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Incredible ChangesChapter 445: Déjà Vu? Again? free porn video
The boy has his towel around his neck, and the girls have theirs around them.
All three kids were from different families, and none were eating in the dining area tonight. Ellen went to the cabin to get beach blankets that I laid them on after re-rolling them in their towels. I borrowed some of the dishtowels to roll up to make pillows for their head.
Ellen went over to nudge them from time to time to get them to wake up, but they would roll over to go back to sleep.
“Daddy,” Ellen told me. “You forgot my medicines today, but I went and got them at the right times like a good girl.”
She was happy that I said I was proud of her for remembering and not skip them because she was having fun.
After dinner, Ellen picked up the smallest of the three kids, which happened to be the boy, and I got the two girls again. We did have help finding where their families were staying. The boy was in a cabin, but the girls were in the hotel-like rooms.
“She hasn’t slept like that in years. What did you do?” her dad asked.
“Made her keep coming back to get thrown into the lake again,” I joked as I got the girl out of the towel and sitting on the toilet. “Us guys piss all over the place when that tired. Girls somehow manage to pee and wipe in their sleep. Where can I tuck her into bed? I wore her out, so I should put her to bed.”
All I had to do was lay her on the bed where her dad had pulled back the sheets. She wiggled around until she snuggled up to her big brother.
“Those two are the closest opposite-sex kids I’ve seen that aren’t twins. She will turn eleven in November, and he is already thirteen. They still bathe and shower together like they did when two and four,” he told me. “Their mom works so hard and has to go all over the world, and most nights, I don’t get home until late. I can leave them alone and not have to worry about it. Their older brother and younger sister are different matters. Thanks for taking good care of her for me. We didn’t know if she was crashing somewhere tonight or not.”
Ellen begged to have a sleepover at someone else’s cabin tonight. I had her take her meds, one that didn’t have a sedative if someone started exploring. She had one for the morning when she woke up.
“Daddy,” she told me. “I know these are what make me hurt down there when I try to rub or play inside down there. I also know that I was better inside when we got here. I don’t want to stop them until we leave because I’m not ready to do it with a boy, but without it hurting, I think I would have already, a bunch of times.”
I gave her a big hug for telling me instead of just keeping it secret or not taking the pills at all. I did tell her that she didn’t have to let me know when she did it with a boy. Ellen said she liked having someone she could tell that stuff to, what she thought about it, and talk about how it felt. Her father always talked about everything.
I went back to the dining area to hang out with the adults while the kids did whatever until about dark.
Back at my cabin, I found Carol in the swing.
“Can I sleep here tonight?” she asked.
“Sure. Ellen is staying over at someone’s cabin tonight, so her room is free,” I told her. “Or, if you want, you can sleep on the couch.”
I headed in to shower the lake off of me and then check my email. I found a book on the bookshelf that looked interesting from the notes on the jacket’s back. I kicked back in a recliner and read until I decided I might as well get some sleep.
Carol finally asked, “Can I sleep with you?”
I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I pulled back the covers and got on the other side. After she used the bathroom, she got into bed with me.
I’m not going to start the conversation. That is up to Carol if she is ever ready.
I did turn on my side, facing her should she decide to talk before going to sleep. After about ten minutes, I turned on my side to move over to spoon her. I put my arm over her and moved my arm to be outside her arm on the bed. I put my hand on her shoulder. She lifted her leg, reached between them, and pulled my dick into her gap between them. That is right where it was when she got up to pee in the middle of the night. It went right back there when she cuddled back up to me. I had wood in the morning, and it was right in the gap, getting soaked by hot juices.
“So, what now? We can go for a run if you like. The temperature is still low, and I could use the exercise,” I asked.
She slid my dick from the gap, turned over, looked at me, and asked, “Are you serious, David? You’re as hard as a steel bar. I’m hotter than I’ve ever been for a dick, and you want to go run?”
“Well, yeah. I’m always hard when I wake up. I think most guys are,” I answered. “You don’t have big tits, and an ACE bandage would keep them from moving much if that was a problem. Still, I didn’t know you had other plans. He is a lucky guy. Find me if you want to talk or anything. I should be done with my run an hour or two, depending on if Ellen is up yet.”
“You’re going to tell everyone we slept together naked, aren’t you?” Carol asked.
“Sure. We’re at a nudist camp, and you wanted to sleep in my bed with me. What is wrong with that? We’re adults, and we did sleep, so what is the big deal? It isn’t like I’m going to get on the camp PA and announce it to everyone. Ellen already knows. Not sure who else really cares one way or the other, except maybe your sister, but she can sleep over tonight. Your sister slept with me the last time I was here. Does she still like to cuddle?”
“People are going to know we had sex,” Carol said.
I sat up, looked at her, and said, “How are they going to know we had sex? You going to lie to them?”
“Well, I was kind of hoping because we did,” she said, reaching for my dick.
“Carol,” I said as I took her hand away. “I don’t think I’m what you need. The last I heard, you were still mad about the day three years ago. What would it do to your head if we had sex after why you were mad at me? Plus, you can get pregnant. I’ve enough little bastards around the world, by the woman’s choice, not mine. I don’t need any additional ones.”
“Oh, but you would do my sister, right?” she asked sadly.
“If I did or didn’t, you would never hear it from me,” I told her. “You can say we did it all night long for all I care. I won’t confirm or deny more than we shared a bed last night. I did that with a group of girls the night before. It happens to me a lot, and their parents trust that I’m not going to have sex with them if they are under sixteen, no matter what the girl said about it.”
