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Out of Bounds
by Demetrius (address withheld)
***
Simon and his sister Megan, cross more boundaries than
one during a skiing expedition. (MF-teens, 1st, inc,
mast, oral, anal, rom)
***
"It's 7 o'clock on January 4th, and here is the news
from C.B.C. Vancouver. Snow is falling again this
morning throughout the Lower Mainland, adding to
yesterday's record precipitation. Overnight, the North
Shore Search and Rescue teams managed to find two
snowboarders who had broken through a guard fence to
find fresh snow in the out-of-bounds area at the back
of Grouse Mountain."
"Bloody fools," snapped Simon as he sat up in bed and
hit the "Off" button on his bedside clock-radio alarm.
He jumped out of bed and, shedding his pyjamas en
route, moved quickly into the bathroom, where he took a
quick pee and turned on the shower. Ten minutes later,
he was pulling on warm underclothes, his reddish-brown
hair still damp and his skin tingling from the cold
sluice and swift rub-down with a rough towel with which
he had finished his morning ablutions.
Fully dressed, he hurried downstairs, convinced that he
was up before his sister, but as he neared the bottom
steps, he heard the sounds of one of the Goldberg
Variations coming from the drawing room at the front of
the house. Obviously, Meg had no intention of missing
out on her piano practice, even if she had agreed to
take a rare day off to join him in some skiing on
Grouse Mountain. She was, without doubt, the most
disciplined person he had ever encountered but then,
everyone in the family was a high achiever.
Simon's father, Patrick, was a research scientist who
was highly placed in a company making classified
electronic equipment for both the military and NASA.
His mother, Alison, was a Doctor of Anthropology who
worked and taught out at the local university
Simon, at 17, was, himself, an up and coming skier,
already competing at the national level and widely
expected to move to the international level that year.
He loved the outdoor life, hiking the local trails,
exploring the back country and generally taking
advantage of being situated close to of most beautiful,
but also most dangerous topography in the world. He had
no sympathy for people who took needless risks and
broke the rules out there, causing others to risk their
own lives to rescue them. He felt no shame in staying
in bounds on the slopes where everything was clearly
marked and both novices and experts could find routes
to challenge them.
And then there was his fourteen year-old sister Meg
...the pianist. She had started lessons at four and
when she was eleven, gave her first concert
performance, playing the Rachmaninoff Number 1 Piano
Concerto with the local orchestra to a standing ovation
and rapturous reviews. It seemed to Simon that she
might choose to rest there but she pointed out to him
that she still had a vast amount to learn and that
talent like hers was not even slightly rare. It was
increasingly to be found in "child prodigies" cropping
up all over the place, especially in the Orient. And so
she continued to practice a minimum of four hours per
day, and longer when, as now, the schools were on
holiday for Christmas.
But, this year, had been no ordinary Christmas break.
Patrick and Alison had left for Hong Kong two days
earlier for a conference that was to last for four
days. They had decided to take advantage of being there
to enjoy a much needed, ten-day holiday, allowing them
time to explore the area before returning to their
crazy schedules. Simon and Meg had argued that they
were quite old enough and mature enough to look after
themselves while their parents were gone. Alison,
however, was not so sure. Although Simon was, she knew,
reasonably competent at basics in the kitchen, she
formed the mental vision of them existing on Burger
King meals for fourteen days, an idea that filled her
with horror. In the end a compromise was reached. They
could stay put in the house but had to go for dinner
every evening to her sister, Carol who lived a fifteen
minute walk away.
"At least that way, I know you'll get one good,
nutritious meal a day," she said.
Today, then, was the third day of their newfound
freedom from parental overview and Simon was determined
that they should he and Meg should make the most of it,
hence the early start. He stuck his head around the
drawing room door. Meg was seated at the piano, still
in her night clothes and robe, studying the music in
front of her.
"Meg, have you eaten yet?"
Meg continued playing.
"No. I thought I'd have breakfast with you," she
called.
"Scrambled eggs on toast then?"
"Sounds great. I'll be there in ten minutes."
Simon shut the door and headed for the kitchen, leaving
Meg to continue her practice.
Ten minutes later, she wandered into the kitchen and
took a stool at the counter where he had already set
knives and forks, side plates, salt and pepper and a
glass of orange juice. She sat watching him as he
buttered the toast and then returned to stir the fluffy
yellow mixture now starting to set in the skillet. This
was not the first time that she had seen her brother in
the role of chef but, frankly, she was still surprised.
He was such an outdoor type that she had never figured
he would have any interest in a domestic skill like
cooking but, as she watched, he took a small bowl into
which he had grated some cheddar cheese and sprinkled
the contents into the setting egg mixture. Two minutes
later, he was dividing the scrambled eggs onto the
toast. He added a sprig of parsley and handed one of
the plates to her.
