Chapter If the Camper is Rocking, Don’t Come A-knocking
“Want to come over for dinner?” James asked as she nuzzled into his chest.
“It’s not quite Toronto standards but it’s getting there,” Daphne opined.
James let out a huff, smacking her bare ass and growling.
“Might as well. You’ll need that stamina for later.” Daphne gave him a quick kiss and jumped out of the bed.
James lay there, seeing down the length of the camper as she sauntered away.
The thrill of her bare skin being admired by James’s equally naked self made her look back, lust in her eyes once more. She let out a giggle and moved to the shower, turning the water on.
“You should get a bigger shower!” James said through the door.
“Oh, why’s that?” Daphne opened the door as she stared at James.
“Be more room.” James winked and gave her that big smile of his.
“Hmm, that could be fun.” She smiled and jumped into the shower.
***
The sun was starting to descend when Daphne and James left the camper and headed up to the cabin. Daphne felt a bit self-conscious, looking around to see whether anyone would say anything. It didn’t seem that they all cared that much. Instead, there were a few winks and cheers from the mother and father duo who were getting their kids ready for supper.
The partiers were all in various states of recovery, with a few asleep on the floating dock island that was in the middle of the bay.
Paul was working on some kind of mechanical gadget.
“Morning, or is it afternoon?” Paul said, a knowing look on his face as he grinned.
James hit him on the shoulder as Daphne blushed, adjusting her hair.
They entered the cabin, where Cathy was reading a book.
“Jeez, James. I can smell you from here. Go take a damn shower!” Cathy threw a cushion at him.
“How did you know?” James asked.
“A cousin always knows!” Cathy announced, looking to Daphne and winking as she took off her glasses and put down her book.
“Go, I’ll be fine,” Daphne said.
“No blackmail,” James warned Cathy and headed off into the bedrooms.
“Drink? Water? Iced tea?” Cathy said.
“Iced tea, please.” Daphne followed Cathy into the kitchen.
“Quite a catch, that one.” Cathy smiled to Daphne.
“That he is,” Daphne said.
“Been a long time since he found someone he was interested in. He might not say it, but I think he likes you a lot.” Cathy handed her a glass.
“Thanks.” Daphne took a sip.
“So, do you play cornhole?” Cathy asked.
“Excuse me?” Daphne said, nearly spitting out her iced tea.
Cathy laughed at Daphne’s stunned look. “Someone’s got a dirty mind! It’s a game. You have beanbags and throw them at an upraised wood target and try to get it in the hole. One point if it’s on the board, five if you get it through the hole. First to fifteen wins.”
“Oh, no, I haven’t,” Daphne said.
“Good. Then James can teach you. Now that we’ve got four people here, we can have a good game of it!”
“What are the two of you conspiring over?” Paul, covered in grease, came in through the front door and moved for the counter.
“Cornhole,” Cathy said, making sure to avoid him.
“Oh?” Paul moved closer to her, with his grimy hands casually at his sides.
“Don’t you come any closer, Paul!” Cathy warned. Her voice rose as Paul rushed her. She jumped and her iced tea spilled as Paul put a streak of grease on her cheek.
“Y-you!” she sputtered as Paul quickly kissed her and ran for the stairs.
“Get all of that grime off you! You’re worse than the boys!” Cathy yelled at his retreating back.
Daphne smiled, seeing that Cathy was already planning her revenge as she watched Paul leaving.
“He’s almost as bad as the kids.” Cathy sighed, moving to the counter, a smile on her face as she looked to remove the grease.
“Kids?” Daphne asked.
“We’ve got two boys, Kyle and Adrian—troublemakers, the pair of them!” Cathy seemed to be complaining but Daphne could see the clear love in her eyes.
“Where are they?
“Off at some nature camp. We thought that little Julia might be bored of it after some time but she’s still in there, raising terror with the two of them,” Cathy laughed. “It let’s Erik get a break from work and having to care after her by himself,”
Daphne was about to ask about Julia when James came down the stairs.
“All right, food?” he asked.
“Your mom raised you well.” Cathy sighed and then waved her towel. “First you need to teach Daphne how to play cornhole. I’ve already got pasta and salad sorted out.”
“Thanks, Cath,” James said.
“The things I do for family,” Cathy muttered.
James laughed and grabbed Daphne’s hand. “Don’t think that we’ll go easy on you just because you made the food,” James said.
“Amateur! You think you can win against the great Lowski couple!” Cathy said.
“Woo-hoo!” Paul’s yell came from upstairs.
“See what I have to deal with?” James asked with a sad look at Daphne.
“Hey!” Cathy said in a hurt tone.
James knew all of her ploys and walked out of the door. He pulled out the boards and set them up. “It’s pretty easy—get the bag in the hole or on the wood.”
Daphne pursed her lips. Since she’d been around James, it seemed her immature side had come out as she thought his words sounded kind of suggestive.
James didn’t notice as he threw his bean bag, landing it on the wood. “You give it a shot.”
Daphne tried, launching it well past. She had a look of concentration on her face as she adjusted and started getting on target. She quickly ran out of bean bags. “Just like less alcohol-friendly beer pong.”
James let out a cough. “Western.”
“Dick.” She elbowed him and walked over to grab the bean bags.
James let out a whistle as she bent over.
“You okay back there?”
“Just taking in the view. Does seem to be my new catchphrase.” James winked.
Daphne shook her head and then reached down again, making sure he had the best angle to enjoy the view.
James let out a cough as she stood back up and gave him a knowing look.
James saw the joy she took in teasing him. “You’ll pay for that later,” James promised.
“I’m looking forward to it.” She launched the bean bag and put it through the hole on the opposite board.
***
James and Daphne shot flirty banter back and forth as they competed against each other to get Daphne used to the game.
Cathy opened the door with force as she strode out the door. “Ready for an ass whooping?” She stared at James.
“I got beer—do you guys want one?” Paul asked, taking the wind out of her sails.
“Please,” Daphne said.
“Up high,” James said.
Paul tossed James a beer and went over to give Daphne the other beer.
“Can’t get any good teammates these days,” Cathy said before Paul gave her a beer. “Thanks, hon.” She smiled.
James moved over to where Daphne was. “Ready?”
“Born ready,” she shot back, her competitive spirit ignited.
“Might as well be kind to start.” James grabbed the bean bags and tossed half of them back.
“Brave words.” Paul smiled as he grabbed the bean bags, passing half to Cathy.
She went first, tossing and missing.
“So close, but yet so far.” James sighed in commiseration.
“Stuff it, nerd boy,” Cathy said.
Daphne and Paul couldn’t help but laugh. The two cousins were a class act.
Daphne got into the game but they lost the first round.
Cathy held her forefinger and thumb like an L on her forehead. “Oh sorry, what was that—did you just lose?” she asked, shocked.
“Calm it, Lowski.” James looked to Daphne. “You’ve got this.”
Daphne tossed the bean bag, nailing the hole.
“Nice!” They high-fived. The rounds continued, with the boards getting littered with bean bags hanging around the edge of the board and hole.
James hit the bag just right, sending in one that was hanging at the edge of the hole and his own in, gaining them ten points.
“Yes!” Daphne said, now fully into the game as she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him.
“We should win more often.” James laughed.
“We can’t go and let these Torontonians win,” Paul said, patting Cathy’s back.
“Too right!” she said as they began the next round.
“Damn!” Paul yelled as Daphne won their last game.
“Four-three. You guys want to go best of nine?” James asked.
“After dinner.” Cathy sighed, before putting on a smile to show she wasn’t actually annoyed. “Good game.”
They shook hands as they went back in for food.