Gavin goes with Hannah as Zack naps

Gavin nodded "Yeah, I'll go with you," he said. No way he was gonna let Hannah go, if she was offering. He felt a warm tingling over his whole body.

A few minutes later, Gavin was carrying Hannah's beach bag as they walked with flip-flop foam sandals down the trail to the lake. She reached over and messed up his hair with her fingertips. He squawked and stumbled.

Hannah steadied him."Sorry, Gavin, was that bad?" she asked. She squeezed his shoulder.

"No, no, it's good. Just surprised." Gavin met her eyes and was about to look away, but she was smiling, so he took a breath, relaxed his shoulders, and smiled back It felt good, so he grinned. She laughed. He laughed.

"You know, you're a nice person," Gavin said. Hannah raised her eyebrows and curled her lips up on one side. "No, really," he insisted.

"I'm not a nice person," Hannah said. "Nice is soul-killing. Don't ever be nice, Gavin. Be kind."

Gavin stared, lips parted, then nodded. "Yeah," he said.

"And for today?" Hannah said. She let her breath out, then in again. Gavin couldn't help but notice, but quickly gave himself an "eyes up". Hannah laughed. "And for today, be mine."

"Yeah," Gavin said.

She tousled his hair. This time he saw it coming and laughed, enjoying her touch.

"Good boy," Hannah said. "Good boy."

Brandon and Ashley walked quickly up the path, Ashley in front, Brandon following with his gaze angled downward.

"Oh, hi!" Brandon said, jerking his head up as Ashley stopped short.

"Hi guys, was everyone okay?" Ashley asked

"Yeah, just conked out napping," Hannah said. "Even Heather."

"Haha, okay," Ashley said. "Thanks Han. C'mon Brandon." She took his hand and dragged him up the path.

"Later!" Brandon said.

"Oh and the water's great!" Ashley said, glancing back.

"Thanks Ash!" Hannah said.

Gavin watched them go, frowning. "Ash is in a hurry," he said to Hannah.

"Yep. She's been like that all year," Hannah said. "Sometimes I wonder if Ash isn't worse than me."

"Worse?" Gavin said.

"I know my sister," Hannah said. "The look on her face was FUCK ME. NOWWWWWW."

"Oh," Gavin said. "Well, okay." He laughed.

"Let me see if I can do that face for you," Hannah said. "Seen it in the mirror enough from when I was going through that." She took a couple of deep breaths and narrowed her eyes in concentration. Hannah opened her eyes and gazed deep into Gavin's. "Oh heyyyy Gavin," she said, putting on a high, childish voice.

Gavin burst out in a belly laugh.

"Oooh, what a strong man!" Hannah simpered.

Gavin laughed until he wept, swaying as he tried to keep his balance. Hannah held on, steadying him, then wrapped him up in a hug. Hannah's swimsuit and Gavin's summerweight short-sleeve shirt left hardly anything between her nipples and his chest.

"Let's go," Hannah said.

"Which way?" Gavin said.

"Oooh, naughty boy," Hannah said. "I like your dirty mind, but let's give my sis some space. Unless you wanted to know what Brandon...?" She shrugged.

"Nah," Gavin said. "He's more Zack's friend, anyway."

Hannah's mouth pursed in a little "o" and she snorted with laugher.

"Kidding," Gavin said. "I think. I mean."

"Remind me never to pull your chain," Hannah said.

"Safeword," Gavin said. Firmly, but not loudly.

"I had no idea, Gavin," Hannah said. She let a finger rest on his lower lip. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled very gently, then ran his tongue tip back and forth over the crease of her first finger joint.

Hannah grinned and cackled. "We're gonna have fun, you and me and Zack."

"That would be okay," Gavin said. "No really. You've already made my trip. I'm not saying that to be nice."

"Good. Don't be."

Gavin shuffled his feet, straightened up, and steadied Hannah's beach bag. Hannah squeezed his shoulder and swooped in for a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.

They headed down the path to the lake, chuckling at each other.

An orgasmic groan had wakened Taylor from her nap.

Zack?, she thought, Yeah, Zack. She'd heard him get himself off often enough. And then that one time he'd had Lisa over, and...

Two groans together, now, the song of pleasure overflowing. Zack and Hannah. Definitely orgasming. Together.

"B..." Taylor began, but let the word go into a hiss. "Oh fuck it, whatever," she muttered. "Talk about irony."

Heather still slumbered beside her. Taylor had not been expecting to have sex with Heather Ravers. Bright, strong-willed, beautiful...and tasty. Taylor's chin throbbed a little. How would she explain a bruise? Our gracious host humped my face like her own personal Sybian until she got off, and did she ever ride me hard.

Sigh.

Well, Spring Break, cabin, oversexed cheerleaders, oversexed Woodsen blondes, including her BFF FWB who had taken her complaint "But I didn't get off!" and moved in on Taylor's brother. Seriously Hannah. Taylor flashed back to her dream. Once in a while she and Hannah had weird telepathy stuff going on, it seemed like. Maybe Hannah picked up my vibe and carried it through. All the way.

"Or maybe my brother is just a goddamn snack."

"Hm?" Heather said.

"Shh," Taylor said.

"Mm." Heather said. Her breathing slowed and evened out.

Taylor rolled over and closed her eyes.

"SAFEWORD!"

Taylor jolted awake. "Fuck."

Heather was still napping.

Guess I did you a good one, girlie, Taylor thought, pleased with herself. She frowned. SAFEWORD? "What the hell, Hannah what the hell," she mumbled. "Consent, anyway." God I love you, Hannah, don't hurt him. Don't hurt my Zack. My Zack. Don't.

Taylor shook her head and rolled on her side. A single tear rolled down her cheek. With all her feelings, fear and annoyance and Zack's cock lust and fear again, Taylor was still sleepy. Hannah and Heather had been the hammer and tongs of her climax after a long car ride. It was still a warm spring afternoon, the air in the cabin bedroom heavy with the scent of warm wood and girlsex.

Taylor slept. Under her closed lids, her eyes moved, scanning the scenes of her dreams.