off to Rio - what does it feel like clenching around her? She groans as she rubs herself through it and Rio flinches, staring at her in awe. Her eyes are glassy, filled with reverence as if Agatha was some kind of goddess she is worshiping. She lets her head fall backwards, the stuttering in her folds slowly subsiding.

There go her plans of sending Rio home throbbing and unspent. 

She hears her whimper once more and looks back at her. Her cheeks are boiling with heat, her knuckles whiter than the sheets she is holding onto.

“Say ‘please, Agatha'.”

“Please, Agatha.”

“Please, Agatha. Let me come on your tits.”

Rio gulps.

“P-please, Agatha. Can I come on your tits?”

“Good girl”, Agatha grins and languidly lets herself fall back against the pillow.

Rio looks at her, confused. “W-wait you-you meant that?”

“I can't let you walk through camp like that. I'm not a monster”, she pads her stomach with her left hand, “take your pants off and c'mon up here.”

Rio blinks before her brain seems to process the words properly, “o-okay”.

Agatha watches closely as she carefully slips out of her pants, her erection springing free. It's the first time she's getting a decent look at it. Three protruding veins wrap themselves around it and it bobs when Rio moves. Agatha has to clench her fists in order not to reach for it.

The sunlight slowly peaking through the window curtains, leaving illuminated stripes on the bed and her body, Rio climbs on top of her, sitting over her hips bones. When Agatha sees the drop of pre-cum on the tip of her cock, she absentmindedly licks her lips.

“It's so big like this…”, Agatha mumbles and sees it twitch to her words before she realizes Rio is wrapped too tight around her little finger she is probably waiting for permission to touch herself.

“Do you wanna be a good little pet for me?”

“Mmhm”, Rio murmurs.

Agatha reaches for her right hand, gathering saliva in her mouth. She looks up at Rio when she spits it into her hand, lubing it up.

“Go fuck it onto my tits then.”

Rio's hand is on her dick faster than Agatha comprehends. She massages it with long, tight strokes, making it even harder in her hand.

“Look at me”, Agatha orders, “you're doing so good, pretty girl. You're so hard and big for me like this”, she whispers, listening to the incoherent mumblings coming from Rio's mouth.

“You like to be praised like this, huh? When someone tells you you're being all lovely and well-behaved.”

Rip nods frantically and Agatha gives her the sweetest smile.

“What do you like better, the praise or the demeaning?” Agatha leans her head on her right shoulder “poor little virgin Rio all hard and pathetic for the first girl that gives her attention.”

It's barely audible, but Agatha hears it nevertheless: the slight increase in pitch and volume.

“So the humiliation then, huh? Do you like it when I tell you how hideous you are? How easy and slutty? You just needed one girl that was nice to you and look at you now… so obedient and well-behaved.”

“Mhhhm, Agatha I-”

“What? Huh? All out of words now? Does it feel good looking at my tits while you jack off? Knowing that that's where your nut is gonna go?”

“yesyesyes-fuckthisissogood”

Agatha lets one of her fingers dance over Rio's thigh and draws small circles with her nail. Wherever she goes, she leaves a trail of faint goose bumps.

“Be a good little pet and cream my tits.”

Agatha isn't sure if it is the word pet or the general order that does it. But by the end of her sentence, Rio’ milky white cum starts spurting out of her cock in thick, viscous streaks. The first few hit her chest, frost her nipples like buttercream on a cake. Rio stutters with it, and keeps pumping, milking herself onto Agatha's breasts. Just like under the shower, it keeps coming. Agatha feels like a drop of it lands over her chin, right below her mouth. She still continues watching in awe how Rio's face contorts in pleasure until she goes limb in her hand.

Carefully, Agatha collects the cum on her face with her index finger, making sure Rio sees it. Taking it into her mouth, she tastes the saltiness and groans, feeling her cunt clench again.

“Agatha what-”, Rio mewls.

“Well done sweet girl”, Agatha grins, “coming so hard for me.”

Rio's glance wanders down from Agatha's face to her breasts, looking at the mess she's made.

“Take off your shirt and clean it up”, Agatha orders.

Rio nods quietly, pulling her top over her head, allowing Agatha a peak at her small but round breasts. She feels how Rio begins to wipe-up her cum, dragging the cotton over Agatha's nipples, but Agatha can't tear her eyes off of Rio’s chest. The urge to have all of Rio's cock inside of her to the hilt while sucking on her tits becomes almost unbearable to manage. 