With a raised eyebrow, she took the plate, set it down
in front of her and tucked in. It was delicious.
"You know, bro," she said. "You have hidden depths. I
didn't think you knew how to spell spatula, let alone
how to use one."
Simon grinned at her.
"Well, what do you think we live on when we go away
camping? Berries and roots?"
Meg gave him a scornful look.
"Of course not, but ...parsley with my scrambled eggs?
"Why not? It tastes good and it's good for you ...
helps the digestion."
"If you say so. Anyhow, this is not halfway bad. I'll
expect blueberry waffles tomorrow."
"No harm in expecting," he laughed, as she cleaned her
plate. "Now, go and get ready. We should try to get an
early start if we can. I suspect it's going to be
crowded up there later today."
Meg stood up, made to leave and then stopped.
"Simon, I'm really not too sure about this. I mean, I'm
nowhere near as good a skier as you are. Aren't you
going to get ticked off at me if I can't keep up with
you. I could just stay here and let you go by yourself.
Then I could practice and you could..."
"No, Meg," Simon interrupted. "There's no way that's
going to happen. For one thing, I'm not leaving you in
the house all day by yourself. Mum and dad would kill
me. Besides, you hardly ever go out and have fun
anymore. I mean, we used to spend all sorts of time
together when we were younger and now we hardly ever
seem to be in the same place at the same time."
"Well, we have different interests now ...and none of
your friends have any time for a fourteen year-old girl
who likes classical music. Come to that, not many of
mine do either."
"Well, I do," Simon declared, "so that's and end to it.
Oh, come on, Meg. It'll be fun. You take a day off from
practicing and I take a day off from competing. What do
you say? Or don't you have any time for your brother
these days?"
"That's not fair, Simon," she snapped. "You know it's
not that."
She paused, a frown creasing her forehead. Then, she
looked up at him, the frown vanished and she grinned.
"You know what? You're right. It's neat that you're
willing to take me, and I can practice some more this
evening. Right then, I'll get ready and be with you in
about half an hour."
She crossed to him and gave him a quick hug.
"Thanks, bro. Breakfast was great."
Then she was gone and Simon heard her running up the
stairs towards her bedroom.
Simon stood stock still. There are moments in life when
a person very suddenly becomes aware of something that
is patently obvious to others but is masked by
familiarity to someone close. As Meg hugged him ...ever
so briefly ...Simon had felt her small, firm breasts
press against his chest. Now, it was a matter of common
sense that, at fourteen, Meg would have breasts but, to
Simon, she was just Meg, his sister who was into a
completely different world from his. They had meals
together, it was true, and were together at various
occasional family gatherings but the idea of her as a
girl who was turning into a woman was not something to
which Simon had ever given serious thought. And then,
in that one brief moment, he had become acutely aware
of the transformation that had taken place, unnoticed
by him until that moment.
But what had shocked him was the way his body had
reacted to the discovery. As he had realised what
exactly it was that was that he felt pressing against
his chest, he felt himself instantly start to get hard
and, by the time, Meg had reached the foot of the
stairs, he had a full erection that strained painfully
against his restrictive thermal underwear. Now, what
the hell was that all about, he wondered. Meg was his
sister and strictly off limits from every point of
view. He had never thought of her as a sexual object, a
desirable female, and was horrified at the idea that he
might do so. And yet, when he tried to think about it
in a detached way, there could be no denying that she
was an extremely attractive girl.
Meg had inherited her appearance mainly from their
father. She was tall for a girl, 5' 9" currently, and
showing promise of attaining at least another inch. Her
black hair reached halfway down her back and shone as
if it had been burnished, especially when the light
caught it. Her warm brown eyes sparkled while her high
cheekbones and straight nose lent her a slightly
Romanesque beauty. Like her dad again, she was slender
and, indeed, dressed in a toga, could well have passed
for the haughty patrician daughter of a Roman Senator.
It was this look of apparent disdain that may also have
afforded her a very limited circle of friends, but this
tiny group knew that, in fact, there was nothing
haughty about her. She was just intense and different.
Get her away from her piano and she could be lots of
fun, having a wickedly dry sense of humour and a
certain wildness that she only just managed to keep in
check.
Simon had garnered more from his mother's genes.
Reddish brown hair, grey eyes, muscular build, average
height and a patient temperament. Whereas Meg was
intellectually gifted, being a straight A student,
Simon was more of a plodder. What she achieved almost
intuitively, he had to work at but he usually managed
to get there in the end and, sometimes, with a better
understanding of the details as a result of his hard
study so that each had a healthy respect for the other,
and it was only their different aptitudes that had led
to them down divergent paths over the past couple of
years.
