Camp Bathhouse Chapter Three
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What the hell was I supposed to do? There I was, fucking naked, with my own splooge dripping off of me and now the sound barrier of Amalie’s shower was gone! Shit, I thought to myself. Alright, fuck, I have to make a move… or wait… maybe I don’t. Maybe that’s the move, maybe the best thing for me to do is to just hang out for a minute, wait for Amalie to finish up and leave. Duh, I don’t even know why I shook myself up for a second there.
I could hear what I assumed was the sound of Amalie grabbing her towel and beginning to dry herself off. I sat as quietly as I could on my shower bench, which was now moist to the touch due to the amount of steam floating through the bathhouse. The place was very well lit which wasn’t helping my situation. The golden light of tungsten light bulbs lit up every square inch of the bathhouse and there were no on- or off-switches for those lights. But I was still hidden in silence behind the shower stall door. Even if someone else came in I was most likely fine because they’d probably assume my stall was just occupied.
I heard the lock of Amalie’s stall knock back. I heard one smack of her flip flop against the floor, then another. I was calm; I felt like I had nothing to fear. She didn’t know I was here. Nobody knew that she and I were still completely alone. Maybe, I thought, I could take one more look…
No, are you kidding?
What about your brother?
What about my brother! Shit!
Shit. Shit, what was I supposed to do now? I couldn’t leave until Amalie left, and good god knows how long I’d been in here. Fuck. I brought my hands up to my head and pushed hard enough for my eyeballs to fall out the back of my skull. Alright, I’m just gonna wait. Wait, right here for her to -
“Hey, sexy.”
Oh, no way… I heard my brother’s voice outside the girls' bathroom.
“Well hello there, handsome,” Amalie replied.
I heard soft footsteps smack against the girls' bathroom floor. But these footsteps sounded different than Amalie’s flip flops.
“What are you doing! You can’t come in here, babe!” Amalie yelled quietly.
“There’s nobody else in here, right?” my brother retorted.
There was a moment of hushed conversations and odd noises. I couldn’t tell what was happening. But I didn’t like it. I was now curled up in the fetal position on top of this bench holding onto my cut-up shins for dear life. I was about two seconds away from getting into more trouble than any young man should ever be in. Then I heard them - the quiet steps of my brother closing in on me. This was it. This was the end. I was fucking done. I heard another step, then another; there could have only been so many steps between his starting position and my soon-to-be shower grave. The final step was made and…
He knocked. I looked to the door out of the corner of my eye. I stared down that door like it was a wild hog about to charge at me. I felt like the entire world had stopped spinning. I was quieter than I even knew I could be. You couldn’t even hear me blink. A second went by, then another. Then I heard another knock but this time it was on the stall Amalie was in.
“Thank-you-god,” I said, real under my breath.
All it took was one little knock on my stall for my brother to be certain he and Amalie were alone. And one more after to prove what Amalie already knew.
“That’s the stall I just used,” she said to my brother.
“Then I’m right. There’s no one in here.”
I heard him take a few steps away from the stalls in what I assumed was Amalie’s direction.
“Babe! What if somebody comes in?” she said.
“Nobody’s coming in, baby. It’s way after dark. Everyone’s asleep out there.”
Then I heard what sounded like the sound of soft clothes and towels being dropped down onto the bathroom floor. You’ve got to be kidding me, I thought. Is my bro really about to lay the moves on his girl in the bathhouse? What a fucking creep. A part of me hoped somebody else would come in here and whip his tail, or both of their tails, to be honest; I kinda had a thing for that.
“What about John?” she asked.
Oh fuck. I think I came a little extra just by hearing her say my name.
“He’s still showering. He was in there when I was leaving,” my brother affirmed Amalie.
“Oh my god, you’re so fucking bad.”
This was the first time I ever heard Amalie curse. Was she trying to get me to cum again?
“Yeah, baby? You like your bad fucking boy?” my brother said in a less-than-sensual way that, at least to me, was a bit of a turn-off.
