She stood there in the water, just floating. She would periodically lower herself down so the water would rise up above her lips and up to her nose, leaving just her hazel eyes exposed.  “Aren’t you hot?” Reese asked me. “Hot?” I returned. “Yes sir, aren’t you hot sitting there in the sun?” “Um yeah- it’s pretty warm out here…” She paused for a moment and looked at me. Then she looked down at the water in which where her...

Ben and Amelie started to collect themselves and reassemble their clothes on their now naked bodies. There was an awkward silence in the air. So awkward you could almost hear it. At the moment I didn’t know what to think. Should I feel bad about the fact that my brother may have just ruined his whole life with the urge of one simple boner? Or should I just laugh about it? I was torn. Either way, I had seen more than enoug...

What the hell was I supposed to do? There I was, fucking naked, with my own splooge dripping off of me and now the sound barrier of Amalie’s shower was gone! Shit, I thought to myself. Alright, fuck, I have to make a move… or wait… maybe I don’t. Maybe that’s the move, maybe the best thing for me to do is to just hang out for a minute, wait for Amalie to finish up and leave. Duh, I don’t even know why I shook myself up fo...

Howdy. My name is John, John Fears. And I am the founding father of the Camp Cauldron Bathhouse Motel. My family and I first came up to Camp Cauldron when I was about eighteen. Eighteen was a budding age of emotional and hormonal, well hormones for me. I don’t remember much about that first trip. I remember Ma packing too much food for my older brother’s girlfriend, whose name was Amalie.   Amalie, I knew her obviously as...