I apologize profusely for delaying the last few releases of this story. I have a story to tell that will explain it all, but that takes a back seat to the words you all want to read.
This chapter takes a turn some may not like but I feel it helps highlight our protagonist's values. Please reread and remember. There is one more epic chapter coming after this that will complete my journey here. I know many of you will yearn for more, and I offer my condolences, but Alex's story will soon come to an end.
The girls busied themselves preparing dinner. Sonya and Brittany wrapped potatoes in foil while Lily peeled carrots and Sam chopped lettuce for a salad. Casey pulled a pile of thick steaks from a cooler and set to seasoning them one by one. All in all, Alex thought it a typical scene one might find in any campground; aside from the fact that his five beautiful companions had four articles of clothing on between them.
Sam opined that she'd go naked the entire weekend and was certainly off to a good start, having shed her bikini a couple hours ago in favor of showing off her lean coltish body. Alex admired her short wavy hair tucked behind her ears and how it accented her strong jaw and sharp dark eyes. Her chest was slight, but her two small dark nipples seemed to constantly stand at attention. Her best feature lay lower where two arching globes formed an irresistibly cute ass, split by a dark crease she loved to present for Alex's enjoyment. She caught him looking and winked, wiggling her hips and curling her lips into her signature smirk at his evident attention.
Alex was equally as scantily dressed, wearing an undersized white speedo that he'd long outgrown. It could do little to contain his full arousal, but he was now practiced in maintaining a size that was indecently capable of making his enthusiasm known while still keeping his goods undercover. He caught Brittany glancing at his package, attempting to be sneaky but too naive to know everyone could tell. The slender pale blonde matched Sam's narrow frame, although younger and shorter; the long-haired schoolgirl had little idea how attractive she truly was. Her sheltered upbringing left her awareness, especially in regards to all things sexual, sadly stunted. It wasn't until Alex coaxed her out her shell with the help of her redheaded friend that she began to become comfortable in her own skin.
Sonya's long straight hair was dyed dark crimson. Her face was strikingly pretty; she'd clearly gone to great lengths to highlight her most beautiful features. Manicured eyebrows sat above sharp green eyes and plump pursed lips. Her skin was tanned bronze and lightened around her spectacular breasts, triangular tan lines framing her dusky nipples. She loved to show off, especially for Alex, and shook her shoulders playfully as she caught his glance, sending her generous tits dancing across her slender torso. Where Brittany was bashful and modest, Sonya reveled in the attention her body received, almost to a fault. The two were fast friends, but could not be more different in both appearance and demeanor.
Alex's sisters comprised his final two playmates. Casey, the youngest sibling, had just graduated from high school. It was thanks to her that the six found themselves camped alongside a beautiful alpine lake high in the hills north of their hometown of Sanford. She was short, just over five feet, with long mousy-brown hair and two perfect handfuls arcing from her petite frame, each capped with dainty pink nipples that puffed out from her two soft cones. She was everything to Alex and could do no wrong in his eyes; he would move heaven and Earth to make her happy.
Lily, the eldest, stood tall and proud with perfect posture and the body of a goddess. Long platinum-blond hair flowed down her angular sculpted shoulders and bright blue eyes, a narrow button nose, and long pink lips sat above her striking jaw. Beneath her strong chin, two large gravity-defying breasts crowded her narrow trunk, each tipped in a thick elongated nipple and surrounded by near nonexistent areolas. Her flared hips and impossibly thin waist curved in ways that always commanded a second glance. However, as beautiful as she was on the outside, it wasn't until recently that she began to feel the same on the inside. It was at Alex's touch that her healing began, and still continued.
The day was drawing late but the temperature remained warm, bordering on hot, even though sunset was only an hour or two away. They were camped on a long sandy beach that lined a small lake of crystal-clear waters. Enormous pine, fir, and cedar trees lined the banks and off in the distance a range of snow-capped peaks split the skies. It was a remarkable backdrop for the arousing scene Alex beheld.
"Stop gawking and build us a fire," Sam said, tossing him a box of matches.