Now, as Simon put together the gear that they would
need for the day, he mentally replayed the scene that
had taken place in the kitchen a short while earlier
and was disturbed to find that the memory alone was
having a similar effect on him. He made a strenuous
effort to dismiss the image from his mind, busying
himself with packing some safety equipment, food and
water. He had just finished stacking their back packs
by the front door when he saw Meg coming down the
stairs. He glanced up, and barely recognised her.
Meg attended a private girls school that still insisted
on a school uniform that comprised a plaid skirt, white
blouse (with a grey pullover sweater in the winter),
striped tie, knee-length white socks and a blazer. Most
days, when she got home, she would not bother to change
by go straight to the piano to practice. Most weekends,
Simon hardly saw her as he was usually off on some
outdoor trip, attending a competition in the winter or
rushing off to the gym to work out in the summer. As a
result, the image of Meg that he carried in his mind
was of the young schoolgirl. The person coming down the
stairs now was anything but that. She was wearing a ski
suit that hugged her body like a second skin. This
time, there could be no mistaking that the
transformation into womanhood had taken place and Simon
felt his jaw drop at the sight.
"Ye Gods, Meg. You can't wear that," he gasped.
"What do you mean?" Meg asked, stunned. "Why on earth
not?"
"Well, it's so... so..."
"It's so what?" she persisted.
"Well, isn't it a little tight?" he managed.
Meg giggled.
"Oh, Simon. I do believe you're embarrassed. This is
what all the girls are wearing on the slopes, and you
know it."
"Well ...maybe ...but, well, I mean ... you're
fourteen."
"And your point is?"
Simon was momentarily at a loss for words. Meg looked
stunning. No, damn it, she looked incredibly sexy is
how she looked. He struggled for something appropriate
to say.
"My point is ... My point is ..."
"Yes, Simon?"
He thought frantically and then said the first thing
that came into his head.
"My point is, I'm not sure that Mum would approve of
you going out in it!"
Meg studied him, a broad smile on her face.
"Nice try, bro, but it was Mum who helped me pick it
out. Come on. I thought you wanted to be up on the
slopes early."
She stepped forward and picked up her back pack, boots
and skis and opened the front door.
"Don't forget to set the alarm," she called back over
her shoulder.
Simon was left staring at her figure, walking down the
front path. Was she deliberately teasing him by
wiggling her butt? He found himself musing on the fact
that it was a damned fine butt at that. Shaking
himself, he grabbed the remaining gear, punched in the
appropriate code on the alarm pad and locked the front
door behind him as he hurried to catch up with Meg.
Once on the slopes, Simon soon lost himself in the
pleasure that always came to him being in the fresh air
and on skis. It was still early and the crowds had not
yet filled the mountain. Contrary to his confident
comment to Meg over breakfast, he had been a little
worried that he might quickly tire of her efforts on
the various runs but he discovered, to his delight,
that as with so many things in life, Meg had a natural
aptitude for skiing and after two short runs, he
realised that she was more than capable of handling
rougher terrain and more challenging runs. So it was
that they headed to the most distant part of the in-
bounds area. Snow was still falling and all the fresh
powder made the conditions virtually ideal.
As they skied across the fluffy white slope, Meg
pointed to a downhill trail that had not yet been skied
that day. Simon studied it carefully. It was fairly
steep but did not look too difficult. Getting back up
might take some effort but it was not marked as "Out of
Bounds" so it should prove okay. He nodded to Meg and
they headed for the start of the trail.
By sheer misfortune, the trail that they had selected
was the very one that the two snowboarders had used
illicitly the previous day. In order to access the
trail, the snowboarders had flattened a considerable
length of the orange plastic fencing that had been put
in place to mark the "in bounds" boundary. The rescue
searchers had also flattened additional sections of
fencing later to facilitate access to the search area
in the dark. The damaged webbing had been removed and
it was planned that this fencing would be replaced that
very morning but the rolls were stored at the bottom of
the and hadn't yet arrived in the staff ski-lift. So it
was that within minutes of Simon and Meg crossing the
now invisible line of the In-Bounds area, the tracks of
their skis were swallowed up by the snow and it was as
if they had never been there.
At first, the trail was challenging but not dangerous.
Simon insisted on leading and he was exhilarated by the
sting of the snow on his face, the smell of the firs
and the pines and the silence, since all sounds from
the city were now blocked out by the mountain behind
them. Only the hiss of waxed wood on snow disturbed the
air. Meg, too, was thrilled to be keeping pace with her
brother and happy that she had decided to abandon the
piano for once. About thirty feet ahead of her, she saw
Simon sweep round a bend and she bent a little lower to
follow him.
