"Midnight Swim and Secrets"

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The lake water lapped lazily against the shore, the kind of slow, rhythmic pulse that made the summer air feel even thicker. The camp had settled into that quiet hum of late-night exhaustion, where the only sounds were the distant crackle of a dying bonfire and the occasional whisper of wind through the trees. But inside Cabin 7, the energy was electric.

Brooke stretched her arms above her head, her tank top riding up just enough to flash the smooth skin of her stomach. "Alright, bitches, we’ve got a golden opportunity tonight. Owen’s doing his *extra special* late-night swim practice—which, let’s be real, is just an excuse to flex in front of the lake like some kind of aquatic Adonis."

Katie, perched on the edge of her bunk, bit her lip. She was the quiet one, the blonde with a voice so soft you had to lean in to hear her—but when she spoke, it was always worth listening. "You really think he’s gonna be naked in the showers?" Her fingers twisted in the hem of her sleep shirt, but her eyes gleamed with something far from shy.

Kaitlin smirked, tossing her dark curls over her shoulder. "Oh, he’s *definitely* gonna be naked. That boy’s so in love with his reflection, he probably jerks off to it." She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, her athletic frame tense with anticipation. "And after the way he played Brooke and me? Fuck that. Tonight, we humiliate the king of Camp Willowbrook."

Stacy, the wild card of the group, let out a low laugh as she painted her nails a deep, sinful red. "I still can’t believe he ghosted you *both* after making out with you at the bonfire. What a little shit." She blew on her nails, then grinned. "Alright, let’s go ruin his life."

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The walk to the boys’ showers was a mix of adrenaline and giddy nerves. The path was lit only by the occasional flicker of fireflies, their tiny lights blinking like conspirators. The girls moved in a tight cluster, their bare feet silent on the damp grass. The closer they got, the more the sound of running water carried through the night air.

Brooke pressed a finger to her lips as they rounded the corner of the shower block. There it was—a large, fogged-up window, the glass streaked with condensation. Perfect. She motioned for the others to crouch down, then slowly, carefully, wiped a clear patch with the side of her hand.

And there he was.

Owen stood under the spray, his back to them, water sluicing over the hard planes of his shoulders, the dip of his spine, the tight, perfect curve of his ass. Even Katie, who’d been the most hesitant, let out a quiet *"damn"* under her breath. He was *ridiculous*—tall, lean, every muscle defined from hours of swimming, his skin golden under the dim bulb of the shower.

Kaitlin’s eyes narrowed. "Fucking *unfair*," she muttered. "How is someone that hot allowed to be that much of a dick?"

Then Owen turned.

The water rushed over his face, his hands lifting to slick back his hair, and for a second, the girls held their breath—until their eyes dropped lower.

And then they *lost it*.

Katie clapped a hand over her mouth, but the laughter still escaped, high and breathless. Brooke’s snort was loud enough to echo. Stacy doubled over, tears already streaming down her face. And Kaitlin—Kaitlin was *howling*, her hand gripping her stomach like she might actually puke from laughing so hard.

Because there, between Owen’s perfect thighs, hanging limp and pathetic, was the *tiniest* dick any of them had ever seen.

"Oh my *God*," Brooke wheezed, pressing her forehead against the window as she tried to catch her breath. "It’s like a *baby* carrot!"

Kaitlin wiped her eyes. "No, no, it’s *worse*. It’s like one of those little cocktail wieners. The ones you stab with a toothpick."

Stacy cackled. "I’ve seen *clits* bigger than that!"

Katie, still giggling, shook her head in disbelief. "He’s been walking around here like he’s *god’s gift*, and he’s packing a *fucking* Tic Tac!"

Their laughter was a live wire, crackling through the night, but the second Owen shut off the water, they all froze. The girls scrambled back, pressing themselves against the wall just as the shower door creaked open.

Owen stepped out, completely nude, water dripping from his hair, his body glistening under the moonlight. He reached for the bench where he’d left his towel and clothes—

And found nothing.

His brow furrowed. "The *fuck*?" He patted the bench again, then spun in a slow circle, scanning the area. "Hello?!"

The girls exchanged a look. This was it. The moment of truth.

Brooke stepped out first, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. "Looking for these?" She dangled his towel from one finger, then tossed it to Kaitlin, who caught it with a flourish.

Owen’s face went pale. "What the—?! Give me my *clothes*!"

