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Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described herein

was carried out, this document details fantasies that took place

late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that no

fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.

Besides, I derive much pleasure from the company of children,

playing with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going

to risk this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure.

If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to

tell you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're

going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your

parents find you in possession of this document or your cum

causes your space bar to stop working.

If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country,

then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of

"parents".

If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any

other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as

much as possible. People like you who would force others to fit

your narrow minded little world views are a blight upon the

landscape. My personal philosophy is that of "Rational Anarchy"

ie. anyone should feel free to do as they please such that their

actions do not adversely impact on the lives of others.

 

Chapter 10 - THE LAST NIGHT.

 

"That was cruel." I chide Katy, as the sound of the engine disappears into

the distance.

"I know," she replies cheerfully, "but I found out what I wanted to know."

"And what might that be?"

"Who's going to fuck me after you go home." she answers, "The second time I

sat on his cock it was already as stiff as a board. It must have been hard

the whole time I was sitting in his lap. I think he likes little girls."

"Yes, but what you don't know is just how scared he is right now, because

of your shorts." I say, "You saw him didn't you Lena?"

"Uh huh. he looked terrible." she confirm.

"Well I'm sorry about that, that bit really was an accident." Katy says

soberly.

"I know," I tell her, "and that's the only reason you aren't bent over my

knee right now feeling the back of the hairbrush."

"Is he going to be all right?" Katy asks.

"He should be, so long as you don't tease him and never breath a word of

what happened to anybody."

"Oh I won't." she replies.

"Well come on, Let's get back inside." I say, leading the way.

Back inside, Lena and I take seats on the couch and Katy sits before us,

briefly flashing her pussy as she draws her knees up inside her windcheater

and pulls her arms inside too.

"Why was he so scared?" she asks looking up at me.

"Because he DOES like little girls," I reply, "and he's shit scared that

other people will find out."

"Really!" she squeals excitedly, "How do you know?"

"Because you scare him when you don't wear any knickers and scare him even

more when you do wear them." I tell her.

"Why?" she asks confused.

"Because when you wear a skirt, he knows you hardly ever wear knickers

underneath, so he thinks about what's underneath. And when you do wear

knickers, they are usually soaking wet so he can ALMOST see what's

underneath. A nearly naked girl or woman can excite a man even more than

when she is completely naked, especially if he keeps getting hints of what

is hidden."

"Think about it this way. Say there are a lot of women at the beach

without any tops on. What do the men do?"

"They look, but they don't really take much notice." she answers, "Except

for the teenage boys of course."

"Fair enough. Now what happens if the women put on T-shirts and soak them

with water."

"Oh I get it. All of the men stare." she squeals, her eyes widening in

comprehension. "So because he can almost see my pussy, he gets even more

excited than if I took them off and waved my pussy in his face."

"No not quite," I correct her, "if you wave your pussy at him, you're

saying 'Hey look at this.' and forcing him to take notice, but if someone

just runs around in the nude, well you get used to it and stop noticing it

after a while."

"Uncle Liam's problem is even worse though, he likes to look at naked or

nearly naked little girls and he feels guilty, because he knows everyone

thinks it's wrong. And because he feels it's wrong, he's always going to

notice."

"How am I going to get him to fuck me then?" she asks.

"I don't suppose there's any point in telling you not to try?" I say.

"Nope." she replies blithely.

"I thought as much." I sigh, "Well I can guarantee that you'll never get

anywhere with him if there's anybody else around and after tonight you are

going to have a lot of trouble even if you are alone with him." I tell her.

"There's one thing I want you to promise me too: If you do manage to seduce

him, and he ever hurts you, I want you to tell somebody you can trust about

it, even if you have to tell them about me too."

"I will, I'll be very careful." she promises seriously. "Now I've just got

to think how to do it. In the meantime though," she says rolling onto her

back and pulling her glistening pussy lips apart with equally wet fingers,

"YOU can fuck me."

"No!" Lena objects strenuously clutching my arm and holding on tight.

"Liam's coming early tomorrow, this is the last time we're going to be able

to do it and I want him to fuck me properly one last time." She looks up

into my face, "So long as you promises not to cum in me, then you can do it

in Katy."

"Now that could be fun." I say smiling and hug Lena tight, "I can fuck you

silly and dump my load in my very own, personal sperm receptacle."

"That's me," Katy giggles, wriggling out of her windcheater, "a sperm

bank." She springs to her feet, grabs my free hand and starts tugging. "Now

hurry up and fuck her so you can make a deposit."

Giggling, Lena jumps up and between the two of them they haul me to my feet

Two pair of eager little hands strip my windcheater off, then begin

fumbling at the stud on my jeans. They giggle as their fingers become

entangled in each other, but neither of them is prepared to give way to the

other. Finally, Lena solves the problem by grabbing the waistband tightly

in one hand and giving Katy a shove towards the mattress with the other.

Katy's arms windmill as she tries to regain her balance and she almost

manages it when her heel hits the edge of the mattress and she goes over

backwards with a squeal. Then taking advantage of the momentum, she brings

her legs up and over her head. Threading her arms between them, she curls

herself even tighter and pokes her tongue out at us. The after a few

moments of impudent tongue waggling, she starts lashing at her gleaming

clitoris, teasing it out of it's hood until it stands rigidly to attention

between her swollen labia.

For the moment, Lena has forgotten me and stands staring at Katy's lewd

display, the tips of her fingers tucked into the top of my jeans. Katy's

incredible show gets to me too, and there is a stirring in my jeans as the

blood rushes to my cock. A few moment's later it has hardened enough for

the tip to brush against Lena's fingertips and she remembers what she was

doing.

Her eyes remain riveted to Katy's flickering tongue as she fumbles the snap

open with an unnaturally loud pop. A moment later her fingers freeze on my

fly, as Katy's spine crackles and lips meet lips, completely engulfing her

clitoris. Katy suckles for a few moments, then lifts her head and crows,

"I did it, I can suck myself off."

Unable to reply, we continue to stare and Katy returns to practicing her

newfound skill. Then with a grunt and more pops she pulls herself even

tighter and drags her tongue from her clit to her weeping vagina and

thrusts her tongue deep inside her body, slurping hungrily at the sweet

juices that flow so freely.

I watch Katy's incredibly erotic display of youthful flexibility for a few

seconds more then say tot Lena in a conversational tone, "You know, If she

keeps that up she's going to disappear up her own bum."

Exactly as I'd intended, Katy hears me and she starts giggling into her

pussy as Lena collapses in a boneless heap at my feet, dragging my jeans

down with her. As Katy's giggles become louder and more uncontrolled, her

legs slip from her grasp and she uncoils explosively.

"Don't do that!" she berates me, once she has recovered enough breath to do

so.

"Do what?" I ask innocently.

"Talk while I've got my mouth full." she replies and I join Lena on the

floor.

When I recover enough to lift my head, I look up to see Katy standing over

me, slowly diddling her clit. As I watch an iridescent droplet of her

sweet fluids detaches itself from her tightly closed labia and falls to hit

my cheek. Giggling, she continues to play with her tumescent clitoris,

using her free hand to part her labia. Immediately, more of her juices

begin to seep from the tiny hole between her legs, gathering in twin pearly

globules that on glisten in the dim yellow light of the hurricane lantern

set on the coffee table.

I open my mouth and extend my tongue and a moment later the first sweet

pearl falls, landing in the corner of my mouth. I gather it up with my

tongue, moaning in delight at the exquisite, honeyed flavour of her sexual

secretions. I manage to get my tongue directly under the second globule of

her delightful emissions.

As I savour the ambrosial taste, more gleaming droplets begin to fall. I

catch a few more on my tongue, then Katy giggles wickedly and waggles her

hips back and forth, shaking a veritable cascade of her oh so sweet juices

free. The sweet oily discharge coats my face from brow to chin, blurring

my sight as some of it fills my eyes.

I squeeze my eyelids shut and when I open them a moment later, I flinch at

the sight of Lena's rapidly approaching face. She proceeds to lick my face

clean of Katy's sweet juices. A moment later I see movement out of the

corners of my eyes as Katy lowers herself to rub her pussy against the back

of Lena's head.

Lena's busy little tongue eagerly explores my face, lapping at my brow then

flickering with feather light touches over my eyelids as she gathers up

Katy's sweet nectar. She swirls her tongue wetly over my cheeks and

teasingly flicks at the corners of my mouth. Giggling, she moves down to

my chin when I open my lips and attempt to capture her tongue between them.

A moment later she straighten, lifting Katy, squealing, on her shoulders.

"You need a shave." she informs me with a giggle as Katy steps down.

"Really?" I ask mildly, then dive on her, my fingers stabbing at her ribs.

"Let's get these clothes off her Katy."

Shrieking with laughter, Lena struggles weakly in my grasp, and not many

seconds later she is as bare as Katy and I, curled in a tight little ball,

in an attempt to protect her ribs from our fingers. Gathering her in my

arms I dump her on the mattress and roll her onto her back, whereupon, I

begin to lightly chew and nibble on the swollen, wet labia thus revealed.

As soon as my lips make contact with her saturated pussy, she makes the

mistake of extending her legs on either side of my head. I take one of her

swollen inner labia between my teeth and start pulling on it like a dog

playing tug-o-war, scrubbing the two day growth on my cheeks against the

soft sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. She squeals in outrage at this

assault and tries to pull her legs clear, but Katy catches her ankles and

holds her legs in place.

Releasing her engorged pussy lip, I press my face in close and noisily

munch away at her soaking wet gash, sometimes covering her entire pussy

with my mouth as I plunge my tongue deep into her body and at other times,

sucking hard on the distended, flushed flesh of her labia. Moaning, she

humps her pussy up at me and I press my lips against the slick skin

surrounding her swollen clit. Then taking a deep breath through my nose, I

blow hard, making a wet farting noise that vibrates her clitoris with

incredible force.

Howling, she rolls her hips forwards, causing my lips to slip lower and

cover her vaginal entrance. A moment her legs clamp on my ears with

bruising forces as she ejaculates directly into my mouth. Sucking

hungrily, I nurse on her convulsing vulva, collecting her sweet, ambrosial

spend in my mouth and eagerly drinking it down.

A few moments later her legs relax and I extricate myself from their grasp.

Sitting back on my heels, I admire my handiwork for a few moments, before

noticing that a damp patch is growing beneath her still flexing buttocks.

Katy notices me looking around, and guessing my wants, she grabs my towel

and throws it at me.

I spread the towel out over the bedspread and lift Lena's limp body onto

it, arranging her with her thighs pulled up sideways, at right angles to

her body. I gaze lustfully at the sweet, oozing gash that I will soon be

violating, taking in the slight flush of her thighs where my incipient

beard has scraped, the swollen, brick red flesh of her enormous piss flaps,

protruding from between the soft, creamy swell of her outer labia. Her

little pearl of delight has retreated into its hood at the top of her pussy

and crowning it all is the dark, matted mass of her silk pubes.

Feeling my gaze, she cranes her neck to look at me, a pleading expression

suffusing her features. Teasingly, I continue to stare at her young pussy

for a few moments longer before relenting and crawling up over her body.

As I approach a sudden thought enters my mind and I gather the towel on

either side of her hips in my hands. Transferring it to one hand, I lift

her clear of the mattress and slide a pillow under her backside, making her

pussy even more accessible.

Then pushing her legs back out to the sides, I resume my journey, until U

am hovering over her. the tip of my swollen cock lightly resting on her

mound. Slowly rocking my hips back and forth, I tease her clit from hiding

by sliding my engorged glans from just above the entrance to her vagina, up

to the soft mat beginning to cover her pubis and back.

Finally tormented beyond endurance, Lena bucks her hips up at me as I reach

the lowest part of my stroke and captures the tip of my cock within the

slick, tight clasp of her vagina. As soon as I feel the warm, sweet

embrace of her adolescent cunt, I drive the rest of my rampant prick home

with a single, swift thrust.

"Fuck!" Lena screams at the sudden intrusion, "Do it again! Fuck me hard,

I want to know I've been fucked!"

Nothing loath, I draw back and pound into her with even greater force and

grind my hips in a small circle at the bottom of my stroke, crushing her

clit between us. "Yesss!" she hisses between clenched teeth, "Again.

Harder."

I pull back until the tip of my cock barely remains within her, waiting,

enduring the exquisite caress as Lena deliberately flexes the muscles of

her cunt. Finally, she can bear no more. "Fuck me!" she begs, "put it

back, I want to feel your cock inside me."

I wait a moment longer, until the muscles of her pussy begin to tighten,

then force my way back into her, my howl of delight joining hers, as the

shock of my sudden re-entry causes those muscles to spasm around my

invading shaft, trapping me deep within her body. Howling incoherently,

she gyrates her hips beneath me, wrenching at my trapped member, as she

grinds her clit with bruising force against my pubic bone.

When the muscles insheathing me finally relax, I begin thrusting my rock

hard pork sword in and out of her body with deep, penetrating strokes.

Each time our pelvises crash together, her beautiful, firm breasts quiver

like upturned bowls of jelly, the nipples describing circles at least four

inches in diameter.

I feel the mattress dip beside me, and I turn my head to see Katy, lowering

herself to sit, tailor fashion, beside us. Her mouth hangs open as she

stares in awe at our violent coupling, her fingers dangling, forgotten, in

her lap. Beneath me, Lena incoherently begs for more.

Lowering my head, I trap one of her swollen nipples between my teeth and

lightly bite down on it. "Harder!" she screams, arching her back and

pressing her breast against my lips. Encouraged I bite down even harder

and pull my head back, stretching her nipple and breast out as I continue

to pound my shaft with ever increasing vigour into her body.

A minute later, I release her nipple from between my teeth and she utters a

piercing shriek as the blood rushes into the poor, abused nubbin of flesh

ant triggers her orgasm. Grabbing my arse, she lifts her hips completely

clear of the pillow and pulls me into her, holding me there as she grinds

her the sensitive skin of her clitoris into my pubic mat. Around my deeply

buried cock, the muscles of her vaginal sheath clench and relax in great

rolling spasms that ripple from the base of my prick to the tip.

The four orgasms that I've had earlier in the day, leave me feeling like a

superman and the moment the tight sheath surrounding my cock relaxes enough

to allow movement, I resume pounding away at Lena's sopping wet cunt. A

moment later I feel warm breath on my hip and I look down to see Katy

hunched over, her nose almost brushing my hip as she stares in rapt

fascination at my glistening shaft entering and withdrawing from her

friends body. She is so close that each time our hips meet with a wet

slap, droplets of Lena's pussy juices spatter across her face. She

absently licks at those that land within reach of her tongue, but her

entire attention is focused on the obscene coupling only inches from her

nose.

Returning my attention to Lena, I lower my mouth to her other breast and

take the nipple between my teeth. "Oh God no!" she moans, even as she grabs

the back of my head and pulls it even harder into her tit flesh. At first

I chew softly on the rock hard little nubbin between my teeth, but a few

seconds later she releases my head and takes the nipple I'd attacked

earlier between her fingers and squeezes hard. Taking this as a signal, I

clamp down on the small pebble between my teeth and arch my neck,

stretching the flesh of her young breast away from her body.

I continue to tirelessly pound away at her obscenely squelching cunt,

driving her closer and closer to another massive climax. When I judge her

to be on the verge, I bite down a little harder for a moment then release

her nipple. Almost instantly Lena does the same, and her reaction is so

intense as to almost throw me from the saddle.

This time her scream is silent, her orgasm catching her with no breath in

her body. Her fingers clench painfully in the flesh of my buttocks,

relaxing slightly with each rippling contraction of her vagina about my

embedded cock, then tightening even further, until I know my arse will be

black and blue for days.

A few seconds later Lena's vagina stops milking on my cock and I resume

fucking her. Almost insane with lust, I don't notice that Lena's body

flops bonelessly beneath me and I no longer remember my promise to

withdraw, all that fills my mind is the need to empty my churning balls

into the slick, warm sheath surrounding my cock. I no longer worry about

the possibility of Lena's pregnancy, I WANT to get her pregnant. This is

what life is all about, emptying ones seed deep into the receptive body of

a nubile girl to merge with her egg and start a new life.

Katy notices the lack of intelligence in my lust glazed eyes and the

increasing urgency of my movements. She starts pounding on my back with

both fists, but I'm so deep within my crazed desire to pump my seed into

Lena's unresisting body that I barely notice her. Her next move though

gets my full attention, abruptly bringing me back to my senses. She wraps

her small hand around my balls and squeezing with increasing force until I

yelp with the pain and stop moving.

"My turn," Katy informs me severely, "I'm supposed to be the one that you

cum inside."

"Oh shit!" I yelp, pulling free with an obscene slurp, "I nearly fucked up,

didn't I?"

"'Knocked up' is more like it." Katy says, "Now hurry up and fuck me." She

releases my throbbing balls and goes to push Lena's still unconscious body

off the towel and pillow.

"Hang on a sec." I say stopping her, "How'd you like to fuck Lena, while I

fuck you?"

"Huh, how do I do that?" she asks.

I move aside and say, "Get up on top of Lena like I was." She does so and I

continue, "Now shift around until your clit rubs on hers."

Katy wriggles around for a bit, then gasps as their clits make contact with

each other. Craning her neck to look at me she says, "O.K., I'm doing it,

but I want you in my pussy, not my bum."

"Don't worry." I tell her, "I will be." I Lift Lena's legs back out to the

sides and crawling up until my knees are between her legs and Katy's.

Leaning forwards, I take my cock, still slick with Lena's juices, in my

hand, I press it down between Katy's slim thighs, probing for the entrance

to her little cunny. Once I find it, I press inwards into a sheath that

feels even tighter than it was the first time I entered it. So tight in

fact that I'm brought to a halt with the flare of my glans still outside

her body.

Katy grunts and lifts her hips a little, leaning back into me. The slight

change in angle is enough to allow me ingress and my cock slips easily into

her slick wet cunt, my groin coming to rest against her buttocks as the tip

of my cock kisses her cervix.

"Oh God that's tight." I groan, pressing down and pushing her back into

contact with Lena's pussy.

Another groan from beneath us, signals Lena's imminent return to

consciousness. A few seconds later her eyes flicker open and she starts as

she sees both Katy and I looking down at her. "Oh wow," she groans, "that

was unreal." Then as she properly takes in the way Katy is sandwiched

between us, she asks, "What are you doing?"

"I'm fucking you." Katy grins, grinding her pussy against Lena's, "And

Geoff's fucking me."

As Katy talks, I slowly withdraw, marvelling at the exquisitely tight clasp

of her little pre-teen pussy. Then as I push back, Katy's oversized clit

drags between Lena's still swollen labia and over her ultra-sensitive clit.

"Oh fuck!" she cries, "Do it again. Slowly."

Now that sanity has returned, I realise that Lena's pussy is still very

sensitive, so I fuck Katy very gently, taking nearly a full ten seconds to

complete each stroke within the incredibly tight, wet embrace of her

juvenile pussy. Lena sighs contentedly at the slow, almost frictionless,

sliding of Katy's engorged clit over her mound, one of her arms sliding

behind Katy's head to pull her face down for a deep, lingering kiss, the

other briefly disappearing between their bodies and returning with a

glistening coating of her juices.

She holds her sweetly redolent hand up to me and I follow the easy tempo of

my fucking, slowly dragging my tongue from her wrist to her finger tips as

I lick it clean. Then as Lena begins to move her hips, pressing back

against my thrusts, I give five quick jabs into Katy's pussy and plunge my

head up and down, sucking on each of Lena's fingers in turn.

