>Be genderbent Scootaloo.
>"Ah cayn't believe it actually worked!" Applebuck hops and skips and dances a little jig as his fists pump enthusiastically through the air.
>You watch with a grin plastered across your face as half of your duo of best friends fails to control his excitement.
"You're telling me! I was SURE my uncles would say no, but here we are!"
>You gesture around at the seemingly endless rows of trees that line the dirt path you're currently following.
>Though the air is a tad humid, Sweet Apple Acres never looks more beautiful than the dead of summer.
>From beside you, Silver Bell pipes up as well, curly hair bouncing as his head shakes in disbelief.
>"Elusive must be more busy with his new boutique than I though… He barely acknowledged when I asked about the sleepover."
>You and Applebuck nod solemnly at that, but before long all three of you burst into laughter and dancing again.
>It's only a week or two into summer now, and this is your first chance to all spend a few days together being bros.
>The only problem was how unexpectedly difficult it had been to find a place to hold said sleepover.
 
>Normally, Sweet Apple Acres would be the easy choice, but an unexpected family emergency had pulled Applejack and Pappy Smith out of town for a few days.
>Elusive's boutique might have been an option, but the unicorn fashionista is rarely home as of late. His new boutique in Manehattan keeps him busy.
>And Pappy Smith refuses to let Buck spend any amount of time around your uncles because of… reasons.
>So a decision was made.
>The three of you would spend a few days together at Sweet Apple Acres under the watchful eye of Red Gala, Buck's older sister.
>Under the condition, of course, that none of you leave the apple family property and that you all help Gala with any farm chores she needs.
>You had groaned at the prospect, always considering yourself more of a sprinter than a heavy-lifter, but sacrifices must be made.
 
>You tilt your head quizically at Applebuck.
"So how does Red Gala feel about all this? We only heard about the plan from you."
>The red-haired boy waves his hand dismissively at you.
>"Gal? Ahhh she's fahn. 'S not lahk we're gonna be off on some crazy adventure or anythin'. We're stuck on the farm, remember?"
>The farm boy shrugs.
>"Besides, mah big sister keeps 'erself pretty busy with 'er chores. Ah doubt we'll see head'r'tail of 'er most o' the tahm."
>"Well... We ARE supposed to help her with those chores... Isn't that what Applejack told you?" Silver Bell's softer voice chimed in from the other side of you.
>"Maybe. But Gal usually works better alone. An' besahds..." Buck chuckles to himself as he points teasingly in your direction.
>"Ah'm sure she'll take one look at Scoots' puny lil arms and realize how little help we'll be."
"Hey!"
>You cry out indignantly, absently gripping your arms to your chest as your friends laugh.
>Sprinter, not a heavy-lifter.
 
>Finally, you arrive at the Apple family's doorstep.
>Buck leads the way as he hops up the front steps and swings open the screen door.
>"Ga-al! We're ho-ome!" He calls out in a sing-songy tone.
>"Hey y'all! Dinner soon! Don't mind me!" Replies the soft but resonant disembodied voice of Applebuck's older sister.
>The young farm boy hangs up his trusty red bandana  as he kicks off his boots just inside the door, and you and Silver follow suit.
>"Awright! We'll be up in mah room!"
>The three of you scamper up the creaking staircase as a familiar 'eeeyup' follows.
 
>Soon after, a knock at Buck's bedroom door causes you to look up from your position hanging upside down off the edge of the bed.
>The door creaks (everything in this house creaks) as the rose-tinted and orange-framed face of Red Gala peeks cautiously inside.
>"Food's ready. If'n y'all are hungry." Her voice has that usual timidness to it, and you pipe up out of some sort of instinct to reassure her.
"Yeah, thanks Gala! I'm starving!"
>The farm girl, a few years your senior, smiles warmly at that before disappearing behind the door.
>In a bound, you're up and making your own way through the door.
"Dibs on first plate!"
>"Hey!"
>"No fair!"
>You cackle mischievously the whole way downstairs.
>But your laughter catches in your throat as your round the doorframe into the kitchen.
 
>Your breath is completely stolen from your lungs by the goddess stood before you.
 