Alex laughed and did as commanded. He'd always known Sam to be a somewhat shy and nerdy friend of his elder sister but she'd recently come into the light as a foxy minx who held Alex's attention at every possible moment. They'd known each other long enough to have built a bond, but it wasn't until recently that their friendship had been elevated to new and unexpected territories.
Grabbing a hatchet propped near the metal fire pit, Alex set to work chopping kindling. He built a fire the way his late father had taught him, using only dried wood and gradually stacking larger and larger pieces in a conical shape, moving from toothpick sized pieces up to chunks broader than his forearm. Using a single match, he reached into the wooden teepee and ignited the fire, watching for several moments to ensure it caught. Within minutes a three-foot flame leaped from the fire ring and he stepped back in satisfaction, proud he hadn't lost the skill his dad had imparted on their first family camping trip more than ten years prior.
Alex looked up when motion caught his eye coming from the direction of the lake. A girl approached and he recognized her as one of the two young ladies camped around the side of the lake a few hundred yards away. Her gaze was downcast, she avoided looking at his topless companions, but had no qualms about sneaking a glance or two at his masculine form. She looked embarrassed, and Alex could understand why. Less than an hour ago that he strolled through their campsite wearing his skimpy white speedo with Sam and Lily in arm, naked as the day they were born.
"Hi," she said as she approached. "We're having some trouble; I was wondering if you could come over and help start a fire for us."
Alex immediately thought she was attractive, guessing her to be in her early twenties. Medium-height and medium-build, dressed in a tank top and shorts that showed plenty of curvaceous tanned skin. Her face was pretty, framed by sandy-blonde hair with short bangs that partially obscured her olive-colored eyes.
"Sure thing. I'm Alex," he said, walking to meet her.
"I'm Beth, nice to meet you Alex," she said, conspicuously licking her lips as she eyed him up and down, pausing over the glaring bulge between his thighs. She may have been embarrassed by the naked girls, but his body seemed to be having the opposite effect. "Let me grab a few things and I'll be right over."
"Thanks," Beth said, tearing her eyes from Alex's crotch and turning back to the campsite. Alex stood for several moments and watched her curvy hips flex, her compact denim shorts allowing a peek at the crease atop her thick thighs.
"What did she want?" Sonya asked as he returned to the fire ring and bent to pick up the hatchet and matches.
"Help starting a fire," Alex said.
"Looks to me like she wants help with something else, too," Sonya added with a smirk. Alex chuckled and Sonya continued, "I mean she couldn't keep her eyes off you. Just like little Britt."
"I know, she was pretty obvious. I guess I'll just see what happens," Alex said and shrugged.
"Go get 'em!" Sonya said encouragingly.
Alex shook his head in wonder. All of his companions seemed to enjoy encouraging his carnal actions. He didn't entirely understand it, but none of them had made assumptions or demands about his behavior. They all seemed content to continue their polyamorous relationship and thus far it hadn't caused an ounce of jealousy or regret. He wasn't sure the situation would hold, but he'd do everything in his power to keep his companions happy and satisfied. It was still very much a learning experience for him, luckily he had the help of another like him to guide his ways and keep him from allowing the situation to spiral out of control. A twinge of longing for his partner Carrie crept into his mind, but it was quickly put down as he turned and walked towards their neighboring campsite with an armload of wood in tow.
Alex rounded the beach and approached Beth; she was seated in a camp chair with another girl at her side who was shorter and smaller in stature but equally as pretty as her friend. The younger girl's face glowed bright red as he bent to drop the armload of firewood.
"Hi, I'm Alex," he said, watching her green eyes flit nervously across his near-naked body.
"Hi, um, I'm Hanna," the dirty-blonde girl responded shyly. Alex reached forward to shake her hand but she visibly shrunk, flinching away from his approach.
Alex backed up and gave her a questioning look. "Where's all your wood?" he asked, brushing it off.
Beth sighed. "My asshole boyfriend was supposed to bring it, along with a bunch of other stuff."
"I take it he's not coming?"