Rounding the corner, Simon saw, to his horror, that
there was a sudden break in the foliage and a dark line
across the path less than fifty feet ahead. He knew
what that meant. It meant that there was a cliff edge
right there. He was moving fast and scanned the trail
ahead for any sign of a turn-off between him and the
drop. There wasn't one. He shouted frantically to Meg
to look out but his words were lost on the wind. All
Meg saw was Simon suddenly scrabbling to stop, which he
did just two feet from the edge. In a flash, she
recognised that there was danger ahead and tried her
hardest to stop her downhill slide. She almost made it.
She had slowed right down when she ploughed into Simon.
Instinctively, he grabbed on to her and there was a
fraction of a second while they teetered motionless on
the edge of the drop, and then, almost in slow motion,
they tumbled together off the trail.
There are many places in that region where such a fall
would have been fatal. As it was, if they had to fall,
they could not have picked a more forgiving spot. They
dropped about six feet into a mass of snow-draped
shrubs growing in clumps on the steep, rocky
mountainside. The shrubs broke their fall but the
steepness of the slope caused them roll another fifty
or sixty feet downwards, crashing over rocks and slush.
At the bottom, they landed up in a swiftly flowing,
ice-cold stream, winded, scratched but miraculously
with nothing worse than a severely sprained ankle in
Simon's case and bruised ribs in Meg's case. There was
a keen wind whistling along the valley bottom and Simon
judged that the air temperature was below freezing
which meant that, with the wind-chill factor added,
being soaked was potentially, highly dangerous with
hypothermia a real possibility.
"Jesus, Meg. Are you alright?" Simon gasped once he had
got his breath back.
"My ribs hurt, but I think I'm okay," she said, much to
his relief. "Oh, Simon, where are we and what are we
going to do?
"I don't know, Meg, but we're not going to panic. The
first thing we have to do is get out of this water
before we freeze to death. Can you help me up? I've
hurt my ankle."
Meg stumbled to her feet and offered her hand to her
brother. He grabbed her arm and managed to heave
himself up. Together they hopped and hobbled towards
the further bank, which look marginally less
precipitous than the one down which they had just
fallen. On dry land again, Simon looked around for
anything that might indicate a trail and a way back to
civilization but there was none visible. He was still
wearing his backpack, as was Meg. He took his off,
opened it and surveyed the contents. Spare socks, a
woollen sweater, some chocolate, some sandwiches, a
bottle of water, a tin mug, a foil survival blanket in
its small plastic wrapper and some allegedly waterproof
matches. His compass had been smashed in the fall and
his cell phone was also damaged beyond repair.
"Meg, did you put your cell phone in your pack?"
Meg nodded.
"Thank god. Get it out and see if it is still working,
will you."
Meg slipped her pack off her shoulders and pulled out
her phone. She turned it on. The dial lit up but there
were no bars.
"It's working but there's no signal here."
"Damn!' Simon swore. "That means that we can't tell
anyone where we are."
He looked at his sister, soaked and shivering.
"I'm so sorry about this, Meg," he said. "I just don't
understand what happened. I mean, I can't believe that
the trail we came down can be in bounds but there
certainly wasn't any boundary fence. Which means, if it
was out of bounds, we are not going to be missed until
tonight. Aunt Carol knows that we were coming here but
she won't know we haven't returned until we don't show
up for dinner. She'll be sure to start a search but the
snow will have covered our tracks so the searchers
won't have any clue as to where we might be on the
mountain."
"Stop it, Simon," Meg whispered. "You're frightening
me."
"Sorry, sis. I don't mean to but it means that we have
to be really careful about what we do next because we
may be here a while."
"So what do we do next?"
"Well, one of the first rules of survival is that, if
you have no idea of which way is "out", you stay put,
make camp and wait until you can signal to any search
parties. So, first, we look for somewhere to make
camp."
Meg and Simon began looking all around them. All that
was visible at first was snow-covered scrub, trees and
a steep, rocky cliff on either side of the tumbling
stream.
"The good news is that we won't run short of water.
Mind you, I don't know what may have pissed in it
upstream but I suspect that we won't come to any harm
from drinking it, and as long as we can get a fire
going, we can always melt snow and boil it."
Simon turned back to Meg and saw that her teeth were
now chattering, a combination of the cold, the biting
wind and the shock. He knew that he had to get them
somewhere more sheltered sooner rather than later.
"What's that?" Meg said suddenly.
"What's what?" Simon asked looking to where Meg was
pointing.