>Red Gala--your best friend's sister--the quiet girl who often enjoys occupying the unseen corner of the room--is stood there before you, bent over at her hips as she fishes tonight's dinner from the oven.
>And goodness gracious are they hips indeed.
>The older girl brings the steaming tray up to the counter, and the extent of her shapeliness is revealed.
>Clad in her typical attire of loose flannel and jeans, not even her modest clothing is enough to hide the curves.
>Shapely thighs lead into wide hips, and as she turns your eyes are drawn in two directions at once: up to the ample pair of orbs filling her shirt and down to the perfect curve of her posterior.
>This is not the Red Gala you remember, and you're suddenly aware of how little you've seen of the girl--no, young woman--over the last year.
>No one was surprised when the Apple family's first-born decided to ditch school and devote her time to the farm, but you find yourself wishing you'd seen more of her than the few occasions behind the wheel of the family pickup.
"Late bloomer…"
>You mumble dumbly, and her head whips around, finally aware of your presence.
>"Pardon?"
"N-nothing! I just-"
>You're cut off as two other teenaged bodies barrel into you at full sprint.
>In an instant, you find yourself tangled up with Buck and Silver Bell in the middle of the kitchen floor.
>"What the HAY, Scoots!" Comes Applebuck's pained groan. "Ya ain't gonna get first plate stood in the door lahk a log."
>You ignore your friend's complaining, rubbing at your aching head as you sit up.
>"Ya'll okay?" Gala's soft voice draws your attention once again, and you look up.
>Your gulp is surely audible.
>The older farm girl is leaning over you, eyes glancing worriedly between you and your friends.
>Your eyes, however, are drawn to the buttons of her flannel shirt as they strain desperately against the weight of her healthy bosom.
>You can practically hear the strings creaking.
"A-All good…"
>You stammer out meekly.
>She smiles at you, offering a hand to help you up.
>You take it, and the sight of her breasts pushing against her outstretched arm gets your blood pumping.
>Gala moves on to her brother and Silver, and you quickly smooth out your ruffled clothes (and adjust your shorts as best you can).
>"Come on now, klutzy boys." She teases, picking up the fresh food tray. "Let's eat up!"
>She makes her way into the dining room, and your eyes follow the whole way, locked onto the sway of her perfect curves.
>This is going to be quite the interesting summer.
 
----
 
>The last clean plate clatters against the stack as you store it away, drying your wet hands on the apron hung around your neck.
>You breathe a sigh.
>Dinner's done. Clean up's done.
>The boys didn't help with that, but you weren't really expecting any different.
>You chuckle softly to yourself, remembering the massive spill the trio had taken in their rush down to eat.
>Not even one evening on the farm and they're already causing mayhem.>Pappy and AJ had been worried for you when you agreed to play sitter, but you really weren't concerned.
>Despite their boundless energy and knack for causing mischief, Applebuck and his friends are good kids.
>And besides, your brothers are always teasing you over your more motherly instincts.
 
>With a yawn, you stretch your arms up and over your head, back cracking audibly as the breast of your flannel shirt bulges outward.
>Whelp, time for bed. Another long day of chores tomorrow.
>Not too long for you, of course. You didn't drop out of school to take over farm duties full time because it bored you after all.
>You flick off the lights and tiptoe upstairs, the ancient wood only softly creaking under your careful footsteps.
 
>Before retiring to your room, you peek through the open crack of Buck's bedroom door.
>Must have had a busy day of their own. All three of them are completely unconscious.
>Buck sprawled across his bed, Silver tucked neatly into his sleeping bag, and Scoot on a bean bag in one of his trademark topsy-turvy pretzel shapes.
>You frown at the sight of the young athlete.
>He'd seemed off today. Much more reserved than is typical for the rowdy boy.
>You feel a twinge of anxiety at the idea that something is troubling him.
>Maybe you could take the three of them out on some of your farm work tomorrow.
>You hadn't really intended to make good on their promise to help out with chores, but dragging the boys out with you could help you figure what's bothering Scooteroll.
>Or at least get his mind off it.
>You shut the door silently before continuing on to your room.
 
>Pulling your own door shut behind you, the loose flannel of your shirt is up and over your head without hesitation.
>Draping it neatly over your headboard, you set to extracting your… ample lower assets from their cage of faded denim.
>With some effort and a fair amount of shimmying, you're finally more comfortable.
>A thin white tank top secures your ample chest, showing a sliver of midriff before the pair of simple black panties currently riding up into your nethers.
>Absently straightening your undergarments into a more comfortable position, you crawl into bed.
>Before long, your eyes are tugged shut under their own weight, and you drift off in the midst of your mental checklist of tomorrow's workload.
 
