You had to be 16 to come back as a helper. I guess the owners thought that there should be at least a year's age gap between helpers and campers, so t...here were no 15 year olds. Except for the owner's son.He was there the summer I arrived, having turned 15 the previous winter, and was employed as a groundskeeper. He lasted until early August my first summer, when he was found out on the little hillock with a very cute 14-year old blond with her pants down. His, too. She had (from what the camp. It had always just been her and Papa, but this seem better, she secretly wished that they could stay.“Something smells darned good in here, is dinner ready yet?” Sloan asked.“Sure is, come on in.”After dinner Annie went to take a shower and Sloan brought down his bag and was getting ready to go when the phone rang so he answered it.“Hello.”Click.He hung up the phone.“I was going to tell you this earlier but forgot with everything else going on.”“Tell us what?” Spencer asked.“Well the phone rang. ”“Better than that! You let my dad fuck you up your arse,” Tessa said, grinning.“Better!”We shook our heads but couldn’t guess what she had done.“Oh come on, just tell us,” I said, losing patience with her.“I’ve tasted pussy, and I love it,” she blurted out.“Whose?” I replied.“Whose?” said Tessa.Jennie caught the same question in stereo.“Mum.”Our mouths opened and didn’t close for about a minute. We looked at Jennie in disbelief and then at each other.“She finally caught us,” she said, giggling. When she saw Trish, all covered in sweat, wearing her top lazily and naked waist below, Nikki started weeping, hitting me in the chest and shoulders. I tried to calm her down; by making her sit on the edge of the same table, I was fucking Trish a while ago. I held her face in my hands, wiping her tears and kissed her forehead. God knows what happened, but I was kissing Nikki passionately on her lips in a few moments, and we both had our eyes closed. The kisses descended down her neck, as I.