When I return to my previous languorous pace, Lena thrusts her hand back

between their bodies and offers the fingertips to me, in an obvious

invitation to repeat my stabbing thrusts. Leaning past Katy, I press my

lips to Lena's cheek, then fit my lips around the tip of Lena's thumb.

This time, as I plunge into Katy's small body, Lena rises to meet each

thrust, almost crushing Katy between us. Katy lifts her head, breaking

their kiss under the impact of this double sided assault, grunting with

each thrust of my cock into the incredibly tight embrace of her vaginal

sheath.

This time, as I slow my thrusts, Katy maintains the faster pace, sliding

rapidly back and forth on my slowly withdrawing cock. As I reach the limit

of my stroke, I plunge back into Katy, slamming her against Lena's rising

pelvis, driving delighted squeals from both girls. Katy arches her back,

pressing the back of her head against my chest, them ducks her head to take

Lena's right nipple between her lips.

As Lena arches her back, pressing the resilient flesh of her breast into

Katy's mouth, I begin rapid, jackhammer thrusts, my belly slapping against

Katy's upturned buttocks, driving her mound into Lena's and crushing their

clits together. The force of my thrusts cause, Katy to loose her grip on

Lena's nipple and when she recaptures it, she latches on with her teeth,

eliciting a gasp from Lena.

With her hugely distended clitoris trapped between their bodies and

receiving almost constant stimulation, Katy approaches a climax, her breath

coming in whistling grunts from her nose. A minute or so later her head

snaps back and she announces her climax with a series of short grunting

squeals, the tight sheath of her pussy rippling along the length of my

shaft.

Still highly aroused from my wild, animalistic fucking of Lena, the milking

sensations of Katy's contracting cunt prove too much for me. Howling like

the sex crazed animal that I had briefly become, I empty my balls in wave

after wave of searing, gut wrenching pleasure. Exhausted, I half collapse

on top of Katy, struggling to catch my breath. A few moments later, she

pushes back against me and I manage to find enough strength in my enervated

body to roll to one side, my rapidly shrinking dick pulling free with an

obscene slurp.

Katy reverses herself on top of Lena, presenting her sperm filled vagina

for Lena's oral attention as she lowers her mouth to Lena's saturated gash.

As Katy sweeps her tongue from the matted hair above Lena's slit, Lena

lifts her head and plunges her tongue into her young friend's reddened

pussy, withdrawing it every few seconds to lower her mouth and nip at the

rapidly hardening shaft of Katy's elongated clitoris. Only seconds later,

Katy's flickering tongue does it's work and Lena moans softly into Katy's

tiny pussy, as a small orgasm overcomes her and she releases a small

quantity of ejaculate into Katy's eagerly waiting mouth.

Katy eager for another orgasm, presses herself back against Lena's face,

but Lena is so exhausted that she lips Katy's pussy, almost absently, for a

few seconds then stops, her eyelids drooping. Katy wriggles again, but the

only response from Lena, is for her to extend her tongue and prod once at

the little slit before her.

Disgusted by the lack of response, Katy rolls off Lena and eyes her

critically, then deciding that there is no joy to be found there, she turns

towards me. One look at me tells her that I am in little better condition

than Lena. "Mum always said, 'If you want something done right, do it

yourself.'" she remarks to herself.

Rolling onto her back, she lifts her feet over her head and reaching

between her legs, she pulls her hips closer to her face. Grunting a little

as her spine crackles, she pulls her pussy within reach and starts flicking

her clit with her tongue.

Crawling closer to Lena, I prop myself up on my elbow and lift her head

into my lap. A moment later Lena rolls over, burrowing her face into my

groin and I look down to see her take my sticky, little worm of a cock into

her mouth and suckle on it like a baby at the tit.

A straining grunt from Katy makes me look up, just in time to see a bubble

of my sperm, well up from her vagina and trickle down between her plump

little pussy lips and onto her waiting tongue. "Cool!" she cries and

presses her lips to her pussy, her cheeks hollowing as she does her best to

suck the reminder of my spend from her vagina.

Then, having collected what she can, she begins broad flat licks from her

clit to her twitching little, pink pucker, pausing every now and then to

force her tongue into her vagina or suck briefly on her clitoris. As I

gently stroke Lena's hair, the motions of Katy's head become quicker, and

now each time her lips enclose her upstanding clitoris, her cheeks hollow

and she hums as she pulls back. To my amazement, she maintains her grip

and stretches her clit much more than anything I have dared, stretching it

to nearly two inches in length before letting it slide from her grasp.

Then, once she does release it, her head bobs as she finishes with a tiny

nip with her teeth.

With such a determined assault on her pussy, it does not take long for Katy

to bring herself close to climax and now almost all of her attention is

concentrated on her clit. And on two occasions, with her clitoris at

maximum extension, I see her lips draw back to reveal the tip trapped

between her teeth. By this time her humming has become deep throated moans

of arousal and not much later her hands tighten convulsively, holding her

curled into a ball as her climax rips through her.

Rocking back and forth, she takes her clit between her teeth and rolls her

head from side to side, squealing between her clenched teeth. Her rocking

becomes more pronounced as her orgasm continues and finally passing her

center of gravity, Newton takes over and she falls, landing on her side

with a little squeak of surprise.

Groaning, she releases her death grip and lifting her arms out of the way,

she lets first her upper and then her lower leg slip free. She remains on

her side for a few minutes, still curled into a ball, but this time in the

more natural foetal position. Finally though, she straightens her legs and

with a little sigh, she arches her back and neck slightly. Then rising to

a sitting position, she rolls her head in a circle, working out the kinks

with two very audible cracks.

"Ouch!" she complains softly, looking down between her legs, "I think I

went too far."

"Which bit?" I ask her with a smile, "The part where you tried to tried to

chew your clit off, or when you did your best to rip it out by the roots?"

"Both," she replies with a rueful shake of her head, "but mostly the

chewing I think."

"Well I'd be careful if I were you." I say, "That's not somewhere you want

to get calluses."

"No I guess not." she giggles, adding with a nod towards Lena, "Is she

getting anywhere?"

"Nope." Lena answers for herself, pulling back from my still limp member,

with a slurp. "But it feels good anyway, sort of soothing."

"Yeah, well you were sucking on a big dummy." Katy says with a grin.

"Hey, I resemble that remark." I protest.

"Yeah I know." Lena says and rolls out of my reach with surprising agility.

Feeling that it is best to ignore her, I look at my watch and say, "O.K.

you two, let's get this brothel cleaned up, before our bath."

Groaning, all three of us push ourselves to our feet and as I survey the

shambles we'd made in our latest bout of sex, Katy disappearing into the

kitchen. A few seconds later a rattling crash signals that she is stoking

up the fire.

As I start sorting through the clothes we'd scattered to the corners of the

room, Lena straitens up the bed. As she picks up the towel and pillow she

says, "I think I leak too much." Pulling back the pillowcase she

continues, "This pillow's soaked." A moment later she shies it at me and I

just manage to snag it out of the air.

"Hm, I think you're right." I say, lifting it to my nose and inhaling the

deep heady fragrance of the sexual juices that saturate it. "I'll just have

to sleep on this problem and worry about it in the morning."

"You would." she grins, wadding up the towel and pillowcase and throwing

them at me.

Ducking the redolent missile, I lunge at her and catch her retreating

backside with the pillow. "Oomph!" she grunts, then spinning on her heels

she dives past me and snatches up a pillow from the mattress.

Grinning we face off, swaying from side to side, looking for an opening.

The crash of the outside door distracts me and as I turn to look, Lena

catches me with a solid blow to the ribs. Grunting at the impact, I return

my attention to the fray, ducking as Lena swings at my head. Then taking

advantage of her unexpected follow through, I take aim and catch her behind

the knees knocking her down onto the mattress.

Then as I approach to deliver the coup de grace, Lena thrusts her foot

between mine, knocking me flat on my face. Before I can rise, she starts

raining blows on my back, giggling like a maniac. Growling, I push myself

to my knees and lash out with my pillow catching her solidly under her

upraised arm, knocking her over sideways. Shrieking, she clutches at my

pillow and with a rending sound, the corner in my hand gives way. Suddenly

bereft of support, Lena finishes her short journey to the mattress, the

impact forcing a cloud of feathers from the pillow.

"Oops." Lena giggles guiltily, waving at the cloud settling around her

head. "Well I guess you won't have to sleep on the problem after all."

"Well, Well, Well, What's going on here." Katy's disapproving voice from

the doorway startles us and we spin around to look at her, another puff of

feathers being released as Lena lets the pillow fall beside her.

"I was going to tell you the bath was ready," she says, "but I guess, I'll

just have to leave you two to finish cleaning up here."

As Katy heads for the bathroom, Lena and I exchange guilty glances and

start to gather up the feathers that have settled to the floor and

mattress, carefully stuffing them back into the torn pillow. It takes us

about ten minutes to collect all but an odd few and once we are done, I

take the pillow from Lena. I examine the damage, then with a careful jerk

I increase the tear beyond the point of repair. "I guess I'll have to buy

Jane a new pillow." I remark, carefully holding the edges of the rip

together as I recover the pillowcase and stuff the pillow inside.

I carefully set the pillow down beside the door and cuddle Lena to my side

as we head for the bathroom, where we find Katy fully immersed in very

sudsy water, her head supported by an inflatable travel pillow. With a

squeal of delight, Lena wriggles from my grasp and clambers in with Katy.

Fortunately, the bath is one of those huge, old cast iron things, easily

six feet long and plenty wide and deep and though a little cramped there is

still room for me.

As I settle into the pleasantly warm water between them, Katy gathers up a

double handful of suds and blows them in my face. Mock growling, I grab at

her wrists, only to be thwarted by the soapy water on them and she easily

slips from my grasp. Playfully, I send a little wave of water in her

direction, giving her a soapy beard. In retaliation, she sweeps her arm

across the surface of the water, gathering a huge pile of suds before her

and with a big breath, blows them all over me and Lena.

Squealing, "I didn't do anything." Lena pushes at the water sending back a

much larger wave that sweeps over Katy's shoulders and the edge of the

bath. After that things go rapidly downhill, with Katy and Lena sending

waves crashing back and forth past me.

Closing my eyes against the flying suds, I yell, "Enough!". Around me, the

water settles and after shaking my head, I open my eyes. About two inches

of water has left the bath and is now slowly trickling out of the drain in

the middle of the floor. "It's not enough for there to be a flood outside,

you two have to bring it inside too." I mock scold.

Neither of the girls look one whit repentant, instead Katy calmly turns on

the taps and reaches for the bubble bath, tipping a more than generous

quantity into the water next to the stream from the tap. When I raise my

eyebrows at the quantity, she tells me, "It's mine, I got it for Christmas.

That's Mum's there."

Taking up a cloth, I motion for Lena to turn her back to me and start

sponging her down, slowly dragging the cloth from the nape of her neck down

to her flattened buttocks. A few moments later, Katy turns off the taps

and starts on my back with another cloth. Lena luxuriates under my

attentions, pressing back against my caress like a cat. A few moments

later she utters a sigh of sheer contentment, as I place my legs on either

side of her and pull her back against me.

Filling the cloth, I lift it and allow the water to trickle down over her

bobbing breasts, lowering the cloth to the resilient flesh as I squeeze the

last of the water out. Leaning back against my shoulder, she nuzzles into

my neck, snorting as a few stray bubbles go up her nose. She squeaks a

little in pain and tenses as I pass the cloth over her nipples. Lifting

the cloth away, I gently cup one of her breasts and lift it for a better

look.

The nipple looks a little swollen but other wise undamaged, "I'm sorry," I

apologise, "I think we got a little carried away before."

"It's O.K.," she murmurs, inspecting her other nipple, "it was worth it.

Now finish washing me."

Letting her tit fall back into the water, I gently sponge her breasts

clean, carefully avoiding her nipples. Passing beneath the surface of the

water, I press the cloth to her belly and begin moving it in small circles,

slowly moving the cloth lower and lower until it brushes the small tuft of

hair adorning the top of her cleft. Moaning softly, she lifts her legs

over mine, allowing me access to the soft, warm folds of her vulva.

Discarding the cloth, I gently massage the firm flesh of her outer labia,

drawing little sighs and shivers of contentment from her.

Gasping, she lifts her hips allowing me to bring my legs together beneath

her. I gently separate her prominent inner lips and I slide two fingers

into the warm crevasse between them. Rocking her hips in time to my gentle

caress she pushes against my fingers, groaning and pushing even harder when

my fingertips pass over the entrance to her vagina. Tauntingly I slide my

fingers even lower, teasing the tight crinkled ring of her anus prodding at

it with a fingertip until it relaxes and allows me to slide my finger in to

the first knuckle.

Suddenly, we are brought out of our total adsorption in each other by Katy

dumping an ice cream bucket full of water over our heads. "It's time to

wash your hair." she giggles as we spin around to confront her.

Figuring a little more water on the floor won't hurt, I catch her around

the waist and before she can wriggle away, I pull down between my legs,

crossing them over the top of hers, and wrapping my arms around her body,

trapping her arms by her sides. "In that case, I think we'll start with

you." I say, "Lena do you want to do the honours?"

Ignoring Katy's shrieks of protest, I maintain a tight grip on her

squirming body as Lena retrieves the bucket and fills it with water. As I

tilt my head to one side, Lena then dumps the entire contents of the bucket

on Katy's head and then drops the bucket over her as well. "Now the

shampoo." I instruct.

Grinning, Lena removes the bucket and squeezes a more than sufficient

amount onto the crown of Katy's head and works it into a thick creamy

lather. "Now rinse." I say. Taking the bucket Lena fills it with cold

water, and I nod approvingly.

Cruelly, Lena tilts the bucket sightly, tipping just a trickle onto Katy's

head, letting her know what she has in store. Then as Katy frenziedly

tries to escape my grasp, Lena lets the rest of the bucket go, sluicing the

suds from Katy's hair as she emits an ear piercing shriek of shock and

outrage. Of course the water gets me too, but it is a price I'm willing to

pay.

Chastisement delivered, I let Katy go, smiling benignly as she backs away

roundly cursing us. Prudently, I take control of the bucket, sinking it

beneath the water and putting my foot in it as I stand and do her hair.

Ignoring Katy's dark mutters from the end of the bath, I fill the bucket

with warm water and gently sluice the foam from Lena's hair.

Then turning over control of the bucket to Lena, I sit and close my eyes as

Lena shampoos my hair, wriggling contentedly as she gently massages my

scalp. I then listen to Katy telling Lena to give me a cold rinse and grin

at Lena's refusal. A minute later she proves their duplicity by dumping

what feels like ice water over me.

Catching her wrist before she can escape, I gasp, "Shower first and get

these suds off."

Reaching between her ankles, I pull the plug and keeping a firm grip, I

rise to my feet. Katy eyes me warily, one foot outside the bath, as I

reach for the shower taps, but when I adjust the flow to a soothing warmth,

she clambers back in a pushes past us.

Catching her about the waist on the way past, I pull all three of us

together into a tight hug and under the falling spray. At first, with the

suds still coating us, our skin slides delightfully, but as the soap washes

away, things become less slippery and we reluctantly separate.

The sound of last of the bathwater gurgling down the drain, triggers an

urgent response in me and suppressing a grin, I pull Lena to me, enfolding

her in my arms and lowering my lips to hers for a kiss. 'Perfect.' I think

as I feel the tip of my dangling cock press into the crease at the top of

her pussy. Feeling this she moans into my mouth and thrusts her tongue

between my lips as she grinds her hips against me.

Then unable to hold back any longer, I relax and release the contents of my

bladder. Constrained by her pussy lips, almost the entire flow hits her

clit and her moans deepen as she grabs my arse and pulls me in tighter

grinding her mound against my slowly stiffening cock.

"Hey save some for me." Katy protests. A moment later, she insinuates a

hand between us and grabs the base of my cock, pinching off the flow.

Reluctantly, Lena releases me and allows Katy to turn me around.

Katy then surprises the hell out of me, by dropping to her knees and almost

inhaling my half hard member. "Oh fuck!" I groan, throwing my head back as

she releases her grip and my cock swells rapidly as she starts drinking my

piss. Her throat works convulsively to keep up with the flow then as it

slows Katy pulls on my arse, forcing the head into her throat and letting

me squirt the last few spurts of urine directly into her stomach.

A squeak of skin on wet enamel, followed by a ringing thud makes me look

down to where Lena is sitting on her heels, the fingers of one hand working

feverishly at her pussy, as she releases her pee in short bursts. Her

other hand, unmindful of their tenderness, switches back and forth between

her nipples, pinching and twisting them.

Squealing with delight, Katy pulls free of my rampant member and diving

between Lena's thighs, she rolls onto her back, and pulling Lena's fingers

away she forces her head beneath Lena and clamps her lips over her cunt,

thirstily gulping down the golden stream.

Not wanting to be left out, I kneel and lift Katy's legs over my shoulders

and press my lips tightly to Katy's already spurting slit, gulping down the

salty, slightly acrid fluid. It is almost as if, I am drinking Lena's pee,

filtered through Katy. Moments later Lena throws her head back, little

yips of pleasure escaping her lips as she cums. Katy burrows even deeper

beneath Lena, moaning in delight as she drinks down a cocktail of urine and

Lena's sweet ejaculate.

As the flow of Katy's urine begins to slow, I leave off gulping down the

fragrant flow and lap from her twitching little anus to her clit, bathing

my face in the last her pee. Then as it slows to a trickle, I latch onto

her clit and suck as hard as I can pulling my head back and stretching it

more than I'd ever dared before. She rewards me by digging her heels into

my shoulders and arching her back, stretching her clit even further until

it finally pulls free with a snap.

As soon as it does slip free, she whimpers and pulls my head back between

her legs, almost forcing her little girl prick between my lips. I Take the

rubbery little shaft into my mouth and gently pinching it at the base, I

lash it with my tongue, flicking it back and forth as rapidly as possible.

Katy's starts bucking against my tormenting mouth and a deep ringing sound

alerts me that her head is banging against the bottom of the bath. Lena

too notices what is happening and wriggles backwards, gently lifting Katy's

head and cradling it in her lap.

Satisfied that she is not about to hurt herself, I redouble my effort on

her clit, biting down a little harder and alternating rolling her clit

against my upper teeth with the tip of my tongue, with flicking it back and

forth and side to side. Squealing with pleasure almost beyond endurance,

Katy gets closer and closer to her orgasm. At the same time, I bear down

harder and harder with my teeth on the base of her clit, increasing the

pressure in infinitesimal increments until the tip no longer throbs against

my tongue with her heartbeat.

As her heels drum on my back, I bring my hand up under her clenching

buttocks and wet my thumb with the copious juices and saliva that drool

down over her tiny arsehole. Then just as she is on the brink of orgasm, I

press the tip against the twitching little pucker, which almost seems to

suck my thumb inside as it opens up and allows it to enter.

A second later I force the rest of my thumb deep into her bowels and relax

my jaw, allowing the blood to rush into her hypersensitised clitoris. Her

climax hits her like a ton of bricks and she lets out a sobbing wail of

monumental proportions as I continue to lash her now throbbing clit with my

tongue. She almost stands on her head in Lena's lap and her legs threaten

to crush my head like an eggshell, as wave after wave of intolerable

pleasure crashes over her.

Finally, just as she is on the verge of passing out, I still my tongue and

withdraw my thumb. Gently unlocking her now limp legs from about my head,

I carefully lower her until she lies horizontally in mine and Lena's laps.

Her breath comes in great sobbing heaves as she draws air into her oxygen

starved body, slowing gradually until she is able to lift her head and

moan, "You bastard. Thankyou."