----
 
>Your stiff bones crackle like a fistful of bubble wrap as you stretch, all four limbs spilling off of your bean bag perch.
>Yawning deeply, you look over at your still sleeping friends.
>Silver Bell snoozes peacefully inside his designer sleeping bag, while Applebuck snores like a grizzly bear in a pile of his own bedsheets.
>The room is dim, though you can see some early morning light trickling through the curtains.
>Blinking the last of the sleep from your eyes, you crawl out of your bean bag nest.
>A few more stretches limber up the tight muscles in your arms and back as you slip out of the room.
>You really should get some better sleeping habits.
 
>The house is quiet. Something you could never quite get used to.
>The solitude out here in Sweet Apple Acres is completely different from your more suburban home.
>That familiar creaking of wood echoes off the faded wallpaper as you trudge downstairs, and soon you've entered the kitchen again.
>People are often surprised at how much food you manage to pack away compared to your size, but the regime your mentor Blitz has you on makes the calories a must.
>Breakfast is always the first thing on your mind.
>Not feeling like cooking, you prepare yourself to have a nice bowl of cereal or five, but a neon-colored sticky note slapped to the door of the fridge catches your eye.
>'Left some breakfast in the fridge. Back in an hour or two. - Gal <3'
>You marvel at that.
>It never ceases to amaze you how much genuine work Red Gala puts into everything she does.
>Your thoughts of her drift into quite different territory, however, as you recall the events of the previous evening.
>"Oowee! Ah hope she left us those delicious melons!"
>You nearly jump clean out of your skin as Applebuck materializes next to you, eagerly swinging open the refrigerator door.
"M-melons?"
>You stammer out, warmth flushing your face.
>Applebuck pulls out a covered plate of fresh-cut fruit, tilting his head quizzically at you.
>"Yeah! Gal always makes these smoothies with fruit from 'er personal garden. Whah? Don't lahk melon?"
>You hesitate, but shake your head in an attempt to defuse the situation.
"N-nah. I'm more of a berry kind of guy."
>"Suit yerself." He shrugs.
 
>Later, once the two of you were able to eat and pry Silver Bell from his cozy cocoon, you all find yourself lounging about the farmhouse's front porch.
>You absently chuck bits of gravel down the driveway from your seat on the bottom step as Buck and Silver try to make plans for the day.
>"Well, we're a little behind on our backlog of films for the CMC." Your curly-haired friend reminds.
>"Sure, but we can do homework for the Movie Club any ol' tahm. Ah say it's a perfect day t' head down t' the creek for some swimmin!"
>You perk up at that, supremely aware of the sweat beading on your forehead out in this muggy summer heat.
"My vote's for getting outta this heat and into some water!"
>You chime in.
"Besides, it's not like the AC here is all that great…"
>The others nod in agreement at that, Buck looking apologetic.
>"Awright. That's 2-to-1 in favor of a day at the creek! Sorry, Silver Bell…"
>The boy shrugs.
>"Eh. I'm really okay with either."
>Eager to get some relief from the tapioca air, you leap onto your feet.
"To the creek!"
>"Nnnnope!" Interjects a familiar voice.
>You all look up to find Gala making her way up the drive toward you, a couple of empty buckets hanging from a rod braced across her shoulders.
>She's sweaty, and looking not a little disheveled, but the loose-fitting shirt hanging off of one shoulder gives you more than enough to appreciate.
>"Mornin'!" She calls cheerily. "Ah hate t' mess up yer plans, but Ah could use a hand with wranglin' the chickens. If ya'll could help out Ah'd really appreciate it."
>She gives a sweet smile that sends your heart fluttering, but Applebuck is unfazed.
>"Cayn't it wait till tomorrow?" He groans. "We were gonna go swmmin down at the creek!"
>She shakes her head firmly at that, brow slightly furrowed.
>It'd almost be intimidating if she didn't look so stunning.
>"Ya'll made a promise, remember? Anyway, if ya help me get it done fast enough, Ah'll take ya down t' the creek mahself."
>She gives another warm smile, obviously happy with the compromise, and her brother sighs.
>"Fahn…"
 
