The Mattress Camp

Harold's wife came in with a large plate of canapés and cold beer. She left immediately because her daughter was alone in the apartment. Jolinka, who liked to drink a beer once in a while, sat in the middle of the men and they toasted. Leon turned up the sound of the television again.

They hadn't noticed how the time had passed. Only Tigger noticed it by its hunger. When it stuck its little head out of her blouse and cried for milk, they all felt better and took care of the kitten.

The risk-taking Kilian ran to the car to get a packet of cat's milk. When he returned, he held up his hand and mimed a resistance fighter. Tigger was handed over to Timur. To see it slurping milk made them smile. Leon, the alpha male of the group, determined, "Enough TV, I'm going to turn it off; and we're going to build a sleeping landscape."

Jo knocked on Harold's door, who had nothing new to post on the website. Together with Leon, he fetched a mattress from his apartment, which they put in Jolinka's office.

The visitors made a rectangular sleeping landscape out of the cushions from the seating group, and what they had received in pillows and blankets. They had mastered this from their time together at boarding school. The result provided enough space for four people to lie side by side. It looked quite cozy.

Jolinka was freshening up in the restroom. When she came out, wearing only panties and her blouse, to go to her sleeping place in the office, Timur called out to her.

"I am not dressed appropriately!" she shouted back.

"It's okay, there's no light on here, just the blue light coming from outside. Come on, it'll be worth it."

Carefully, Jolinka went to the mattress camp and knelt at the short side. Leon lay furthest away, Benedict in front of him, then Kilian, and right in front of her, Timur. And, on his chest, little Tigger walked around; a bit thin and disheveled, but in good shape.

"Oh how nice," laughed Jolinka. Tigger sniffed Timur's chest hair and put its little bottom on the white undershirt. It looked so cute as Jolinka stroked the kitten. Jo smiled at Timur.

"Would you like to sleep with us?" the asked gently.

Jolinka looked at him in irritation.

"There is enough space and we can be together," Timur stated, as he looked her firmly in the eyes.

"No way," Jolinka said, startled, "Good night!". She got up and ran into the office where she was supposed to sleep. It was bathed in blue light, and an orange warning light flickered in. She remarked that they must have brought her a mattress from a crib, as it was much too small. She curled up and closed her eyes. It was cold, cramped, and uncomfortable. The lights made her nervous.

There was a knock. She sighed and called out, "Yes?"

Kilian came in, wearing boxer shorts and a black T-shirt. He sat down next to her on the floor. "I want to repeat Timur's offer. It's really nice in the sleeping area; better than your little mattress. Come join us, we're all good, and we like you. Nothing will happen that you don't want to."

"You don't give up easily, do you?" Jolinka noted.

"I'm the rebel off the family," Kilian stroked her cheek, "please come."

Jolinka struggled with herself.

"I'm sure Tigger would sleep much better..." Kilian said, winking and grinning.

"Nothing happens that I don't want to happen?"

"I promise. I'll take care of you."

Jo stood up, Kilian as well. He took her by the hand and brought her to his cousins. Tigger lay above Timur's head in its microfiber crib and slept. Jolinka lay down between Timur and Kilian. They helped her to get comfortable.

Timur pulled her over and offered her his chest, on which she laid her head. She didn't find that objectionable because he wore an undershirt. He stroked her back and she noticed that she became more and more relaxed, and snuggled softly against him.

She said, "I have a nasty scar," because it flashed through her mind like a warning that this cuddling could come to an abrupt end, if Timur felt the hidden blemish.

"Never be ashamed of a scar. It means you were stronger than what was trying to hurt you," Timur quoted. "I cause scars, I operate on animals to save their lives. For me, scars are something positive. Where is it?"

Jolinka pulled up her blouse and Timur slid down. He felt her belly with his fingers, found the scar and kissed it inch by inch. His lips touched her gently and she heard him say between kisses, "You're beautiful." Jolinka closed her eyes and enjoyed.

His head went further down. He pressed his kisses on her panties. Jolinka noticed how wet her panties had become. Timur hooked his fingers in the waistband, and slowly pulled her panties down.

Kilian's head popped up next to Jolinka and he asked in a whisper, "Is it okay what he's doing?"