I take hold of her hands and pull her to me, gently cradling her in my lap,

her head on my shoulder as Lena climbs to her feet. Lena then helps me to

stand, as I continue to hold and cuddle Katy. Letting go with one hand, I

hold Katy's little bottom cupped in the other as I pull Lena to us and

under the falling spray, which has begun to show some signs of cooling.

After quickly rinsing ourselves clean, I release Lena and begin to climb

from the bath, then taking note of the sudsy, wet floor I think better of

the idea and lower Katy to the floor, helping her transfer her grip to the

rim of the bath as she wobbles on still unsteady feet. Lena shuts off the

water as she and I climb out on either side of Katy.

Supporting Katy between us, we quickly move through the cool night air and

inside to the fire. Taking a towel each we quickly scrub her dry, drawing

a soft yelp of protest from her when I'm a little too rough with her still

sensitive pussy.

When we finish with her, Lena and I park her on a chair in front of the

fire and start on each other with the towels. Reminded by Katy's

discomfort, I very gently pat Lena's breasts dry as I work my way down the

front of her body, then turn her and work back up the back.

As I stand for Lena to rub me dry, Katy slips from the chair and setting

out mugs on the bench, she spoons cocoa and sugar into them. As she

reaches for the kettle, I reach out my hand and stop her, saying, "I'll do

that, If you're able to make drinks, you and Lena can go and put some

clothes on and clean up that mess in the bathroom. I'll meet you in the

lounge with the hairbrush when you're done.

Berating herself for leaving her chair, Katy grabs Lena's hand and tows her

into the lounge. I very carefully wait for them to get out of sight before

grinning and picking up the kettle. After finishing the drinks, I find the

hairbrush by the simple expedient of stepping on it as I put the milk away.

Kicking it ahead of me, I take the drinks through to the lounge and slip on

a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I then tidy up the clothes scattered about

the room, stuffing the remains of Katy's shorts into my bag with my clothes

and towel.

The girls return a couple of minutes later, Lena in one of my T-shirts

which barely covers the pair of jocks she has on underneath, and Katy in

her long T-shirt nightie. They jostle each other as they fight to be first

under the brush and I solve the problem by pulling Lena onto the couch

between my legs, earning a pout from Katy. As I begin to 'Ouch' Lena's

hair, Katy flounces into her parents room, returning with another brush a

few moments later. Grabbing a pillow, she plumps down on it between Lena's

feet and hands back the brush.

When we finish, the girls hold a whispered conference and turn on me,

pulling me down to the floor. Lena then gets up behind me and pins me in

place with her legs over my shoulders. As Lena pulls the brush though my

hair, Katy disappears into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with

a cloth and a mug of hot water. I start to tell her where my shaving kit

is and she shuts me up by slapping the hot cloth over my face.

I start to peel the cloth off, but Lena stops me by grabbing a corner in

each hand and pulling my head back into her lap. A few moments later I

hear a repeated sound that is a cross between a slap and a wiff. Lena then

removes the cloth to reveal Katy stropping a straight razor.

"Hey what do you think you're going to do with that." I yelp.

"Shave you of course." she replies in matter of fact tones, "Don't be such

a baby, I do Dad all the time. Hurry up Lena, or you'll have to get

another hot cloth."

Lena dips the shaving brush into the mug and taking a stick of shaving soap

she starts to work up a good lather, transferring it to my face and neck.

"Now hold still." Katy cautions me as she kneels astride my legs and heats

the gleaming blade in the mug. A few seconds later I flinch as she brings

the back of the blade into contact with the back of my jaw. "I said hold

still." she scolds me.

"Hey, I've never had this done before. By anybody." I protest.

"Well close your eyes and relax." she tells me, "You're going to love it."

Given a choice between retreating with my tail between my legs and letting

Katy have her way, I give in to the inevitable and try to do as she says.

This time I manage to hold still at the hot steel touches my face, and a

moment later she begins to scrape the whiskers from my jaw. My confidence

in her ability is not improved as she begins to recite Banjo Paterson's,

'The man from Ironbark'.

But her words are like a mantra and as she continues without nicking me, I

begin to relax and enjoy the feeling of the deadly blade passing over my

skin.

 

It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,

He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.

He loitered here, he loitered there, till he was like to drop,

Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.

"Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,

I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark."

The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,

He wore a strike-your-fancy sash, he smoked a huge cigar;

He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,

He laid the odds and kept a "tote", whatever that may be,

And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, "Here's a lark!

Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark."

There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall.

Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;

To them the barber passed the wink, his dexter eyelid shut,

"I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut."

And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:

"I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark."

A grunt was all the reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,

Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.

He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,

Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat;

Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark --

No doubt it fairly took him in -- the man from Ironbark.

He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,

And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,

He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe:

"You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! one hit before I go!

I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!

But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark."

He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout

He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out.

He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;

He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.

And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,

And "Murder! Bloody murder!" yelled the man from Ironbark.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;

He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.

And when at last the barber spoke, and said "'Twas all in fun --

'Twas just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone."

"A joke!" he cried, "By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;

I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark."

And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape,

He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.

"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough,

One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough."

And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,

That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.

 

As she reaches the final line, she finishes with a flourish and slowly

drags the back of the blade across my throat. "There, that wasn't so bad

was it?" she coos.

"Actually, it felt pretty good after I got over your choice of words." I

reply, opening my eyes.

She giggles and tells me, "That was Mum's idea, when I got Dad to teach me

how to shave him, she thought it would be a great joke to start saying that

while I did it. Dad jumped so hard I nearly cut his ear off the first time

he heard me and now I've got it worked out so I finish both at the same

time."

"Just how long have you been shaving your father?" I ask.

"Nearly two years." she replies, laying the razor down and picking up a

bottle of aftershave. Pouring a little into her hand, she rubs them

together and slaps my cheeks and neck. The almost total lack of any sort

of stinging, tells me just how good she is with a blade.

"There you smell good now." she says nuzzling my neck. "Now pay the barber

girl."

I apply the obvious payment to her upturned lips and she levers herself to

her feet, allowing me to rise. "I think I'm going to have that done more

often." I muse, rubbing my hands over my cheeks, which are as smooth as the

plump little mound that lies half revealed at the apex of her thighs.

"Mm, that's much better." Lena declares as she checks Katy's handiwork, by

rubbing her cheek against mine.

Katy carefully wipes the razor clean on the cloth and dries it on the hem

of her nightshirt before smearing a little Vaseline on the blade to protect

it from the moist Queensland air. Snapping it shut, she gathers up the

rest of her Father's shaving paraphernalia and returns it to his bedroom.

"Come on you two," I say when she returns, "we'd better brush our teeth."

After brushing our teeth and checking for onion breath, we stand on the

veranda, looking out at the stars above the trees. A few minutes later,

Katy tugs on my hand and says, "Come on, let's go out there so we can see

more stars."

Leaving the lantern up on the verandah, she leads us out into the middle of

the lawn, the cool mud squeezing up between our toes. For a few minutes we

just stand there, the girls snuggled up against my side turning in a slow

circle surveying the heavens. Because of our remote location and the

clarity of the country air, we have no trouble seeing all but the dimmest

of the stars, so long as we keep the moon behind us.

Katy of course is the first to break the silence, ever curious, she points

into the air and asks, "What's that star?"

"Which one?" I ask trying to follow her finger.

"That one, the really bright one." she says jabbing her finger at the sky.

"That one isn't a star." I tell her, "It's a planet and it's the biggest

planet in the Solar System. You can tell the difference because planets

don't twinkle like stars." Do you know what the planets are called?"

"Yeah," she replies, "so if it's a planet, it must be Jupiter because he's

the biggest. Right?"

"Right." I confirm.

"And that one must be Mars because it's so red. And that means that one is

Saturn. Isn't it a pretty colour?"

"Yes and Yes." I verify her identifications. "And yes it is a pretty

colour. So which one's Venus?" I ask, throwing her a trick question.

"Silly, you can't see Venus this late."

"Just checking."

"Wow a meteor!" Lena squeals excitedly.

"Make a wish. Make a wish." Katy squeals.

"Starlight, Star bright. I wish I wish. I wish I might. Have the wish, I

wish tonight." I murmur softly.

"What?" Lena asks.

"Oh, just a little poem." I say, repeating it a little louder.

"I like it." she whispers, squeezing my arm, "Will you write it out for

me?"

"Of course." I say, kissing the top of her head, filling my nostrils with

the warm fragrance of her freshly washed hair.

"That's a star isn't it?" she asks pointing. "That really bright white

one."

"They're nearly all white." I say, "Yes it's a star and it's the second

brightest star in the sky, it's called Sirius."

"Well it's mine." she declares.

"Really, are you sure? Do you know what it's other name is?" I ask.

"Yep, I want that one." she confirms her choice. "What's it's other name?"

"The dog star." I tell her.

Katy giggles, "The dog's star." and Lena lunges at her past me.

Katy skips away from us, jeering.

"Ignore her." I say to Lena, restraining her.

"Yeah, she's such a baby." Lena says. "What's the brightest star?" she

asks.

"That's easy." Katy says. "It's the Sun."

"Oh, of course." Lena says. "It's a star too, isn't it? What other stars

have names?"

"Lots of them, but I only know a few." I answer. I pull her in front of me

and rest my chin on her shoulder, using her arm as a pointer, I ask, "Can

you see that group of stars that look like a saucepan?"

"Yes."

"Well that part's called Orion's Belt and those three stars are his sword

hanging from it. The bright red Star near it is called "Betelgeuse and the

bright bluish one is call Rigel."

"Beetle Juice?" her voice is incredulous, "How did it get a name like

that?"

"Betelgeuse," I repeat, and spell it for her. "It comes from an Arabic

name, 'Bwat-al-Yawza' which means 'house of the giant' and even that's

wrong. When someone translated an old star map, they misread the name

because it's was actually 'Hwat-al-Yawza' which means 'arm of the giant'

and that makes a lot more sense because it marks Orion's shoulder. Can you

see the rest of him?"

"Yeah that's easy." she replies, "Does 'Rigel' mean Giant's foot then?"

"No, I have no idea where that name comes from. I only know about

Betelgeuse because of something I read."

"Oh! What other stars do you know?"

I use her arm to point a little to the north of Orion. "See that cluster of

stars there, they're called the Pleiades or the Seven Sisters."

"But I can only count six." she says after a short pause.

"Yeah, well if the moon wasn't up you could probably count nine or ten.

But there's a legend about seven sisters so they got called the Seven

Sisters."

"Oh I guess that makes some sort of sense. Any others? What about that

red one in that triangle near the Pleiades."

"O.K. the triangle is called the Hyades and the red star is called

Aldebaran. The triangle is also the head of Taurus the bull, and Aldebaran

is his eye. Of course you know the Southern Cross don't you?"

"Everybody knows that." she says turning to the south and pointing, "And

those are the Pointers. And if you join a line from between the pointers

and the top of the cross, to that star there," she traces a line across the

sky, "half way along that line is right above south."

"Very good." I compliment her and Katy gives a muffled snort. "That star

at the end of the line is called Archenar. Now the only other names I know

are Alpha and Beta Centauri which are the Pointers and Omega Centauri." I

search the sky for a few moments and line up her arm, "There, do you see

that fuzzy looking star?"

"I think so, yeah, I can see it. Why is it fuzzy."

"That's because it's actually about a million or so stars, all packed

together so close that if you were in the middle, the light would be

brighter than the moon."

"Where?" Katy asks, rejoining the conversation, "Which one is it?"

I Pull her to me and crouch behind her so that I can use her arm to aim.

"O.K. got it?"

"Yep" she says, adding in awed tones, "A million stars, wow. How far away

are they?"

"I don't remember exactly, twenty or thirty thousand light years. Man was

still living in caves when the light you're seeing started out."

"Wow," she breaths, "can we see anything any further away?"

"Sort of." I reply, "At least for me, your eyes might be better than mine.

Can you find that line that Lena was talking about? The one that helps you

find south."

"I should be able to," she replies, "I was the one who showed her how to do

it."

"Yes well, can you see a foggy patch, sort of like the milky way, but much

fainter, either side of the middle of that line? You might have to look

out of the corner of your eye."

"Yeah." Katy replies.

"What about you Lena?" I ask.

"I think so," she says, sounding a little unsure, "but they disappear when

I look straight at them."

"That's all right, the same thing happens to me." I reassure her. "Well

they are called the Magellanic clouds. They're separate galaxies and they

are over one hundred and fifty thousand light years away. When that light

started out, men that looked like us didn't even exist."

"Awesome." Katy breaths, "Can we see anything older?"

"Well if it was the right time and I knew where to look, there's the

Andromeda Galaxy. It's so far away that it's light was just leaving about

the same time as Lucy was born."

"Who's Lucy?" they ask together.

"That's the name some scientists gave to the oldest humanoid bones that

have ever been found, they're over two million years old." I explain. "And

that is as far, and as far back, as you can see without a telescope."

"Two million years." Katy breaths, shuddering as she contemplates the sheer

magnitude of the distances and times involved. "How far is a light year in

kilometres?"

"A bloody long way. Light travels nearly three hundred thousand kilometres

in one second, so it only takes a bit over eight minutes to get here from

the sun and it's one hundred and forty three million kilometres away. If

you want to know how far a light year is you'll have to work it out for

yourself."

"It make's you feel pretty small doesn't it?" Katy whispers.

Silently, we stand there, huddled together for comfort, as we contemplate

the immensity of the universe and the insignificance of mankind.

The stars have visibly moved across the vault of the heavens, when an idea

fills my head. An idea so simple, yet so profound. An idea that has

occurred on innumerable occasions, to innumerable people. It is an idea

that is the at the beginning of all true learning. "Yes Katy," I say, "how

small we are. Yet it also shows just how truly big we are too. As big a

the entire universe. We have the ability to ask, 'what, when, how and

why.' Without that ability, the stars would just be little lights in the

sky, there would be nothing smaller than a grain of sand and we would run,

screaming, from a fire like the animals do.

"Instead, we can look into the heart of an atom and beyond; all of the way

to the very edge of the universe, back to it's beginning, and forwards to

it's end. We slice time so finely that light itself seems to stand still

and at the same time contemplate timespans in which the age of the earth is

a mere tick of the clock. We can stop a man's heart so that he can live,

or restart a heart that has stopped. We fill empty space with substance

and substance with empty space. We have intelligence and we have

curiosity."

Both girls snuggle even closer to my sides, and couple of minutes later,

Katy murmurs, "That's pretty heavy stuff. Let's go inside, I'm getting

cold."

"Well, who is it that won't wear her pants?" I tease, patting her backside,

where I detect a noticeable lack of pantyline.

 

 

Chapter 11 - POOR UNCLE LIAM.

 

The next morning I'm woken by somebody shaking my foot, At first I try to

ignore it, pulling Katy closer against my front and nuzzle into her hair,

while enjoying the delightful pressure of Lena's soft breasts against my

back. Suddenly it dawns on me that if both of the girls are in bed with me

that someone else must be jerking on my foot. My eyes fly open and I sit

up with a jerk to look at my uncle grinning at me.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" he says, obviously recovered from

his scare of the night before, "I only ripped Katy's pant off and here you

are sleeping with both girls."

Just then Lena decides to wake up, sitting up and throwing the covers back.

Both Katy's and her sleepwear has ridden up in the night, and Liam's eyes

flick from Lena's jock encased mound to Katy's bare hip. A moment later he

beats a hasty retreat as Katy too wakes up, rolling onto her back and

arching her back, throwing her little bald pussy into prominent relief.

Leaving them to finish waking up, and with a warning not to follow for a

few minutes, I join Liam out onto the verandah, where I find him staring

out towards the dam. "Why were you sleeping with the girls?" he asks, as I

step up beside him.

"Well the night before last, the girls were pretty scared by the storm," I

say, releasing my cock to piss through the railing. He gives me a startled

glance as he hears my zipper and I continue, "and Katy wanted me to hold

her, a minute later Lena cuddled up on the other side. When it was time to

sleep, they dragged me into bed with them and we fell asleep, all cuddled

up together. Then last night, Katy wanted me to hold her again. I thought

Lena would take the single, but she just cuddled up to my back and that's

the way you found us. Actually it felt pretty good, I think I'm going to

miss having a warm body or two to cuddle up to."

"Aren't you worried about what somebody might think?" he ask.

"Why? we were fully dressed." I answer, adding with a short laugh, "At

least very nearly fully dressed."

"Yes I noticed." he says dryly, "Doesn't it worry you?"

"Not really," I reply, "I'm beginning to realise that this family doesn't

think the same way we do about nudity, and I'm starting to think the same

way myself. I had to," I add with a laugh, "when Jane left me and Katy out

here on the verandah after the storm that trapped me here in the first

place and told us to get our wet clothes off. I guess I could have gone in

there," I point towards the bathroom, "but Jane didn't indicate that I

should and the look Katy gave me as she stripped off, well let's just say,

I took it as a challenge.

"She peeked of course and giggled, because things had retreated in the

cold, if you know what I mean, but she certainly didn't stare, so I just

took it in my stride. Jane didn't even bat an eyelid when she stuck her

head back out and told us to hang up our wet clothes."

"Excuse us, we're bursting." Katy cries, as she and Lena streak past and

into the bathroom, leaving a gap in the curtain in their hurry.

Smiling to myself, I watch Liam as he stares through the gap, while

pretending to scan the yard. Katy climbs up onto the rim of the bath,

standing astride it and pulling her nightshirt up to her waist as she cuts

loose with a deep golden stream. At the same time Lena lowers her jocks to

the her ankles and steps out of them, displaying a flash of moist, pink

flesh as she bends to pick them up.

Still holding her nightie up to her waist, Katy jumps down and washes her

pussy at the sink while Lena climbs up onto the bath and takes her place,

she too pulling her shirt up out of the way . She lets go of the shower

head to separate her labia but begins to wobble and is forced to jump down

before she falls. With her back to us she strips off her shirt and climbs

back up, her full, rounded breasts bobbing delightfully as she grab the

shower head and turns to straddle the bath. Reaching down between her

legs, she separates her pussy lips and a powerful, golden cascade pounds

into the bottom of the bath.

As she steps down, this time facing us, she lifts her fingers to her lips

and licks them. Suddenly, she notices the gap in the curtain and her

audience. "Katy!" she squeals, diving out of sight, "The curtain!"

As Katy, leaps for the curtain, Liam jumps and swivels towards me, then

unable to meet my gaze, he turns back to look out towards the dam. Katy

gives me an impudent grin and a wink before twitching the curtain shut.

"Pretty good tits for a thirteen year old." I remark, leaning on the rail.

"Yeah." he whispers, as if from a million miles away. A moment later he

jumps and looks at me. "You were watching too?"

"Why not? There's no harm in looking." I reply easily.

"Yeah I guess not." he says, recovering his composure. "Nice pussy too."

"Which one?" I ask, unable to resist twitting him.

"Both." he whispers so softly that I would have missed it if I hadn't been

watching his lips, then more loudly, "Uh, Lena's of course."

"Quite a show wasn't it?" I ask.

"Yeah, was she really licking her piss off her fingers?" he asks, as if of

himself.

"Why don't you ask her?" I ask with a grin.

"Are you mad?" he yelps.

A second later, Katy bolts out through the curtain, waving a navy blue

scrap of cloth over her head. Behind her Lena's head emerges from between

the curtains and she shouts, "You bring them back right now Katy!"

"Come and get them!" Katy jeers, twirling the jocks that Lena had been

wearing on her finger, before running inside.

As the sounds of Katy, reviving the fire emerge from the kitchen, Lena

comes out, crimson faced, her hands holding the hem of her shirt and

stretching it down to mid thigh, as she sidles past us and inside.