"Over there ...that dark patch in the rock."
Simon looked hard and spotted the place she was
indicating.
"I'm not sure but it could be a cave. Let's go see."
With Simon leaning heavily on her, Meg and he worked
their way slowly over the rough ground, slipping and
sliding as they went. As they got nearer, they saw that
there was, indeed, a cleft in the rocky wall. As they
got more aligned with it, it looked as though it might
go some way back into the rock face. Five minutes
later, they reach the entrance. It was about twenty
feet high and twelve feet across and curved to the
right as they moved inside . As they made their way
deeper, Simon took out his key-chain which had a tiny
LED flashlight attached. Around the curve, they saw
that the cave slowly tapered downwards while it also
narrowed. Fifteen feet on, the small flashlight showed
that the roof was now at head height and the space was
only six feet wide. Never mind. It was shelter from the
elements. There was water dripping down the walls in
places but the central area was dry, if not warm.
With a sense of relief, Simon dropped his pack and Meg
followed suit.
"We have to get a fire going somehow and get out of
these wet clothes or we're going to freeze to death,"
Simon announced.
"We can't," Meg gasped. "I don't have anything else to
wear."
"Now you listen to me, Meg. This is no time for false
modesty. You're soaked through, you're shivering,
you're teeth are chattering and you're in shock. Now,
you'll do as I say or you won't get out of here. First
things first, we've got to find some dry wood and then
we'll pray that the waterproof matches in my pack live
up to their name. While we're at it, let's gather some
pine boughs to make a bed. We're most likely going to
be here overnight and that floor's damned hard"
With that, he hobbled towards the entrance again. A
very downcast Meg followed him. Together, they scoured
along the overhanging rock to find a supply of dry
tinder and wood that would fuel a fire. The work helped
calm Meg and raise her core temperature a little but
the was still about four degrees below freezing outside
and their clothes showed no sign of drying. Simon would
not let them stop until they had a substantial stock of
fuel in the cave and enough dry pine branches to make a
good-sized mattress onto which they dumped a thick
layer of the abundant pine needles that lay along the
wall of the cliff. It was not perfect but it was much
better than hard rock.
"We'll have to keep the fire going permanently," Simon
told Meg. "That is, if I can get it started. If we hear
an aircraft or a helicopter overhead, we can hopefully
get some of the brush smouldering to send a smoke
signal that will help them locate us."
He pulled out some of the dry kindling and set it down
in the middle of the cave.
" We should have enough wood here to keep a fire going
until the middle of the morning tomorrow, then we can
gather some more if we need to."
Simon laid some twigs over the kindling then stacked
some of the thinner logs, tepee fashion, over the
twigs. With shaking hands, he took one of the
waterproof matches and tried to strike it. The head
snapped off.
"Damn," he cursed, taking another match from the box.
Once again, the match failed to ignite.
"Fuck!" he yelled.
Meg was not exactly shocked or offended, but she had
never heard him use the "F" word in front of her before
and it alarmed her more than anything. He must be
worried if he was resorting to language like that.
Simon paused for a moment and then rooted around for a
match from the middle of the box. This time, nothing
happened immediately but on his fourth attempt to
strike it, the match sputtered a little and then flared
into a bright flame. Quickly, Simon applied the match
to the kindling. There was a moment when it seemed as
though it might not take but then a little tongue of
flame licked up and began to spread. Soon the twigs
were bursting into flame. Simon bent over and blew hard
into the burning material, which roared and grew with
every breath. At last, the logs caught and heat began
to radiate over them, to Simon's huge relief.
At first, smoke from the fire blew back over them,
causing them to choke and cough but, as the temperature
at the centre rose, the rising hot air drove the smoke
upwards where it hit the ceiling and was deflected in
all directions before being drawn towards the entrance
by the wind whistling past the cave and down the
valley.
Simon emptied the contents of his rucksack onto the
ground beside the fire and motioned to Meg to do the
same. They examined the contents. Simon had packed most
of it for her so there was a second foil survival
blanket, a large bar of Cadbury's Fruit and Nut
chocolate, another pack of sandwiches, a plastic mug
and one more bottle of water.
"We are going to have to make these last," Simon said,
pointing to the chocolate and the two packs of
sandwiches.
He ripped open the wrapping on the chocolate bar and
broke off a square for each of them, handing one to
Meg. She took it from him and popped it into her mouth.
Warmth from the fire was making her outer clothes steam
a little but she was still soaked to the skin and her
teeth were still chattering.
Without looking at her, Simon started to peel off his
anorak. Meg did not move.
"Come on, Meg. Out of that clothing."
Still she did not move.
