We were done setting up our camp for the night. A series of rustling noises interrupted our awkward conversation. Isaac stood up immediately and grabbed hold of his gun. "Stay here," he whispered and he disappeared among the dark trail of trees. I sat and waited for a good thirty minutes. There had been no more noises for the past fifteen minutes but Isaac still hadn't made his way back. I decided to go look for him. I grabbed my torchlight and set off. I walked for a long while 'til I came to a clearing in the middle of the woods. This forest was huge. I tried to get my bearings right. Every which way looked exactly the same as the others. I knew we shouldn't have come this far. Now I couldn't find Isaac.

I made a birdcall; our secret code for communication we had made up for camping trips like these since we were young, in hopes that Isaac would call back. I waited. But he didn't. The sounds of splashing and high-pitched shrieks seemed to come from somewhere north west and I walked cautiously towards it, trying as hard as I could to move as stealthily as possible, my hand gripping my torchlight, ready to swing it hard at anything that lunged in attack. Dad had said that mountain lions have been spotted here years ago when he was a young man.

I moved closer to the watering-hole and stood behind a thick foliage of forest berry bushes and peered between the safety of its leaves, curious to see what was going on. A group of beautifully tanned girls were splashing about playfully in the water-hole, nude, and they were decked out in their tribal head dresses. They looked to be about my age. I moved closer, and a strange little heat starting up in my loins. All of a sudden, a hand covered my mouth from behind. I struggled and in the process, my feet scuffed the ground a little. The girls stopped playing and their heads swung to look in my direction.

"Shawn! It's me," Isaac whispered fiercely in my ear as he pulled me down roughly to lay low against the ground with him. "Now, keep very quiet, lay still. We don't know who these girls are or even if they came with anyone else. They could be hunting for food nearby. We don't know if they would harm us. And we definitely don't want to get caught."

We lay there in silence against the damp and musty soil for a good and safe half hour. The girls had resumed playing in the moonlight and from where we were laying, it was the most beautiful sight.

We watched them as they jumped around in the cool water. I was pretty sure that what I had bumped against as Isaac pulled me down wasn't a bunch of pocket knives. He was definitely aroused and had probably been watching them for a pretty long time. It was no wonder he never came back to our camping grounds. They all had beautifully developed bodies and the most luscious skin. Even I couldn't bear to tear my eyes off them for a second and I was only sixteen. My boner was hurting from the way we were laying and I stuffed my hands into my track pants trying to get it to a more comfortable position, hoping that Isaac wouldn't notice, but he saw and started to get unzipped.

"Isaac! What the fuck are you doing?" I asked him glaring at his hands sliding his zipper down.

"It is like a peepshow and we don't even have to pay a cent! Come on, dude, stop being such a wuss!"

Having said that, Isaac rolled his eyes and continued watching the girls, his hand moving over the fabric of his grimy boxers, stimulating himself.

I looked away, largely unsure of our circumstantial advantages, but more of a thing with privacy. Isaac was very well hung and even though we are cousins and there had been countless of occasions where we had seen each other naked while we were young sharing a bathtub, I found it a little too invasive. I could see from the corner of my eye that he was enjoying himself thoroughly, his hand rubbing faster and faster across the top surface of his junk.

I clenched my jaw and shifted my position, feeling the strength emanating from Isaac's hands flow through me, making me as hard as I had ever been. Prickles of pleasure wrecked my body and I gave in to it, to them. I closed off Isaac's existence and focused instead on the girls, watching their curvaceous bodies jiggle and bounce around as they pranced about in the watering hole as free as forest sprites. One of them was screaming at the cold and as a gust of night wind flew vehemently through the clearing, the girls shrieked and laughed. The creamy skin over their pert and full breasts shriveled with the sudden chill. Their nipples hardened with the cold even more now. I imagined myself playing amongst them, the only boy in a frolicking group of girls. I closed my eyes and imagined the things I would do, if only.

I could hear Isaac grunting. I don't know why but it spurred from deep within me a strange kind of craving. I started breathing through shallow and quick breaths, jerking my hips up and down imitating the motions of fucking a girl while she was riding me without touching myself. More shrieks and screams followed as they played. Using this as a stimulant, I threw myself fully into the scenario in my mind and before long, I felt the semen launching hard and fast against my dampened briefs. I pointed my toes pulling out the last few violent dredges of the orgasm. It went on for longer than usual, but it felt so fucking good that I almost blacked out right there. The sounds of Isaac approaching his own orgasm not two feet away had added on to the soundscape. It was utter bliss.

Before long, Isaac scrambled up into a kneeling position and as he knelt down, he took his junk out and positioned it at the base of the bunch of bushes we had been hiding behind. I watched on as he milked himself, his shaft disappearing and re-appearing through a break in both his fists. He was getting real close now, the skin over the crown of his cock close to a violent deep purple. He pumped and squeezed all the way down his shaft with both fists and rained streams of his milk over at the bushes, his hips bucking and bucking into his palms.