"I could get shot for what I'm thinking right now." he says shaking his

head.

"Me too." I agree, turning back to look over grass steaming under the sun.

A couple of minutes later, Katy sticks her head out of the door and asks,

"Have you had breakfast yet Liam?"

"Yeah, about two - three hours ago." he answers, "I guess I could do with

another one though."

"O.K. it'll be ready in about ten minutes." she tells us and disappears,

re-emerging a minute later to ask, "You want a cuppa while you wait?"

"Yeah sure." he says, turning back to lean on the rail.

"Well come and get it then." she tells him, "What do I look like your

wife?"

"I wish!" he murmurs, turning to head inside, unaware that he is speaking

aloud.

"What was that?" I ask.

"Uh nothing, just clearing my throat." he hurriedly replies, coughing by

way of demonstration.

I follow him in to the kitchen, noting his startled glance from the jocks

hanging on the back of a chair to Lena, standing at the stove, stirring a

pot of porridge. As Katy rises on tip toes to pick up the kettle from the

back of the stove, Lena sways sideways and Katy's hip brushes against her,

lifting her shirt just enough to give us a brief glimpse of pale untanned

skin.

"Hey Lena," I say teasingly, plucking the jocks from the back of the chair,

"I thought you wanted these?"

"Is there any point?" she asks, "You've already seen everything, besides it

makes me feel wicked."

"Uh Lena, would you please put them back on for our sake?" Liam gulps.

"Oh all right." she sighs, crossing her arms in front and grasping the hem

of her T-shirt.

Liam gulps and spins away from her, as she lifts her hands enough to reveal

her red and white polka dot bikini bottoms.

"Um Uncle Liam," I say, "I think we've been had."

"What?" he asks turning back. "Very funny."

"I thought so too." Lena giggles turning her back to waggle her butt at us.

Revealing at the same time the secret of the exposed white skin. The

little tease, has pulled the back of her bikini halfway up into her butt

crack, showing off the bottom two inches or so of her backside.

Dropping the hem of her shirt, she reaches underneath and pulls the fabric

free of her bum crack. "The girls at school are right." she remarks to

Katy, as if Liam and I weren't there, "Teasing boys IS fun, but it's not

very comfortable."

"Don't YOU go trying it." I say warningly to Katy, "There'll be plenty of

time for that, when you've got something to show off."

"Hey I've got a bum too." she protests, flicking up the back of her

nightshirt and waggling the aforementioned feature at us, "See?"

"Yes we can see," I tell her, "and if you don't put it away right now, by

the time I finish with it, we'll be able to see it in the dark."

"You wouldn't?" she cries impudently, sticking her bum out far enough for

her little pink pussy to peek through between her thighs.

"O.K. Katy that does it." I say severely, "Come here right now."

Upon hearing my new tone, she immediately straightens and drops her hands

to her sides. Turning to face me, she backs up to the fridge and

frantically apologises, "I'm sorry Geoff, I won't do it again. I'll be

good, I promise."

"And I'm sorry too Katy," I reply sadly, "but that's just not good enough."

Beside me, Uncle Liam is looking more than a little wild eyed and he tries

to intervene, probably more on his own behalf than Katy's, "Look Geoff, do

you have to, I think she really is sorry, she won't do it again, will you

Katy?

"Uh-huh." she nods.

"No Uncle Liam, she's been warned about this sort of thing. Isn't that

right Katy?" with her chin already on her chest, her head gives a little

bob, "And her mother told me what to do. So now I do it."

"O.K." he gives in, "I'll just wait out on the verandah."

"No!" I say stopping him as he turns to go, "I think you should stay, I

think the humiliation of an audience will make this lesson a great deal

more effective."

"No!" Katy wails, her head snapping up to look at me.

"Yes." I say, grabbing the back of a chair and turning it away from the

table before sitting down. "Now are you going to come here, or am I going

to have to drag you over my knee?"

With short jerky steps, she slowly approaches, to stand, head bowed about a

foot from my knees, at which point she stops, as if rooted to the spot. I

give her a few more seconds to cover the last few inches, then pat my knee.

She advances maybe three inches further, in as many steps, then halts

again, trembling like a leaf.

Sighing, I grasp her wrist and pull her around to stand beside my knee, her

back to my uncle. As I reach up to the back of her neck to pull her down

and across my knees, her lips twist up in a satisfied little smirk. The

little shit, she'd manipulated me into doing exactly as she wanted and now

I had no choice, but to go through with it. Well she was going to regret

having done so.

Something in my eyes tells her that she has gone too far; the smirk leaves

her face, to be replaced by a suddenly apprehensive look. I roughly pull

her across my lap and pin her with my hand in the middle of her back.

Before she can begin to struggle, I bring my hand down on her, still half

covered, backside, with a ringing crack, that causes her to cry out loudly

and her hand immediately comes back to cover her stinging read end.

Roughly grasping her wrist, I tug it higher and pin it under my hand in the

small of her back, catching and dragging the fabric of her T-shirt up to

fully expose her rear at the same time. I then lift my hand again and

bring it down in a blow that stings my palm and causes Katy to yelp and

buck wildly.

The pain in my hand brings me to my senses and I moderate the remaining

blows, so that, while still quite painful, they are not as brutal as the

first two. Even so, they fall on skin already primed by those first two

slaps and by the time I am finished she is sobbing quietly.

When I release her, she remains hanging across my lap, her legs about a

foot apart. I glance towards my uncle and discover that he has seated

himself, and though he tries to look away, his eyes keep drifting back to

look at Katy's exposed buttocks and the plump little vulva that is visible

between her splayed legs.

About a minute later, she gets her sobs under control with a few shuddering

heaves and struggles to her feet, wincing as the fabric of her nightshirt

slides down over her sore bottom. She glances at me with a tear streaked

face, and gulps out a sincere, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too. But the person you should be apologising to is Uncle

Liam, I'm used to you by now."

She crosses the distance between me and my uncle on unsteady leg and,

whispers again, "I'm sorry Uncle Liam. I really am."

"And, I'm sorry it had to happen." he replies, "But Geoff is right, you

really shouldn't do things like that until, you're older. You said last

night you, knew about bad touching. Well what you just did is an open

invitation to bad touching. There are a lot of men out there who would

hurt you very badly if you did that in front of them."

"But you and Geoff wouldn't hurt me, would you?" she asks.

"No," he answers seriously, "but you still shouldn't do it. And neither

should Lena." he adds, looking over at where she is paying very careful

attention to the pot on the stove. "I want you both to promise me that,

you'll never do anything dangerous like that again."

Lena gives the promise at once, while Katy turns it over in her mind.

"Katy?" I say.

"O.K. I promise." she answers. A glint in her eye as she looks at me,

causes me to wonder what is going through her mind. Then it suddenly hits

me, she had just promised not to do anything dangerous and thinking back to

her earlier promise, I realise that she hadn't promised not to expose

herself then either; she had promised to be good. 'But good at what?' I

begin to wonder.

"Can I have a cuddle please Uncle Liam." she asks softly, is a sad little

voice that gives him no choice but to agree.

"Sure Honey, come here." he says, holding out his arms.

Katy straddles his lap, wincing a little as her bottom comes into contact

with the rough denim of his jeans and throws her arms around his neck,

burying her face against his shoulder as he enfolds her in his arms and

hugs her tight. I'm a little surprised that she doesn't rub herself

against him, but then I realise that she really does want to be held and

comforted.

A minute or so later, she relaxes her hold and he releases her. Briefly

pressing her lips to his cheek, then sitting back her hands on his

shoulders, she whispers, "Thankyou."

"Your welcome." he says, "Now go and wash your face."

"Can you lift me down?" she asks, "My bum's sore."

"I'll bet it is." he half grins, looking down as he moves his hands to her

hips. "Uh, Katy, you're doing it again."

"Oops." she giggles, blushing as she looks down, following his gaze. "I am

too."

My uncles hands lift her nightshirt a little higher as he slips his hands

up to her waist and lifts her from his lap, He then holds up for a few of

seconds as he 'steadies' her on her feet. Katy too notices this and

prolongs the exposure by gripping his forearms and wobbling a little. He

looks at her little pussy for as long as he dares then removes his hands,

allowing her nightshirt to fall and cover her up.

"Breakfast's ready." Lena announces.

"Hurry up and wash." Liam tells Katy, and she scampers from the room.

I rise and shoulder Lena aside. Picking up the pot, I pour the porridge

into bowls then fill it with water to soak. Taking two bowls each, we

carry them to the table. My uncle is sweeping the last of the jigsaw into

the box as we set the bowls down.

Katy returns just as I bring the milk, sugar and butter to the table and

she and Lena bring over our half made drinks. Katy gingerly takes a seat

next to my uncle, and I sit next to Lena as we tuck in to breakfast.

"Whatcha been doing all morning?" Katy asks, reaching for the milk.

"I've been clearing the road and your drive," he answers, "I just came to

get Geoff and found you all still asleep. What time did you get to bed

last night anyway. You must have been really zonked, because I've hade the

chainsaw going for the last hour."

"I don't know." she answers, "Pretty late, Geoff was telling us about the

stars. Did you know you can see two million years away."

"That's light years Katy." he corrects her.

"Yeah, but the light's two million years old too." she says.

"You know, I've never really thought of it that way." he says in wonder,

"When I was younger, I used to look through my telescope at stars and try

and work out how many miles away each one was, but I never thought about

how old the light was, even though I knew a light year was how far light

travelled in a year."

"Wow!" Katy exclaims, "You've got a telescope. Can I come over and use it

sometimes?"

"Well, we'd have to see what your mum and dad say first." he temporises,

"You'd have to stay up pretty late to see very much and they might not like

you to be out that late."

"I could sleep over with you." she offers innocently.

His eyes widen a little at this and he cautions her, "We'll see. It won't

be for a while anyway, I'll probably have to get the mirrors re-coated

before we can use it."

"O.K." she agrees, "I hope you know more stars than Geoff does. Did you

knows Betelgeuse should be call Hwat-al-Yawza?"

"No, why's that?" he asks.

"Because it means arm of the giant in Arabic, Betelgeuse means house of the

giant." she answers smugly.

"Geoff told us that Katy." Lena says, pricking Katy's bubble and earning

herself a dark glowering glance.

"It's O.K. Katy." Liam says, "The fact that you learnt something new is the

important thing."

Katy pokes her tongue out at Lena and pulls a face, then resumes shovelling

her porridge into her mouth. Lena returns the look with interest, before

returning her attention to her own plate. "Will you come swimming with us

after breakfast?" Katy asks, mumbling around a mouthful of porridge.

"Wipe your chin Katy." he tells her, "You know you shouldn't talk with your

mouth full."

In the explosion that follows, the small dribble of gruel dripping from her

chin is the least of her problems, snot and oats spray from her mouth and

nose, fanning across the table. A few stray globules making at as far as

Lena and I, bespattering our shirts.

"Eew yuck." Lena cries in disgust, looking down at the obscenely semen like

dribbles, sliding down the swell of her breasts. Fastidiously she flicks

one such droplet from her nipple, causing it to harden under her t-shirt.

Across from us, Liam pounds Katy on the back as she coughs and snorts the

thick paste from her airways. "What made you laugh like that?" he asks,

and I stiffen, suddenly afraid.

Katy, continues to gasp and snort, trying to clear her nose and without

thinking, Lima pulls up the bottom of her nightshirt and hold it to her

nose. "Here blow." he instructs her.

Honking Like a foghorn, Katy clears her nose and turns a grateful smile on

him. Suddenly my uncle realises what he has done and looks down before he

can stop himself, then hastily back at her face. "I'm sorry Katy," he

apologises, letting go of her nightshirt, "I didn't think."

"It's O.K." she replies, deliberately misconstruing the reason for his

apology. "It needs washing anyway." she grasps the fabric of her nightshirt

about the level of her ribs and pulls it outwards to survey the pasty

streaks adorning it.

Liam's eyes follow her gaze to her bespattered nightshirt - and beyond - as

the sudden bobbing of his Adam's apple testifies. "Uh Katy!" he semi-

gulps.

"Oops." she giggles, letting the cloth go. "Well are you coming swimming

with us?"

"Geoff and I really should get going and help Lena's dad with the road." he

tells her.

"Please?" she begs, gazing up at him winsomely.

"I don't know, there's a lot of branches to clear."

"Just for a little while." she begs, "Me and Lena will come and help too."

He glances across at me. "Might as well give in now as later." I say,

"She's going to get her own way eventually."

"You're probably right." he agrees, "O.K. Katy."

"Oh thankyou!" she cries, grabbing his head and planting a resounding kiss

on his lips, before running off into the lounge.

Uncle Liam, sits there looking like a stunned mullet for a couple of

seconds, then turns back to finish his breakfast.

Katy returns a moment later, waving a pair of my shorts, "Here, you can

wear these." she tells my uncle tossing them to him.

"Thanks." he says, snagging them out of the air. "What about you?" he asks,

eyeing the oatmeal streaked nightshirt she is still wearing.

"Oh, I put these on." she says lifting her hem enough to show us a pair of

threadbare, white knickers that are a little too small for her. "And since

this needs a wash anyway." she trails off.

I regret my little explanation of the night before, as my uncle gulps,

realising what the water is going to the fabric tightly stretched across

her plump little mound. But he says nothing and after scooping the last of

his porridge up, he takes my shorts through to the other room.

"Well, come on," he calls from the doorway, a little later, "let's go."

Lena hastily gulps down the last of her tea and we follow him down the

stairs and across the steaming grass to the dam. As Katy goes to make a

running jump into the water, Uncle Liam grabs her and says, "Hang on a sec,

you don't know what the storm's dumped in there."

"It's O.K." she replies, "We went swimming yesterday morning, there's

nothing in there."

"Yesterday! wasn't that just a little cold?" he asks.

"Yep," I reply, grinning, "but did you happen to notice that hog wallow

near the bottom of the steps? After these two finished making that, they

needed a bath."

"You helped!" Katy protests.

"Oh!" he answers, "Well, if you're sure that it's safe."

Not waiting for me to confirm, her statement, Katy wriggles from his grasp

and dives into the water, shooting up a moment later with a whoop. Liam

tests the water with his toe and shudders, then steeling himself, he

follows Katy, popping up beside her, shouting with the cold.

I look at Lena and she starts to back away, shaking her head. Grinning, I

lunge and grasp her by the wrist. Lifting her, shrieking and struggling,

into my arms, I take two steps into the freezing water, before loosing my

footing and sliding down into the murky depths.

I rise to the surface a few feet from her, and she turns a dark look on me.

"You bastard." she squeaks, "I'm gonna get you for that." With this she

leaps at me and shoves me beneath the surface. The last things that I see,

are the dark circles of her areola, beneath her practically transparent T-

shirt. Hm, somebody else who has been paying attention to my explanations.

She plants a foot in the middle of my chest to shove herself away from me,

but she is a second too slow and I grab her ankle before she can escape. I

slide my free hand up the back of her violently jerking leg, gently

squeezing her bottom and pulling her to me. Releasing her ankle, I grasp

the back of her head and seek out her lips with mine. She relaxes, melting

into the kiss for a few moments, then pushes against me as her breath

begins to run out.

We emerge from the water about a foot apart, treading water as we gasp and

draw fresh air into out lungs. Her gasp becomes a squeak of surprise as,

under the concealment of the turbid water, I lift a hand and tweak a rock

hard, cold stiffened nipple. This time, when she plants her foot on my

chest, I let her get away and turn to see what Katy is up to.

She is climbing up on to the diving platform, the thin fabric covering her

cute little bottom is so very nearly transparent, that the red marks left

by my second slap are easily visible. When she rises and turns to face us,

the view from the front is almost as bad. While the double layer of cloth

now covering her is almost opaque, it is plastered to her body, outlining

every crease and fold of her labia, even the outline of her fat clitoris is

visible.

My uncle bobs in the water in front of her, totally transfixed by the lewd

display, until Katy says, "Get out of my way Uncle Liam, I want to jump."

He comes to himself with a start and swims a few feet to the side, before

turning back, unable to keep his eyes off her. She flexes her knees and he

gasps audibly, as the layers of fabric covering her mons briefly separate,

giving him an almost unobstructed view of her more naked than naked pussy.

Straightening her legs, she launches herself out over the water, knifing

into it only inches from his nose and emerging in front of me. "You're

right," she whispers, "this IS better than being totally naked."

Turning away from me, she strokes back over to the platform, once again

displaying her bottom as she pulls herself up. Turning, she seats herself

on the edge and says. "The water's too high, can I jump off your shoulders

Uncle Liam? You too Geoff, that way Lena and I can do a double."

I swim over towards the platform, arriving in front of her at the same time

as Lena. As she rises and steps back out of the way, we are treated to a

very interesting display of her young pre-teen pudenda. Giving her a wink,

I haul myself up onto the platform and turn to offer Lena my hand. As I

pull her up, my uncle, who has pulled himself halfway onto the platform,

catches sight of her breasts bobbing beneath the translucent fabric of her

T-shirt and with a muttered, "Shit!" falls back into the water.

"Nice tits." Katy comments, then as he bobs back to the surface, "Hurry up

Uncle Liam."

Gasping, he eyes a blushing Lena for a second, then tearing his gaze away,

he pulls himself up onto the platform and turns to face out over the water.

Then as I wrap one arm about the centre pole, and offer Lena the other as a

step, he begins muttering to himself, "Thirteen, she's only thirteen."

Lena quickly scrambles up my body, her breasts bobbing delightfully under

the translucent fabric of her shirt, then steadying herself against the

pole, she turns and waits for Katy.

Katy, slips in font of my uncle, "Hey, I'm down here dummy." she says,

adding as he tears his eyes from Lena's quivering mounds, "I hope my

boobies get that big one day."

"Give them time." he responds absently, grabbing the pole and stooping to

offer his cupped hand.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she steps into his proffered hand and

waits for him to straighten. When he does, she grabs the pole with one

hand and the top of his head with the other. Lifting her foot to his

shoulder, she presents to his bugging eyes, a clear view of her plump young

pussy only inches from his nose. Then stretched beyond it's ability to

conceal(?) the fabric of the front panel of her knickers slips to one side,

baring one fat hairless labia to his gaze as the leg band disappears into

her pussy crack.

A moment later, he breaths a sigh of relief and regret as she pulls herself

up onto his shoulder and turns. I think only his arm trapped between me

and the pole keeps him upright and glancing down to his groin, I'm amused

to discover that lust has overcome freezing water and his shorts outline

the shape of his erection.

"One - two -three.", Katy's shouted counting above us, causes us to brace

ourselves as they bend their knees and launch themselves. Hand in hand,

They knife into the water about three metres in front of us and a trail of

bubbles follows their progress towards what is left of the island. Side by

side, they shoot from the water, broaching until their hips clear the water

and with fingers still entwined, they fall backwards with a splash that

sends a series of small waves rippling towards us.

Floating on their backs, they stroke back towards us, Lena's firm, round

breasts bobbing back and forth with the same leisurely rhythm of her arm.

As they come to a halt below us, my uncle gulps and when they reach their

hands up to us, he turns his head resolutely away as he hauls Katy up in

front of him. Before she can repeat her earlier display, he turns her and

lifts her to is shoulders.

I haul Lena up and this time as she clambers up my body, her breasts brush

against my face, her nipples tracing lines of fire over my cheeks.

Giggling, she steps onto my shoulder and pulls herself up beside Katy.

Together they chant "One - Two - Three" and almost drive us to our knees

with the force of their take off.