She nodded. The buttons of her blouse were undone and Kilian's hand caressed her breasts. Jolinka moaned when Timur kissed her on her unprotected labia. He ran his finger between them and opened them to plunge his tongue inside. Jolinka squirmed, it was loving and tender. Two men, exciting and tingling.

Kilian played with her breasts. They felt like balloons filled with water; he could move them back and forth with his hand, shape them with his fingers, lift them. Her nipples were round, like big raspberries; and when he moistened them, the skin around them tightened. He wanted to play with them endlessly, but he had promised to take care of Jo. He thought about important things.

"We don't have condoms," he whispered in her ear.

Jolinka could not focus on the answer, because of Timur's tongue teasing her clit. She didn't like being reminded that contraception was no longer necessary, because of her age; but Kilian had asked so sweetly and caringly. "There's no risk," she whispered back.

Strangely, at that very moment, the stimulus triggered a climax in her most sensitive spot, she reared up and made little noises. Tigger wiggled its ears because Jo sounded like its mother, who had abandoned the sick kitten.

Timur was in Jo's private parts with his entire face, and tried to penetrate her, as deeply as possible, with his tongue. Jo's new bodyguard, Kilian, slid his arm under her back and supported her while she writhed in delight. "You're great," he breathed.

His cousin withdrew from the paradise between Jolinka's thighs, and took off his briefs.

"Is he allowed to penetrate you?" inquired Kilian, wiping strands of hair from Jolinka's face. She confined herself to nodding.

"I want to hear your answer," Kilian said, playing it safe; "say it out loud."

"Yes," Jo said firmly.

Timur found his way back to paradise, and entered her. Kilian decided to leave the two of them to themselves. He turned his back to the swaying couple, bent one leg and formed a screen with his blanket.

His cousins, who had been watching with fascination until now, sank back onto their pillows and accepted their fate of not being allowed to watch the new lovers. The rhythmic movements could be felt all over the mattress camp. After a while, they got faster. Kilian heard Timur hold his breath and realized that he was stopping his thrusts. After a few seconds, Timur rolled off Jo, lying on his stomach and was not moving; he was overwhelmed and wanted to rest.

Kilian turned around, stripped Jo's blouse off and pulled her to him. She shouldn't be alone, he thought; he wanted to caress her. "Are you okay?" he inquired. At the same time, he ran the palm of his hand over her belly and reached her moist pussy. She had pronounced labia, between which he could sink his fingers to the first knuckle. It was incredibly hot between them. He rubbed her clit very lightly with his fingertip.

"It's all good, Kilian."

"Can you do it again?"

"I think so," giggled Jolinka.

"Would you like a little variety? Maybe from behind?"

Jolinka drew her eyebrows together, and did not answer. Kilian signaled to his twin brother, to his right, that he should take over holding the privacy blanket, which Benedict did immediately.

"No one sees us, and Timur is sleeping. The suggestion was not meant to be disparaging; I like it when the woman is in that position. I can see your butt. I like bottoms, and yours is gorgeous," he gushed. "Your breasts drop down when you kneel, I can hold them with my hands...".

Without saying anything, Jo turned around and knelt down. She liked Kilian, he was decent to her and she wanted to please him.

Kilian didn't remember how long he had had his erection; it was probably since Jo had joined them. He was ready to go, as ready a man could be. He pushed his penis into her pussy. He bit his lower lip. His brain's speech center now produced only vulgarities; but not a word would pass his lips, as he had far too much respect for the beautiful, older woman in front of him. Even the fact that she had knelt before him, did not diminish this respect.

It was not only Jo, but Benedict also felt the regular thrusts, and was on the edge of control, himself. Kilian and he were the same size, as they had already compared all those years ago. Both were cut. If they had taken turns with Jolinka, she wouldn't have noticed it from their sizes. He liked the idea... it was hell to wait, his erection hurt.

Leon's hand lay flat on Ben's chest. In the blue light, the eldest cousin's stern gaze seemed threatening, accompanied by Leon's negative shake of the head. He had guessed Ben's thoughts. Ben sighed and fell back: Don't do it. Leon was right.

Kilian made a sound, something between agony and relief, and did not thrust again. He finished and sank back on his heels. A few drops of sweat ran down his chest. He gave Jo a kiss on her bottom.

