241 Chapter 241: Don’t Press Me (1/2)

Dinah lay sideways in the tent and faced Stephen. ”Why did you go so mental out there?” she wondered. ”You aren't jealous of Ethan, are you?”

Stephen sighed and closed his eyes. He had dragged Dinah into the tent, though, so she could not let him off the hook that easily. ”Or is it, Kylie that you are jealous of?” she laughed. ”Are you a faggot? Are you in love with Ethan?”

Stephen opened his eyes quickly. He scowled and said, ”Are you sick or something?”

”I am sick,” she replied. ”I suffer from vasoconstriction in my vulva. You must cure me!”

”Whatever that is…” Stephen sighed as he rolled over. ”Jill off if you must, but leave me alone.”

After kissing for a few more minutes, Kylie pulled down her shirt and brassiere and said, ”Look what we did: we scared them away!”

”Never mind them,” Ethan laughed. ”Let's go to the tent and finish what we started.”

”I'm not in the mood,” Kylie replied. ”The way that we do it, ”Dinah and Stephen will hear everything. We could go in and snuggle, though. I could even give you a slow handjob if you'd like. How about that?”

”That would be fine,” Ethan replied as he stood up and led Kylie to the tent.

When Kylie and Ethan had been setting up the tents, they'd rigged the two smaller sleeping bags into one larger sleeping bag. Kylie climbed in first, and then she invited Ethan in. Once they were comfortable, Kylie looked at him and said, ”William said that it had been you and Stephen, who has been looking after his whole family since his father died. Is that true?”

He nodded that it was true.

”What about your other brothers?” Kylie wondered. ”Can you tell me what they were like and what happened to them?”

Hearing her questions, he suddenly looked very sad, and she regretted asking him the questions. He rolled over and stared at the top of the tent. Kylie put her head on his chest and wrapped her arm around his waist. Ethan was silent. His lips pressed together until they were nothing but a thin line. Finally, he looked at her and said, ”I don't want to talk about this. Please don't press me.”

”I would never,” Kylie replied.

Ethan rolled back onto his side so that he could face her. Neither of them was in the mood for sex anymore, so they just watched each other and spoke a silent language of love that had nothing to do coitus, bondage, dominance, sadism, masochism, or cunnilingus – and before long, they were both asleep.

A wolf howled in the night, but of the four campers, Dinah was the only one who was awakened by the sound. She opened her eyes and stared at Stephen, who was sleeping beside her in his own sleeping bag. After making sure that he was breathing, she sat up and began to take off her clothes stealthily.

Doing all that she could to keep from disturbing Stephen, she slowly slipped into his sleeping bag with him and began to take off his clothes. Once he was naked, she spat on her hands and began to rub his manhood. As it stiffened, he moaned, but he didn't wake up. Dinah assumed that his body was misinterpreting the stimulation as a part of some sexy dream, which was fine by her – even if he was dreaming of Kylie or Ethan.

As Dinah increased the pressure on Stephen's manhood, he began to breathe heavily. Wanting more, she kissed him directly on the mouth and sucked on his lips. By now, she figured, if he woke up, his libido would take over, and he would want her.

Suddenly, and without warning, Dinah's theory was proved to be true or false. As soon as Stephen woke up, he threw his arms around her and rolled her over so that he was on top of her and completely controlled. She tried to struggle, but he grabbed her hands and held them above her head.

Stephen passed her left hand to his left hand so that he was holding both of her hands with his left hand. Now that he had his right hand free, he pinched her left nipple and twisted it cruelly. Dinah felt all of the air rush out of her body, and she gasped. ”You can't do that,” she hissed, ”What about Kylie…?”