Six venture out

A bright, Spring sun shimmered through the canopy of tall Red Pines while far below six teens traversed what could only be loosely considered a path. In essence it was well walked trail through the forest distinguished from the treeline by simply being a lighter brown; dirt dug up by the many boots that had followed this same path up through the park reserve.

As they walked, adding their footprints to the multitude that had come before, creatures came out to witness their new visitors. Rabbits and hares would pop their heads up as the six approached, disappearing or skipping across the trail as they drew closer. If one was watchful, as Heather Ravers was, they might even catch a glimpse of a fox or a bobcat, eyes glimmering through the dark, thicker parts of forest.

The raven haired beauty whose family owned the cabin they were staying at for Spring Break lead the pack, though the trail wasn't that difficult to navigate. It was relatively straight forward, aside from the occasional off shoot that led nowhere, or perhaps it only seemed easy to someone who had hiked this path many times and knew it off by heart. As she allowed herself to be taken in by the wall of trees around her, the chirping of birds and sweet breeze of Spring rustling the leaves, she felt herself awash with a feeling of nostalgia.

She remembered walking with her father along this path for the first time. It had been many years ago that he'd taken her by the hand and walked with her up the trail. She was sure that her mother must have been there, somewhere, but in her memory, she was absent. She remembered being mesmerised by the sounds and colours of nature, the light of the sun dancing through the trees. And when she grew tired, her father lifted her on to his broad shoulders with his strong arms and carried her. Up there, with her father holding her, she would stretch her hand skywards and feel like the tips of those tall Red Pines were really within reach.

Heather bent her head back and closed her eyes, soaking in the sun and the breeze, the rich scent of sap and pollen filling her nostrils. Reaching up, she pulled down on the half-zip of her polyester long sleeved shirt, her perky, ballooned tits causing the top halves to separate from her neck all the way down to her diaphragm. Exhaling, Heather enjoyed the mixed sensations of the sun's warmth and the cool wind on her newly exposed cleavage. She felt her body heat up as her nipples grew hard against the polyester fabric. A smile formed on her face, silently thankful she'd chosen to forgo a bra this morning.

Sighing contentedly, Heather reopened her eyes to find that her pace had slowed, and she was now walking in step with Victoria. Or Victoria had picked up the pace to catch up. Heather wasn't sure how it'd happened, but she was now walking side to side with the blonde. One look at her distant eyes and pursed lips told Heather that Victoria was lost in her own thoughts as well.

"What's up Walker?" Heather asked. "We haven't talked much this trip. You enjoying yourself?"

"Huh, oh, oh yeah, it's a blast," Victoria said, brightening up at Heather's prompting. "A lot has happened these past few days. It's given me a lot to think about."

"I'll bet. Losing your virginity is a big deal. And then for him to cheat on you," Heather recounted, glancing back at Gavin. "I know that would drive most people nuts."

"Most people?" Victoria repeated. "But not you?"

"Well, I've got a fairly easy-going attitude towards sex." Heather shrugged. "I don't consider myself a slut by any stretch but I dunno, I just think sex should be fun. There are too many cultural and societal restrains upon it and all it does it tie people up and make them feel bad about something that feels good."

"I don't really disagree, I suppose. I just feel like it will be the most fun if I'm with someone that really cares for me. It's like gourmet food tastes great but nothing hits the spot like a home cooked meal," Victoria replied. "So, you've probably been with a lot of boys then?"

"Some, not a lot," Heather admitted. "And they were men. I don't do boys."

"And were any of them...like…people you shouldn't have liked?" Victoria asked, trying to guide the conversation to what was on her mind without being too obvious.

"I shouldn't like?" Heather mulled it over, as Kurt instantly flashed into her mind. "I guess so, but it's always been fully consensual and adult, so what's the harm, right?"

"No, I mean, someone you wanted but couldn't have," Victoria tried to clarify. "Not just shouldn't but couldn't. Like someone completely off limits."

"Completely off limits?" Heather said, puzzled. What was even more baffling were the images of her father that came to mind, naked in the hallway, dripping wet from the shower, the word 'daddy' ringing in her head. But she wasn't attracted to her father. That was just a game she'd played with Kurt...

Victoria shook her head at Heather's silence, afraid that the dark haired teen would figure out that she was talking about Zack. It was one thing for her to know about this crush on her best friend's boyfriend and his lovely big cock. She did not need other people figuring it out.

"Forget it," Victoria said. "I was just curious what kind of men you've been with because you're a lot more experienced than I am."

"Ah, ok," Heather accepted, though she still found the tone of the conversation a little strange. "In my experience though, when it comes to love and sex, there's very little that's completely off limits."

Victoria murmured as the words soaked in, allowing Heather to turn her face back to the sun high above. She willed it to calm her troubled mind, troubled because of the incestuous images plaguing her imagination, causing her body to grow hotter and her nipples harder.

Shit, what the fuck has Kurt done to me she asked herself, throwing a glare over her shoulder at her cousin.