That was the sign for Benedict to drop the privacy screen, and to pull Jolinka into his arms. His brother fell onto the mattress, on his belly. Just like Timur, he lay there, no longer of this Earth, but in after-sex heaven.

To Benedict's great disappointment, Jo whispered at that moment, "I don't think I can do it anymore."

"You didn't cum, I didn't hear it. Neither when Timur, nor Kilian were inside you," Benedict argued, "You have to. I want to make sure you've cum. "

Jolinka had come a thousand times, lots of little orgasms, virtually connected in series, like a string of lights. A frenzy of climaxes, but she couldn't explain it to Benedict.

"I get sore..." she put it more simply.

"Oh, then I'll stay outside, that's fine. Lie on your side with your back to me."

They turned around until they had taken up the spoon position.

Leon lay next to them on his back and kept his eyes closed. He did not intend to stay in this position, but he wanted to give Jo a feeling of discretion.

Benedict pressed his rock-hard penis horizontally between Jo's slippery labia. He had pushed his left arm under her neck. He moved back and forth. Jo moaned because his tip rubbed her clit.

"You like it? Do you feel me?" asked Benedict.

"Yes, very nice," Jo murmured.

"I'll stay on the outside. Only at the end I will go a little bit inside you. I can't help it, it must be done. Do you agree?"

"Okay," whispered Jo, whose abdomen, stirred by countless little climaxes, had just decided to head for a big orgasm; or rather, her tenderly rubbed clit gave the order. Jo opened her eyes and took a deep breath.

Leon appeared in front of her face. He looked at her with a smile, raised his eyebrows, and told her to let go. She tightened her knees and curled up slightly as she climaxed. Everything inside her twitched. She saw small flashes of light against a black background.

Benedict had trouble holding his position. When he realized what was going on, he abandoned the hollow he was rubbing. He penetrated Jo, and he could feel the twitching of her muscles under the tense tightness of her pussy. Then he couldn't hold on any longer and Jo was flooded with her third load of cum.

Leon pulled the exhausted Jolinka away from Benedict. His upper body was naked and felt muscular and warm. He hugged her tightly and beamed to himself. What a great woman. Dream girl. He stroked her back and kissed her. "You are wonderful," he whispered. He wanted to hold her forever. His gaze wandered over his three cousins. One like the other, had fallen asleep or was about to fall asleep. He was proud of them. Real guys.

"Leon," he heard Jolinka say, "I have to get up, it's running out, and down my leg."

"No, wait," he objected, "I'll take care of you."

Leon got up quietly and crept to the restroom barefoot. He didn't have many options, but he found paper towels, guest towels, and liquid soap. On his way back, he picked up Jolinka's panties, which were lying in the middle of the path. Bending down, he saw that Tigger was rowing its paws while sleeping.

Jolinka lay on her back and Leon put her legs up. He pushed a towel under her bottom to protect the cushions. In the blue light, the liquid sparkled between her legs and streamed down the insides of her thighs. He wiped her carefully with the dry and damp towels. One was not enough, he needed several.

"My goodness, I think my bros have exploded." To his amazement, he heard Benedict reply, "Bro, I did." Leon had to stifle a laugh. He enjoyed washing Jo, and he would have liked to have shaved her, too; really thoroughly, with foam and a disposable razor. Afterwards, he would have rinsed her off and creamed her. He dried Jo off, and pulled on her white panties. He knew where his polo shirt was; he could feel it and put it on her.

"I'll put the stuff away, I'll be right back." He disposed of the material hygienically, as was his custom as a doctor; and washed his hands.

Jolinka had turned onto her side. She slipped into sleep. Leon lay down next to her and bedded her against his naked torso.

"Leon," he heard Jo's voice, "you don't want to...?"

"It doesn't have to be now, Jo," he replied. "You're tired. I can wait."

He really could do that. He was the big "brother" of the boys. He was used to holding back. At boarding school, he had fought for the boys and protected them. At home, he had taken the blame for everything, no matter what crap they had done. It was enough for him to see that the boys were happy; he could put his needs aside. Jo was too precious to be used just because it was his turn. He wanted to have her at his house, alone with her, all night. Starting with intimate care, a long bath, and hours of imaginative sex in his bed. What a beautiful imagination. He felt Jolinka's regular deep breaths, concentrated on her and nodded off.

