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"Wait!" Diana cried? "Who's gonna look after the kids?"

Both Martin and Diana hung their heads in defeat. They had been left at Camp Clearwater while the real counselors had their memories 'adjusted'.

"This sucks." Martin whined.

"Who are you telling? I was going to spend summer vacation working on my manuscript, ALONE! MEANING NO MARTIN! UGH!" Diana yelled, balling her fists up in frustration.

The campers came running up to the trio, all trying to talk over each other. "Can we sleep out in the woods again, Martin?"

"Can we go swimming?"

"Can we eat?"

Java turned to Diana and Martin. "Java hungry" he said, grabbing his stomach.

"Yeah, Jav. Good idea, I'm kinda starved myself." Martin replied.

With that, Java turned and headed to the mess hall to get started on dinner.

"Ok, guys, everyone go get showers and get ready for dinner in about, uh, an hour?" Diana had a little experience with camp, although it was from many years ago. In her teen years, she had found things she enjoyed more during the summer than hokey camp activities. Most of them being education related, but this summer was supposed to be devoted to her writing.

Martin placed his hand on her shoulder. "Cheer up, Di. It's not like you had any actual plans for the next month."

"All these sarcastic cracks at my expense are exactly why I didn't want to be with you this summer. I don't want to be here anymore than you do, so why can't we just get through this without the constant bickering, please?" Di pleaded.

"Sorry sis. I'm just upset since my vacation was supposed to be full of hot girls in bikinis and parties on the beach. "

The step-siblings made their way to their cabins. Now instead of being in charge of only 2 campers each, they were each in charge of 6. They broke apart at the steps to their cabins.

"See ya at dinner, Di!" Martin called.

He was disappointed, but the kids seemed to be cool. The boys, at least. They liked hearing his stories of creatures from the center, and he liked feeling like a big brother. They looked up to him, you know? He had to keep up the morale, even if Diana the Grumpster didn't. He didn't know why she was so upset; she could still work on her stupid novel. He was the one missing out on bikinis and surfing and sand. Did he mention bikinis?

He stripped off his dirty shirt, threw it on the bed and grabbed a towel and some soap and shampoo. Heading out to the showers, he looked across the path and saw Diana in the window of their cabin. He was about to turn the corner of his own cabin when he saw her lift the bottom of her shirt up and pull it over her head. Before he realized what was happening, he saw her hands reach back to the clasp on her bra. The straps fell down her arms and she shrugged it off, freeing her breasts. Her skin was pale and creamy with dark pink buds perfectly taut. Jesus, what was he doing? Spying on his step sister like this. Thankfully there was no one else out here; everyone was already in the showers. He didn't want anyone else seeing her. Or him, since part of his anatomy didn't seem to care that she was his step sister. She reached for a towel and wrapped it around, under her arms and headed for the door. He turned the corner and jogged back to the showers before she could see him.

"Whew, close call there, Martin Mystery," he mumbled to himself. Jeez, been here 1 day and I'm already turning into some kind of pervert, he thought as he found an empty shower stall in the bath cabin.