Suspicious Tenting

“Quick, into the tent.”

The two holes gaped as the cocks withdrew, the meat of her pussy and ass so stretched out it would take hours for them to properly tighten. Madison groaned, both at the absence of the members that had left her so widened, and at the dull ache of being dropped on to two unsteady legs. Her gait was bowed from having her legs spread, causing her to shuffle like a cowboy as she followed Kurt’s instruction and ducked into the nearby tent. Slipping inside, she cast a look over her shoulder. Brandon followed right behind her, his still rigid cock bobbing with every step, and behind him, Kurt hurried to pull up his jeans.

Zipping filled the air, of both Kurt’s denim pants and of the tent being closed, covering the sound of footsteps, so Kurt was caught completely unaware by the arrival of the intruder, only quickly lifting his head when a familiar voice called his name.

“Kurt?” Jennifer stopped at the treeline when she saw the young man. She stared at him as though he were a ghost, a figment of her past that wouldn’t stop haunting her. “What are you doing here?”

Before Kurt could speak, and most crucially, before he could apologize for what had happened the last time they met, he noticed that Jennifer was not alone. From out of the dense brush of the forest, twigs breaking under foot as he took confident steps to catch up with Jennifer, another young man appeared, about Jennifer’s age, with short dark hair and grey eyes that widened when he saw the topless teen standing in the middle of the campsite.

Kurt recognized him as Colin Matheson, a ranger that had been around when Kurt had spent his summers at the Silver Lake Camp, run by the Rangers. For a time, he had even hated Colin. As Jennifer’s partner he was always around, which had made it obstinately difficult for his schoolboy self to get any time alone with the beautiful, blonde ranger. Now such petty jealousy seemed childish, although Colin’s presence still annoyed him, but for a slightly different reason. Keeping one intruder from finding the naked siblings in the tent would have been a task, but keeping it from two was approaching the impossible.

It was to Kurt’s dismay then that yet another ranger followed Colin through to the campsite. Deathly pale, with hair and eyes as dark as the night, Kurt didn’t know the short, doe-eyed girl that stepped through, and he was sure he would have remembered a face that pretty. A new recruit, in the year since the last summer camp, Kurt assumed she must be a ranger by the greyish green uniform she wore, matching the other two. And while Colin and Jennifer seemed shocked to find Kurt at the campsite, the new girl was unfazed, instead casting a shrewd gaze around the site, looking for anyone else.

“You know this kid?” the new girl asked, her ponytail swishing as she turned her head to Jennifer.

Kurt resented being called kid. This new girl looking slightly older than him, but not by much, and if he had to guess he would have correctly estimated her to be younger than the other two rangers.

“Yes, he’s my…friend,” Jennifer said, carefully selecting her words so not to implicate herself. “And he was a regular attendee to the summer Ranger camp until he outgrew it.”

“I didn’t outgrow it. It’s the rules that say I’m too old,” Kurt protested. “If it were up to me, I’d still go.”

“It would be boring for the college man like yourself,” Colin said in earnest, though Kurt ruffled, taking ‘college man’ as an unintended jeer. “In truth, I don’t know how much longer the camp will continue. Numbers have been steadily dwindling each year.”

“That’s terrible.”

Jennifer nodded at Kurt’s reaction. “Jensen says it’s becoming an expense that the Rangers can’t sustain. Either the camp will have to close, or services will suffer, and the latter just isn’t an option.”

For any young boy, or girl that didn’t mind getting their hands dirty, like Heather, two weeks with the Rangers during the Summer break was a great way to kill time between school semesters. They slept beneath the stars, learned how to a light fire, and find their way by the light of Polaris. Skills such as fishing and tracking were instilled upon the kids, and Kurt still knew how to recognize the proximity of a bear from where it had scratched against a tree. The camp had taught him about more about ecosystems and geography than he’d ever learned from school. There were still some independent groups that taught these kinds of things in a practical way, but to Kurt, it would never be the same.

“But you still have money to hire new rangers?” Kurt glanced at the new girl, who was still looking around the camp rather than at him, paying special attention to items of female clothing littered around.