“Can I at least try it? You owe me that much for stopping me from getting to feel that boy,” she said, begging.
Do you want to feel it? You asked for it.
Ten minutes later, she was screaming as her pee ran down over her raw pussy. I had angled my dick to pump her fertile womb with as much cum and dead swimmers as it could hold. It was going to be running out of her all day long. I made her pussy lips raw too, plus bent her into positions boys couldn’t have done when she was a young teenager. She was walking funny when I headed up to the dining area to see if Ellen was there. I found that she went on a hike with some kids. They left early and would likely be at the tweens place on the far side of the camp, where I found the last group in the storm three years ago as it started hailing.
The woman did say that Ellen took her med and went by the cabin to get one for later.
Someone got her a pill pocket bracelet to put it in.
I was down in the lake tossing little kids around when I looked up to see Ellen looking for me. When she found me, she was anxious?
“There is a big storm coming, maybe worse than the last time you were here. The birds are looking for shelter or flying from the area. Small animals are getting into their burrows or finding places between rocks or small caves, and I can feel it will be a strong one,” Ellen said.
I got my phone, pulled up the radar, and then got the “enhanced” storm predictions from the man-in-the-machine AI. They didn’t see a storm, but the high and low-pressure readings around us indicated an extremely unstable atmosphere. That was good enough for me. I had my implant wireframe everything around me to find where people were right now. A lot of groups were near the cave, where Ellen’s group had gone. She had run back here when she started noticing the animals behaving oddly.
“Go. Run hard and get everyone where you were earlier into the caves. If it is nothing, then they can just tease you, but I think something may be happening,” I told Ellen. “I will go let the camp people know that something is making the animals behave like a big storm is coming. If there is a thunderstorm close, I will sense that, ok. Be safe and get those kids safe, but if you can’t get them all, and it gets worse, get yourself to safety. I know where you were hanging out earlier.”
I headed into the office and told the man working there, “Ellen is very in tune with the animals, and she said they are acting like a nasty storm or something is coming. My radar app shows a lot of swings in barometric pressure around it. I’m hyper-sensitive to thunderstorms, but I don’t feel anything.”
“Well, that confirms what my knee and hip have been saying the last few hours. As you know, this is about that time of the year we get violent storms that pop up out of nowhere. I will keep the weather radio turned up and watch the various weather radar sites. Just for a precaution, I will announce that we might be in for some pop-up storms with little or no warning. They need to get out of the water and stay close to a shelter. Can you make a run to look for anyone out where they didn’t hear us? We had speakers wired to the tween kid area near the caves after the big storm when you were last here. They know to go to the caves if there is a warning of possible bad weather and to stay away from the trees,” he told me.
“Ellen is headed off toward where she went with the other tweens. I will go the campfire area, make a run through to the lover’s map locations, and then run the trails,” I explained.
Being able to wireframe in the buildings, trees, and whatnot made it much easier to find those off hanging out or getting to know each other better. I found a group of boys and girls that hit puberty sometime since they were here last year, most in the winter or spring. They were checking each other out. The boys had larger, fuzzy nuts but smaller around than my finger. The girls had small cone-shaped tits and a few long hairs on the sides of their mounds that you could only see when wet, which they were right now.
I made sure I sounded like a herd of cows with cowbells on, walking through the bubble wrap and soda cans.
“Kids, I don’t know if it is anything or not, but it seems like a nasty storm is going to pop up anytime now. Look, I have no problems with what I saw you doing when I walked up, ok. I only want to be sure that you are safe. If you can’t wait for an all-clear to get back to playing doctor with each other, then go to my cabin and do it there. You are less likely to get caught in a storm. Ellen is running toward the ghost story cave so that she won’t be coming back there for a while. Make sure to find someone in your family to tell them that you are going to Ellen’s cabin,” I told them. “If you don’t get moving, I will carry you, which means I will have to delay checking on other people.”
I was about halfway through getting people when I felt the imbalance in the energy around me. It wasn’t strong enough to cause a lightning strike yet, but something was building quickly. I stopped, reached out, and put a sort of ionization shield over and around them that would ensure lightning may go over them but would hit away from them. They would get popped by the energy spreading out, but it wouldn’t burn them or kill them.
If they are going to be out where they would have gotten hit directly, then getting an indirect jolt seems fair, especially for those like Carol that get pissed that I interrupted their fun.
As a storm started to form, I felt that it was going to be a bad one. The hills would keep the tornado trying to build in it from getting down into part of the camp where people were sheltering, but it would cut a swath through the wooded area. I could feel the path, which let me interface the data to the implant to help me see the track as I ran. My phone’s AI, which I didn’t know I had, generated a route for me to run to get to those in the direct path or who would get hit with debris. Some people were in areas that would get small shocks from lightning hitting near them and have the hell beaten out of them by the quarter to golf ball-sized hail but wouldn’t be seriously injured. The route I was running had me getting everyone into some rocks that made a sort of cave-like area, and I would be the one with the back of me exposed as the tornado goes right over the top of us. I would be holding onto tree roots just inside where we took shelter.
I can’t pull any energy from this tornado to lower the intensity. Ellen will have everyone inside the cave on that end of camp as the tornado passes about twenty feet from the entrance. Why do I know that they will be trapped there but not in danger of anything more than getting dirt into places it should not go?
Ellen had that area under control, so I took off at a sprint. I did come past some kid screwing like rabbits in one of the lovers’ hiding sports, but they were out of the debris, not hail path. The ionization shields would keep the lightning from hitting them directly if they happened to be near where it was likely to strike.
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