The Finding Stick

"I asked, what are you doing, pervert?" the attractive brunette demanded.

Under the intense glare, Sean nearly wilted. He began to shake his head side to side slightly at a rapid pace. His mouth opened and shut several times. Words didn't come out as his tongue struggled to move as if it had been coated with peanut butter.

"Going to try and deny that you were staring at my ass, huh? No way, buster. I know all about perverts like you," the YSC staffer stated, placing her hands on her hips.

The motion brought back to Sean's mind what lay on the other side of those hips. Although his brain misfired to his mouth, it still functioned to think. What an ass! It's so tight and firm with just the perfect amount of curve. It's like an exact duplicate of Peyton's--Ohmigawd! Stop thinking about Pey's ass, Sean! What's wrong with me?

"N-N-N-No!"

"No?" the brown-haired beauty repeated. Then, she moved her hands up from her hips to cross her arms under her medium-sized bust. "No, what?"

"Me...uh...I...P-Pe-Peyton! L-L-Look!" Sean stammered.

"Huh? You were looking for Peyton?"

Sean nodded eagerly while tapping his chest.

"Why?" the young woman asked.

Almost as if he finally coughed out a hairball from his throat, Sean lunged forward as he suddenly spoke. And he spoke rapidly.

"MeSeanPeyton'sbrotherIwantededtotalktoherandthoughtyouwereher!See?"

The model-like coed raised one of her hands to the side of her face as she deciphered the teenager's rambling. Sean noticed her raised eyes while her mouth mumbled his words.

"So let me get this straight. You're Sean, Peyton's little brother, and you came here looking for her."

"That'swhatIsaid!"

"Okay, well, I'm not Peyton, obviously. I'm Taylor; Taylor Bishop."

"Zack'ssister!" Sean exclaimed before finally slowing his speech down. "I mean, I just met your brother a few minutes ago. Finn--Do you know, Finn?--Well, Finn and a Pete, uh, do you--"

"Yes, I know Peter," Taylor interrupted, growing impatient with this odd teenager.

"Well, they introduced me to your brother. They said we had a lot in common. You know, me and Zack," Sean continued to talk rapidly, but he could at least be understood now. "Um, I guess the same is true of you and my sister."

"We are not the same," Taylor replied with a bit of an edge in her voice.

"Don't you both want to be doctors? You two are working as the camp nurses, right?" Sean queried, wondering if something had happened between Peyton and Taylor.

"That's really none of your business. You still haven't explained perving on me," Taylor reminded, bringing her glare back.

"That's not what happened. I thought you were my sister."

"So when you had your eyes glued to my ass, you thought I was your sister?" Taylor challenged, arching an eyebrow.

"What? No!" Sean nearly yelled. "I...I mean, what kind of a guy would do that to his sister? Does Zack do that to you?"

"What? Eww, no!" Taylor squealed while waving her hands in front of her.

"Well, yeah! I thought you were Peyton at first but then realized you weren't," Sean explained, fudging the precise timeline. "Once I did, I...uh, I...you stunned me with your hotness!"

"Hmm, that I can see and believe," Taylor agreed, tapping her chin with her finger. "Not because I'm incredibly vain, like some girls I know. But because of that."

Sean followed the finger from Taylor's chin until it pointed downward. Once it stopped, the teen saw the large tent pitched in his shorts. Whatever brain function Sean regained in the last minute or so now malfunctioned.

"Ah." Sean wanted to say that it wasn't what it looked like. However, his brain overrode his mouth, knowing that lie wouldn't work. And if he continued to talk, Taylor might realize he had been checking out her ass when he thought she was Peyton.

So as the sparks misfired in his defense, Sean's attention focused on an escape. Despite standing only a few feet inside the doorway from the rec center, Sean's gaze locked in on a door behind Taylor.

"I'm s-s-sorry!" Sean apologized in a high pitch.

Dashing past Taylor, Sean turned his body to squeeze past the YSC's part-time nurse. In the process, his hard cock rubbed across one of those wonderful hips, the kind you want to grab while banging away. Once past the surprised coed, Sean staggered toward the screen door. Then, barely hitting the latch before falling through the large screen, the teen tumbled out to the small porch.

With a fumbling momentum, Sean nearly fell down the short stairs but managed to stay on his feet. He continued to stumble while his body twisted around slowly in circles until Sean made it to the drive that separated the rec center from the dining hall. However, not far onto the road, Sean's movements ended as he slammed into another person.

A girl shrieked in shock. Another female voice swore as a pair of hands reached out to grab Sean and the person he'd run directly into. Fortunately, nobody fell onto the gravel driveway.

"Whoa! Easy there, Seanie. What's the rush?"

Recognizing the voice, Sean turned to find that it had been Fawn Graff, his school librarian and aunt's best friend, who had saved him from falling to the ground. Her appearance led Sean's discombobulated brain to hit paydirt on the first guess of Daisy as the girl he'd slammed into.

"Went for Peyton, met Taylor," Sean replied. Either he struggling to catch his breath or stop hyperventilating, Sean unknowingly continued to clutch Daisy against himself for safety. As a girl constantly aware of her surroundings, it didn't take the school reporter long to realize that something long and hard poked into her.

