My Summer in Maine
Keywords: My, in, Summer, Maine,
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It was the second half of August, just two weeks before I was to start college, and I was very bored and very horny. Like every August I could remember, I was with my parents at our camp in Maine. Each year, we would pack up the car at the start of August, and drive for a full day, on ever smaller roads, through ever smaller towns, until, an hour from the last town worthy of that name, we turned off the highway on a rutted track through pine woods. Half an hour later, the woods opened up and the track came to an end next to a house beside a lake.
As a kid, I used to love arriving at the camp, seeing the mountains surrounding the lake, hearing the birds, and smelling the pine. This year, however, for the first time, arriving here gave me no pleasure. The prospect of a month with my parents and the succession of aunts, uncles and cousins that invariably came to stay filled me instead with a deep gloom. The summer had been wonderful. I had met Sara at the beginning of the summer, and we had spent all our time together. I begged my parents to let me stay in the city, but they wouldn't hear of me being home by myself. So I said a sad goodbye to Sara for the month, got in the car and sulked all the way to Maine.
The first two weeks did nothing to lift my spirits. I swam in the lake, worked on my tan, and hiked in the hills. But there was no phone line and my cell-phone was useless here, so I couldn't talk to Sara or e-mail her. I drove with my mother to the town one morning to buy groceries and called Sara from a payphone, but only reached her answer machine. But I did find a computer store that allowed me to check my e-mail, and I found a message from Sara describing in wonderful detail how she was thinking about me and masturbating.
The entire drive back to the camp my cock was hard as I thought about Sara's fingers playing with her pussy. As soon as we arrived back, I made an excuse about having to cool off with a swim in the lake. I hurried to a clearing beside the lake about a quarter mile from the house, and stripped off my t-shirt and shorts, and lay back on the grass naked. I imagined Sara masturbating for me, her long legs spread wide so I could see her fingers touch her wet pussy. I rubbed my cock with long, slow strokes, as I imagined her fingers slipping into her pussy and Sara fucking herself as I watched. I remembered the sounds she would make as her orgasm built, and my hand gripped my cock tighter and my movements got quicker and quicker. I knew I could cum any time, but I wanted to delay it, to savor the picture of Sara. But it was no good -- my excitement overcame me and my cum shot out hard over my chest.
I lay on the grass with my eyes closed, my hand on my cock, not wanting to let go off the image of Sara playing with her pussy. The image slowly faded, and I got up and walked into the water, feeling the thrill of the cold against my still-swollen cock.
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The days passed very slowly. I determined to at least make use of the time to work on my fitness, so I devised a circuit on the trails above the lake. I ran the circuit in the early morning, when it was cool. The circuit finished at my clearing by the lake, where I would strip off my running shorts and swim out to the diving platform and back. Then I would stretch out on the grass and think of Sara and play with my cock again.
At the end of the second week, my mother told me that her sister and husband would be visiting. They were a pleasant enough couple, but the news didn't inspire any joy in me. They arrived a couple of days later, and brought with them a surprise -- my cousin Anna. I hadn't seen Anna for a couple of years, but those years had done amazing things for her. She was tall and slim, with blond hair to her shoulders, and a sweet smile. She was three years older than me, and had just become engaged. I remembered hearing the news and thinking that she was too young to get married, but now I saw her I understood that her boyfriend would have wanted to close the deal as soon as he could.
My parents fussed over the new arrivals with questions about the fiancé, the wedding date, the ring, perhaps as relieved as I was to have some company. My aunt said that the fiancé himself -- Ricky -- was going to arrive the next week. My aunt hoped that we didn't mind. Of course not, my parents assured her, but I did mind. I had already played out in my head the course of the rest of the month, and the screenplay involved a lot of scenes with me and my cousin naked together in my clearing by the lake.
The next morning, when I returned to the house after my morning run wearing just my running shorts, Anna was at the breakfast table wearing a pair of shorts and a white bikini top. She smiled at me. "So you've already been swimming?" she asked, seeing my wet hair.
"Yes," I said, "But if you want to take a swim, I'll join you."