>The henhouse is a war zone.
>Red Gala failed to mention the exact reasoning behind her need for help. That reasoning being a flock of temperamental chickens.
>You spend an unholy amount of time wrestling with the birds, and your friends have an endless amount of fun teasing you for the feathers woven into your hair and how much you resemble the demon fowl.
"C'mon, guys. That joke's like 7 years old."
>Finally, you each manage to fill a bucket with the precious eggs, and Red Gala seems satisfied with your efforts as she inspects them.>"Great work y'all! Ah'll get these back up t' the barn while y'all get ready to swim!"
>You all cheer in unison, and turn back toward the house, but Gala stops you.
>"Hold up, Scoots! Mind carryin' this extra bucket? The uneven weight is a killer on mah back…"
>She arches her spine as if to demonstrate, and you find it extremely hard to keep your eyes from drifting to her bulging chest.
"Uh… sure… No problem!"
>You wave goodbye to your friends before hoisting up the last bucket and trudging up the hill after Gala.
 
>You follow in silence for a while, watching the older girl's hips sway as she walks.
>With her arms raised to balance the carrying poll, her flannel shirt rides up ever so slightly, giving you a tantalizing peek at the fare skin of her lower back.
>On one side, a good couple inches of her waist is visible, and you make a point of counting the pale freckles dotting her soft skin.
>Absently gnawing at your lip in a mesmerized stupor, you jump at the sound of her voice as she finally breaks the silence.
>"Thanks for helpin' out today, Scooteroll. It's mighty kind of you."
>Her voice is husky from the effort of climbing the hill, and you can't help a tingle running down your spine.
"No… No problem! You're stuck looking after us after all."
>"Well, no problem there either! Ah'm just happy to help you boys enjoy yer summer."
>There she goes again. Always so considerate.
>"You are enjoying yerself, right?"
>She sounds concerned.
"Sorry?"
>She glances back at you, and you make sure to look everywhere but the vicinity of her backside.
>"You just seemed a little down at dinner last night. Makin' sure yer alright, is all."
>Another warm smile, and you do your best to return.
"Oh, right. Thanks Gala, but I'm fine! No need to worry about me."
>She gives you a skeptical look, but relents with a nod.
 
>You finally make it up to the barn, and Gala leads you inside.
>With a grunt, she squats to safely place the egg buckets.
>Good heavens, an ass has never looked so good.
>What are those jeans even made of?!
>She stands and stretches, giving you a perfect view of her many curves.
>Meanwhile, you just stand dumbly with the bucket still clasped in your hands.
>"Oh, sorry!" She chirps, though your stupefied state us entirely your own fault.
>"Just put it down next t' mine. Thanks for yer help, Scoots! Really."
>She ruffles your mess of hair as she smiles.
>"Ya can head on down t' the creek with the others now. Tell 'em Ah'll be along as soon as Ah finish here."
>You carefully place the bucket as she sets to work sorting the eggs, but hesitate before leaving.
"Sure you don't need any more help?"
>The older girl looks back at your with that same warm smile, but she shakes her head.
>"Yer too sweet. Nah, Ah can handle this. Y'all go enjoy yerself."
>She shoos you off with a free hand, and you're quick to oblige.
 
----
 
>You wipe the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand as you make your away through the rows of apple trees you call home.
>Though there's certainly more work to be done around the farm, it's a rare day when you actually complete EVERY little task and errand.
>Besides, it's a humid day, and you did sort of promise the boys that you'd go to the creek with them.
 
>The orchard is a lot more dense and overgrown this far out.
>Only so much upkeep can be expected when it's only yourself and your siblings looking after the trees.
>Before long, you hear the jovial sounds of splashing and young male voices.
>Brushing aside the thick foliage, you step out into a wide open clearing.
>A dense trickline gives the appearance of leafy walls encircling the tranquil space.
>A gently babbling stream splits the clearing, and lush grass forms a strikingly soft carpet along the shoreline.
>As you approach, Silver Bell notices you first and calls out a greeting.
>You wave cheerfully as your brother pipes up too.
 
