The Island, Chapter 18 - Sex Stories

The Island, Chapter 18

... were covered in multicolored nail polish. The girls were all giggling, and the poor boy looked somewhat harried. “They made me do it,” he said desperately, as I struggled to control my laughter. Despite the odd appearance, his foot was doing fine, and it looked like the tibia was healing with fairly good alignment. He assured me he was having no pain, and I left him to the tender mercies of the girls. I headed for the jungle, my earlier water guzzling now paying me back with a very full bladder. I intended to take a piss, but was nearly knocked over when someone jumped on my back. “Giddy-up horsie!” crowed Alyssa, kicking me in the flanks with imaginary spurs. This was always one of her favorite games at our school. I made whinnying noises and ran down the trail, holding on to her muscular thighs. I couldn’t help noticing the firm little cones of her developing breasts pressing against my back as she jostled up and down. I reached the pond and threatened to buck her off into the water. She shrieked, laughing, and clung to me like a limpet. I finally gave up, and placing my hands on my knees, took a moment to catch my breath while she climbed down. She hung on my arm, clutching it to her chest and giggling. “You are getting awfully big for that,” I said. “It used to be so easy to carry you. Now you’re growing up. You’ve gotten so tall.” “I’m 5’4” now, “ she said proudly. I’m almost as tall as my mom.” We walked along the rim of the pond arm in arm. “How tall is your dad?” I ...

... asked. “He’s 6 feet,” she answered. “How tall do you think I’ll get?” “Usually it’s an average between the two parents, so I would guess 5’8” or 5’9”.” “I can’t wait,” she said wistfully. “I’m tired of being a kid. I’m ready to grow up.” “You’re not a kid any more, you’re 13. You’re a young woman now. But don’t be in a hurry to grow up. It’ll come soon enough. Enjoy the age you’re at, you only get to be that old once.” “I guess,” she said doubtfully. “You think I’m grown up, huh?” She looked at me sidelong. “I think you are turning into a beautiful young lady,” I said with a smile. She liked this, and leaned her head on my shoulder. We reached the end of the pool, where the rocks led to the top of the waterfall. “What’s up there?” she asked. “Well, if you climb the rocks, you get to the top of the waterfall. If you go up the other way, around the path, you get past the rocks to a flat section. It’s a good place to lie in the sun, because the trees aren’t that thick.” “Let’s go up,” she said, tugging on my arm. I showed her the game trail that skirted the rock wall, and we emerged up the hill by the tumbled boulders near the top of the falls. She followed me around the rock pile to the flat area where I had spent a delightful hour with the twins. “This is kickin’!” she said, spinning around with her arms outstretched. “Do you come up here a lot?” “No, I’ve just been up once or twice for some quiet time. The water’s not that deep, so it’s not great for swimming.” We waded into ...