This time, I follow them into the water and emerge behind them, just in

time to catch them in my arms as they broach. They screech in surprise as

my arms encircle them and I dig my fingers into their ribs. Giggling

wildly they twist in my grasp and return the digital assault with interest,

attacking my ribs and armpits and driving me gasping beneath the surface.

Diving out of their reach, I come up a few metres away and turn to find

that they have my uncle, who had come to my rescue, at their mercy and I

have to dive back into the fray. Catching Katy around the waist, I haul

her away, leaving my uncle to deal with Lena. After a few false starts, in

which he encounters flesh too pneumatic for his peace of mind, he secures a

solid grip on her wrists and sends her into giggling paroxysms, his fingers

digging into her sides.

"Cannonball!" Katy cries and sighing I drag her, sputtering and squealing

in outrage, by the ankle over to the bank. Folding her into a ball, I lift

her to my shoulder and heave, swamping my uncle and Lena.

"My turn." Lena cries.

Uncle Liam, tows her over to the bank beside me, but when he goes to pick

her up, she says, "No I want to do back flips."

Gulping audibly, he entwines his hands for her to step into. He turns his

head to one side as she grip his shoulders, but I see his eyes roll to the

side, watching her breasts bobbing as he bounces her up and down. On the

count of three he damn near launches her into orbit, throwing her a good

five feet above the surface of the water, where she brings her hands

together and re-enters with barely a splash.

As I dispose of a giggling Katy for the second time, he scans the water

beyond Lena's point of entry, waiting for her to surface. When she

surfaces right in front of him, close enough to brush her engorged nipples

against his belly as she stands, he damn near shits himself.

Giggling, she places her hands on his shoulders and waits for him to cup

his hands for her. This time his head bobs, like one of those dogs that

used to be so popular on the back ledges of cars and she lands flat on he

back, squealing, as he forgets to let go of her foot.

Shaking his head, he declares, "O.K. that's enough, we'd better get going

on the road, or we'll never get it done."

Grumbling, the girls trail Uncle Liam and I from the water, then suddenly

shoot past us, "Bet you can't catch us." Katy cries as they dash for the

stairs.

Well, we can't take that. Accelerating as fast as the wet grass will

allow, we take off after them and are soon pounding on their heels, with a

final burst of speed, Uncle Liam sweeps Katy up in his arms and a second

later I grasp Lean around the waist, just in time for Uncle Liam to step in

the 'hog wallow' and land ignominiously on his arse, Katy across his lap.

Lena and I are too close to stop and land on top of them.

Katy's giggling emerges from somewhere in the middle of the pile and a

moment later Lena squeals in shocked outrage. Not even noticing that her

breasts are damn near smothering my uncle as she tries to escape whatever

Katy is doing to her. He, however, does notice and with a violent heave,

he shoves all of us aside.

Lena lands on her backside, legs apart, with a disgusted look on her face

as she looks down at the front of her bikini bottoms, which bulge with

about half a pound of mud. Seeing Katy, almost helpless with laughter,

lying in front of her, she pounces on her and silences the laughter with as

much mud as she can stuff into Katy's tiny knickers. The two of them roll

about in the mud, getting filthier and filthier, for a minute or so, then

without warning they pounce on my uncle, plastering his chest with great

handfuls of mud.

For a little while, he puts up a token resistance to their assault, letting

them have their way with him, but when Katy stuffs a handful of mud down

the front of his shorts, he nearly breaks her wrist in his haste to remove

her hand from his pants.

"O.K. Enough!" he bellows and they stop like rabbits caught in the

headlights of an oncoming car. "O.K.," he continues in more moderate

tones, "We will walk slowly and decorously down to the dam, where we will

get rid of this mud and then we will return to the house in the same

fashion." He catches my grin as they start off with a peculiar, waddling

walk and lunges at me, adding, "After we get Geoff!"

With giggling squeals of delight, the girls dive on me. I try to put up a

good fight, but with three assailants, it is only a matter of seconds

before they have me pinned and fill my shorts to bursting with great gobs

of cold, greasy clay. Letting me up, my uncle jeers, "Now who walks

funny?"

All four of us waddle down to the dam and wade out into the water, which is

once again freezing after the heat of the sun and the exertion of our

wrestling. As soon as the water covers our hips, we all bob down and

remove our pants, rinsing them out.

"I wouldn't if I were you." he warns Katy as she eyes his hands and the

shorts in them speculatively.

After slipping our pants back on, we duck our heads to rinse the rest of

the mud from our bodies and our hair. This time the journey to the house

is without incident, at least until we reach the stairs. Taking the stairs

two at a time, Katy reaches the verandah first and strips off her

nightshirt, tossing it over the rail. Liam, Lena and I reach the top just

as she strips off her knickers and drops them on top of her night shirt.

"I thought I warned you about that Katy." my uncle growls as she reaches up

for a towel. "And you promised me."

"Pooh, you aren't dangerous." she tells him, unconcernedly towelling

herself down, "Besides this is different. Now hurry up you lot."

"See what I mean." I say to him, tossing my own shirt and reaching for a

towel.

"I guess it doesn't make any difference, he can already see them." Lena

mutters. and I look up to where she is looking down at her boobs, which are

easily visible under her wet T-shirt. Blushing, she grasps the hem and

strips it off, setting her firm round breasts bobbing, and my uncle gulping

and whirling, to look away.

"What's wrong Uncle Liam, got something in your eye?" I gibe.

"You could say that." he mutters, crimson featured.

"What's wrong with my boobies?" Lena asks, moving up beside him, "You

looked at them when I had the shirt on."

He glances down and snaps his eyes back to the willow lying across the

drive. Then with a sigh, he looks back and says, "Nothing I guess. But

your mother wouldn't like you parading them like that."

"Pooh, who's going to tell her." she says, "Besides, people do it all the

time."

"You're right, people do, do it all the time. I guess I'm just a little

old fashioned, I know I shouldn't let it bother me, but you just surprised

me. Actually, they're very nice 'boobies', magnificent in fact."

"Oooh, thankyou!" she squeals, jumping up and wrapping her arms and legs

around him, mashing her breasts flat against his chest as she kisses him

resoundingly.

He meets my amused gaze over her shoulder, shrugging helplessly. "O.K.

Lena, I think you can get down now." he tells her.

As Lena slides to the floor, Katy calls out, "Hurry up and get your pants

off you lot, so we can go inside."

"Forget it, you little voyeur." I tell her, "Scram."

Liam then surprises me by saying, "Take your own advice Geoff. Unless you

plan on nailing yourself into her parents bedroom, she's going to peek.

Besides according to you, she's seen it all before. Maybe Lena should be

the one to scram."

"Do I have to?" the mendacious little minx asks, "I've never seen a grown

up one before. I'll let you see mine."

"You don't have to do that." he says, "But if we do let you look, you can't

tell anybody, they might get a bit upset."

"No, if you do it, I do it too." Lena replies, "You're right, we shouldn't

let a bit of skin bother us."

Katy follows this conversation wide eyed and grins wickedly as realises

that she has managed to start the process of wearing my uncle down.

I glance at my uncle and he nods. Shrugging, I slip my thumbs into the top

of my shorts and wait. Lena too slides her thumbs under the waistband of

her bikini bottom and Uncle Liam releases the snap at the top of his

shorts, the sound like a rifle shot in the tension filled air.

As if that is a signal, Lena, blushing all the way down to he nipples,

swiftly slips her bottoms down to her ankles and steps out of them.

Standing with her hands together over her mound, she looks directly at my

uncle.

Blushing almost as fiercely as her, he lowers the zipper of his pants and

halts, looking at me. Shrugging, I push my shorts off my hips and let them

fall with a wet slap to the floor. Lena turns at the sound and gasps. "I

thought it would be bigger than that!" she exclaims convincingly, staring

at my shrivelled member."

Behind her, Liam lets his pants fall and she whirls back. "Oh, that's

better." she whispers, staring at his cock, which while still limp, has

begun to fill with blood, under the influence of our forbidden actions.

Dropping her hands to her sides, she takes a couple of steps backwards, so

that she can look at us both at once.

For Uncle Liam's benefit, I stare at Lena adolescent pubis, imagining the

tight little hole concealed within the wine red folds of her prominent

inner labia. Dreaming of running my fingers over the baby smooth skin of

her plump outer lips and through the small tuft of hair at the top of her

slit.

My thoughts soon have the blood rushing to my groin, and my cock begins to

stir, swiftly extending and rising until it points at the ceiling. "Oh

wow!" Katy cries excitedly, "Geoff's is growing like yours did last night

Uncle Liam. Yours is too. How come that's happening? Nothing's rubbing

it."

"It also happens sometimes, when a man sees a pretty girl without any

clothes on." he explains haltingly.

"Oh wow!" Lena breaths, "You mean I'm doing that? I'm making you get all

stiff like that?"

"Yes, looking at you is making us get erections." he answers, "I was hoping

it wouldn't happen, but I guess it was too much expect of Geoff, and when

it happened to him, I started thinking about things I shouldn't and it

happened to me too."

"What sort of things?" Katy asks.

At the same time, Lena asks naively, "Does it hurt?"

My uncle chooses to answer Lena's question, saying, "No it doesn't hurt,

actually it feels pretty good." reaching for a towel, he continues, "Now I

think we've all had a good enough look, let's go and get some clothes on."

"Um, Liam." Lena begins hesitantly.

"Yes." he stops sawing the towel across his back and lets it dangle from

one hand.

"I'm feeling sort of funny down here." she whispers, reaching down and

pulling her inner labia apart, "Can you look and see if anything's wrong."

"No!" he half shouts, causing her to flinch and jerk her hands away from

her crotch. "I'm sorry Lena." he apologises, "You just surprised me

again."

Oh God this is getting out of hand." he mutters, then in a stronger tone,

"There's absolutely nothing at all wrong with you, you're just starting to

feel the same way we do when our penises get hard. Look, do you ever

masturbate?"

"What's that?" Katy asks from her position beside the door.

"Shit, I forgot you were there." he says, "Masturbation is rubbing your

penis or vulva, that's there between your legs." he waves vaguely.

"Why do you do that?" Lena ask naively, "Mum says that's dirty."

"Well your mother's wrong." he says, "But let's finish out here and go

inside first, I'll explain while we're getting dressed."

Suiting actions to his words, he briskly finishes drying himself and Lena

and I do the same. Pushing Katy ahead of him, he leads us inside and into

the lounge.

As soon as we get there, Katy squirms away and asks, "O.K. what's

mastibashun?"

"Like I said before, masturbation is rubbing yourself between your legs.

People do it because it feels good. And that's why your mother told you it

was dirty. She doesn't want you to find out about sex until, you are

older. Which I think is really silly. You've started to have periods

haven't you?"

"Um yeah," she says, "but Mum says I'm not supposed to talk about it."

"Hmn, this might be a little more complicated than I thought. Is your

mother very religious Lena?"

"No not really, but Gran is." she replies. "Why?"

"Because that explains a few things. O.K. girls I want you to solemnly

promise not to repeat a single thing I'm going to say here. No trick

promises this time Katy. This one's got to be for real, because if anybody

finds out there'll be hell to pay. Especially for Geoff and me, but Lena

will probably cop it plenty bad and you might too."

"O.K. we promise not to say anything." Katy answers for both of them and

Lena nods.

"O.K." Uncle Liam, takes a deep breath, "What has your mother told you

about your periods Lena?"

"Just that they're something to do with having babies, but I don't need to

know any more until I get married." she replies truthfully.

"Silly bitch." he mutters, "Uh, sorry Lena, but in this day and age that's

a pretty stupid attitude. O.K. first things first; you're right, your

periods are to do with having babies. It's you're body making your womb

ready for an egg which you produce about two weeks after your period stops.

If the egg get fertilised by a mans sperm, it sticks to the side of your

womb and grows into a baby. If it doesn't you have another period and it

starts all over again."

"How does a mans sperm get inside a girl?" Katy asks innocently.

"I'm getting to that." he tells her, "The sperm gets inside when a man puts

his penis in a woman's vagina, that's the hole where the blood comes out

Lena, if you don't know that already."

"This hole?" Katy asks, lying down on the mattress and pulling her pussy

lips apart.

"Yes that hole." he answers. "Now stop that. A man puts his penis in a

woman's vagina and moves it in and out until his sperm squirts out and if

it's the right time of the month, that's about four days before and after

the egg comes down, it joins with the egg and a new baby is started."

"Wouldn't that hurt?" Lena asks, "Katy's hole, uh vagina is pretty small

and mine isn't much bigger."

"No, a woman's vagina stretches a lot, it's got to, because that's where

the baby comes out when it's ready. That does hurt, but sex usually only

hurts the first time, because there's a piece of skin inside a girl's

vagina that has to be broken. Don't bother trying to show us Katy. After

that it will only hurt if you try to do it too quick and there's no

lubrication."

"What's that?"

"Slippery fluids that are made inside the vagina when a girl or woman is

aroused, so that a man's penis can slide easily. You can use artificial

lubricants, but unless there's some sort of medical problem, they shouldn't

be used, because if they're needed otherwise, only the man's going to get

any satisfaction. The girl won't be uncomfortable like if she was dry, but

if both people aren't getting good feelings from sex then you shouldn't do

it."

"Why?"

"Because sex is about love and affection, if a man or boy just wants to use

you for his own pleasures, then he's a selfish bastard and you should piss

him of and find somebody who cares. Boy's you can give a second chance to,

because they aren't very experienced, but if they're not interested in

helping you to feel good too, dump them and spread the word. It'll keep

other girls from making a poor choice and it might just bring the boy to

his senses.

"Now you're still a little young to think about having sex yet Lena. Oh,

you're probably physically ready, but unless you get a very understanding

and gentle lover, it'll probably be a big disappointment and that just

makes it harder the next time.

"In the meantime; when you're in private, you can explore your body and

find out what feels good and what doesn't. I'll give you a couple of

pointers, your clitoris, that's the little bump at the top of your slit, is

just about the most sensitive part of your body and rubbing it will

probably give you the most pleasure. But you should start by softly

rubbing all over the outside of your pussy first, and when you start to

make lubricants use them to make your clit slippery, by then it should be

getting hard and stiff like our penises did."

"How come Katy's sticks out like that? And is my pussy my vulva?"

"Yes pussy is just another name for vulva and there are lots of other

names. I'm sure Katy can work them out from all she's heard over at the

yards. Her clitoris is that big because they come in all shapes and sizes,

Katy's is unusually large, in fact it's just about the biggest one I've

ever seen. Most women's clits are about the size of a peanut or a bit

smaller."

"How will I know when it's time to have sex with a boy?" Katy asks, "I

mean I'm feeling sort of tingly down here." she rubs absently at her little

pussy, "Sort of like I want to piddle, but I don't. And it's getting

slippery too. And my clitty's getting bigger. And I was just wondering

what it would feel like if you put your penis in me."

My uncle, who had been struggling to tell Katy to stop her 'idle?' fondling

of her little slit, cries out, "Oh shit! No Katy! THAT would not be a

good idea." At the same time, his prick, which had almost fully relaxed,

snaps to attention so fast that it almost slaps his belly, signalling that

it thought the idea was great.

"Would you please stop rubbing yourself and listen very carefully to what I

say. I could get into enough trouble just for telling you about sex. If I

actually did it with you and anybody found out, I could go to jail. And

the people in jail do not like men who have sex with little girls, I could

get killed."

"Even if I wanted you to do it?" she asks incredulously.

"Yes, even then," he replies, "because they would think that I did

something that made you want it."

"So who can I do it with so I can see what it's like?" Katy asks.

"Nobody!" my uncle says forcefully, "You are way to young to even think

about having sex yet. You should wait until you are at least as old a

Lena, and even then you should wait a couple of more years. In the

meantime, you can masturbate, but do it when you are alone. O.K.?"

"What did you mean about Mum being religious?" Lena asks, in an attempt to

divert attention.

Uncle Liam gives her a grateful look, and while his attention is on her, I

give Katy a warning look, she responds with an impudent display of her

tongue, but nods agreement.

"Well religious people have some really funny ideas about sex, that they

get from the bible. They usually think that sex should only be used for

having babies and having sex for fun is a sin. Of course that means that

they think the masturbation is wrong, because the only reason for

masturbating is to feel good.

"Now although your mother might not be religious like your grandmother, she

was taught about sex by her and although your mother might know that what

she was taught is wrong, she still doesn't believe that it's wrong. Do you

understand what I mean?"

"Um, sort of I think." she replies hesitantly, "It's like knowing that

there's nothing wrong with people like Jane's friend Paul, but you sort of

feel uncomfortable around them anyway."

"Exactly, that's a perfect example." he replies. "If you hear something

often enough, especially when you are young, you believe it, and you can

keep on believing, even when you KNOW it's wrong."

"Now a couple of other things, and these is some of the most important

things, that's why I saved them for last:

First, never have sex with a boy unless he's wearing a condom. That's a

rubber bag that goes over a penis and catches the sperm. It'll stop you

getting pregnant, but more importantly, it will stop you catching any

diseases that he might have.

"So even if you go on the pill later, you should still use a condom unless

you know the boy very well, and you are the only one doing it with him. If

you even suspect the boy is having sex with somebody else, he wears a

condom or he can masturbate.

"Also, if a boy won't take 'no' for an answer, that's rape, it doesn't

matter how nice he is, if he won't stop when you tell him too, he's a

rapist and you are fully entitled to do anything you have to, to get away

from him.

"If you can't get away, tell somebody you can trust as soon as you can,

don't stop to think about it, just tell somebody. If he threatens to kill

you, it doesn't matter, still tell someone, because if you don't he's

either going to come back again or he's going to do it to other people.

"If you keep your mouth shut, it will really screw you up inside and if you

find out later about somebody else he's hurt, it'll screw you up even

further. If you talk about it, it will help you heal. Besides, you're

better off taking the risk of getting killed, than being a slave to scum

like that, and that's what you'd be if you let him take control of your

life."

"Now, I really think It's time that we got dressed and on the road gang,

your father's going to wonder what we are doing. Now for all our sakes,

please keep quiet about this. I won't ask you to lie about it, if your

parents asks you a direct question tell them everything I told you.

They'll still probably be mad at me, but if you just tell them I taught you

about sex, the first thing they'll think is that I showed you and once they

get that idea in their heads, you'll have a damned hard time getting them

to listen to the rest."

As he was saying this, I'd been sorting through clothes, picking out

underpants for the girls and handing them to them, Katy looked at hers as

if they were something you might find under a rock, but she slips them on

anyway. Once the first modicum of modesty has been restored for the girls,

I leave them to finish dressing and find clothes for myself.

Once we're dressed, we have a quick whip around, Lena and I packing up the

last of my stuff up, and stripping the mattresses and Katy and Uncle Liam

seeing to the kitchen and banking the fire.

On my way out the door with the sheets and pillowslips, I grab the ruined

pillow and take them downstairs. While the washing machine is filling with

water, I tip the feathers from the pillow into the composter and dispose of

the ruined cover.

Five minutes later we collect a couple of crowbars and a bowsaw from under

the house and troop off down the drive to where it crosses the creek. On

the other side is my uncles little 4WD. A cable runs from the winch to a

tree on this side of the creek and my uncle instructs me and the girls to

hold onto it as we cross.

Adventurous soul that she is, Katy is the first to make the attempt, but

has to retreat, as the water swirling about her thighs threatens to knock

her off her feet. However she refuses to be left behind, and insists that

I carry her on my shoulders. I very carefully pick my way across the

creek, gripping the cable tightly under my arm and using one of the

crowbars as a staff. Her extra weight actually makes it easier to maintain

my footing.

