Sisterhood of Sin -- 23 -- Bush Bound - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 23 -- Bush Bound

... happily inform them both that they have satisfied us and that we will find a home for them in the sisterhood. The mood in the camp at dinnertime is much improved. The wonderful combination of fried walleye and Canadian ale is a blast from the past for me. During dinner, I begin to think about how strange it is going to be to have sex with a woman who looks like me. I'm not really my type, I'm not slender, tall, athletic, or anything like Dream Girl. And if Kyra is any indication, I'm not Lini's type either. I've been outside my type before, but not with any woman who looks so much like what I see in the mirror every day. I think of a sure fire way to get me warmed up if I have any trouble with that. It occurs to me that Marta and Margaret might hear what's going on and get the wrong idea, so I warn her that she might hear sounds of violence and pain from my cabin later, but not to worry about it. She quickly gets a knowing look in her eye. "Somebody's been a naughty girl, eh." I smile. "Or somebody's going to be." "That will be good for you, after last night." For some reason I'm glad she's made that connection. A little mock violence and a little ass-burn from an open hand are acceptable. Fantasies of hurting Karl and enjoying his screams aren't, even if Dream Girl approves. I'm very happy when I discover that a campfire is planned for shortly after dinner. Waiting for dark would put it way past the children's bedtime. We listen and clap when Kami and Wilhelmina sing ...

... Twinkle Twinkle Little Star long before the first star comes out. The children and their mothers are soon showing signs of sleepiness as the strangeness and stress of the journey catch up to them. They hit the sack by eight PM. Lini and I converse with the staff and our ninjas until nine and then make our excuses. Marta gives me a knowing smile. The level of awkwardness is high when we close the door and Lini offers to pour us drinks. "You have to try the black sheep of Canadian whiskeys. It is one of the things that Kyra sent in my gift. It is Canadian, but the 100 proof version is only available in the US." "One of the things?" "Some business mixed with pleasure. Need to know, Cath." She pours me my first and hopefully last taste of Yukon Jack. I take a tiny sip and roll it around my tongue. It is the sweetest whiskey I have ever tasted, but the honey in it doesn't help. "Gah! This stuff is horrible!" I hand the glass back to her. "But if that's all we have, I'll have some more." She laughs, pours herself a sip and drinks it. We have drunk from the same vessel now, a shared communion sacrament. "I have a bottle of Talisker for you, compliments of Claire." "Oh, thank God. That other stuff is for desperate times only." "Kyra doesn't like it either. But she takes very good care of me. She even sent you to me after I threw a big enough tantrum." She pours herself more and takes a big sip. "Perhaps it will taste better on my lips. I usually only drink it on very cold nights. But this ...