>"There ya are, sis! We were startin' t' wonder if ya'd decided not t' come swim."
>You shake your head at that, stepping up to the water but gesturing at your obvious lack of swimwear.
>"No swimmin' fer me. Just gonna get mah toes wet."
>You chuckle, stooping to roll up the cuffs of your jeans.
>Applebuck finds it decidedly less humorous.
>"Whaaaat?" He cries in disbelief. "What's the point in comin' out here if you ain't gonna enjoy the water?"
"Ah am enjoyin' it."
>You retort, lowering yourself onto a nearby rock and dangling your legs into the cool gentle current.
>The temperature--a relief from the heat without being too cold--combined with the feeling of the water lapping at your sore feet feels heavenly.
>You really should consider a massage from that spa AJ's friend is always recommending.
>Applebuck is still grumbling to himself, obviously annoyed, but you cast him a stern look.
>Even if you were to join them, your brother knows full well that you don't have any proper swimming attire at the moment.
>You've never been a particularly fashion-oriented person, and the vast majority of your wardrobe has been in your possession since... ever.
>Unfortunately, that presents a bit of a problem lately for anything designed to be form-fitting.
>Your... developments over the last year have rendered many such things a little undersized.
>No, you're content to just relax while the boys have their fun.
 
>That's when Scooteroll chimes in.
 
>"C-come on, Gala! We just wanted you to join in on the fun..."
>You look to the young athlete with mild surprise.
>Were they really so interested in having you join in?
>You suppose you have been pretty absent today.
>Besides the few hours you made them tussle with the chickens.
>You ponder for a moment, but finally relent with a good-natured sigh.
"Well when ya put it that way..."
 
>You stand with a mock roll of your eyes before getting to work on your shirt buttons.
>It's a bit of a slow process, but that's to be expected when you pretty much wear nothing but flannels.
>It does take long enough to leave you feeling a little awkward however, the boys looking up at you expectantly.
>Finally, you shrug the loose-fitting cloth from your shoulders.
>The increase in exposed skin from your flimsy white tank top already has you feeling less overheated, but you quickly drop your hands to your belt in an attempt to expedite the process of getting yourself water bound.
>Unclasped and unzipped, you perform a quick shimmying dance to free yourself from the worn work jeans.
>You've never been more happy with your modest choice in underwear.
>Though a more flimsy material, your black panties probably do a better job of covering the essentials than a lot of bikinis.
>Kicking your pants off to the side, you shiver slightly, more at the feeling of the air on your bare legs than any actual chill.
>Not wasting any more time, you hop out onto the edge of your rock and cannonball into the water.
 
>It feels fantastic.
>You might be tempted to thank the boys for pressuring you if you weren't sure it'd go to Buck's head.
>You breach the surface with a gasp, laughing as you toss your orange locks back out of your face.
"Woowee! That feels nice!"
>Applebuck and Silver Bell cheer in response, devolving into a raucous battle of splash warfare.
>Scooteroll, on the other hand, remains off to the side with scarcely more than his eyes above the rippling water.
>His eyes are locked on you, but when he notices your attention he seems to do everything in his power to avert them.
>You tilt your head at the younger boy, beginning to wade toward him.
"Y'all alright, Scoo-"
>That's when you notice the bright, burning blush radiating from his tanned cheeks.
 
>Oh.
 
>Oh my.
 
>You faulter in your approach, ripples of water cascading off your chest from the sudden loss of momentum.
>The boy's eyes widen at the sight of your likely surprised expression.
>"U-uh... Yeah! E-everything's fine!"
>He shuffles in place, disturbing the water himself with the movement of his thin shoulders.
>"Just a little... cold."
>What a terrible liar.
>His face looks practically feverish right now.
>Thinking on your feet, you bend your legs slightly, allowing the water to support you as you drop down till only your head and shoulders breach the creek's surface.
>For his sake, obviously.
>Nothing for him to avoid looking at now, right?
 
>You glance over at the other boys.
>Buck and Silver are still having a blast, thus far oblivious to anything happening over here.
>When you turn back, Scoots has somehow managed to sink even further, only soft purple eyes and the rosy hue of his cheeks visible.
>He looks dejectedly into the water as he blows bubbles from beneath.
 
>All at once, it hits you.
>You understand now why Scooteroll has been acting so strangely.
 
>You feel a bit of warmth seep into your own face.
>You've never really been one to pay much attention to your own appearance, but it seems this young athlete has been doing it for you.
>Now, you're not stupid.
>Obviously you have developed a drastically different figure than you had even a year ago, but the potential effects of that had been lost on you.
>Till this very moment, when a boy in the prime of puberty has been rendered catatonic by the sight of your body in more clothes than even a standard bikini.
 