When I tell my uncle this, he brings Lena, carrying his jeans and our

footwear across the same way and after instructing me on how to run the

winch, goes back to unfasten the cable and secure it about his waist. As he

crosses I wind the cable on the drum, keeping just enough tension to

prevent it dragging in the water.

After rinsing the mud from our feet and drying off with an old towel from

the car, we slip our footwear on and pile inside. He drives about five

kilometres down the road to where Lena's father and brothers are working on

a huge ghost gum which completely blocks the road.

"What the hell took you so long?" Bob Shead yells, switching off his

chainsaw.

"They did." Uncle Liam answers, laying the blame on us, "They spent half

the night looking at the stars and they were still asleep when I got there.

They fed me breakfast, and then Katy wanted to go swimming. A mud fight

and another swim and here we are."

"Well now that you're finally here, get to work over there. You kids can

help the boys shift what we've already cut. Having said this, he fires up

his chainsaw and starts tearing into the tree.

Lena introduces me to her brothers, Gordon and Jeremy. Gordon is about

eighteen years old and looks as strong as an ox and just about as bright.

Jeremy is about fifteen and almost as strong as his brother, if anything,

his light burns even dimmer than his brother's. Katy watches them heaving

at a large branch for a while, one of them working at each end with a

crowbar, even with their considerable strength they are only moving it a

few inches at a time.

"Hey, Jeremy you big dummy." Katy calls.

"Yeah Katy?" he blinks amiably.

"Come here and work on the same end as Gordon." she orders.

"Why?"

"Don't worry about that, just do it." she orders imperiously. "Gordon wait

for Jeremy."

Moving ponderously, Jeremy joins his brother and under Katy's guidance,

they set their bars to the log and heave. They blink with surprise when

the end of the log lurches a good two feet. After another four heaves she

directs them to the other end and a couple of minutes later the branch is

clear of the road.

Fortunately, both boys are very amiable lads, because she bosses them

unmercifully. Even when they make a mistake and she curses them roundly,

they just accept the abuse calmly and wait for her to tell them where to

put the crowbars.

Leaving them to deal with what Bob cuts, Lena and I join my uncle and start

in on what he has already cut. Ten minutes later, having reduced the crown

of tree to manageable potions, Liam takes Lena's crowbar and Bob takes mine

and not very many minutes later the road is clear.

Moving from tree to tree, we work our way down the road, even eating lunch

on the move, and about two o'clock that afternoon, we meet James and Jane

coming the other way. Working with them is a sleeper cutter, who with his

big chainsaw and tractor has helped them to cut an hour off their best

estimate.

After making a show of counting heads and limbs and hugging all three of

us, Jane herds us into their car, kicking Jimmy out, to go back with my

uncle.

 

 

Chapter 12 - HOMECOMING.

 

"So were you girls good for Geoff?" Jane asks, after letting Katy chatter

on for ten minutes or so about her stint as public works foreman, and how

much faster the Shead boys worked under her direction. Twisting sideways

in her seat, Jane looks back at us between the seats.

"Yes Mum."

"Yes Jane."

"Geoff?" Jane raises her eyebrows.

"Well they did make a bit of a wallow in the middle of the lawn." I answer.

"You helped!" they protest in unison.

"Personal Jinx." I cry, earning thumps in the ribs from both sides.

"Well, that should give us a bit of peace." James says, laughing when Katy

kicks the back of his seat.

"Geoff," Jane asks, "I meant to ask, what does 'personal' jinx mean?"

"I'm the only one who can break it. You can order them about by name and

they still can't talk."

"I think I like that." She grins, "Plan on keeping it up for long?"

"Oh, I might do something about it about bedtime." I say airily. "Ouch!

Tomorrow." Katy pauses her fist cocked for another assault on my ribs.

"What about this wallow? How did that come about?"

"Oh, We decided to go swimming in the rain yesterday morning, and the

ground was so slippery, that we didn't make it very far before the ground

spanked Katy. We laughed, she threw and the rest is now a fair start on a

vegie patch."

"If that's the worst you managed to do, I'm more than pleased." she

laughed. "Nothing else not covered by our insurance?"

"I kicked Katy's boots off the steps in my hurry to get up before the rain

started. Oh, and I owe you a pillow. Lena and I had a pillow fight. Mine

lost." I reply.

Forget it," she tells me, "that's cheap babysiting."

"You know, you just unjinxed me, don't you Geoff?" Lena says.

"Of course." I reply as if I'd done it deliberately.

"Hey you did me too!" Katy cries, suddenly realising that she's wasted

thirty seconds in which she could have been telling me what she thought of

me.

"You know all of those things, I said about you yesterday Geoff?" Katy

begins conversationally, "Well consider them said again."

"Huh, what's this?" James says, tilting his rear view mirror so that he can

look at his daughter, "Have you been swearing again?"

"Not so as you'd notice." I reply with a laugh, "Though she did manage to

very thoroughly curse me and four generations of my family, including one

that I haven't had a chance to start yet. But she didn't swear. She does

need to spend more time at the cattle yards though, she begins to repeat

herself after only five minutes."

"Katy!" Jane exclaims in shocked tones, "I hope Geoff tanned your hide good

and proper."

"Nope." she replies impudently.

"Why not?" Jane asks me.

"I was too busy taking notes." I reply, and both James and his wife laugh.

"Besides, she didn't really mean it, she was just trying to shock me into

talking when she had us jinxed."

"Well I'm glad she wasn't really naughty." Jane says, "She can be a real

handful at times."

"He wouldn't let me be naughty." Katy declares aggrievedly, "Every time I

even thought about it, he threatened me with the hair brush."

"A little outside the charter," Jane muses, "but the thought of five good

ones with the back of a hairbrush, always did keep me in line."

"The other side Mum!" Katy says.

"Oh?" Jane says ominously.

"Yeah well, I wouldn't have actually used it." I say, "But Mum's done it to

me a couple of times, when I pushed her so far she didn't bother to check

which side she was swinging at my legs. After that, all she had to say

was: 'You'll feel the rough side of the hairbrush if you keep that up.' And

after Katy stepped on it. Well?"

"I can imagine." Jane says, "THAT would have kept Charles Manson in line."

After that, the conversation turns to how we kept ourselves amused, so I

sit back and listen to how creative Katy can be. Amazingly she manages to

avoid any outright lies, and I silently applaud my protege.

As Katy winds down, James turns into their drive and comes to a halt behind

my uncle a minute later. "O.K. looks like it's shanks pony from here." he

announces. "As soon as the 'dry' comes we concrete it Jane."

"Yes dear." She replies in the tones of a wife who has heard similar

promises before. "Take some groceries with you." Turning to us, she adds,

"You too."

"Yes Mum." Katy returns, perfectly mimicking her mother's tones.

We all load up, carting the entire carload of groceries across the creek in

two trips. Jane sends Katy up to the house to send Jimmy, who had bolted

as soon as my uncle had come to a halt, back with the wheelbarrow. We meet

him about halfway to the house, but when he reaches for the bags we are

carrying, my uncle informs him that his load is still at the creek.

Muttering under his breath, he passes us and five minutes later he is still

muttering as he makes three trips up and down the stairs and heads back for

towards the creek.

"You didn't have to do the washing." Jane says to me, as she hands out tea

and bickies in the lounge.

"We didn't have much choice, if we wanted dry towels." I reply, turning a

stern look on the girls.

"Really, what bits did Katy leave out?" she asks.

"Just the water fight these two had in the bathroom." I say, "They had a

bubble bath and by the time they were finished the floor was awash, when I

went to put a stop to it, the place was ankle deep in suds." There, all

basically true statements, admittedly amounting to a major distortion of

the truth, but true all the same. (Beat that Katy.) "Did you know boobs

float?" I add with a direct look at Lena.

"Geoff!" she screams, turning bright crimson.

"As a matter of fact, yes I did." Jane answers dryly over James and my

uncle's chuckles.

Just then, Jimmy enters the room and throws himself down on the mattress.

"O.K. that's just about enough of that young man." Jane says sternly,

"you've been sulking since I made you apologise to that family sleeping

next to us, and I'm just about sick of it."

"They're just a bunch of dumb coons." he mutters.

"Jimmy!" James thunders, rising from his chair.

"No James, I'll handle this." Jane gently but firmly, eases her livid

husband back into his chair. "Those 'dumb coons', as you put it, Jimmy

leave you for dead. Both of those kids you insulted are a year ahead of

their age in school, their father is a full professor at Capricornia

University and their mother is an associate professor. Hows that for 'dumb

coons'?"

"Yeah abo studies." he says, still refusing to accept that these people

might be anything but his social inferiors.

"Yes he lectures in Aboriginal studies and comparative anthropology and

Neolithic culture too. His wife takes English and French literature." Jane

tells him coldly, "And if I hear one more derogatory remark like that

you'll be feeling the rough side of a hairbrush. Thanks Geoff and you can

thank your mother too."

She turns back to her scowling son, "People who think like you're thinking

now, nearly got me killed. And those same sort of people are the ones who

kidnapped Mr and Mrs Nangedera and shipped them off to England, to work

like slaves. They were lucky though they were adopted by a French couple

and were given a chance to go to the most prestigious university in France.

"Because of attitudes like yours, they wouldn't have stood a chance here,

because when they entered university over there, our government was still

treating their people like cattle. You know what a census is? Well under

the question, 'How many cows do you have?' there was one that asked, 'How

many aboriginals?'"

"I don't have to listen to this." he half shouts, rising to storm from the

room."

"Take one more step boy and I'll be the one swinging that hairbrush." James

rumbles ominously. "Now sit down, shut up and listen." Jimmy thumps back

to the mattress, glowering murderously.

"Now I'm going to tell you a true story and you are going to listen." Jane

tells him.

"Is that wise Jane?" James asks, glancing from Lena to my uncle to me, "I

assume this is THAT story."

"Yes it is, I've already told Geoff part of it and I said I'd tell him the

rest. I'm pretty sure we can trust them, besides, Dad's dead and any

attempt at prosecuting Mum would stir up so much media attention, that the

pope himself would shit. I didn't actually intend to tell it today, but

the way this bigot I gave birth to is acting has forced my hand. And I'm

damned tempted to go back to his old school and tell it there too."

"You're right dear, he needs to be told." James agrees.

"O.K. Jimmy, people, This happened back when I was a little girl, younger

than Katy is now. My father owned a cattle station up in the Territory and

some people from a mission station came to buy some cattle from him.

"One of these people was a church minister and he asked my father where the

local tribe of aboriginals was camped so that he could tell them about God.

Well at the time Dad was pretty religious, even though he went to a

different church, so he told the minister where to go.

"The minister went off to see the Aboriginals and Dad helped the driver

load the cattle on the truck. When the minister came back, they drove off

and Mum and Dad thought that would be the last that they would see of them.

"But instead of going back to the mission, they drove out of sight and then

they took the truck to a place about a mile from the aboriginals camp and

waited till the men went off hunting the next morning. As soon as the men

were gone and there was nobody left but the women and old men. They then

went to the swimming hole where all the kids were.

"The minister had found out where it was the day before, by saying that it

was very important that the children had a chance to learn about God and

got somebody to take him there. He told all of the kids all of these

really pretty stories and how people who let him lead them to God would get

all of these great rewards.

"This time, when he turned up, he gave everybody lollies and told them that

he and his friend were there to lead them to God. Everybody wanted to go

with him, but the oldest girl said she had to tell their mother's where

they were going first, because she was in charge.

"Well, suddenly these nice men, turned into bad men and marched everybody

at gunpoint to the truck and forced them inside. I was with those

children, like I was nearly every day, and because I wanted to be like my

friends, I didn't wearing any clothes and my tan was so dark I looked like

one of them.

"I tried to tell them who I was, but they just thought I was one of the

station owner's bastard half-breed children and laughed at me and threw me

in the back of the truck with the other kids.

"Luckily, they drove past Dad, who was fixing a fence nearby, I screamed

out to him and he heard me. He ran back to the homestead and got the truck

and came after us. He caught up about twenty miles down the road.

"The minister thought he wanted to tell them something about the cattle

they'd bought, so they pulled over for him and got out to talk to him in

front of the truck.

"When he asked about us kids, they just smiled sweetly and told Dad that

they were taking us back with them to the mission station, where they were

going to give us a good Christian education and civilise us heathens. Dad

told them they had his daughter in the back of the truck and they said

something like he should leave the gins alone, (Authors note: a gin is the

pidgin term for an aboriginal woman.) as half-breeds were an abomination in

the sight of the lord.

"Dad started to get mad and told them to hand us kids over to him

immediately and the minister said something like 'Keep your shirt on, if

you really want a kid to poke, We'll sell you one.'

"Well that was the last straw for Dad, because the next thing I heard was

his revolver going off, over and over, and a few seconds later he came

around to where we were.

"Those damned mealy mouth hypocrites had us jammed in behind a gate on the

bottom deck of their cattle truck, right up the front where it was hottest

and there was no wind. After all, as far as they were concerned, the

cattle were more valuable than we were, so they naturally got the most air.

I think the youngest one of us was less than a year old and the eldest was

her mother, who was about fourteen.

"The place they were taking us to was about five hundred miles away and the

trip would probably have killed half a dozen of us, the baby might have

survived but her mother would have killed herself providing the milk to do

it.

"These people who called themselves men of God, were slavers plain and

simple. At the mission we would have been used and trained as menial

servants, while they beat a few pious words into our head with stockwhips.

But of course to them, anything done in God's name was all right.

"I later found out that many of the girl children that made it to and

through that particular mission station, got 'nice' homes in the church's

rectories in other states, where they were expected to keep the church and

rectory clean for the privilege of eating table scraps in the scullery.

The boys were kept on the station or other stations just like it and were

expected to do all of the heavy work.

"Half of girls who went out to the rectories ended up pregnant and got sent

back to the missions, where they were beaten senseless everyday for getting

pregnant and disgracing themselves (As if they had any choice in the

matter.) and their babies were sent off to orphanages, where if they were

lucky and not too black, they might be adopted. Otherwise they got some

very basic schooling and training and when they turned sixteen they were

chucked out to try and get a job.

"Anyway Dad told us all to get out of the truck, gave us his water bag and

the water bag from the cattle truck and told us to start walking back down

the road towards the station and not to look back. A few minutes later we

heard his truck start up and drive off in the other direction. Twenty

minutes after that, he came up behind us and we all got on the tray, except

for the baby and her mother, who got in the front with Dad.

"When we got back to the homestead, Mum came out onto the verandah and

asked Dad why he'd taken off like that. Then she saw us and nearly had a

fit. We were covered from head to foot in snot, cow shit and piss. Dad

told her part of what happened and she just started hugging and kissing

each and every one of us. By the time she was finished she was nearly as

filthy as we were.

"Dad sent us off to the stockmen's quarters, with the native women who

looked after the house and the stockmen's quarters, to get cleaned up,

while he talked to her and half a dozen of the hunters, who'd come back and

come over to see if the kids had come back to the station house with me.

"By the time we were clean, everybody had disappeared except for one old

woman who'd come from the camp to collect us kids. Mum came and got me

about three hours later and I didn't see Dad until I got back from the

waterhole the next day.

"Two days later, the troopers turned up and started asking questions. Dad

just acted stupid and said he'd never seen the missionaries. He showed

them the cattle he still had in the yards and said he'd have to turn them

out, as they were loosing condition and if these people couldn't turn up

when they said they would, he wasn't going to do business with them again.

"About a week after that, we heard the story that the men from the mission

had somehow or other turned onto the wrong road, their truck had broken

down and they'd wandered off into the desert. They had black trackers out

looking for them, but all that they'd managed to find so far was their

water bag. A week after that, it was written of as just another couple of

idiots who didn't know enough to stay with their vehicle when it broke

down."

"Jesus Jane," My uncle breaths, "I knew things were bad for the blacks on

those stations, but that's bloody barbaric."

"Yes, well that station was one of the worst, but even the best of them

became hell holes within a few of years of their establishment. Some

idealistic young couple would usually establish a mission station somewhere

for their church and after a while the church would use them as a place to

dump people who were starting to cause a stink elsewhere. The young couple

who started it all would either move on, or sometimes become as depraved as

the scum who joined them.

"Why is it that any large organisation moves it's trouble makers instead of

getting rid of them?" she muses.

"Probably because it's afraid of airing it's dirty laundry in public." I

say, "After all it tarnishes ones image to admit that you've been

harbouring criminals of the worst kind. Generally they've been up to no

good for quite some time before somebody important enough to take seriously

complains and by then, it might just come out that these people's

activities have been known to the hierarchy for some time. Much better to

just move them and keep an eye on them so that they can be moved again,

before somebody else complains. And eventually, if they are a big enough

embarrassment, shuttle them off to a place like these mission stations,

where the public doesn't give a shit about the people they abuse."

"You're right about that Geoff," James rumbles, "after all what are a few

lives ruined, when compared to the bottom line. And churches make it even

worse, because by their way of thinking the soul of the abuser is more

important to them than the lives of their victims, especially if those

lives belong to a few godless heathens and even if they're not, well it's

their souls that are important and suffering is good for the soul."

"That's stupid," Jimmy says heatedly, "If you keep on doing evil things to

me, well I'd start doing them back or to other people weaker than me."

"Exactly, the only suffering that's good for you is the sort that's imposed

with a positive goal for the person doing the suffering in mind. Like

exercise; if you are just trying to keep yourself fit, you stop when it

starts to hurt, but if you are trying to be the best you can be, then you

push yourself until it really hurts.

"However if somebody else is the one that's doing the pushing, well they'll

never really achieve their goal, you'll be faster or stronger but you won't

be the best you can be. That's why we're talking to you instead of whaling

the tar out of you like you deserve."

"Well why do you kit me when I do something wrong?" Jimmy asks.

"Because, you already know that it's wrong, the punishment is a reminder.

Think about it for a minute; haven't we always made sure you understood why

you were being punished, and that you felt you deserved the punishment

before you got it?"

"Most of the time," Jimmy answers, then grins, "except when I've been

really asking for it."

James grins back, "Yeah, well you already know had it coming, you were just

trying to establish when. Right?"

"Uh, right."

"So until you know and I mean really know something is wrong, punishment is

a waste of time. You've been believing that Aboriginals, and probably

Asians and anyone else who isn't white and pretty much like you, are not as

good as you. Until you stop thinking like that no amount of punishment is

going to do any real good.

"Now, do you understand what your mother has been trying to tell you?"

"I think so, I shouldn't think that people are worse than me, because when

I think like that, I think I can do whatever I like to them." Jimmy

answers.

"Close," his mother says, "Do you want to have a go at it Lena?"

"When you start thinking like that you stop seeing people as people, you

start thinking 'us' and 'them' and when you do that you can do whatever you

like." She says.

"Excellent, do you want to have a go at finishing it off Geoff?" Jane turns

to me.

"When you start thinking us and them, it usually starts out with little

things like name calling and then you start pushing them out of the way or

taking what should be theirs. After a while you start taking what they

already have and beating them up, until eventually you kill someone.

"And one of the worst things about thinking us and them, is that you keep

adding more people to that list called 'them' until it doesn't matter who

gets in your way, friends, family, anybody who isn't you.

"It's a very easy way to think, because it's not really thinking at all,

once the idea's in your head, you don't have to reason out why you don't

like somebody and you can get straight down to getting your own way. If

you have to hate somebody, have a damned good reason for hating them.

"There's a very simple rule that you can follow: Do as you please, but try

not to hurt other people doing it. All of the other rules are there to

deal with people who break that rule.

"Bravo." Jane applauds, "So Jimmy, are you ready to change the way you

think about other people? Especially the people who were my constant

companions for most of the first twenty years of my life."