"The hell, Tarver?!" Daisy spat, prying his arms off her.

"Oh, my," Fawn gasped, spotting the large tent.

"No, no, no!" Sean moaned. However, rather than use his hands to cover his groin, they went in the opposite direction. Clutching his hair, Sean looked like a guy losing his mind as he pulled his short blond locks.

"Seanie, take two steps to your right," Fawn ordered.

In his frazzled state, the teen did so.

CLICK

"Fawn!" Daisy cried.

"Huh?" Sean sounded. Coming to his senses somewhat, he noticed that Fawn had directed him to stand next to Daisy.

"Oh, I can't wait to send this to Brandy. And I'm totally telling her that Daisy tried to seduce her nephew, and that was the result." The school librarian pointed at the obvious erection.

"Fawn!" Sean and Daisy exclaimed together.

"I'd ask what set you off, but clearly Taylor did. Hmm, now that's interesting," Fawn murmured while peering through her cat eyes eyeglasses at her best friend's nephew.

"Unless Iona's been teasing him again," Daisy muttered, glancing down at the pitched tent that continued to hold its place.

Unsure what to do, Sean merely stood there, not even covering his predicament.

"I came over for a talk as I figured you have a lot of questions. Yet, I don't think you're in the proper mood right now," Fawn stated with a smirk. Unable to help herself, she glanced down again at the impressive display. "I hate to say this, but you need to take care of that. Daisy, take Sean back to your cabin and--"

"Ms. Graff!" Daisy squealed, not using her mentor's name for a rare moment outside school.

"Calm down. I was just kidding."

"Sure you were," Daisy grumbled.

"Well, why not? Aren't you and Evan on a 'pause' for spring break? I won't say anything."

"Y-You won't?" Sean sputtered in surprise.

"Don't get any ideas, Tarver," Daisy growled as Sean's eyes roamed her figure. Then, she turned to face Fawn. "And like hell, you wouldn't tell. First thing in the morning, you'd drive over to Drygully for cell reception."

"Ah, you need loosening up, Dais. Too bad Brandy's blackballed by the Hardaways, or I'd have here teaching you to have fun," the older dirty blonde told the younger one.

"Blackballed?!"

"Nope, not now, Sean. You better hurry off and lower that pole. There is a bathhouse right down this--or maybe don't take care of it. I bet if you waved that stick around, you'd get plenty of attention."

"Fawn!" Sean squealed.

"I'm gonna go find Iona," Daisy declared, walking toward the rec center.

"Alright, you better hurry up before you become the talk of the camp," Fawn said, motioning over her shoulder toward the west bathhouse.

Nodding, Sean scurried off in that direction. Confused and horny, he didn't have time to feel embarrassed. Following Fawn's suggestion, Sean figured he'd just jerk off inside one of the bathhouse's stalls. However, when he arrived outside one of its doors, Sean had second thoughts as laughter filtered out through the windows.

So Sean willed his dick to soften as hard as he could. The effort seemed to work after a few minutes as the tent hadn't gone away but wasn't as noticeable.

SLAP

The sound came from Sean slapping his own forehead. What the hell is wrong with me? Our cabin is right behind me on that path. I can just go there and--whoops! Somebody is coming!

Jumping behind a few trees, Sean watched as a pair walked past him and toward his group of cabins. Since he didn't know many names and faces, Sean couldn't be sure if they were from another team staying near his or just people randomly walking the path.

Hey, you went down! Sean said to his junior self. Pleased at the development, he decided that if Fawn wasn't willing to provide answers to his question, then he'd find someone that would.

Stepping out of the trees, Sean headed north along the path. After a few minutes, he veered toward the northeast and the beach. However, upon exiting near a firepit, Sean noticed his target heading southwest from his spot not that far from the beach.

A tall, muscular guy, Jared Lockett played hard as a linebacker on the football field and in the bedroom. Despite their differences and living in different cities, Sean and Jared went way back. Far enough back that they played together while wearing diapers. Their moms were not only on the same cheerleading squad in high school, but the slightly older Gabriela Lockett took Bridget Tarver under her wing as her little cheersister.

While Jared had a reputation for sleeping with too many girls and women for many peoples' tastes, Sean knew his friend to be a good guy. Jared never lied or led girls on with false promises. He basically told them he wanted a good time, and that was it. There wasn't a bad bone in him.

That's why Sean felt confused by his friend's appearance and how he ended up with Olena. So Sean's first investigation during the YSC would be digging out the reason for such a strange pairing.

"Hey, Little Tarver!" a voice bellowed, causing Sean to turn toward the beach.

Based on the nickname, Sean knew the voice belonged to Eoin O'Hara. Thus, the teen waited as Eoin jogged over, wearing only a pair of swim trunks. Peering behind Iona's older brother, Sean wasn't the least bit surprised to see two gorgeous young women waiting for Eoin.

"Yo, have you seen Finn?" Eoin asked.

"Not since the dining hall. Um, I'm not sure how long ago that was," Sean admitted.

