"You've been a bitch ever since we got to this stupid summer camp!" You're just stuck up!" I told her."I am not!" You're wearing lipstick!" I pointed ...out. "You even brought perfume. What kind of girl needs perfume to go camping?" So what? I want to smell good. That doesn't make me stuck-up!" It does where I come from." Well maybe you should go back there!" Maybe you should go camping at the mall next time!" At least I'm a real girl," she snorted, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. I figured. I got up, threw on some clothes and went to have breakfast, praying Bubba wasn't up yet...of course he was.Bubba was naked, at the kitchen table, eating a bowl of cereal. He looked at me and asked with a smug smile, turning his chair towards me and opening his legs to showcase his limp cock, "Want some breakfast, faggot?"In just four words he clarified our relationship and I didn't fight it. In four words I accepted, now sober, last night was not just a drunken mistake. My mouth was watering. If you'd like to bring the girls -- your sisters -- out to Hawaii for the wedding, they could be my bridesmaids. You think they'd like that? I might have one friend, from back home, at the wedding; she would be one, too." Right in the middle of the school year," I said, "but, hell yes, I think they'd sit still for a trip to Hawaii in February. Thanks for asking, Kimmy!" And, Will. My Dad -- he's not going to be able to come. My Mom will come, and one or both, maybe, of my brothers, but... not. Layla imitated what I had said with an intriguing facial expression. That sight got some of the pre-cum out from my penis – wide open mouth lowered eyelids and stretched forehead forming lines.Me: No please don’t tempt me so soon. I can’t control myself. I better take my hand off my penis.Layla: Don’t worry. I can make your cock get hard in no time. Alright, let me take you to my bathroom, dear boy.Layla was quick on her feet and within a few seconds, she reached the bathroom. She too was.