"No." he answers and waits until all eyes are turned on him in shock. "I

already changed it, back when you told us about Grampa killing those

arseholes. It's just everybody at school talked like that and I started to

too, I tried so hard to fit in, that I forgot all those stories you used to

tell us about going walkabout and everything."

"Well think about the sort of friends that you want," Jane says seriously,

"you'll be going to high school with Lena this year. Do you really want to

be with the crowd that is so unsure of itself, that the people in it, have

to keep on reminding themselves how much better than everybody else they

are?"

"Now who's for a swim?" she says, letting the subject drop, "We haven't had

a bath in nearly three days and you four are a bit fragrant yourselves."

Before her mother has finished talking, Katy is tearing at her clothes,

quickly stripping down to her undies. Jimmy too, is quick to loose his T-

shirt and he and his sister are out the door and heading across the grass

before the rest of us have begun to move.

As Jane and James head for their bedroom, Lena, my uncle and I go out onto

the verandah. Surprisingly, Lena just drops her shorts and the jocks she

is wearing in front of us and slips on her bikini bottoms. Then after

giving us a cheeky waggle of her bottom, that matches her grin, she skips

down the stairs and with her long legs flashing, runs down to the dam.

Uncle Liam and I exchange startled glances, then pick up our shorts and

head for the bathroom. Silently, we change and meet Jane and James as they

come out of the house.

Seeing the shorts and jocks on the deck, Jane simply picks them up and

drapes them over the rail, as if finding the like was a common occurrence.

Though she does comment on the damp state of Katy's nightshirt and raises

her eyebrows at the skimpy knickers that she'd worn.

"Oh, I said something she found hilarious and by the time she'd finished

blowing oatmeal out of her nose, she decided it needed a wash." Uncle Liam

explains.

"Oh."

By the time we arrive at the dam, the kids are involved in a game of

underwater tag that they immediately break off, rushing us as we enter the

water.

"Torpedo!" Katy yells, tugging on my left hand.

"Back flips!" is Lena's choice as she quite deliberately knocks my uncle

flying. Fortunately for his well being her T-shirt this time is a dark

navy blue, and while it clings and outlines the shape of her firm young

breasts, at leat it is opaque.

"Well Jimmy?" his father asks.

"Back flips Dad." he replies.

Jane has swum over to what remains of the island and is gently untangling

debris from around the few remaining plants and straitening bent stems,

sighing at the damage that the storm has wrought. As she steps up into the

hole left by the roots of the willow tree, I note that the thin cotton

shirt she is wearing clearly outlines, a small potbelly and large, slightly

sagging breasts topped by dark areola nearly three inches in diameter.

Below her shirt I get a glimpse of a dense mat of dark hair behind knickers

at least as sheer as those worn by Katy that morning.

A tug on my hand, draws my attention back to Katy, who is grinning like a

maniac, her gaze flick briefly to her mother and back to me and she gives

me a very deliberate wink. Winking back, I hold out my hand and let her

get into position for a torpedo, then send her skimming across the water,

burbling with delight.

Two torpedos and half a dozen cannonballs later, she decides that she

want's to dive from my shoulders. I take up my assigned position on the

platform and allow her to step into my hand and from there to my shoulders.

This time as her pussy passes my nose, I see only the merest hint of shape

beneath the slightly baggy, canary yellow knickers I'd picked out for her

earlier.

She steadies herself for a few seconds on my shoulders, then launches

herself almost vertically, slicing cleanly into the water only inches from

the edge of the platform and leaving her knickers floating just below the

surface. A couple of seconds later, she emerges from the water with them

draped over her head.

Grinning at having found a way to overcome my attempt to thwart her

exhibitionistic tendencies, she grabs the edge of the platform and pushes

of from the pole. She skims across the surface for a few metres, showing

me her plump little mound. Then as her knickers begin to slide from her

head she grabs them and ducks below the surface.

As she strokes back towards me, her little bottom is once more encased in

concealing fabric, though she has pulled her undies somewhat higher than

the designers had intended. I try to frown at her as I haul her up onto

the platform, but her cheeky grin is too infectious and I'm helpless to

prevent the corners of my mouth quirking upwards in an answering smile.

And when she lifts her foot to my shoulder, I discover that she has another

surprise for me. The brazen little exhibitionist has slipped the leg band

of her undies into the crease between her pussy lips.

Gulping a little, I look down and away, haunted by her teasing giggle.

Again, as she knifes into the water, she contrives to loose her knickers,

but this time they are not so well behaved as to remain on the surface and

she thrashes about in the water for several seconds before she finds them.

She answers my teasing grin, by throwing the wet cloth in my face and in

revenge, I drape them over the top of the pole and dive into the water,

tagging her on the way past. "Your it." I tell her, when I rise to the

surface.

Jimmy and Lena immediately abandon their respective launchers, allowing my

uncle and James to join Jane and settle back into the sun warmed water

filling the hollow in the centre of the island. Their murmuring

conversation seems to blend into the quiet hum of the bush, but it is not

very long before the shrieks and laughter of Katy and Jimmy fill the air,

and even Lena soon looses consciousness of her advanced years, her voice

rising shrilly as Katy gooses her from below.

A few minutes later, Jane calls out to her daughter, "Katy, just what are

your knickers doing up there?"

"Geoff put them there." Katy answers with a giggle.

"She threw them in my face." I say defensively.

"Oh that's all right then." Jane says and turns back to her conversation.

"I poke my tongue out at her and say, "You're still it." She comes at me

beneath the surface and I dive deep into the freezing bottom waters of the

dam, coming up behind her and swimming away.

Abandoning me, she goes after her brother, who has drifted too close to her

and rises to the surface, with a victorious shout. She swims off towards

Lena, who bobs up and down near the diving platform and after giving her

the mandatory five seconds head start, Jimmy dives towards them.

Suddenly the girls start squabbling over which one of them Jimmy tagged

first and a moment later Katy emerges from the fray, swinging Lena's T-

shirt victoriously over her head. As a red faced Lena lunges at her, she

takes careful aim and the T-shirt joins her knickers on top of the pole.

Lena dives on a madly giggling Katy to extract her revenge, but when a

moment later she attempt a mad one armed dash for escape, I realise that

Katy has gone for her bikini bottoms and before I can intervene, she comes

up twirling them on a finger. Then just as a furiously blushing Lena

reaches for them, she flicks them onto the dam bank, just far enough from

the water's edge that Lena would have to show all to retrieve them.

Deciding that discretion is the better part of valour, I join the other

adults in their warm hollow. Together we watch in amusement as Jimmy

cheerfully ignores all of Lena's entreaties for him to get them back for

her. A moment later his grin disappears, as she an Katy exchange looks and

advance on him.

He frantically backpedals for a few metres then realises that he has now

trapped himself in shallow water and greatly reduced his chances of escape.

A moment later his chances are reduced to zero as Lena's feet touch bottom

and his eyes lock on her wobbling breasts as they emerge from the water.

Blushing, she continues her advance and pounces on him, pinning him in the

shallows. She says something to him that makes him stops kicking his legs

and he submissively allows Katy to pull his shorts and underwear from his

hips. Waving them triumphantly, she heaves them onto the bank.

"Somehow or other I don't think we're going to see much in the way of

swimwear around here after this." James notes with a grin a minute later,

as the three children return to their game, now totally unconcerned by

their lack of attire.

"Come on Geoff." Lena calls with a wicked grin as she swims past, the white

flash of her bottom just visible beneath the surface.

"Yeah, come on Geoff." Katy chimes in as I shake my head.

"Uh-uh," I say, "I like my pants just where they are."

"Chicken." Jane taunts me.

"I will if you will." I throw back at her.

"What join in or take my clothes off?" she teases.

"Either." I return, wondering just how far she is prepared to take it.

A moment later I find out, as she begins to unfasten the buttons of her

shirt. "Well?"

I turn my eyes to James for guidance, but he just grins at my discomfort

and starts talking to my uncle about concreting the creek bed where their

driveway crosses it. 'Well if he wants it like that.' I think, 'So be it.'

I lift my hips and slip my shorts and jocks down my legs and hold them up

for Jane to see. She just shrugs her shirt from her shoulders and while I

am distracted, she snatches my pants from my hand and throws them onto the

grass and a moment later tosses her knickers on top.

"Well?" she asks, drawing her shoulders back and facing me squarely.

"You were wrong Jane." I say, "You're still worth a second glance."

"What, even with that to compete with?" she asks waving at Lena, who is

preparing to dive from the platform.

"Well maybe not," I answer, "but you don't have brothers who straighten

crowbars across the back of their necks."

"Point taken." she laughs, she then turns to her husband and my uncle, "

Well you two, ready to shed a few years and join the kids?"

James is the first to toss his shorts on top of the growing pile on the

bank and with a muttered "Oh hell!" my uncle's soon follow.

It is only when Jane stands up and steps over the rim of the crater, that

the kids notice the pile of clothing on the bank and swim over to line up a

few feet away grinning like madmen, waiting to see who will be the first of

the menfolk to break.

The tension, brings a stirring to my groin and I decide to move before I

dare not. 'Dignity.' I think, rising without haste and stepping after

Jane, who regards me approvingly from her position at the end of the line.

I take up station at the other end of the line beside Katy and turn just in

time to watch Uncle Liam scuttle over the rim, to the tune of the kid's

giggles.

James waits, showmanlike, for my uncle to plunge into the water before

moving. On the other side of Katy, Lena gasps at the impressive slab of

meat that swings between his legs, its circumcised head brushing his thigh

well below the level of his pendulous balls. As I involuntarily look

towards the source of the sound, Katy turns her head towards me and very

deliberately licks her lips.

She then pokes me in the chest and squeals, "You're it!" before leading the

scattering pack away from me. I give them a few seconds to disperse then

plunge beneath the surface, heading after Jane as I figure that she'll be

the easiest to catch. Surprisingly she shows considerable agility in the

water and when I return to the surface, she is quite some distance away.

Jimmy however, is not so lucky and once again, he lets himself be cornered

on the far side of the dam. The game goes on for a few minutes longer, but

it soon becomes obvious, that with so many people in the water the game is

too easy. As an alternative, Katy suggests tilting at each other on the

pole running from the bank to the diving platform.

We quickly establish the rules of engagement, deciding that Katy and Jimmy

should lead off the tournament and the winner of each engagement should

take on the next oldest in line. I'm unsurprised when Katy quickly

polishes off her brother. Grabbing his right arm, she pulls him towards

herself then applies pressure to the outside of his elbow, forcing him to

unlock his legs and fall away from her.

The match with Lena is however much closer and I enjoy the sight of her

violently bobbling breasts for quite some time before Katy manages to shift

Lena's centre of gravity enough to overbalance her. Lena does drag Katy

down with her but Katy is declared the victor and it is my turn to face

her.

Feeling confident, I straddle the pole near the bank and work my way out

along it. But by the time I make it into position, I'm feeling a little

less sure of myself, as the surface of the dry old timber has been worn

smooth as glass by the passage of many feet. It also has a slightly greasy

texture, brought about by a thin film of algae growing on the timber.

My stay on the log is even briefer than Jimmy's was. As I extend my arms

to grapple with Katy, she grabs the wrist of one in both hands, locks her

legs about the log and falls off. The next thing I know, I'm bobbing in

the water and Katy is hanging with her head submerged, but less than ten

seconds later, she is back astride the log and waiting for my uncle.

Him, she psychs out. Arching her back, she appears to be trying to hook

his legs with her foot, but is actually reaching for his eyes with her

upthrust pussy. He falls from the log before contact is even made.

Finally it is her father's turn, Jane having declined her turn, saying that

her boobs make her too top heavy for this sort of thing. At last Katy has

met her match; James a veteran of many such battles, uses his greater

height and reach to simply pluck her off the log and drop her in the water.

However his stay on the log is brief. As he shakes his hands over his head

in self congratulation, Jane grabs an ankle and unceremoniously dumps him

in the water.

Next comes jousting, on the shelf of mud, which runs along the side of the

dam furthest from the house. Again Jane sits this one out, electing to

judge the contest and ensure that no fouls are committed. Jimmy teams up

with his father, Katy with me and Lena with my uncle as her steed.

First up, Katy and I square off against Lena and my uncle, and we win when

we get between them and the bank and force Uncle Liam to step back off the

edge of the shelf. She again wins against her father and brother,

unseating Jimmy in exactly the same fashion that she had forced him from

the pole.

But that is her last win, as this time when we square off against Lena and

Uncle Liam, they refuse to be pushed far enough from the bank to allow us

inside them and the girls grapple, rocking back and forth seeking that

little extra bit of purchase, that will allow them to topple their

opponent. Katy soon becomes distracted by her prominent clit rubbing

against the back of my neck and as her coordination goes, Lena quickly

unseats her.

Then when she and Jimmy face off, he allows himself to become distracted by

her bobbing breasts. He misses his grapple and Lena quickly pushes him off

his father's shoulders. Katy, already aroused by their previous encounter,

begins this bout at a serious disadvantage, and within seconds Lena has the

strength draining from her limbs.

The final bout between, Lena and Jimmy turns out to be a no contest. Lena

shimmies violently, shaking her firm young breasts at him and he literally

throws himself from his fathers shoulders, his crimson face as he surfaces

a clear indicator, that his abrupt dismount had arisen from a desire to

hide his growing erection from his father.

Jane upholds his protest against Lena's techniques, declaring that she had

used unauthorised weaponry and awards the point to him. And with a

quizzical look at Katy, which indicates that she at least suspects the

reason for her uncharacteristic clumsiness, she declares the contest over.

Final score: Lena three, Katy two and Jimmy one.

James then blots his copybook by jokingly saying, "Maybe you should have

allowed Lena's methods, because that way, when you and I took on Geoff and

Liam you could have just beaten him senseless."

"If you think I'm going to get up on your shoulders after a crack like

that," she begins, her voice barely audible over the kids laughter.

However she doesn't stay mad for long, and as Uncle Liam and I

diplomatically turn our tails and run, her throaty chuckles join the

children's.

"Oh, you cowards," Jane calls after us, still chuckling, "you can come back

now."

"Are you sure?" I ask, "I wouldn't want cauliflower ears."

"Well I might give you a fat lip, but yeah you're safe. Actually I think

it's about time we got out, I'm getting witches feet," she picks up one

foot, showing us it's wrinkled sole. "and I think we really should get

Lena's tits out of the sun before they get any redder."

We all look at the aforementioned features; where the once white skin, has

taken on a distinct rosy glow, unconnected with the flush, brought on by

our attention, that descends from her cheeks.

Jane sends Lena up to the house and me to collect the knickers and T-shirt

from the top of the pole as the others move about the perimeter of the dam

collecting various articles of clothing and rinsing them in the water.

Then carrying our wet clothes, we follow Lena up to the house, stopping

along the way while Jane pulls a sawtoothed leaf from a cactus like plant.

Shaking her head, she sighs at the storm wrought devastation of her garden

beds.

As we near the steps, Katy looks speculatively at the rapidly drying mud

pit, but a warning growl from James is enough to send her scurrying ahead

of us up the stairs. When the rest of us reach the verandah, we find Lena

gingerly patting at her sunburned breasts with a towel, her face grimacing

at the pain.

"Here Lena, this should fix your problem." Jane says, holding up the cactus

leaf.

"What are going to do, chop them off?" Lena asks, smiling wanly at her own

joke.

"No silly," Jane replies, "it's aloe vera, I'll squeeze the juice out for

you and you can rub it in. It should stop the skin from blistering."

With towels wrapped sarong style about our waists, we all troop inside.

Lena and Jane stay in the kitchen to attend to her hurts and the rest of us

move through to the lounge. When Katy and Jimmy begin to fight over the

single available seat on the couch, James settles the matter by ordering

them to behave and sit on the mattress.

A few minutes later Jane and Lena come in carrying beer for the adults and

softdrinks for the kids. Lena's bare breasts glisten wetly from the

coating of cactus juice and from her expression, she is obviously in

considerably less distress than she had been only a few minutes earlier.

As Jane returns to the kitchen, Lena drops to the couch between my uncle

and myself and Katy and her brother turn towards us to talk with Lena. As

they talk, Katy lifts her bum clear of the mattress and pulls her towel

from around her waist. Then sitting tailor fashion, she begins to dry her

hair, at one point concealing her face from Uncle Liam with the towel and

winking at me and Lena.

She too is having fun, occasionally crossing and uncrossing her legs,

giving poor Jimmy the impression that her towel might just slip enough to

give him a glimpse of what it hides. By the time Jane returns with a

couple of bowls full of savoury biscuits, he is rather unsuccessfully

trying to hide a hardon, brought about by his mind filling in details of

what his eyes can't quite see.

A moment later, Katy drops the towel and picks up a hairbrush. Handing it

to me, she plunks herself down in my lap with her legs outside mine. As I

go to work on Katy's long wheaten hair, Lena picks up the towel and roughly

scrubs the moisture from her curls. Then taking up the other brush, she

forces my startled uncle's knees apart and sits on the floor between.

"I thought you hated brushing hair." he says to me, patting ineffectually

at Lena's riot of curls.

"No, actually I love it, "I answer, "but Mum makes a chore of it and that,

I don't like at all."

"Here," Lena grasps his wrist and pulls the brush into her hair, "Like

this."

As my uncle, begins to brush Lena's hair with more confidence and

authority, she presses her head into his strokes, arching her back, and

pulling her knees up, until Jimmy abruptly turns away and throws himself

onto his belly with a groan. Jane chuckles at her son's discomfiture,

causing him to blush and let out a strangled, "Mum!" This only causes her

to laugh harder and the rest of us to join in.

Having embarrassed Jimmy enough, our conversation turns to the storm and

the damage that it wrought in town. As we talk, I continue to brush Katy's

hair, enjoying it's silken caress as I run my fingers through it. Finally

though, it is so dry, that it begins to crackle with electricity and stands

out from her head in a diaphanous cloud.

Katy takes the brush from me and puts it on the coffee table, then

stretches out on the couch with her feet in my uncles lap and her head on

her arms in mine. "Scratch my back please?" she asks.

As soon as Katy makes her request, Lena, pushes Katy's feet out of the way

and lifts herself onto the couch between my uncle's knees, saying, "Me

too."

Katy shivers and snuggles deeper into my lap as I trail my fingernails from

the base of her skull down to the top of the crease separating her buttocks

and back. At first I keep my touch light, almost teasing, to sensitise the

nerves of her back. Every now and then more shivers run up and down her

spine and she makes occasional little noises of contentment.

At first my uncle's touch is a little tentative and Lena says, "Geoff's

much better than you. Watch him. Ah, that's it." A little latter she

adds, "Do my sides too." "Further silly, the sticky bits'll tell you when

to stop."

Glancing sideways, I notice that my uncle is looking a little wild about

the eyes, as his fingers follow her instructions. Luckily for him, Lena's

usual swimwear is quite modest and his fingertips just brush the beginning

of the swell of her breasts, before encountering the sticky aloe vera that

coats the sunburnt area.

As I continue to work my fingers up and down Katy's back and increase the

pressure, her murmurs and sighs of contentment become more frequent and

Jane is moved to say, "I hope you're taking notes Dear, I want some of

that."

Getting up from her chair, she tugs her husband to his feet and with a

nudge of her foot, pushes Jimmy to one side. She drops to the mattress,

pulling James down beside her and turns her head towards us as she lies

down. Soon she too is murmuring contentedly.

In front of us, Jimmy looks on enviously, until Lena giggles and says, "Get

the pouf Jimmy, I'll do your back for you."