Kaitlin tossed the towel back to Stacy, who caught it and immediately buried her face in it, inhaling deeply before gagging dramatically. "Ugh, *ew*. Smells like Axe body spray and *desperation*."

Owen’s hands flew to cover himself—not that there was much to cover. His tiny dick twitched pathetically between his fingers. "This isn’t funny! *Give them back!*"

Katie, emboldened by the sheer absurdity of the situation, stepped forward, tilting her head as she examined him. "Aww, Owen, don’t be shy. We’ve *all* seen it now." She reached out and—*flicked* it with her fingernail.

"*FUCK!*" Owen yelped, stumbling back, his hands cupping his junk like it was a wounded bird.

The girls erupted again, clutching each other as they howled. Brooke wiped tears from her eyes. "Oh my God, I *touched* that?!" She mimed gagging. "I need to *bleach* my hands!"

Owen’s face burned. "You *bitches*—!"

Kaitlin cut him off, stepping forward, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "No, *you* listen, you little *shit*. You think you can play with people’s feelings? Lead Brooke on, kiss me and then act like I don’t *exist*?" She took another step, close enough that Owen had to crane his neck to look up at her. "You’re *nothing*, Owen. Just a pretty face with a *useless* little dick. And now the whole camp’s gonna know it."

With that, Stacy grabbed his clothes and took off running, the others hot on her heels. Owen let out a furious scream and bolted after them, his tiny dick flopping with every step, his hands flailing as he tried to cover himself.

The chase was *glorious*.

The girls split up, dodging between cabins, their laughter ringing through the night. Owen, in his panic, tripped over a tree root and went sprawling, his naked ass hitting the dirt with a *thud*. By the time he scrambled up, they were already at their cabin, slamming the door shut behind them.

Owen pounded on the wood, his voice cracking. "*Give them back!* Please! *No one* can see me like this!"

Kaitlin pressed her mouth to the door. "There’s nothing to *see*, Owen!"

Brooke joined in. "Yeah! It’s like trying to spot a *mouse* in a snowstorm!"

Stacy cackled. "A *very* sad, *very* small mouse!"

Katie, still giggling, peeked out the window just in time to see the lights flick on in the cabin next door. Two girls poked their heads out, rubbing their eyes. "Owen? *Why* are you naked?"

Owen let out a squeak and *bolted*, his tiny dick bouncing as he disappeared into the darkness.

The cabin erupted in cheers.

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An hour later, the girls were still riding the high of their victory, sprawled across their bunks in various states of undress, the humid night air sticking to their skin. The revenge had been *perfect*—Owen would never live this down.

But as the laughter died down, something shifted.

Kaitlin rolled onto her side, propping her head up on her hand as she looked at Brooke. "You know… we *did* just see Owen completely naked."

Brooke smirked. "Yeah. And it was *hilarious*."

"But also…" Kaitlin’s gaze flicked to Katie, who was sitting on the edge of her bunk, her cheeks still flushed from laughing. "We’re all *here*. And we’re all… *hot*."

Stacy sat up, her eyes gleaming. "Ohhh, I *like* where this is going."

Katie’s breath hitched, but she didn’t look away. "You—you mean…?"

Kaitlin swung her legs off her bunk and stood, her body lithe and confident as she sauntered toward Katie. "I mean, we just humiliated the camp’s biggest player. Why *shouldn’t* we celebrate?" She reached out, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind Katie’s ear, her fingers lingering on the soft skin of her neck.

Brooke was off her bunk in an instant, pressing up behind Kaitlin, her hands sliding around her waist. "Fuck, I’ve been *dying* to touch you," she murmured against Kaitlin’s ear, her voice rough.

Stacy didn’t waste time. She was already stripping off her tank top, her tits bouncing free as she crawled onto Katie’s bunk, pushing the shy blonde back against the mattress. "C’mon, Katie. Let us *show* you how much better we are than Owen."

Katie’s lips parted, her breath coming faster as Stacy’s mouth crashed onto hers. The kiss was *filthy*—tongues tangling, teeth nipping, Stacy’s hands already sliding up under Katie’s shirt, palming her small, perky tits.

Kaitlin turned in Brooke’s arms, their mouths colliding as Brooke walked her backward until her legs hit the edge of Stacy’s bunk. Kaitlin fell onto the mattress, pulling Brooke down with her, their bodies twisting together as they kissed.