We walked down to the lake. At the beach, she undid her shorts and slipped them off to reveal her white bikini panties. She walked into the water and started swimming toward the diving platform. I followed her. I arrived there first, and climbed onto the platform. I took her hand and pulled her onto the platform. She reached up and swept her wet hair from her face, and I took in her small breasts and slim waist, and her legs, their length emphasized by the high cut of her white panties.
We reclined on the lounge chairs on the platform, side by side, feeling the sun warm our bodies.
"This feels so good," she said. "I haven't been in the sun the whole summer. My body's so white"
I took her comment as an invitation to look at her body.
"You look pretty good to me," I said, then immediately regretted it.
She looked at me and smiled. "Thanks," she said. We lay side-by-side on the platform, enjoying the early morning sun, talking of this and that.
"I'd forgotten how wonderful it is here," Anna said. "It's been years since I visited."
"Five years," I said. "I was thirteen and you were sixteen."
We lay side by side talking. After a while, Anna stood up. "Race you back to the beach," she said, and dived into the water. I followed her, letting her win so I could watch her pretty ass in those white panties as she walked out of the water ahead of me.
I didn't see much of her the rest of the day. At dinner, sitting around the table with our parents, the conversation turned to when Anna and her family had been here last. My mother said to me, "Do you remember that I asked you to be nice to Anna and to show her around, but instead you hid in the woods and only came out at meal times."
I felt myself blush at the memory. Anna laughed, seeing my embarrassment. "But he was just a baby," she said, smiling at me. "He was probably ashamed to be told to play with a girl."
The conversation moved on. Later that evening, Anna and I were sitting alone on the porch looking up at the stars, which were always so bright here. "I remember that you didn't want to spend time with me last time I was here," she said. "I didn't much care, but I got curious about where you were hiding, so one day I followed you to the clearing by the lake."
I sat up abruptly. For years I had gone to that clearing with just one thing in mind. "Oh no," I said, "tell me that all I did was lay there and work on my tan!"
Anna laughed again. "Yes," she said, "that's all that happened. It was very boring, so I soon left."
The way she said it made me not believe her. "Tell me the truth," I said.
"That is the truth. Why, what are you worried I might have seen?"
"Nothing," I said.
She smiled at me. "Tell me."'
"There's nothing to tell."
She stood up. "Good night cousin -- see you in the morning," she said, and went back in the house.
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I was back on the diving platform next morning, my eyes closed. My cock was pressing hard against my shorts as I thought again about Sara's e-mail describing how she was playing with her pussy. I heard a splash nearby, then Anna's voice calling to me to pull her up. I stood up, and grasped her hand, and pulled her onto the deck.
She stood in front of me, sweeping the water from her hair. Had she seen I was erect? "I didn't mean to disturb anything," she said.
"You weren't," I said. "I was half-asleep."
We lay on the recliners. Anna propped herself on her elbow so she could see my profile. I was conscious that from her angle, my erection was particularly apparent.
"So what were you dreaming about? Something nice, I bet."
"My girlfriend, if you must know."
"So my little cousin who wouldn't play with me has a girlfriend? Tell me all about her."
I described Sara to her. "She sounds pretty," Anna said. "She is," I replied.
"When did you see her last?"
"Over three weeks ago. Before I was imprisoned here for the month."
"So that's why you're so horny," she said, looking at the bulge my cock was making in my shorts. "I thought it was because I had arrived!" she said, smiling her pretty smile.
I stood up and dived into the lake. I swam around the platform, hoping the chill of the water would get rid of my erection. Anna sat on the edge of the platform, her feet in the water, watching me. "Is it working?" she asked. "No, not really," I said.
"Well, you can't go back to the house like that -- you'll frighten our parents! So you might as well get back up here."
"There's a third option," I said.
"What's that?" Anna asked.
I didn't reply, but started swimming away from the platform. Behind me Anna exclaimed, "Oh! I know where you're going!", and I heard her dive into the water. We arrived at the clearing at the same time, and walked out of the water to the grass. We sat facing each other.
"Don't let me stop you," Anna said, "I want to watch." I hesitated. "Go on, do it!" she said. I pulled down my shorts, exposing my hard cock. "Take them off," she said. I did. I sat there before her naked, still hesitating to touch myself in front of her. "Just do it," she said, so my hand went to my cock and I started slowly stroking myself.
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