Skeet once again returned his gaze to the younger sister. Faith: such a wonderful name, for she was an angel with long blonde hair. Skeet imagined she had eyes as blue as heaven, as he watched the innocent way Faith slipped the gold cross back and forth on the chain around her neck. Faith slid off the pick up's hood and pondered the lake full of skinny dippers.
Oh, damn, was she giving up and joining the rest? Something about her, so pure and wholesome, Skeet felt terrible for drooling. Well, that was a god damn lie, he’d’ve liked nothin’ more than to show her a thing or two in the bed of that Ford, but the good part of him told him to knock it off and it was better if she kept her clothes on.
“I’m walkin’ home,” Faith yelled at her sister.
Skeet shook his head. Oh well, Faith had been a pipe dream. His eyes drifted to Hope. Her long slender legs and red curls were wholesome, but not as pure and unsullied as Faith. He'd heard rumors Hope wasn't a virgin, but no proof. She was a long shot.
Skeet wandered to the edge of the water and spotted Charity. Yes, he'd known Charity since grade school. The girl who couldn't say no. He shucked off his shorts and dived in. Worst case, he was in with a chance of a pity fuck.
Opening: Angela Robbins....Continuation: anon