"Now, Meg," Simon said sharply. "You're freezing and
you're going to catch pneumonia at the very least, if
we don't get you warm again. Now move it."
Meekly, Meg turned her back to him and started to unzip
her ski suit. Simon was, meanwhile, pulling off his
boots and his soaking socks. Hands shaking from the
cold, Meg finally managed to get her ski top off her
shoulders and slide it halfway down her elbows where it
stuck. Glancing at her, Simon saw that she was
struggling so he reached over and pulled the suit top
down to her wrists.
"What are you doing?" Meg gasped.
"What do you mean, what am I doing?" an exasperated
Simon rapped. "I'm helping you undress."
"I can manage fine by myself thank you," Meg snapped.
"Now, turn your back please!"
"Well, just get on with it then," he barked.
He bent over the scattered belongings on the cave floor
and picked up his spare sweater.
"Here, you can put this on to protect your modesty," he
said.
"What about you?, Meg asked.
"I'll just stay close to the fire," he muttered.
In silence, they continued to peel their soaking
clothes from their aching bodies. Meg was extremely
reluctant to remove her soggy bra and panties but she
knew that Simon was right and that they needed to warm
up so she slipped out of them as fast as she could.
Quickly pulling on the sweater that he had given her,
she pulled it down as far as it would come but it
barely covered her navel. Looking down, she grabbed one
of the two foil blankets, took it out of its plastic
bag, unfolded it and wrapped it around her waist to
form a metal skirt. She turned round and gasped. Simon
was standing with his back to her, close to the fire,
and he was stark naked, the first naked adult male that
she had ever seen for real. She automatically took in
his sturdy legs leading up to his muscular buttocks,
narrow waist and powerful back.
Simon heard her explosion of breath and half-turned
towards her.
"Simon, you're naked!" she shrieked.
"Well, you have my only spare clothes," he responded.
Meg did what any fourteen year-old girl would do when
faced with her first good-looking, naked male. She
stared. Her eyes shot to his crotch. His penis hung
limp between his legs and a pair of substantially sized
balls were suspended behind it. It was hard to judge
size from a sample of one but he seemed to her to be
well endowed. He turned back to face the fire.
"You'd better get over here and warm up," he advised.
"Bring your wet clothes with you and spread them out on
the other side of the fire."
He tossed a couple more logs onto the flames sending a
shower of sparks spinning upwards to the roof and
damping down the heat a little until the new fuel
caught.
Meg collected her clothing from the floor and went to
the other side of the fire. As she spread the various
items closer to the heat, she kept glancing through the
flames and smoke at Simon, standing deep in thought. At
no time in her life could she ever have imagined being
alone with him in a cave miles from civilization
...most especially not with him standing utterly naked
not more than six feet from her. She became acutely
conscious of how little she was wearing and the thought
sent a small current of ...something, she didn't know
what, through her body. The flickering shadows caused
by the flames made it look as though Simon's penis was
twitching and so Meg hastily spread the last of her
clothes, her panties and bra, on the floor, and went
back to stand beside him.
"What are we going to do, Si," she asked quietly.
"I think I need to do something about my ankle," Simon
said. "It's throbbing like hell."
"Sit down, then. I'll take a look," Meg replied.
Simon sat on the rough bed and she squatted by his
feet. She only had to glance at them to see that it was
the left ankle that he had hurt.
"It looks very swollen," she said. "Can you move it at
all?"
Simon tried wiggling his foot a little.
"Shit," he cried. "That hurts."
"Yes," said Meg "but it is moving so I don't think it's
broken. I'm going to wrap it tightly with a bandage."
"We don't have a bandage," Simon pointed out.
"There's my blouse," Meg grinned. "It's about time
these hideous school blouses served a useful purpose."
She went back and grabbed the blouse that she had been
wearing under her ski suit and handed it to Simon.
"Can you rip it into strips?" she asked.
Simon took one of the sleeves, gripped it in one hand
and held the body of the blouse tight in the other. It
took some effort but then there was a ripping sound and
the sleeve and blouse parted company. From there on, it
was easier and Meg soon had some strips of damp but
effective material with which to bind the ankle. Simon
winced a little as she pulled the fabric tight but, at
last, she had it tied off and he had to admit that it
felt a little more comfortable.
As she finished, Meg glanced forward. Simon was sitting
with his knees slightly raised and his feet apart. She
found herself looking, head-on, at his penis and balls,
now less than two feet away from her. Simon saw what
she was looking at and immediately closed his knees.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he shouted.
"I'm sorry, Si," Meg stammered, blushing scarlet at
being caught staring. "It's just that..."
She didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry..." Her voice trailed off.
