I spun around at the sound of the warden’s command. It was that asshole that always gives me a hard time. I knew this wasn't going to go well. He drove his ATV closer to my kayak and dismounted. 

”Come on kids,” he repeated. ”Out of the water.”

Sherie moved behind me with her hands on my shoulders. I could sense her fear. I pushed her further behind me with my hand on her naked hip. ”Stay in the creek,” I whispered. ”I’ll talk to him.” She sunk neck-deep as I walked to the bank.

”Listen, officer,” I said. ”We are just swimming and I have some trotlines just up the creek.” 

He moved closer as I stepped naked from the creek. I could see he was watching Sherie. ”Come on out, girlie,” he ordered. ”I'm not going to ask again.” 

”Come on, officer,” I plead. ”She's naked too.”

He was standing very close to me now. He looked at me with an unyielding glare. ”You shut the fuck up, boy,” he warned. Turning to Sherie, he yelled, ”Bring your ass out of there.”

He was watching her as she started to move to the bank, grinning as her nipples broke the surface of the water. I watched him as he started to squeeze his cock through his pants. I was mad.

”Stay in the water, Sherie,” I yelled.

He turned with intentions of a backhand fist to my jaw, his other hand pulling his weapon. I didn't even think when my hand to hand training from my time in the service kicked in. That's how they said it would work though. He was on his back, my right hand holding him in a very painful wristlock, his weapon in the grasp of my left hand.

I saw panic in his eyes as I stood naked, my cock pointing down at his face like a club. I heard Sherie splashing the water as she ran to the bank. I looked at her and shook my head. She froze in her tracks. ”Stay back,” I warned her.

Now panic was gripping my mind. My heart raced as I tried to figure out what to do. Fighting was the easy part. The warden could sense my panic and he started to stand. I put a little more pressure on his wrist and that ended his efforts. I stood over him for what seemed like an eternity trying to figure out what I should do.

”Terry,” Sherie called, ”I have an idea.”

I was open to anything at the moment. I didn't want to hurt the guy, but if I let him go, it would go bad for us. He looked like he wanted to try and do something drastic but I wrenched down on his wrist and shook my head at him.

”Let him up,” Sherie said.

I cut my eyes at her and she nodded quickly. 

I loosened my grip and let him go, his weapon still in my hand but I knew I wouldn't go that far. He slowly stood up as Sherie grabbed my cell phone from the kayak. She tossed it to me and looked at him.

”Now, you're going to play nice,” she chided, ”arent you?” He nodded as he watched me. She walked over to him and stood naked facing me. ”Terry, get ready to take our picture.” 

I opened the camera on my phone and pointed it at Sherie, snapping a few photos of her. She stood in front of the warden facing him and knelt between his legs. Her knees apart and her hands on his hips. I smiled as I took the picture. His pants we're never opened but it looked as if she were giving him a blowjob. 

”I got it,” I yelled. ”Get away from him.”

She stood and quickly walked back to me and hid behind me again.

”Take your extra magazines and drop them in my boat, ” I commanded. ”Then you can walk to your four-wheelers and get out of here. If you give us any problems, we will send these pictures to the press. Do you understand?”

He nodded his head and dropped his extra ammo in my boat. Then he sat on his four-wheeler and started the engine. ”What about my gun?” he asked.

I released the magazine from his weapon and racked the chambered round from the action. Looking at Sherie, then back at him, I threw his firearm as far as I could downstream. It fell with a splash into the shallow water.

He gave me a hateful look as he turned around and headed downstream to retrieve his weapon. We watched him until he found his pistol and rumbled away on his ATV. I walked to a log that jutted from the stream and plopped my ass down. The adrenalin rushed from my body and exhaustion took its place. 

Sherie stood in front of me totally naked. “Fuck, Terry,” she gasped, “where did you learn to do that?”

My hands were shaking and my body slumped forward. I guess she saw my body shaking because she sat beside me and put her arm over my shoulder. She was rubbing her hand over my shoulder and my knee. Her body was shaking as well, so I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. 

“I’m ok, Cuz,” I reassured her. ”I'm just experiencing the effects of an adrenaline dump.”

Her head was on my shoulder as her hand rubbed softly up and down my thigh. I could feel my body responding to her ministrations. I looked up at the trees at the edge of the rocky creek bank. Her soft hand continued to tease up and down my leg.

”Your heart is racing,” she said, ”I can feel it on your shoulder.”

I sat up, my cock somewhere between half-hard and raging. Looking at her knees I said, ”I'll be ok. That was just too intense.”

We sat in silence as I tried to think of anything besides my naked cousin. My mind wrestled with thoughts of fucking her and stinky fish bait. I finally said, ”I better go check those trotlines.”

”I want to go with you, Cuz,” she nearly begged. ”I'm afraid he will come back.”

Anything to get us out of this situation was ok with me. ”Ok,” I agreed, ” let's get dressed though. There are reeds and stickers where we are going.”

We stood and found our shorts and she put her tee back on. I pushed off after she got situated in the boat and paddled upstream. All the yoyos we're down so I knew we had super.

Sherie squealed when I hauled in a big bass and several smaller ones. Then we headed back downstream.

The kayak crunched to a stop on the rocky bank of our campsite. I had been worried that the warden had messed with our stuff but everything seemed to be as we left it.

It was still early and we had plenty of daylight left. Sherie got out of the boat and walked to the log, stretching her arms over her head. ”What do you want to do now?” she asked.

”Well, I'm going to clean these fish,” I said. ”When I get them in the cooler, then I'm going to walk downstream a bit and pick some muscadines.”

”Whats a muscadine?” she asked.

”It's kind of like a wild grape,” I told her. ”You will like them. Gramps makes wine with them.”

”Ok, I'll help you pick them,” she smiled. ”But right now, I'm going to try and get some more sun.”

I took the fish from the cooler and down to the stream. Squatting in the shallow water I took my knife from the sheath and went to work. First scraping the scales then cutting the head off. Next, I pulled the guts out and rinsed the carcass.

Sherie watched and cringed as I pulled the innards from the fish. I laughed and continued.  After she had enough of the gore, she pulled her tee off and dropped it on the ground. I heard her zipper as she pushed it down. 

I watched from the corner of my eye as she pushed her shorts down her pretty legs and stepped out of them. She sat on the log facing me and laid back. I turned back to my work and finished up.  After rinsing my hands I stood and picked up the cooler of freshly cleaned fish. 

I turned to see her lying naked, eyes closed and a cute buzz of a snore from her lips. I took a moment to survey the beauty in front of me. Her auburn hair shone in the bright sunlight. Her pouty lips slightly parted in her sleep. My eyes followed her neckline to two nipples standing relaxed atop the slight swell of her breast.

My cock swelling in my shorts as I followed her abdominal crease to a tiny belly button. Not lingering more than a few seconds, I dropped my eyes to the center of her slightly parted thighs. My cock pressed hard against the front of my shorts.

Her peachy hair sparsely covered her puffy lips. The bump of her clitoris peeked shyly from between her labia. A sleepy stretch and I thought I was busted but she slept on. Her legs parted slightly more. 

I wondered as I walked to the tent how I would be able to sleep by her tonight...