“No you didn’t!” Holly gasped, sounding shocked. “Would you have really watched?”
“Why not? Dick is dick, right?”
“And I’m the pervert?” I asked. It was a lame retort, but it was all I had. I needed more. “Why don’t you tell her about Seth or Kevin?”
“Maybe I already did,” Maggie said, glaring at me over her shoulder and I knew I had crossed a line.
“No you didn’t,” Holly innocently corrected. “You mean our cousins Seth and Kevin?”
“Maybe,” Maggie said, sounding unsure of herself. That was a new tone from her.
“Oh-my-God, they are both so hot!” Holly squealed. “Did you do it with them?”
“Yeah,” Maggie admitted.
“At the same time?”
That stopped Maggie in her tracks. “Really?” she asked. “Do I look like the kind of girl who would do two guys at once?”
“Maybe,” Holly said, laughing it off as a joke comment.
After ducking beneath a low hanging branch, Maggie came clean about her experiences. “Seth last year and Kevin the year before that.”
“You told me you didn’t fuck Seth,” I said.
“Right. We didn’t, but we did everything else,” she clarified.
This time it was Holly who stopped in her tracks. She glanced at me before asking Maggie, “You told your brother about it?”
“No, he figured it out when I came back to the tent. He was probably jerking off the entire time I was gone.”
Thankfully, Holly ignore the comment about what I may have been doing that night last year. “Does Seth have a nice one?”
“Not as nice as Kevin’s.”
“Too bad. Seth is cute.”
“Kevin’s cuter.”
“Maybe,” Holly said.
“Who do you think is cuter, Seth, Kevin, or my brother?”
“Your brother,” Holly said, flashing me one of her award winning smiles over her shoulder.
“You’re just saying that because I told you he has a big dick.”
“I’m serious! Your brother is a lot cuter.” She turned around, walking backwards again as if it was the same as walking forwards. “Is it weird that your sister knows you have a big dick?”
“It’s weirder that she wants to see it,” I admitted.
“Says my brother who just took a picture of my ass.”
“You and Holly,” I pointed out before realizing that didn’t sound any better. “I don’t spend my time checking you out.”
“What if I got naked, would you check me out then?”
“Probably not,” I said, feeling my face flushing as I grew more embarrassed.
“Really? So you’re saying that if I got naked in front of you, that wouldn’t get you hard?”
I shrugged, unsure what else to say because it was embarrassing, especially with her saying all that stuff in front of Holly.
“I won’t tell anyone if you want to test him,” Holly offered.
“I bet we’ll get him hard without even getting naked,” Maggie said.
“For sure,” Holly agreed. “Guys are like so easy to get hard, aren’t they?”
“My senior year, I had a Spanish teacher. . .” Maggie began, relating a story about how she would purposely prick tease the Spanish teacher. That prompted Holly to tell how she would sunbathe in her backyard whenever her neighbor was mowing the grass just to see the bulge in his shorts.
Maggie laughed before swapping another story as if I wasn’t there. I got through high school by not calling attention to myself. That’s a habit I still have and I think it’s part of the reason why Holly and Maggie felt comfortable talking as if I wasn’t there. I’m good at making myself invisible. Except I heard every word.