>You can't help but smile a little, but you try to keep it hidden for the sake of Scoots' dignity.
>Probably best to get his mind off it.
>You perk up suddenly, flashing the boy a glowing smile.
>"Well, let's get warmed up! Race ya t' the rapids!"
>With that, you thrust an arm out through the water, splashing a sizeable wave into his face before kicking off upstream.
 
----
 
>You jerk backward, coughing and spluttering as a wall of water colides with your unsuspecting face.
>You barely register the words as Red Gala issues her challenge and rockets off through the water.
>You spend a moment in confused, stupified motionlessness.
>But you've been trained well.
>There's no resisting a challenge.
 
>It's hard to focus on swimming well.
>You're painfully aware of the water's drag on the rigid mass currently protruding from your pelvis, and then view assaulting your eyes doesn't exactly help in calming the problem.
>Just ahead, past the splashing of her kicking legs, the shapely behind of your friend's older sister is clearly displayed.
>Auburn afternoon light causes the moisture to sparkle across the curved flesh, and you nearly collapse beneath the water at the realization of exactly how far that cannonball had driven the black panties up into the cleft of her behind.
>She slows for a moment, looking back at your slow progress.
>"Too slow, Scoots! Ah expected a bit more from you..."
>Her green eyes sparkle mischievously.
 
>Challenge.
>Accepted.
 
>Previous awkward thoughts momentarily forgotten, you throw yourself full tilt into the race.
>The cheerful ringing of her laughter reaches your ears, and you see the water fly as she takes off with renewed gusto of her own.
>Kick, stroke, kick, stroke.
>You've trained your whole life for this.
>Risking a glance up, you realize how little ground you've gained.
>Farm work muscles translate rather well to swimming, it turns out.
>Seeing the tall boulders signifying the rapids approaching, you make a call.
>With a powerful kick off the creekbed, you dive forward toward Gala, your hand connecting with ankle and gripping tightly.
>With a comical roar, you pull with all your might, hearing a shrill cry of alarm from the older girl before you both go under.
 
>With a coughing gasp, you thrust your head through the surface, eyes shut tight against the water cascading off you.
>"Now that wasn't very sportsmanlahk!"
>Gal's voice has a mock stern tone, but you clearly hear the laughter in her words.
>You laugh along with her, rubbing the water from your eyes.
"No witnesses. No one will believe yo-"
>The air catches in your throat as your eyes open.
>A mere foot or two in front of you, Gala stands up from the water.
>Her superior height leaves the water level with her waist.
>And her white tank top has ridden up as if attempting to grab her by the throat.
>Leaving, at your eye level and clad only in a thin black bra, her considerable pair of breasts.
 
>Noticing your hesitation, the older girl stops from brushing her soaking hair back and looks down at you quizzically.
>"What's th' matter, sugarcu-"
>Her eyes follow your gaze down, and she utters a simple 'oh', expressionless in her shock.
 
"I'm so sorry!"
>You cry out, ripping your eyes and head and really entire being away.
>You turn your back to her, trying to rescue some semblance of her dignity.
>It's quiet for several moments, no words or any sounds at all coming from behind you.
 
>"Nothin' t' apologize for."
>Her voice is nonchalant, cheerful even.
>Sorry?
>Had you not just completely exposed her?
>It was an accident, sure.
>And you remind yourself that she wasn't COMPLETELY exposed.
>If only...
>NO!
>Her dignity!
"But I, um... Your shirt..."
>Your voice is shaky, face once again scalding hot.
>"Ah'm sure it was an accident." She laughs.
>"Otherwise you must be be quite the mastermahnd."
>You chuckle a bit at that.
"Yeah... Sorry."
>You hear her give one of those strained sighs that people do when they stretch.
>Assuming she must have made herself decent by now, you turn back to-
>And the tits are still equally uncovered.
>Your eyes jerk straight down to inspect your own reflection in the water.
"S-sorry! I thought... Y'know..."
>You realize you can still see her reflection as well in your peripheral, and you see her shrug.
>"Ain't like you haven't already seen it. Or should Ah say them?" She giggles, and you realize you've never heard that sound come from her.
>It's cute.
>You keep your eyes down, however.
>A few more moments of silence before she breaks it again.
>"Besahds... Ah reckon it's only natural t' be curious."
 
>You stare at her with wide eyes, the soft blush on her cheeks making your head spin.
"You…"
>"There ya'll are!"
>The voice of Applebuck crashes onto the scene like a stone through glass.
>Red Gala's arms shoot up like lightning to cover her exposed chest, and you momentarily glimpse the soft flesh pressing into and spilling over her arms before she drops with a splash.
>Up to her neck in the water, any indecency is sufficiently obscured.
>Her face looks to be as burning a shade of red as yours feels.
 
