Vaulting over afallen tree she corrected her landing and slid down the embankment in toa clearing. The bipedal machine followed and fired again. The... womancart-wheel out of the way and opened her palm, the three energy boltsseared the front armour of the machine and she sped off smiling. Thelarge shoulder mounted gun swivelled and fired.The three had been planning the camping trip since the winter snow hadfirst appeared, sping dutifully followed dragging summer along behind it.They'd always. Once it stopped, Oscar got out and held the door for everyone else making an exaggerated bow. Debbie looked around and said, “It is good be to home.”“Will you be spending the night here or at my place?” Georgia asked.Looking at the two women, Oscar wiggled his eyebrows in the manner of Groucho Marx. Moving his fingers as if he were flicking the ashes off a cigar, he said, “I’d like to spend it with you.”“That was a horrible imitation of Groucho Marx,” Debbie said.“That wasn’t Groucho Marx. It. I didn't want him to even considerrunning away again. I knew that we had a strong relationship. We hadcemented that a few days ago at the dance. But there was still a fragilityto it that revolved around the new dynamic that becoming Megan had throwninto the mix. We were teenagers, and there was always some sexual anxietyinvolved when two members of the opposite sex were together. Normally I hadEmily there to offset that anxiety and to remind us of our friendship.But tonight we would be. "Brother your so strong and so wonderful. I have loosened the stays on my pantaloon. This night we shall do more than bundle; I have a need awakened inside me that I did not know existed."We removed her pantaloon and my long underpants and the fire of bottom parts was now free. I laid sister on her back and she raised her knees thrusting her groin upwards. I rested my weight on my forearms and a small hand took my penis and guided it to a valley of love. The head entered her wet, warm grotto.