Abstinence x Grayson Dolan

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     PERHAPS if Mabel was thirteen years old, she'd be embarrassed to go camping with the Dolans. Ratty hair, smelly underarms, and a make up free face was what Mabel would've called a disaster, but, at twenty years old, she couldn't help but embrace the tragedies of camping and disguise them as blessing.

     Tossing her book bag to the back seat of her car, she saunters over to Lisa and Sean who were running everything over with the boys not once, not twice, but five times claiming that they could say something a million times and the boys still wouldn't comprehend.

     "If the people on the other side of the pond are there, do not stay up late making a lot of noise. Your grandpa received lots of angry phone calls the last time you guys were out there riding at two a.m," Lisa rolls her eyes at the boys antics, turning to Cameron and Mabel to reprimand them as well, "If you two are going to drink and let these fools do it, then there will be no swimming or riding, understood? I don't want any phone calls stating one of my kids is floating dead."

     When Mabel was only six years old, she was invited by the Dolans to camp at their grandpa's property. Ten acres of land and ten acres of water, no running water, and no housing beside tents or campers. Enough sand to build as many sand castles as their tiny hearts desired, a dock where the kids could leap as far as they could into the water and swim in, and enough land for the adults to even golf on. Grandpa Dolan couldn't have been anymore thoughtful when buying the property in mind for his grandkids, it was perfect for all ages, and the Dolans didn't mind taking advantage of it.

     With a tent made for ten people, four air mattresses, enough junk food to last them a life time, and the boys dirt bikes and two four wheelers for Cameron and Mabel, they set off on their hour trip. The two boys were in Ethan's truck following the girls who were borrowing Sean's truck. The journey was easy, thirty minutes on the high way and thirty minutes driving the backroads of New Jersey. They were there and already setting up their tent before any of them could take a breath.

     They couldn't decide which they wanted to do first after they set up, to which their minds were set on swimming since the June sun relentlessly beat them until they couldn't even form the sentence, it's too hot.

     Attaching themselves to the rope one by one and flinging themselves into the water, Mabel became the last to not finish the task. Ethan had done a front flip into the water, Grayson had done a back flip, and Cameron had a perfect cannon ball. With the luck of Mabel though, she'd do an absolute belly flop.

     "Don't be such a chicken!" Ethan calls from the water, then continuing to dunk his sister under it. The two began to play fight like the two always did as kids, both competing back and forth till someone got the last dunk.

     Which left only Grayson to cheer her on, though doing a weak job for he didn't mind the open scene of her bikini clad body. She was bigger in size, hardly Grayson's type at all, but he still found her absolutely mesmerizing despite the lack of color kissing her skin.

     "Don't be such a baby." At Grayson's call, Mabel glares at him but fails miserably, resulting in him laughing. She was the only one out of the four that was always hesitant to do things, all the Dolan's having to persuade her in even the smallest bit until she'd do it. All she needed was the tiniest push to complete the crazy stunts that they all were, until they all resided in calling her baby until she'd do it.