“Yeah, baby! I like my big bad boy!”
“Mhmm, that’s right, baby. Bend over for this bad boy.”
“Ooo-mmm yeah, baby. You gonna fuck me in the bathhouse, baby?”
Woah. Wait a minute. They were about to fuck? Right here? In the bathhouse?
“Hell yeah, I am, baby.”
“Uhh!!” The moan of Amalie shot my dick off into outer space.
Holy shit. They were fucking. Right here. Right in the middle of this public bathhouse and nobody had any idea. It was just them - well, us - in here! The entire camp was asleep at this point. They were about to get away with the most heart-pounding exhibitionism I had ever known. And I… I was going to be the only witness…
No, that’s my brother; that’s fucking weird.
“Oh, baby! Fuck me, baby!” Amalie yelled.
Welp, that changes that.
I had to look now. This beautiful, tight ass girl who I had just lost some baby seeds to a minute ago was now being pumped full of my brother’s three-inch warrior. At this point, I started feeling really comfortable in my stall. The tungsten lighting made everything look like it was lit by a bright campfire. Hell, I didn’t even mind the little moths and occasional beetles flying around the top of my stall. At this point, we were all taking part in what I thought to be the most amazing event to ever take place on a family camping trip.
“Oh hell yeah, you like that, baby? You like that bad-boy dick in your pussy, huh?”
“Oh, um yeah, baby, you’re such a bad boy.”
Aw, she was so sweet. I knew there was no way his dick could have felt better than sticking a small tampon in her holy grail. What a good sport. Now it was time to catch a glimpse of this action. I started to slowly lower my feet onto the floor beneath my bench. It was cold at first and it was slightly wet from the steam of the bathhouse and probably whoever was in here earlier. I wondered for a second what that girl may have looked like. But there were more important things going on here.
I started taking short, quiet, lunges closer to the door of my stall. I knew I couldn’t get too close to the door to expose my feet or I could blow my cover. So, I stopped myself once I reached as close to the edge of the door as I could without being seen.
There wasn’t a big enough crack along the sides of the shower doors to see in or out, for privacy's sake of course. So, my next option was to crouch down and under to see what I could witness below the stall door. Again, another few-seconds-long change of position that felt like hours. I got close enough to the bottom of the door while still being shielded by the actual wall of the stall.
“Oh yeah… mmm… uhh… oh, Ben…”
Ew. The sound of my brother’s name made this whole escapade a bit less enjoyable but nevertheless, I was going to see this action with my own two eyes. Alright, here I go. Ever so slowly I reached my head down under the stall door, making sure the least amount of my head was visible. And…
“Oh fuck! Ben! Fuck! Stop!” Amalie shouted.
I let out a chuckle that was barely audible to the bugs flying just a few feet above me. My brother pulled out of Amalie faster than a speeding ticket. And for good reason too. He had just come inside of her, from the look of Amalie’s shocked expression, which I could see in the reflection of the mirror they were in front of. Her beautiful pink nipples were just hanging a few inches off her chest, slowly swinging back and forth.
“Oh, shit,” my brother said.
“C’mon, baby!"
“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I just - ”
“Babe…”
“What? Wait, why is it such a problem?”
“What?”
“Why are you freaking out? We can clean this up.”
“You can’t clean it out of my vagina, Ben!”
“Baby, what are you talking about, did you not take your pills?”
Amalie said nothing.
“Babe,” my brother said.
“What!” Amalie fired back.
“You didn’t take your pills!” Ben shouted.
“No! Why would I take them while we’re on vacation with your family!”
“Baby! Are you serious right now?”
“Yes!”
“Like for real? You are really being serious right now?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not messing with me?”
“No.”
A quick moment of silence passed. Amalie began to turn her head around towards Ben just as I pulled mine back up and out of sight from under the stall.
“Well, fuck,” my brother sighed.
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