For several minutes, the only sounds to be heard are, soft moans and sighs

and it comes, almost as a shock, when Jane breaks the silence. "Mm, I'm

starting think we should do this more often."

"What monkey grooming?" James asks, smiling.

"Yeah, that too. No get naked," she replies, "after all, that's what got

this started. That and Geoff rubbing his hands all over half naked little

girls while we were gone."

"Hey I resemble that remark." I protest, as Lena gives an embarrassed

little giggle. Katy just murmurs contentedly.

"Obviously." Jane says with a smile, "You do this often, or has your mum

made this a chore too?"

"Not as often as I'd like and yes, she's spoiled this too." I reply.

Once again we lapse into silence and a couple of minutes later, I begin

searching for the pressure points on either side of the base of Katy's

spine. Finding them, I dig my thumbs in and watch the muscles of Katy's

buttocks clench and relax and then a ripple of contractions run up her

spine. As the ripple passes over her shoulder blades, she gives vent to a

moan of almost orgasmic proportions.

When I look up, I find that all eyes except Katy's are turned on me and

Jane asks softly, enviously, "What the hell did you just do?"

"What this?" I grin, pressing again and watching Katy's back ripple,

drawing another blissful moan from her.

"Yes THAT!" Jane says, "What's it feel like Katy?"

"Wunnerful." Katy murmurs blissfully.

"Oh, it's just a little something I picked up along the way." I say airily.

"Just a little something huh?" Jane say mock dangerously, "Well put that

disgustingly happy offspring of mine down and show James what to do."

Katy protests softly as I gently slide out from underneath her and lower

her to the couch.

"What you have to do," I say, taking up station opposite James, "is get

your subject totally relaxed. Uh Jane, I need to get a bit lower on your

back."

James reaches to roll down the top of the towel about his wife's hips, but

she beats him to it and with a quick tug, she throws the towel aside.

"O.K.," I say, "Start with feather touches first. It makes the skin more

sensitive." James begins on his side motioning me take the other.

After a few seconds of us lightly dragging our nails and fingertips over

Jane's back, she says, "It also, itches like crazy."

"I know," I reply, grinning fiendishly, "it's supposed to. Now be quiet

and let us work."

Working together, James and I cover every square inch of Jane's back and

flanks and we soon have her muscles twitching spasmodically under our

touch, and she's ready for the next phase. "Now, increase the pressure." I

tell James, suiting my actions to my words.

As soon as my fingernails begin to dig in, Jane sighs with relief and

contentment, and the tension visibly flows from her muscles, except for a

knotted group to one side of the small of her back. When James goes to dig

his fingers into them, I shake my head and indicate that he should continue

as we had been doing. He looks at me and raises his eyebrows, but resumes

his scratching.

A couple of minutes later, I push his hands aside and find the right spots,

but instead of pressing, I take James hands and guide his thumbs into

position. "Now press." I tell him.

Beginning in her buttocks, the ripples run up Janes back, as they reach the

knotted muscles, there is a quiet crackling pop and when they pass the

knotted muscles have relaxed with the rest. Jane moans blissfully and

almost seems to melt into the mattress as she relaxes completely.

A few seconds later she rolls onto her side and looks at me strangely,

"Just a little something?" Jane asks incredulously of the audience that has

gathered around us to watch. "The best damned thing this side of the sheets

and he calls it 'Just a little something'." A moment later a look of

surprise crossed her face and she exclaims, "Hey it's gone!"

"Of course." I say dismissively.

"'Of course.', he says!" Jane exclaims rising to her knees, "You gets rid

of a back ache that's been nagging me for weeks and that's all you have to

say?"

"Of course." I grin.

"Grrr! Get him girls." Jane says, and all three of them bear me down to

the mattress. "Your turn." she says, snatching my towel away and slapping

my butt.

Three sets of fingernails begin to trace the lines of my back, making my

skin crawl and they soon have me writhing in delicious agony. For several

minutes, they continue to tease me and when their nails finally dig into my

back, my groan of relief is almost explosive in it's intensity. Some

minutes later their hands leave me and I feel James grasp my hips, briefly

search for the right spot and dig his thumbs in.

The feelings, as the wave of contraction and release flows up my spine, are

indescribable, it's almost as if my back is having an orgasm. Almost as

soon as the surge of pleasure crawls over my scalp, Katy's hands replace

her father's and another blissful ripple washes over me. Lena's hands

replace Katy's and a third orgiastic rush hit's me. Jane, my uncle and

finally Jimmy take their turns, leaving me totally enervated and as limp as

a wet dishrag.

"Is it still, 'Just a little something?'" Jane asks.

I answer with a groan and she chuckles cruelly.

Finally, I recover enough to roll over and sit up and Jane asks, "Where did

you learn to do that anyway?"

"One of the mothers from my mother's dance classes does physio." I tell

her, "I twisted my back when I was setting up the stage for their end of

year display and she did that to me. She reckons, that for minor problems,

this is just as good as massage, she doesn't get sore wrists and as an

added bonus it feels great. And," I continue, "anybody can do it."

Just then the phone rings, and Katy cheekily says, "Time to brush your

teeth Geoff."

"Hello." Jane answers the phone, "Yes, we're fine." "Yes they're still

here. We had a swim and now we're having a couple of beers." "How about

you come over here for a barbie." "No, it's my way of saying thankyou to

Geoff for looking after the girls." "O.K., you do that. See you then.

Bye."

Jane hangs up and looks at us, "O.K. you lot get decent. Liam, go and pick

your sister up. You might want to bring a few of deckchairs too."

A minute later, Lena makes a pained little sound and I look up. She has

already put on a pair of shorts and begun putting on a T-shirt. But there

she has been forced to stop, her hands holding the fabric of the T-shirt

bunched up above her breasts.

"Jane!" I call.

Jane comes to the door of her bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of

Knickers and a bra. "Houston we have a problem." she murmurs. "Come with me

Lena, we'll see what we can do. The rest of you finish getting dressed."

We hastily comply, though Katy ignores the pair of knickers I hold out to

her and wearing nothing but a crop top and a smile, she goes out onto the

verandah. A few moments later she returns wearing her flower power skirt.

A few minutes later, Jane and James emerge with a somewhat sheepish and

still bare breasted Lena. "Where's your uncle?" Jane asks.

"He's already left." I tell her.

"Damn!" she says, "We still have a problem and he probably knows more about

your mother's wild days than you. But I guess you'll have to do. What do

you think her reaction's going to be when she sees Lena walking about like

this?"

"We'll I know she's done a bit of topless sunbathing when I was younger.

But she hasn't done it for a few years now." I say, then grin, "I guess she

stopped about the same time I began to starch the sheets."

Jane laughs at this, and asks, "So you're saying it should be all right?"

"No guarantees," I reply, "but yeah, it should be O.K."

"O.K. then, now that's settled;" Jane says, "Geoff you help James set up

the barbecue. Jimmy the torches, then you and Geoff can take some wood

down to the dam. Girls you come with me." She stops her husband in the

doorway, "Oh and take the big tarp down for the kids to sit on."

***

"You have grown up haven't you?" my mother comments, nodding toward where

three naked kids are standing in the water at the edge of the dam,

illuminated by the ruddy light of the setting sun, exhorting me to join

them.

"In a minute." I yell, waving to them. "What do you mean Mum?"

"That Lena," she says, "Two months ago you were drooling over girls her

age."

"I never..."

"Don't try that one on me." she cuts me off, "I know why you suddenly got

so eager to help with my Display. Last year, I damned near had to drag you

up to the town hall until after the first stage rehearsal, and then after

you saw my intermediates dance group at work, YOU were the one waiting at

the door for me."

"I think it has more to do with self preservation than anything else Jodi."

Jane puts in from her chair.

"How's that?"

"He's seen the way her brothers straighten crowbars." Jane laughs.

"Oh?" my mother raises her eyebrows.

"Like this." Jane mimes holding something across the back of her neck and

pulling her hands forward.

"They don't?" my mother asks incredulously.

"They do." Jane confirms, "They're built like a whole row of brick

shithouses. I've seen them change a tire on a Landrover without a jack."

"Anyway they've got him so scared, he prefers to look at me." she says with

a grin.

"Huh?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you that bit?" Jane asks, knowing full well, that all

she had said earlier was that the kids had been skinny dipping. "After

Geoff took Katy's knickers."

"Geoff!" my mother yelps.

"Jane!" I protest at the same time, "You know damned well she threw them at

me."

"O.K." she laughs, "Anyway after Geoff hung them on the pole out there.

They started playing tag and Katy ended up pulling Lena's clothes off.

They then turned on Jimmy and your coward of a son here came and hid behind

us in what's left of the island there.

"The kids came after him and I teased him, so he challenged me. I thought

he'd back down when I started to unbutton my shirt, but he just held up his

pants.

"When I was younger I never had much time for clothes. So much so, that

when I married James and we moved to Darwin, I shocked the hell out of the

neighbours by walking out to the mailbox stark naked on more than one

occasion. It took James for ever to explain that you just didn't do things

like that in the big smoke.

"You see up until I met James, I'd lived all my life on a cattle station up

in the Territory and any time I wasn't doing school work, I was running

wild with the aboriginal kids. After I'd given my clothes away a few

times, Mum just made me leave them behind.

"Well a bit earlier today, I'd told everybody a story about a rather

unpleasant incident that happened when I was a kid and when Geoff held up

his pants, it reminded me of some of the good times. I snatched them from

his hand and tossed them away and a couple of minutes later the whole lot

of us were skinny dipping. I hadn't felt that free in years.

"You know, your parents have a lot to answer for." she calls out to her

husband, who is drinking with Uncle Liam.

"Why's that?" he calls back.

"Them convincing me that nudity's a sin." she answers. "Though I never

really gave it much credence." she says, turning back to my mother, "I just

went through the motions to keep them happy and let the kids do as they

pleased. But the motions became habits and I've got Geoff to thank for

helping me out of that rut."

"Yeah well, my parents were never as easy as yours," my mother says, "but

after I was divorced, my neighbour convinced me to sunbathe topless with

her on the roof. She said it was a sure fire way of getting a man's

attention, letting him look down the neck of my dress so he could see the

tan kept on going."

"Yeah Geoff told me about that, when I asked him how shocked you'd be, by

Lena." Grinning at me she adds, "He said you stopped when he started

starching the sheets."

My mother giggles at my embarrassed look and says, "As a matter of fact, it

was because we moved to a parochial, little country town. It's just a

coincidence that his voice broke at the same time.

"Actually I never knew he was peeking or I would have stopped earlier." she

turns a halfway stern look on me. "How did you manage that trick anyway?"

she asks, "I wouldn't do it until Coral pointed out the nearest vantage

point was a radio tower over a mile away."

"Do you remember my grade four science project?" I ask?

"Not really." she begins, then her eyes widen, "The periscope?"

Jane chuckles, "Never underestimate the ingenuity of a curious boy. If

you'd just done it out in the backyard he would have ignored you after the

first day or so. But you had to hide up on the roof, so of course he had

to find out what you were hiding."

"I guess you're right." Mum say ruefully.

"Never underestimate a boy's entrepreneurial nature either." I say, leaving

it hanging.

"Why you little shit!" she exclaims loud enough to attract James' and my

uncle's attention.

"What's he done now?" Uncle Liam asks.

"Not now, back when we were living in Melbourne. He was selling peeks at

my boobs." she tells him.

"Coral's actually," I say, examining my nails, "hers were much bigger. And

they weren't peeks, I got twenty cents for five minutes. How did you think

I paid for all of those models and things?"

In the face of the laughter that assaults her from all sides, her ire melts

and she begins to chuckle herself. "How did you keep Andrew quiet? I

don't suppose he was that interested in looking."

"I doubled his pocket money." I answer. "You could buy a lot of lollies for

fifty cents back then."

Just then, Katy leans over me, dripping water in my face. "Are you coming?"

she asks.

"Go on get out of here." my mother says.

"O.K. stop dripping." I say to Katy, pushing her out of the way and sitting

up.

Discarding my shirt, I rise to follow her and my mother sees a chance to

get some of her own back.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asks sweetly.

"No. What?"

"You're in Rome now boy." she says, "What do you do when you're in Rome?"

"As the Romans do." I answer. Dropping my shorts, I stand there squarely

facing my mother, waiting calmly.

"Go on, git." she finally says, turning her head away.

"Here, light the torches." James says, chuckling as he pulls a burning

brand from the fire beneath the barbecue.

Taking the brand, I quickly light the torches protruding from the ground

and the air fills with the sweet odour of citronella. Then after thrusting

the brand back into the fire, I allow Katy to take my hand and lead me down

to the dam.

"What was everybody laughing at?" Jimmy asks as I wade out into the water.

"Oh Mum just found out I used to sell peeks at her boobs when I was a kid."

I answer.

"I wouldn't mind seeing them myself." he answers.

I notice some movement up inside the ring of torches and say, "Well here's

your chance." then raising my voice, "It's twenty cents for five minutes."

"Geoff!" my mother yelps as the other's laugh.

A minute or so later they all troop down towards us, naked as the day they

were born. Silhouetted by the light from the torches, the details of their

bodies are a fairly indistinct, but for a brief moment I see my mother turn

sideways and the outline of her small, fist sized breasts, surmounted by

erect nipples the size and shape of small thimbles. "Hm,' I wonder,

'what's gotten her so excited?'

Over the next half hour or so, we horse around in the water, throwing the

kids and my tiny mother about. A couple of times even, my uncle and I team

up to toss Jane. Like schoolchildren given an unexpected holiday, we

adults break out totally. We take an even greater delight than the kids in

ducking anybody in reach, until they finally retreat in disarray to the

still warm water filling the crater in the island.

Well, we're not going to let them get away with that. En-mass, we descend

upon them and drag them kicking a screaming back into the fray for target

practice. As the first odd man out, I climb onto the diving platform while

the others hold their giggling victims, who do not struggle too

strenuously, in front of them, though Katy is still slippery enough to

require both my mother and my uncle to hold her. I survey the semi-circle

of laughing faces arrayed before me for a few seconds, then launch myself

into a 'headache' right in the middle of them.

I trade off with my uncle for the possession of Katy's right arm, and a few

moment's later he swamps us with a 'honey-pot'. When my mother climbs up

onto the platform and turn to face us, I'm so surprised to see the

flickering light of the torches, reflected from bare skin at the juncture

of her thighs, that I forget to duck when she launches herself and Katy

almost manages to wrench her hand free before I recover.

We continue playing, 'drench the kid' for a couple more rounds, until Jane

decides we've gotten enough of our own back and it's time to start cooking.

After drying each other off, with a lot of giggling and squealing, Jane

sends me and the kids up to the house to bring back the meat and salads.

When we return, we find the older folks sucking on brews and laughing at

some joke. Imperiously, they order us to set things up on the cable drum,

which James had had the foresight to peg to the ground, and bring the meat

over to James and my uncle, who say that only men have the proper skills

needed to barbecue meat.

Uncle Liam then decides that since I have reached my eighteenth birthday

and I'm now officially a man, it's time that I learnt the arcane art of

burning meat. Handing me a beer, they begin delivering instruction,

cheerfully contradicting each other at every turn. Occasionally they

permit me the great honour of turning a sausage or two and then show me how

to do it, as they berate me for my lack of technique.

Finally though the meat is done to their satisfaction and after dumping it

on plates, we retire to our deckchairs, as James cheerfully notes that,

"Serving is 'women's work' and get me another beer."

"Do you want to eat it or wear it?" Jane asks sweetly, "Jimmy, get your

father a beer, and I'll have one too."

A couple of minute later Katy hands me my meal and sits down tailor fashion

between my feet to eat hers. Seeing this, Lena leaves Jimmy alone on the

tarp and appropriates the foot of my uncle's deckchair.

He sits there for a moment then looks up at my mother and asks, "Can I sit

on your chair too Mrs. Lyndon?"

"Sure she replies, making enough room between her feet for him.

After we've finish eating and tossed the bones on the fire, James levers

the hotplate off the fire and builds it up to a roaring blaze. After

handing out another round of beers, he reclines his deckchair and lies down

as the rest of us do the same.

When Katy returns from piling our plates on the cable drum, she pulls my

knees up for a backrest and plumps down on my stomach. Jane immediately

abandons her seat to sit between her husband's legs and recline against his

chest and Lena copies Katy with my uncle.

Grinning, my mother says, "I think you owe Geoff twenty cents Jimmy." and

as we laugh at his embarrassment she pulls him around and cushions his head

on her shoulder.

As the night progresses, we regale each other with tales of our younger

days, or in the case of the kids, who don't want to get themselves into

trouble, tales of their friend's more adventurous exploits. Every now and

then one or the other of the kids get sent off for more beer and we watch

in amusement as they 'sneak' a mouthful before returning.

As the beer does it's work and tongues get loosened, the older folk begin

telling tales on us. Mum tells of the time I came home so drunk I was

unable to stand up and threw up all over the kitchen floor, when she tried

to scold me.

When Jane asks of my punishment, Mum tells her, "I made him clean it up.

With a bucket and cloth. He threw up three more times before he had

nothing more to get rid of and even then he dry heaved for nearly half an

hour."

Jane comes back with the time she caught Katy and Jimmy smoking cigarettes

and how she'd made them smoke the entire packet, making them probably as

sick as me.

Lena looks on smugly, sure in the knowledge that there was no-one to tell

tales on her, when my Uncle says, "When I came to get Geoff this morning, I

found all three of them curled up in bed together and Lena was stuck to his

back like a limpet."

As everybody turns their eyes on the flustered youngster sitting on his

stomach, I divert their attention by asking, "Well who was it that

literally ripped Katy's shorts off and stripped her naked in front of me

and Lena?"

Suddenly all eyes are turned on him and my mother cries, "Liam you didn't?"

"What happened?" Jane asks in a deceptively soft voice.

"Oh, Katy was giving him a kiss goodbye and when she let go, his watchband

got caught up in her shorts. They tore and the next thing he knew, he was

holding a half naked little girl and when she realised what had happened

she dropped, and slipped out of her windcheater as well."

With this, the tension that had briefly filled the air, disappears like a

popped soap bubble and every one bursts out laughing at my sheepishly

grinning uncle.

Not long after that the party breaks up and after dousing the fire and

guttering torches, we carry everything up to the house by the silvery light

of the moon. Then, still comfortably naked, we settle down for a final cup

of tea; Jane in her husband's lap, Jimmy squeezed into Jane's chair with my

mother and Lena and Katy curled up atop my uncle and myself on the couch.

Then, our drinks finished, the kids escort us to the creek and my uncles

car. Tonight, both girls kiss me and my Uncle goodnight and Jimmy shyly

accepts a kiss from my mother.

More than a little under the weather, my uncle drives us home at the

stately pace of fifteen kilometres an hour and then gets bogged at the foot

of the dam wall, leaving us to finish the last hundred yards or so on

unsteady legs.

It is only when we stumble up onto the verandah and flick on the light that

we realise that we'd left our clothes behind. Though, I had had the

presence of mind to bring the bag containing my clothes and other

incriminating evidence home with me.

Somehow or other, it seems different under the harsh, artificial, white

glare of the fluorescent light and after a brief chuckle at our

foolishness, we quickly separate and go to our rooms.

The next morning we dress and sit down to breakfast and as if by tacit

agreement, we say nothing of the previous night, instead our talk once more

turns to the subject of the storm and the quickest way of helping the

Sheads get a roof back over their heads.

One thing I do notice though, is that my mother now treats me on a par with

Uncle Liam and herself, no longer suffocating me with her attentions.

 

Author: Clayton <clayton@nym.alias.net>
Clayton
Katy 13 - 15