Church Camp, PT. 5

Moving gingerly, he extracted himself from her hold. She made unhappy, disgruntled noises, but didn’t wake. His hand trembled as he slowly unzipped the tent so no one else would look out of theirs and see what was going on. When he stepped outside, he took a deep breath of the cool night air and stalked toward the woods, away from the congregation of tents, trucks, and RV’s. He was relieved when no one called out to him.

There was just enough light for him not to trip or twist his ankle as he walked to clear his head. He tried to banish the erotic images by humming one of the worship songs they sang around the campfire not even an hour ago, but with every second passed, his mind went blank and was drowned out by the thought of Violet discovering his hard on. If she’d moved her knee just a little bit, she would have brushed against it. What would she have done? Ignore it? Freak out? He had no idea how much she actually knew about sex. But… What if she shocked the hell out of him and reached down and grabbed it? Explored and pleasured him?

He bit back a groan as he braced his hand on a tree and reached into his pants and pulled out his dick. He smoothed his precum down his cock and prayed he would hear the sound of footsteps if anyone approached before they saw what he was doing.

He bowed his head and let the forbidden floodgates open. Images of Violet doing things to him and him doing things to her made him shudder. God, this was wrong, but he couldn’t stop. She’s not really my sister, he reminded himself as he climaxed.

“Shit,” he hissed as he sprayed his cum over the trunk of the tree.

As the awful tension finally drained away, he rested his forehead on the arm he’d braced against the tree and hastily tucked himself in his pants as he caught his breath. Guilt dulled the pleasure coursing through him. If anyone knew what he’d done… He straightened and peered through the darkness. But no one did. And Violet was clueless. No harm done.

He started back to camp and was relieved not to run across anyone. He hesitated before he unzipped the tent. He waited for Violet to stir. When she didn’t, he crawled in beside her. Even though the damage was already done, he turned on his side, facing away from her.

He took a deep breath. The scent of his come mixed with her delicate scent. He should have washed his hands. He should have slept in the truck. He shouldn’t have come back here. He should… Before he could leave, she fit her body to his back, spooning him. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes. He’d already come. He should be okay for the rest of the night.

***** 

He woke on his back with Violet’s hair tickling his nose and her knee once again inches from his aching cock, which was hard enough to use as a hammer. Groggy and horny, he wasn’t as gentle with moving her off him as he’d been last night.

“Wus going on?” she moaned.

Her raspy tone only made his hard on worse. He tore out of the tent to discover the sun was just coming up. He wasn’t pleased to see a handful of adults, including Isaac, standing around the fire. Isaac straightened like he wanted to talk to him. Jesse slashed his hand through the air and turned in the opposite direction. He hoped Isaac thought he was going to take a leak. He was, but he also had to take care of his throbbing dick before he faced anyone.

Being half awake dulled the guilt of jacking off to Violet again. It didn’t take much for him to blow his load, not when he had the pleasure of moving her dead weight off him and her scent was on his clothes. Her skin was so soft. Why did it feel so different from his own? If he ever had the opportunity to put his mouth on her…

He tipped his head back and let out a moan that came out louder than he intended. The shock of it ruined what would have been one of the best orgasms he’d ever had. He had just enough time to piss and put himself away before someone called his name.

He came forward, hoping he didn’t look as guilty as he felt as he faced Isaac. “Morning.”

“Morning.” Isaac cocked his head to the side and gave him a considering look. “Are you okay?”

“Yup.”

“Mom said you weren’t yourself yesterday.”

“I’m fine.”

That reassurance was enough for Isaac, who turned back toward camp. “We could use your help loading some things in the truck.”

“Sure.” They reached the clearing when he said, “Violet’s in my tent.”

He watched Isaac out of the corner of his eye, curious if his stepfather had sensed anything awry with him. He’d seen straight through Malcolm yesterday. Would Isaac sense that he too had gone astray?

Isaac’s brows drew together. “I thought she was sharing a tent with Tina.”

“Tina was coughing so Violet bailed and came to me.”

Isaac nodded and clapped him on the shoulder. “Good. Let’s get to work.”

He blew out his breath before he fixed a smile on his face and greeted Pastor Sonny.

**This is a raw draft of the prequel for Corrupt Idol. Please do not share or distribute.

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