"Whoa! You better not be high or drunk, kid," Eoin said, noticing how flustered and befuddled the teen looked. "The Hardaways frown on that stuff during the competition. Besides, Peyton would kick my ass after assuming I slipped you the booze. Wait, have you seen your sister either?"

"How would I know about her ass?!" Sean responded way too loudly as Eoin scanned the area for Peyton.

"Geez, kid. Hold it together. You better get out of sight while like that," Eoin ordered. Then, he turned and jogged back to the two young women.

"Crap," Sean muttered, looking around. Where did Jared go?

The teenage sleuth pondered the location of his old friend. Since everyone is mostly out here or over by the rec center and dining hall, the most likely place is his cabin. Unfortunately, I don't have enough facts. Beyond my cabin, I don't know where any other teams are staying. That needs to be rectified soon.

Walking toward the last place where he spotted Jared, Sean saw a potential information source. Although Whitney distracted his table from hearing most of the presentations, Sean did recall the Hardways mentioning the brown-haired guy with glasses as their assistant. With that bit of knowledge, Sean veered over toward him.

"Um, excuse me. I'm not sure if you know who I am--"

"Sean Tarver. You're the team leader of The Magnifying Bees from Honey Hollow. A well-rounded student, you come from a long line of medical professionals. Yet, that is not your area of interest," Sherwin Tinker stated, sounding as if he memorized the details.

"Oh, so you do know me."

"Of course! You're quite an intriguing subject at this year's Young Sleuths Challenge. Never have I heard nor seen a team leader with such a wide range of expectations for the competition. Re--I mean, some expect you to fail spectacularly in the first round while others, especially among the staff, have high expectations."

"Great," Sean muttered.

"My apologies. Did you need something?" Sherwin inquired.

"Um, yeah. I'm trying to locate Jared Lockett. He's on Olena Olesky's team."

"Ah, yes. The Widow's Webs, our replacement team."

"Yeah, them. So do you know what cabin they're staying in?"

"Cabin 20. It's the very last cabin at the end of the southeastern grouping. Over there," Sherwin stated, turning to point in the direction.

"Um, thank you," Sean responded while grumbling inside. As if I didn't know which direction was southeast. I'm not incompetent. Even though I get the feeling that Rex Hardaway thinks so.

Figuring the bathhouses all shared pathways with most of the cabins, Sean cut past the eastern one. Just like the other bathhouse, the teen heard laughter and maybe even a moan escape through its windows. Working his way south, Sean eventually spotted Cabin D, which he knew from his sister and Eoin meant it was one of Camp Wee Wicket's camp counselor cabins. On this trip, the YSC staff stayed in the larger cabins with letters.

Taking a relatively sharp turn, Sean walked northeast until he spotted the five cabins for the campers. Supposedly the seven teams were split, with most of the four groupings holding two teams. Sean didn't know if this section had one or two teams. Eventually, the pathway headed east with two cabins on the north and three on the south. Reading the numbers, the teen saw that the even-numbered cabins ran along the southside of the walkway.

Upon passing Cabin 16, a strange noise drew the teen's attention. Not sure about its meaning or origin, Sean turned to walk in between Cabins 16 and 18. Only when he neared the end of the cabins did Sean realize what sounds he heard. Slowing down, he peeked around the back of Cabin 18.

What he saw shouldn't have surprised him, yet it did and caused him to gasp.

A busty, black-haired young woman leaned over. Her hands braced themselves against Cabin 20's rear wall. Sean vaguely remembered the woman standing with the other college-aged staff. Although later, he wouldn't be able to recall any details about her face. Not with her naked pair of huge tits swinging back and forth violently as Jared fucked her from behind.

Sean's mind began to drift again.

Soundbites filled his brain, with some sticking and others passing through. The name Ariel stuck, along with Jared's boast that he knew she'd be down to fuck. Likewise, Sean would later remember how she laughed while looking over her shoulder at his friend. Ariel claimed that Jared striking first proved lucky as the busty slut preferred women, but she'd have plenty of time to seduce the plentiful roster this week.

Another part that stuck with Sean came from Jared being Jared and scoring a promise to be the guy third of a threesome later during the competition. Both fuckers laughed at the Hardaways' warnings about having sex during the competitions. The pair appeared to be planning fuck others for most of their time in the valley.

Eventually, Sean felt a bit awkward watching his old friend during sex. Not that he paid any attention to Jared, as his gaze mostly watched Ariel's huge tits bounce around. So Sean slowly stepped back around the corner of Cabin 18.

Only for him to step into a person.

"Well, well, well, what did I find here?" a voice that Sean feared sang.

As the girl stepped forward to peer around the corner, he didn't need to see the white hair. Nodding to herself at the sight of Jared and Ariel fucking, the girl moved back to the side of the cabin.

"Who knew good little boy Sean Tarver was a peeping tom? How utterly fascinating for me and humiliating for you," Olena Olesky cackled. "Now, what should I do with that knowledge..."

That's when Sean stiffened in terror.

Did his fear come from Olena's potential blackmailing of him?

No, it came from her hand wrapped around his cock.

"...and this deviant stick?" Olena finished.