Simon looked at her, pink faced and scared, and his
tone softened at once.
"Hey, sis. It's okay. I'm sorry I shouted. Okay? I
guess that it's only natural that you'd stare. I mean
we haven't seen each other naked since I was five years
old and you were two. I guess I'd stare too if our
positions were reversed."
"Simon!!" Meg exclaimed.
"Why do you say 'Simon' like that? You're pretty damned
good looking, you know. What would you expect me to
do?"
Meg was thunderstruck.
"You think I'm good looking?"
"Of course you are. You must know that."
"Not really. I mean, how would I?"
Simon shook his head disbelievingly.
"You really need to get out more," he said.
There was a pause while both of them were absorbed in
their own thoughts. Each would have been very surprised
to know what the other was thinking. Simon kept
remembering the feeling of Meg's breasts pressing into
his chest. Meg, for her part, kept stealing
surreptitious glances at her brother's penis and
wondering how on earth something that looked rather
large to her could possibly fit where she knew it was
supposed to fit.
It was Simon who broke this reverie.
"Hey Meg, what sort of brother am I? You said you'd
hurt your ribs. How are they doing?"
In truth, her somewhat unworthy thoughts had partially
driven her sore ribs from her mind but, as soon as
Simon mentioned them, she was instantly aware of them
again.
"They're not too bad," she said.
"Take a deep breath for me," Simon instructed.
She did so and a sharp pain stabbed at her. Simon saw
her wince.
"I think I'd better look at them," he said.
"No, I'll be fine," Meg said, but not convincingly.
"Nonsense. Come on. Lie down here."
Simon pointed to the pine branch bed.
"Come on. Don't be a baby. Lie down."
"I'm not being a baby," Meg snapped, and she lay down
on the fragrant green mattress. Simon placed the two
empty knapsacks under her head as a sort of pillow.
"Now, where does it hurt?"
Meg indicated the lower ribs on her right side.
Gingerly, Simon took hold of the hem and pulled up the
sweater on that side. Immediately, Meg's hand shot out
and grabbed his to stop him from pulling it up too far.
Simon just looked at her and Meg reluctantly took her
hand away. Simon bared her rib cage on the right, being
careful not to expose her breast. He ran his fingers
lightly over the underlying bones and Meg let out a
little whimper. The skin in the area felt cold and
clammy but he felt no obvious signs of a fracture.
There was no doubt that she would bruise heavily in
that area but they were extremely fortunate to be
alive, let alone so lightly injured.
Simon pulled her sweater back down.
"Nothing broken as far as I can tell," he smiled, "but
you're going to be black and blue there before you're
through."
"Thanks for checking," Meg said and Simon saw that she
was crying quietly.
He put his arm around her, very gently.
"Don't cry, sis. We're going to be okay. We've got
water, we've got a fire, we're out of the weather and,
by tomorrow, everyone will be looking for us. It's only
a matter of time before we get out of here and back
home. Mind you, mum and dad will probably ground me
until I'm fifty for getting you into this."
"It wasn't your fault," Meg said. "And I know you're
right. They'll find us tomorrow or the day after for
sure. Throw another log on the fire."
Simon banked up the fire and turned to study his
sister.
"It's going to be a long day and night, Sis. What say
we try to take a nap now. It might help."
Wiping the tears from her cheeks, Meg nodded agreement.
"Right then," Simon said. "Nudge over a bit."
Awkwardly, Meg shuffled sideways and Simon stretched
out beside her, unpacking and pulling the other foil
blanket over him as he did so.
"You should do the same," he told her.
"Don't look, then," she answered.
"Of course not," he said seriously.
Meg stood up and turned her back to him. She unwrapped
the blanket that was covering her middle, held it up in
front of her and with her back still towards him,
lowered her naked butt onto the pine bed, twisted so
that she was now sitting with her feet at the bottom of
the bed and then lay back, pulling the foil sheet
carefully over her. She could feel the impress of the
pine needles against her bare skin and was horribly
aware that her nether region was naked. Just as she was
thanking the fates for the foil covering, Simon spoke
again.
"May I say, Meg, that you have the most delicious bum I
have ever seen!"
Meg screamed.
"You said you wouldn't look," she gasped.
"I lied," he smiled.
"You bastard, ...you, ...you." she spluttered.
"Ooh!!!!"
"Hey, Meg, who was it I caught staring at my parts
earlier. Seems to me that you have nothing to protest
about."
"Hey yourself," Meg snapped back. "I had an excuse. You
were sitting around without a stitch on. Where else was
I supposed to look, especially as it was my first one."
"Well, that's good news anyway. My fourteen year-old
sister has never seen a naked man before."