A shaking woke him up. "Leon, you have to get up. It's early morning. We need to dismantle your sleeping quarters before my employees arrive." Leon opened one eye and saw Harold. He stood bent over with a box of granola bars and a bottle of orange juice in his hand.

"Did Jo sleep over?" the newspaper publisher asked.

"Everything is okay, nothing happened between us," Leon answered truthfully and Harold believed him. He woke up the other men. Jo looked for her blouse and quickly ran to the restroom first.

They had a simple breakfast on the now reconstructed settee. Jolinka looked furtively for stains on the upholstery, but saw none. Timur secretly rubbed Jo's hand. Kilian smiled at her, and Benedict had managed to give her a kiss on the cheek. Instinctively, the men knew that they had to give her feedback that they liked and respected her. They even felt gratitude for having been given last night.

Harold didn't get anything like that, he hadn't had a positive experience after the explosions. He still organizes. "The police are all over, you will have to go through a roadblock and be checked; be prepared for that. If you have anything in the car that could be critical, give it to me," Harold offered. "Jo, are you staying here? Otto called, he'll be here, in a couple of hours. Then he'll know if the house is usable and you can figure out how to proceed."

The men set off. Leon distracted Harold with a few questions and the other three managed to say goodbye to Jolinka. Kilian exchanged cell phone numbers with her. Only Leon had to nod at her from a distance, as Harold was too close, and Felix was the first staff member to arrive. Jolinka had given Leon back his polo shirt, wrinkled, but smelling breathtaking. It smelled like her. He wanted to lift it off his stomach and press it to his nose; and as the four men sat in the SUV, he did just that.

A radio station confirmed that there was a letter of confession. The minister was appreciated, although he had visited the club. The town hall was minimally damaged. The second bomb was intended to cause confusion, it failed. The focus was immediately on the victim. Otto had played his part by informing the police of the minister's presence.

Timur was busy with Tigger. Benedict checked his cell phone, as Kilian drove the car. He was a safe, but fast driver; and due to the road controls, he drove slowly. As Harold had predicted, they were checked; three police officers questioned the SUV. They were asked questions like, "Who did you visit? Where did you stay overnight?" Leon didn't know if he had to answer these questions, he didn't want trouble. He answered calmly and matter-of-factly. Finally, they let them drive on. As the vehicle rolled along, Leon asked the group, "Are you seriously interested?"

Timur next to him at the backseat looked up, "Do you mean in a relationship with Jolinka?"

Leon chewed on his lower lip, "She's a great woman."

Timur scratched his unshaven chin. "She is. But I don't think I'd feel comfortable in public. There are those stupid looks when you are with an older woman. I don't want to have a relationship with her. Ben, would you like to? "

"No, but for a different reason. I want kids. A small family like Harold's. It is impossible with Jo."

"I'll join you," Kilian said, shifting up a gear. "Are you interested, Leon?"

"I definitely want to see her again."

Kilian clicked the turn signal and turned off. Fifteen more minutes and they would be at home. They lived close to each other; Leon and Timur had their practices in the same medical building. After merging into traffic, Kilian continued to talk. "I wanted to keep in touch with her so she feels comfortable. I wanted to tell her how nice the night was and that there's nothing to be ashamed of, and so on. Do you want to take over, Leon? I have her mobile number." He handed his cell phone to the back. Leon copied the number to his contacts.

He handed back the cell phone and wrote a message: "Good morning, beautiful. I want to see you again. Dinner at my place?"

He stared at his cell phone. She probably couldn't answer right away. Harold was close to her, co-workers need her help. There was still excitement in the publishing house; everyone had something to say. Maybe her cell phone battery was dead. Hopefully it wasn't broken. Actually, it might be. Or, maybe she didn't want to answer. Oh god, hopefully she wouldn't lapse into silence.

His cell phone vibrates. On the display appeared "Tonight. Harold will give me your address. Jo." Followed by a little red heart.

Leon let himself sink back into the seat. His stomach was warm. His heart was pounding below his larynx. His mouth twisted into a wide smile. Timur put Tigger on his shoulder, who pressed its little pink nose against Leon's cheek. Leon closed his eyes. Happiness, that's what happiness felt like.

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With special thanks to K.S. and J.C. for the help to translate my story

„Die Schlaflandschaft".