Chapter 9

You get some sleep. Eventually.

There’s weirdly little awkwardness at the breakfast table. Everyone is there except for Linde, who is probably sleeping in or hungover.

Marit is beside you, happily buttering toast. She’s given you several looks, and you aren’t sure what to do with that, so you eat and wait for her to say something.

Lotte sullenly scrolls on her phone. She has to go to her college today to do paperwork. Like you, she’s a student as well as a FUTA player now.

Senna chats merrily in English about how nice the weather is supposed to be today. She’s fixating on that, and she seems to be targeting Famke.

Suze eats quietly, but it’s not a bad quiet. It’s peaceful. You wish that you, your mom, and Kayla got along as well as this crowd, but… well, they don’t get along. That tapping last night… ugh. You woke up with an erection that you couldn’t even take care of. That weird thing that Lotte was doing last night was so intense. You are irrationally angry that Senna interrupted it, even though it’s really a good thing: Lotte’s bed is tiny, and that activity would have resulted in a big wet patch.

You keep your eyes on your food and off Elenora and Famke. Everyone is being natural and cool, but you heard it all, and you’ve also seen enough to visualize everything. Your boner’s poking against the bottom of the table, but you can’t stop.

You’ve seen Elenora’s penis, and thanks to Famke’s irresponsible robe habits, you’ve seen her hairy pussy. You could tell from the noises last night that it was some heavy missionary, and that final sound from Elenora? That could only have been a nice finish inside.

You shake your head and focus. It’s great that these two have a healthy sex life like that after being together for so long, but… you don’t feel a need to listen to it. Hopefully they don’t do that every night, or this will be a long trip.

After breakfast, you head out back to get some air and think about math or something.

Lotte appears.

“Marit will ask you for a favor,” she says.

“What?” You’re still sleepy. You need another cup of coffee.

“It is OK to do as she asks. If you want,” Lotte says, touching your arm. She gives you a quick kiss on your cheek before disappearing back into the house. Before you can follow up on that, Famke comes out to join you.

You awkwardly look away. It’s a pretty day, so you pretend to admire the scenery.

“Riley,” she says brightly, all warm, positive energy. You can hear Elenora leaving for work, and the day starting in the house. How does Famke spend her days? You’re about to find out. “Do you want to walk with me?”

Going for a walk? Sounds harmless. She’s wearing a dress. No bra, of course, but at least she’s covered.

“OK,” you say.

You like strolling around this little Dutch town, except she doesn’t take you into town. She takes you the same way that Senna did on your bike ride, out into the hills.

“I know that Lotte can be difficult,” she says cautiously as you turn onto a gravel path that leads toward the woods. This is even better than walking in town; it’s super pretty and calm. Birds are singing, and the flowers are amazing.

There’s a fence and a gate up ahead, and a sign that you can’t read because it’s in Dutch. You could ask what it says, but you don’t want to look dumb.

Famke goes right through, and you follow her.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you reply politely. Lotte can be very difficult, but you can’t talk bad about your girlfriend.

“Good manners,” Famke says approvingly.

She takes you to a little wooden building. Inside is what looks like a locker room. You have a bad feeling about this.

Before you can open your mouth, Famke is shedding her dress.

But you aren’t confused. You get it. You should have guessed. Famke’s relaxed attitude around the house should have given it away. What’s the word for this? Naturalist? Nudist? One of those. And this must be a place that’s designated for that. So this is why they keep their huge family in that narrow house: because it’s conveniently close to this place. There probably isn’t a park like this in downtown Amsterdam.

Famke’s clothes are off. Now it’s not a glance through an open robe, it’s the whole deal. Her full breasts, soft belly, and puffy, hairy…

She looks surprised when she sees you standing there.

“Lotte did not tell you?” she says, looking worried.

What? Tell you that her aunt is into this? That this was where Famke would take you? No.

“It’s fine,” you say quickly.

There’s nothing wrong with this. It’s not comfortable, but it’s not nearly as inappropriate as the stuff Senna pulled, or Linde’s nighttime hobby. It’s embarrassing, but it’s another country. Nobody knows you. There are no cameras here. You feel like more of an exhibitionist with your uniform on back in Florida when you’re doing weird stuff for FUTA.

You quickly strip down, keeping your eyes off her and praying to stay soft.

“Is this going to be a problem?” you ask, pointing at your cock. You’re half-hard.

“No,” she says with a smile. “Of course not.”

Famke is cool. She doesn’t make it weird at all, and it doesn’t go both ways. You can’t look at her without being turned on, but she doesn’t seem to notice nudity much. Once you get back outside, you spot some other people in the woods, all naked. Famke ambles along contentedly, seeming even more positive now that she’s out of her clothes. She carries towels under her arm, and you walk beside her so you don’t have to look at her.

“Does Lotte enjoy the TV program?” Famke asks. Her English is not as good as Lotte’s.

You think about it. “I think so,” you say finally. Lotte does seem at her happiest when things are crazy. The activities and the games and stuff. “I think it takes her mind off things.”

Famke goes off the path, descending a small hill to a pond, where she puts down the towels. She lies down on her belly, and you awkwardly join her. It’s nice that lying face down hides your erection, but now anyone on that path or anyone around is going to see your bare butt. You can survive this. Bonding with Lotte’s mother figure is more important than your shyness. It does feel nice. The cool, humid air on your bare skin. The sunlight and the breeze.

“Good. I saw her smile in the games,” Famke is saying.

“Does she not smile much?” you ask.

As you lie here talking to her, you notice that you are not alone. Two young women are on towels on the far side of the pond. They both have pale bodies, and one is covered in freckles. They’re both untrimmed down there, giggling softly as they gently masturbate each other, exchanging playful kisses. Now that you’ve noticed them, you can’t look away.

“Does she not smile much?” you ask, shifting uncomfortably. It doesn’t help that it feels good when your cock rubs against the towel.

“No,” Famke says with a sigh. She’s not even looking at those girls. One of them curls her toes and gasps. The other leans over to suck her boob. You close your eyes and put your head on its side, but you can still hear the wet sounds and gasps. “Maybe it is wrong. Riley, my family when I was a child, was not open with these things.”

You open your eyes to look at her. She looks serious. Oh. She means like sex.

“It was very bad for me,” she says.

Well, yeah. Growing up with that kind of repression is awful. You kind of know about that from keeping your secret.

“I hope it does not make you uncomfortable,” she says. “The way that we are.”

Across the pond, one of the girls kicks her feet in the air, squirting sparkling streams into the grass as she cums.

“Nope,” you lie, your boner aching. “Not at all.”