Brian and Brittney

"Why don't you walk with me back to my campsite?" Brittney asked.

Brian nodded and she picked her stuff up, heading the opposite direction that Gillian and Erik had gone. Brian looked at her confused.

"But... they..."

"Trust me, our camp is this way," she said with a smile. They'll meet us there after she's had her fun.

Makayla found herself just walking aimlessly. She happened to stumble on one of the many ponds that dotted the park. She walked to the end of the dock, looking at the peaceful water.

Brian and Brittney settled into a couple of chairs near the fire ring Brittney had gotten going. Brian was impressed with her handy work.

"So how are things with the girlfriend... honestly?" Brittney asked.

Brian was taken aback by the question. It was almost like she knew the answer before she asked.

"Honestly? A little rough," he replied. Not usually wiling to open up to a stranger, he felt a strange familiarity with this woman.

He watched as she puffed out her chest and couldn't help but sneak a peak at her cleavage. Without warning she turned and placed her hand directly on his crotch, and began groping his cock through his trunks.

"You like that?" she asked.

"I.. we... you... can't..."

He moaned. It felt good and she was hot.

"You turned on by the idea of me jerking you off, while my engagement ring runs up and down your cock.

"Noooo, oh fuck," Brian moaned as she continued to manipulate his cock. But then his upper brain took over and he jumped out of the chair, facing her. "What the hell?"

Her fit of laughter confused him, as had many things bout her.

"How could you do that to your fiance?" he asked.

"I'm not actually engaged," she laughed. "The ring is just to keep away unwanted attention from guys. Do you really not recognize me? You passed the test, by the way. I guess it should be flattering you don't recognize me. You've probably only seen pics of me when I was heavier."

Suddenly it all clicked in Brian's head.

"Bianca's sister," he said, feeling like an idiot.

"Sixty pounds lighter and sober for 16 months," she proudly proclaimed.

"You do look good, real good," he replied.

"Thank you," she answered almost blushing. "She likes you, pretty sure you are the one for her."

"She told you that?"

"Nope, never even hinted at it. But I could tell just from the way she talked about you. She's in a bad place right now."

"I know," he replied, shaking his head.

"I don't know how much you can do for her right now, but when she gets to the end of the tunnel, she'll need you to pull her back into the light. Promise me you'll be that for her."

"I promise," he said sitting back down in the chair next to her. "But why the test?"

"I had to make sure you were worthy of her... and I was curious what you were packing," she laughed. "I think you'll make her happy in both regards," she said sticking her tongue out