She could have her hard again in no time. Three tugs on that thing and it stands hard enough for Agatha to sit on it. But then she really doesn't feel the need to get pregnant today.

So instead she lets Rio climb off of her and finishes herself off in the shower for a second time that morning. When she gets back to the hut, Rio is nowhere to be seen, likely showering herself or already at breakfast. She packs up most of her things and takes the sheets off the bed, piling them in a corner hoping the cleaners won't pay attention to the stains. But then honestly, even if they do, she will be long gone.

When Rio isn’t already at the gazebo, Agatha sits down next to her father. Her cousins all look like they’ve had about two hours of sleep and a gallon of beer each. Agatha wouldn’t know. Turns out getting someone to jerk off against your ass makes you sleep like a baby. She listens to them groan about a headache and watches Tammy and her mother pouring them lukewarm orange juice as if they have lost the ability to help themselves.

When Rio finally comes to join them, the only free seat is next to Agatha. She hesitates, but finally sits down on her hands.

“So did you two have a chance to get to know each other better?”, Rio’s mother asks, handing her daughter a bagel she has already slathered with cream cheese.

“I dunno… we didn’t talk much”, Agatha shrugs and takes a sip of coffee.

“I really hope Agatha wasn’t inappropriate with you”, her own mother reprimands and Agatha almost chokes on the coffee.

“N-no she was really nice to me”, Rio nods, and takes a bite off her bagel without looking at Agatha.

“Mom, Rio isn’t even my type”, Agatha rolls her eyes, licking the coffee from her lips, knowing Rio is probably looking.

“Agatha!”, her mother protests.

“What? It’s the truth”, she shrugs and sees Victoria laugh.

“Well, I’m glad you two got along so well,” her mom says warmly. “If you ever want to visit us, just let me know - I’d love to have you. I bet Rio would like that too, wouldn’t you, Rio?”

Rio nearly chokes on her bagel.

“Oh my word, Mom!” she sputters between coughs.

Agatha snickers and nudges her with an elbow. “Relax. I don’t have to come if it’s such a horrifying idea.”

“That’s not what I-” Rio starts, but the moment she notices everyone’s eyes on her, she shrinks back and swallows the rest of her sentence, cheeks flushed.

She doesn’t talk to her again until it is almost time to leave. Her duffle bag already loaded into the car, Agatha lays down on her blanket by the lake once more, waiting for her parents to pack up and check them out. Eyes closed, sun in her face, she only notices Rio when she feels her shade on her face.

“I-I wanted to say good-bye,” she swallows hard and bites her lip.

“Bye then!” Agatha chirps cheekily, leaving Rio to think that that’s all she’s gonna say, before she sits up.

“It’s- uh been nice?”

“Just nice? Rio you hurt me”, she laughs, holding her chest as if someone has shot her.

“Very nice…”

Agatha smiles.

“I’m not coming to visit you in Milwaukee just so you can lose your virginity.”

“W-what?”

“Go find someone to do that with, you’re a cute girl, you won’t have any issues I’m sure.”

“Well but what if I… what if I would want it to be you?”

Agatha looks at her long and hard.

“Please don’t fall in love with me or something, that’s just gonna hurt you.”

Originally, Agatha had planned to say that with a little more confidence. The way it rolls off her tongue is not as smooth. She hopes Rio doesn’t hear it.

“I’m not in love with you!”, Rio blurts out.

“Good”, Agatha nods and gets up, seeing her parents coming back down to the gazebo. Rio picks a fallen leaf from her hoodie.

“Can I hug you to say goodbye?”

Agatha pouts as if she has to think about it.

“No touching my ass though”, she opens her arms and Rio steps into her space, circling her waist with hers, “can’t send you back to your parents with a hard-on”, she adds with a chuckle and feels Rio respond in the same way. Her nose in Rio’s hair, she smells the pine trees off of her for the first time. Somehow her hair must have sucked the smell up over the weekend. Or perhaps Agatha has just not paid attention so far. The single strands tickle her face. On her back, she feels how Rio’s fingers dig into the fabric of her hoodie. It feels nice… to be craved like that. Nobody has to see that she closes her eyes for just a moment, the lake in front of her and the trees in her back.

She doesn’t talk to her parents on the car ride home. Only when the battery on her iPod drains does she take her earphones off. Her mother notices immediately.

“Such a nice girl, Vicky’s daughter, hm?”

“Yeah”, Agatha answers, looking out of the window to see the pine trees pass her by.