“There’s no shortage of tourists coming to Silver Lakes, and younger kids are fine. Schools still pay for day trips, and we get the odd thrill seeker looking to splunk the caves; it’s the teens we can’t get through the figurative door. There just aren’t enough middle and high schoolers coming during the summer months to keep the camp open for much longer,” Jennifer clarified. “That, and as athletic as he is, we can’t expect Kaswakoski to do the same work he did forty years ago. He is going to retire someday, and we need to have trained professionals ready to take his place when that happens, not after.”

“And how are you liking it?” Kurt asked, noticing some movement in the tent out of the corner of his eye.

“Dull. With the history of this place I hoped we might find some serial killers or ritual killings out here.” Maybe she was joking but her tone was serious and frank.” “No luck so far.”

“I did tell you that it was only a myth, and probably completely untrue.” Jennifer interjected.

“The most interesting thing we’ve seen all day is you,” the new girl continued undeterred. “And you don’t seem like a murderer. You do have a nice body though. Just ripe for being tied up and bled out for a pagan goddess.”

“Thanks…I think?”

"No thanks needed. It was just an observation."

Jennifer sighed, although her eyes were roaming over Kurt’s torso, using the new girl’s comment as an excuse to admire the young man’s half bared body.

“Kurt, meet Audra St. James. Audra, Kurt Johnson.”

“What are you doing out here, Kurt?” Colin asked.

“Heather and some of her friends are staying at her dad’s camp just out by the lake, but a couple of her friends spent a few nights out here under the stars but they forgot to clean up after themselves, so I volunteered to come out here and tidy it up.” Kurt lied, one he’d been concocting in his head ever since the Rangers emerged from the trees.

“By yourself?” Audra looked to Jennifer. “Is that strange?”

“For Kurt, yes.”

“No,” he insisted, and improvised to make the lie more believable. “Okay, fine, I didn’t volunteer. I drew the short straw.”

Jennifer laughed. “That’s exactly why we were on our way out here too. Colin came across the site last night, but it was getting dark at that time, so we planned to come and check it out today. I told him it was probably you guys from the cabin, but you should know better. Your belongings could get stolen, or worse, attract bears.”

“And they brought me, because six hands make lighter work than four.”

The tent shuddered again, and Kurt frowned. The movement inside the tarp was only getting more frequent, and Kurt could guess what the naked siblings might up to. He had to get rid of these Rangers before they noticed the movement too, and started asking questions, or until Madison could inevitably no longer hold her moan, and her cries alerted the Rangers instead. Kurt didn’t know which scenario would look worse, but neither was good.

“Well, you can leave it to me,” he said, speaking louder than before to cover any strange rustling. “You guys have better things to do than tidy up after every inconsiderate traveler that comes through the park.”

“I’ll stay and give you a hand,” Jennifer suggested, already looking to her partners. “Colin, take Audra back to the station.”

“Sure thing.”

Though Jennifer held no rank over him, Colin complied with her order, and the shorter, dark haired girl followed him, only looking over her shoulder once, her apprehensive brown eyes staring right at the tent. Kurt’s heart stopped in his chest, fearful that she’d see or say something, but the moment passed, and Audra did too, slipping away between the trees without incident or remark. As a great relief washed over him, Kurt slumped his shoulder and exhaled, relaxing slightly in Jennifer’s presence.

Jennifer waited for the footsteps to fade, until the forest no longer crunched under step, then turned to Kurt and said what she’d been dying to say ever since she saw him.

“About the other day-”

“I wanted to bring that up too-” Kurt cut in.

“No, let me, I-”

“Before you say anything, I need to tell you, it wasn’t you…”

“Listen, I’m trying to apolog-”

“Wait, I’m sorry”-

“Why? You did the right thing-”

“It wasn’t what I said, but how I said it-”

“My reaction was all wrong. I-”

“Still, I-”

They both stopped and shared a knowing smile, both acknowledging how silly the whole conversation was. Neither one really needed to apologize, they knew each other so well that they were able to convey their motives with nothing more than eye contact.

“If Victoria hadn’t been firmly in Shawn’s grasp at that time, seeing you in that sheer lingerie bodysuit would probably haunt my wet dreams for years. Unfortunately, the sight is tainted after what happened at the night club.”