The cabin was a tangle of limbs and moans, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. Stacy had Katie’s shirt off, her mouth wrapped around one pink nipple while her fingers teased the other. Katie was *whimpering*, her back arching off the bed, her hands gripping Stacy’s hair.

Brooke broke away from Kaitlin long enough to yank her own shirt over her head, her tits heavy and full, her nipples hard. Kaitlin’s hands were *everywhere*—squeezing, pinching, her mouth trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down Brooke’s stomach until she was on her knees in front of her.

"Fuck, *yes*," Brooke gasped as Kaitlin’s tongue dragged over the waistband of her shorts before dipping beneath. Kaitlin hooked her fingers into the fabric and *tugged*, pulling Brooke’s shorts and panties down in one go.

Brooke’s pussy was *glistening*, her lips swollen and pink. Kaitlin didn’t hesitate—she dove in, her tongue spearing into Brooke’s wet heat, lapping at her like she was *starving*.

"*Oh fuck!*" Brooke’s hands flew to Kaitlin’s head, her hips rocking forward as Kaitlin’s tongue circled her clit before sucking it between her lips.

Across the cabin, Stacy had Katie’s shorts off, her fingers already buried inside her. "You’re *so* tight," Stacy groaned, curling her fingers just right, making Katie’s thighs tremble. "Fuck, I wanna *taste* you."

Katie nodded frantically, her voice breathless. "Please—*please*—"

Stacy didn’t need to be told twice. She was between Katie’s legs in an instant, her tongue dragging through Katie’s soaked folds before zeroing in on her clit. Katie cried out, her hands flying to Stacy’s head, her hips bucking up into her face.

The sounds filling the cabin were *obscene*—wet, sloppy kisses, the slick slide of fingers, the desperate moans of four girls losing themselves in each other.

Kaitlin pulled back just long enough to growl, "*Fuck*, Brooke, you taste *so good*," before diving back in, her fingers joining her tongue, pumping in and out of Brooke’s pussy as she sucked on her clit.

Brooke was *close*—her thighs were shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I’m gonna—*fuck*—I’m gonna *come*—"

Kaitlin doubled down, her tongue working *faster*, her fingers curling inside Brooke, hitting that *perfect* spot—

Brooke came with a *scream*, her pussy clenching around Kaitlin’s fingers, her juices flooding Kaitlin’s mouth. Kaitlin lapped up every drop, her own pussy *aching* with need.

Across the room, Katie was *there*—her back arched, her fingers tangled in Stacy’s hair as she rode her face, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. "*Fuck!* Stacy—*don’t stop*—!"

Stacy *didn’t* stop. She kept licking, kept sucking, drawing out Katie’s pleasure until the blonde was a trembling, boneless mess beneath her.

Kaitlin crawled up Brooke’s body, her lips crashing onto hers, letting Brooke taste herself on her tongue. Brooke groaned into the kiss, her hands sliding down to cup Kaitlin’s ass, pulling her closer.

"*My turn*," Brooke growled, flipping Kaitlin onto her back. She didn’t waste time—her mouth was on Kaitlin’s pussy in an instant, her tongue dragging through her folds before plunging inside.

Kaitlin *moaned*, her head falling back, her hands gripping the sheets. "*Fuck*, Brooke—*just like that*—"

Stacy, still buzzing from making Katie come, crawled over to them, her fingers trailing up Kaitlin’s stomach before pinching her nipples. Kaitlin gasped, her back arching as Brooke’s tongue *flicked* her clit.

"*Oh god*—*I’m gonna*—!"

Brooke *sucked* hard, her fingers driving into Kaitlin’s pussy, and Kaitlin *shattered*, her orgasm ripping through her, her juices coating Brooke’s chin.

The cabin was a mess of tangled sheets and sweat-slicked skin, the air thick with the scent of sex. The girls collapsed together, limbs entwined, hearts pounding.

Katie, still catching her breath, let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. "*That* was better than revenge."

Brooke grinned, pressing a kiss to Kaitlin’s shoulder. "Yeah. But Owen’s still gonna *cry* tomorrow when the whole camp finds out about his *micro* dick."

Kaitlin smirked. "And we’ll be here, *smiling*, knowing we got the *real* prize."

Stacy stretched, her body deliciously sore. "Damn right. Now who’s up for round two?"

The laughter that followed was *filthy*.

And outside, under the cover of darkness, Owen was still searching for his clothes.