"H-Hey! Found us!"
>You call back, trying to appear as casual as possible as you turn to meet your friend.
>Silver Bell wades into view just behind Applebuck, and you breathe a sigh of relief at the cheerful expressions on their faces.
>Looks like they didn't see or suspect anything.
>"What're y'all up to?" Buck asks. "We saw ya take off like a couple o' crazy salmon and weren't sure if ya were comin' back."
>"We were just racin' t' the rapids."
>You look back at the sound of Gala's voice.
>She seems to have recomposed herself, shirt correctly positioned and blush faded to a barely noticeable pink glow.
>Buck chuckles at that.
>"Who won?"
>Gala locks eyes with you, the corner of her mouth turning up every so slightly.
>"Ah'd say Scoots definitely won."
 
----
 
>You float absently through the water as your friends continue… whatever they happen to be doing.
>It's hard to motivate yourself to be social right now, thoughts of Gal and her magnificent cans clouding your brain.
>Luckily, she is a lot more level-headed than you.
>While you had practically locked up upon Applebuck's intrusion into your risqué encounter, the older girl played it off with skilled ease.
>Your friends had lost interest soon after that, and so here you are.
>You splash a hand idly through the water.
>You don't know how much of this situation your mind (and body) can take.
>This was supposed to be a fun little 'vacation' with your friends, but you'd hardly focused on them in these first two days.
>You sigh.
>"What's wrong, sugarcube?"
>Suddenly Red Gala is there, water lapping at her strong shoulders as she float around you.
>She fixes you with a warm smile, but you don't meet her emerald gaze.
"It's nothing…"
>You mutter, trying to avoid any unnecessary thoughts or other activities relating to this awkward and frustrating series of events.
>She just giggles at that, and you nearly jump out of your skin when she moves toward you suddenly.
>You feel warmth press into your pelvis and lower abdomen.
>That's when you notice something missing.
>The smooth skin of Gala's shoulder and chest are clearly visible, the soaking white tank top no longer protecting any bit of her modesty.
>Only thin bra straps disrupt
>And all of that immodest flesh is pressing blissfully against you.
>The breath catches in your throat.
>You think to look over at your friends, but your eyes are locked in place.
>The look in Gala's eyes can only be described in one word:
>Hunger.
>She reaches up to place a gentle hand on your chest.
>"Not upset over gettin' interrupted?"
>She shimmies in place, soft skin practically scalding every time it makes contact with yours.
>You open your mouth to speak, but your throat feels like a desert.
>Gala's lips twist into a mischievous smile.
>"Thought so."
>Not breaking eye contact, she slides her hand painfully slowly down your front.
>Nails drag across your skin, and finally it disappears beneath the rippling water.
 
>A moment of quiet, and you feel a warm, probing finger hook into the waistband of your trunks.
 
>"Whoops." She whispers in a sultry voice, and a firm tug rips your swimsuit down to your knees.
>Your manhood slaps upwards against the underside of her firm breasts, and you're a little surprised by how painfully hard you've already become.
>You gasp as the impact causes the tender orbs to quake, and Gala coos softly through pursed lips.
>"Oooo… Someone's feelin' happy…"
>Her breath is hot against your skin.
>Every muscle in your body tenses as you feel fingers brush gently against your aching shaft, and Gala's half-lidded eyes burn into you as she angles the head up into her cleavage.
>Her teeth drag over her bottom lip as she breathes sharply.
>"Fuck mah tits, Scooteroll."
 
>"Scoots, wake up!"
>With an involuntary snort, you jerk upwards.
>Gal is gone, the creek is gone, the delicious pillowy breasts are gone.
>You blink several times, taking in the sights of Applebuck's room before your eyes fall on the farm boy himself.
"Uh… Morning?"
>"Pffft! Barely! Everyone's been up fer ages! We thought ya mahght've passed in yer sleep!"
>He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.
>"C'mon. Gal made us save some breakfast for ya."
>You nod, calling an affirmation after your friend as he retreats back downstairs.
>With a sigh, you look down at yourself, removing the thin blanket from your lap to reveal the aching tent in your shorts.
 
>You are really starting to hate this summer.