“I’m flattered,” she said, although the face emphatically suggested that starring in his wet dreams was not high in her aspirations. “What of Victoria? What happened at the nightclub?”

“Oh, everything turned out well. I got to Victoria in time and was able to break whatever hold Shawn had over her. I think. She has been acting kind of oddly today.”

“That’s fantastic.”

Kurt nodded, and coughed to cover the sound of the tent rustling, though Jennifer seemed content to blame it on a light breeze that blew through the trees at that moment.

“And, I wouldn’t worry too much about any strange behavior. In my experience, with victims of trauma I’ve dealt with at the park, they tend to act different for some time until they readjust to normalcy. You can’t simply click your fingers,” she snapped her index and middle fingers loudly in unison with her words, “and make everything the way it was.”

“I don’t foresee her getting any better until Shawn is behind bars, but, well, you didn’t hear it from me, but we think the investigation might have been compromised. Shawn has information on the lead investigator. Meanwhile, he continues to harass and **** Victoria.”

“Yes, I saw the photo leak. That was a despicable trick. My first guess was that he was behind the hack at the Nugget, but without any proof, it’s not any better than baseless conjecture. Victoria’s parents didn’t see anything?”

“Doesn’t seem like it. But we also don’t believe the lead investigator is doing everything she could be doing, because of what Shawn has on her too.”

Jennifer’s eyes darted to the tent, some unmissable movement inside causing it to pull on the pegs grounding the tarp. A whimper drawled out from inside, like a kicked dog, too fast for Kurt to cover up. Eyes narrowed, she turned her scrutiny on Kurt.

“Kurt,” she said with the same tone his mother used when her patience had run thin. “Is someone in that tent?”

“No, of course not.”

She was unimpressed with his obvious lie.

“Okay, I lied. Some of my friends are here, nearby. But, see, the reason I didn’t tell you before is because they’re gathering sticks for a party tomorrow. I knew you might be cool with it, but Colin might try to shut it down.”

“What makes you think I won’t stop it?” she asked, hands on her hips. “You can’t just have a party in the park, Kurt. There are a lot of forms that have to be filled out, rules to be followed-”

“Technically, it’s being held at Ravers Cabin, which Robert owns, not the park, and at the pier beside the boathouse down the trail behind the cabin, and the Park doesn’t own that part of the lake. Some of our guests may choose to hike to Zaffre Falls, or to this campsite, but that’s up to the individuals, and shouldn’t require any special forms or permissions.”

Jennifer chewed her lip, slightly irritated that Kurt had managed to find the loophole, yet equal parts impressed that he had learned and remembered so much about how the park functioned.

“I can’t fault you there,” she finally admitted after some consideration of whether boosting his ego was a good thing. “But you really need to be careful. Any trouble could cause a lot of problems for Silver Lakes Park.”

“Roger that.”

Another shake caused the tent to noisily shudder, along with a slightly less muffled cry. It was obvious that Jennifer heard it again too, but this time Kurt was ready with a diversion, leaping to speak before the Ranger’s face darkened further.

“Why don’t you come say ‘hi’ to Victoria? She’s just at the cabin. I’m sure seeing her savior again would brighten her mood.”

“I’m not her savior. Dustin was the one who noticed her on the cave floor.”

“Still, I bet she’d love to see you,” Kurt said, putting his arm around her shoulders and gently leading her out of the clearing.

“What about tidying up?”

“It won’t take long.” He raised his voice slightly, hoping the twins could hear him over whatever was happening inside the tent. “We’ll be back before you know it.”

Jennifer wasn’t so gullible. It was quite obvious to the Ranger that Kurt was trying to distract her from investigating the tent too closely. However, she allowed herself to be drawn away. Knowing the teens, what was happening inside the tent was best left untouched, to give herself some plausible deniability at least. But Kurt was also right. Jennifer did want to see Victoria. She hadn’t been face to face with the teen since she’d caught her on the pier with the two boys. Something had clearly been wrong then. If Victoria was still acting off, Jennifer wanted to see for herself. Curious and concerned, Jennifer held her tongue, and followed Kurt.