Every summer, my sister and I work as Counselors at our family's youth camp. Camp Grace is one of the most respected Christian summer camps in the country. We offer teenagers a wholesome place where they can spend their summers and learn valuable life lessons.
Camp Grace was founded by my grandfather over sixty years ago. Everyone in my family attended Camp Grace at some point; it's where many of my family members met their spouses. These days, Camp Grace campers don't know what monogamy means.
When my sister and I went to camp, the "cool kids" were those who snuck down to the lake and smoked cigarettes and drank beer, maybe made out a little. Today, teens use our campsites to grow and smoke their own weed, film and watch their own porn, indulge in unprotected orgies, and online-bully the hell out of each other.
Admittedly, we knew about the drugs and bullying, but the sex and porn was a surprise. One summer, we had twenty-three girls turn up pregnant. After that, we began insisting that parents allow us to talk to their teens about abstinence and safe sex.
Honestly, the sex hasn't stopped; in fact, it's gotten worse. Not only have the campers been having sex all over the place; the staff started having sex all over the place. There are a few rumors that some staff members have had sex with campers. That was something, Alicia, my sister, and I could not allow.
We established a new set of rules, which were to be enforced by security we were planning to hire. No one took that announcement well; not even the staff. To teach us a lesson, a group of teens locked us in the storage cabin on the hottest day of the year. They barricaded the door and nailed the windows shut.
The severity of their torment didn't hit us until we realized how quiet it had gotten. That day, they all went on an overnight hike, so we were left alone in an increasingly hot cabin. As the sun reached the highest point, temperatures soared into the triple digits.
To discourage any technological obsessions, camp staff was required to forgo our cell phones for most of the day. That meant we didn't have our phones on us when we got locked in; so we couldn't call for help, no matter how hot it got inside the cabin.
As noon passed, it got hotter. Pretty soon our camp uniforms were stained with sweat. Every inch of our body was drenched; even our hair was soaked. Luckily, there were several packs of bottled water stored in the cabin with us. We drank as much water as we could before it got too hot to drink.
Eventually, it got so hot; we started pouring water on ourselves. As the heat increased, Alicia came up with the idea to strip down to her underwear. I followed suit, and we thought we found a permanent solution to the heat crisis.
After a few hours, the heat of the day started to cook us once again. We went through two twenty-four packs of water in less than an hour.
"Pretty soon, we're going to end up naked," she commented.
"Oh, I bet that'll feel amazing."
"That probably would feel great. You know what..." She grabbed poured a bottle of water down the front of her panties. "Ah! That does feel amazing."
Pouring water down the front of her panties seemed to revitalize her, so I wanted to try. I pulled my boxers off and doused myself with two bottles of water. The water re-soaked my drying hair and ran down my body. I sighed in relief as the water chilled my hot crotch and trickled down my legs.
She stared exultingly at my naked, dripping body, inspired to cool off the same way. As she pulled her bra and panties off, she yawned and stretched, innocently exposing her sexual grace. I suddenly found myself fanatically staring at her as she poured water over her tight, slender figure.
I don't know if it was the heat or something else, but I couldn't stop staring at my twin sister's soaking wet caramel-colored body. She looked over at me with her big hazel-green eyes and smirked.
"What are you looking at?"
"I don't know. I just can't stop staring at you."
She shrugged her shoulders and continued pouring water over herself. It splashed down her shoulders, and twinkling rivers streamed down her chest, over her perky, round B cups. Her tiny, curvaceous waist flexed as she leaned back and poured water down her belly.
The water flowed over her tight stomach, splashing off her protruding belly button. My eyes followed the streams down to her wide hips and toned, yet, thick thighs. She poured more water down the front of her body, leading my eyes to her thick, cross-shaped black bush.
Streams of sparkling water glistened down her long legs as she drenched her sacred rose. She opened her legs and splashed water against her perfect petals. Her body tensed as she soaked the folds of her flower.
"Victor!" she screamed.
I snapped out of my trance and jumped. "What?"
She gasped and pointed. I looked down and saw my cock throbbing. Ashamed, I turned away and covered myself, but I couldn't stop thinking about Alicia's sexy, glistening body.
"What is wrong with you?"
"I honestly don't know." I leaned my head against the shelves, embarrassed. "I didn't realize that was happening. I'm sorry."
"Wow! That was..." I heard her moving around behind me. "I don't even know what to say right now. What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking; I was just kind of staring at you."
"You were staring at me? Staring at me made that happen?"
"I guess. I don't know. I'm just..." I closed my eyes and tried to purge those thoughts, but the imagines of her hot, naked, and wet body flooded my mind. "Just give me a minute."
"I mean, I'm not trying to be mean." I guess she could hear the shame in my voice. "Just talk it out with me, you know? You're my little twin brother; you can talk to me about anything. You could at least turn around and look at me."
"I'm pretty sure looking at you is what caused this in the first place."
She walked over and spun me around. "Just look at me. There's nothing to be ashamed of; I've seen 'over-enthused' guys before. I deal with it all the time with these teenagers."
"I'm not a teenager," I barked, finally able to look her in the eye.
"No, you are not," she remarked, looking down at my still throbbing manhood. "Maybe you're just hot and confused. It's scorching in here; your brain is struggling to process what's going on, and some wires got crossed. I'm telling you there's nothing to be ashamed of, bro."
As she tried to comfort me, I noticed her eyes staring at my crotch. My hands were still blocking most of my hardness, but her eyes wanted to see more. Again, something came over me, and I moved my hands and throbbed it for her.
To my surprise, she quickly reached out and grabbed my shaft. Using her thumb, she played with my uncut tip, pondering the idea of exposing my bulbous head. She had a hungry look in her eyes, one I'd seen before on some of my ex-girlfriends.
"Maybe you just need to pour some water on yourself," she suggested.