"Yes ...but you lied to me. You said you wouldn't look
and you did."
There was a silence that grew heavier as each waited
for the other to speak. Finally, Simon couldn't stand
it any longer.
"Okay, Meg. You're right. I'm sorry but, for god's
sake, I'm only human. I mean, it's not as though I get
to see naked women every day either. I don't ...ever,
in fact. And I meant what I said. You have the most
delicious bum ...honestly."
"You said 'that you'd ever seen' and then you tell me
that you've never seen another one so what am I
supposed to make of that?"
"God, Sis, don't let's argue. Can we just say that
you've seen me naked and I've seen your bum, which I
happen to think is delicious, and leave it at that?"
"I suppose," Meg said reluctantly.
"Good, now let's try to sleep for a while."
He turned his back and closed his eyes. In moments, he
was snoring gently.
Meg lay on her back, thinking about all that had
happened that day. She'd certainly have an adventure to
share when she got back to school, if she got back to
school, but she also knew that there were some parts of
the story that she would never reveal. One was how
exciting she found the sight of her brother's naked
body. He was now sound asleep. One of the logs on the
fire dislodged sending up another shower of sparks and
a shaft of bright orange flame. Sitting up, she looked
down at her brother. The foil sheet had slipped
sideways and he was lying there bare-chested. She
watched the play of the light on his body and the
steady rise and fall of his chest as he slept. Knowing
that she shouldn't, she gently pulled the foil covering
the rest of him towards her. Slowly she revealed his
calves, then his knees. She pulled again and the
metallic blanket slid clear of his body.
Moving extremely cautiously, she got to her knees,
leaned over him and studied his flaccid penis
...circumcised, she noted. In the flickering orange
light, she could clearly see the veins lying just under
the skin. She studied the pubic hair that curled around
the top of it and noted that it was the same reddish
brown as his hair. She would liked to have had a closer
look at his testicles but that would have meant lifting
his penis and possibly disturbing him. Her curiosity
partially satisfied, she carefully spread the sheet
back over him and lay back down. Her mind whirling, she
fell finally into a fitful doze.
She awoke to find that she was shivering again. A quick
glance showed that the logs had burned through and were
now just glowing red ashes. She jumped to her feet and
grabbed some more kindling and twigs, throwing them
onto the hot embers. The kindling caught immediately,
then the twigs. Sure that they were well ablaze, she
added some more wood and then settled back down on the
pine boughs, pulling the "blanket" back over her. As
she did so, Simon stirred.
"What's up, Sis?" he asked.
"I woke up because I was cold and the fire had almost
burned out. I've just got it going again."
"Well done," he smiled. "You still cold?"
"Yes," she said.
"Come on, then."
He patted the spot right beside him.
"Come and cuddle up. We'll share some body heat."
Meg hesitated for only a moment, then scooted closer to
him. She put an arm around his waist and pulled herself
close so that she was lying, spoon-fashion, pressed
against his broad back, her bare legs tucked up against
his. She pulled her foil blanket on top of them,
savouring the heat that seemed to radiate from Simon.
She could hardly believe that she was now in such
intimate physical contact with her naked brother and
had only a woollen sweater masking her own nudity. The
very thought gave her goose-bumps and to her horror,
she felt her nipples stiffening. That had to be wrong
but, then, no more so than sneaking a peek at Simon's
penis while he slept. She just prayed that Simon hadn't
noticed. What would he think of her.
Simon, however, had noticed. It would have been
difficult not to since Meg's chest was pressed so
tightly to him. Her hand was also resting, innocently
enough he thought, only inches from his prick. His mind
might not have been quite sure what to make of this
turn of events but his body showed no hesitation at
all. He felt a warm glow at his centre which had
nothing to do with the fact that the fire was now
blazing merrily and had everything to do with the firm
nipples that he could feel boring into his back. He lay
still, willing his body not to react but it wouldn't
listen. Slowly, his prick began to stiffen and, within
seconds, he was as hard as iron and sweating. He tried
to remain motionless but his breathing had shortened
with his excitement.
Meg felt his chest heaving.
"Are you alright, Si?" she asked.
"I'm fine. Go to sleep," he croaked.
"No you're not. What's wrong?" she insisted.
"Nothing. Go to sleep."
Alarmed by the strange note in his voice, Meg sat up
and, in doing so, caused the foil that was covering him
to slip off his body. Simon's hands flew to cover his
erection but not before Meg had caught sight of it.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "Oh my god."
"Stop saying that," Simon said, grabbing for the foil
covering.
"Oh my god!!" Meg said once more.
"I told you to stop saying that. Anyway, it's your
fault."
"My fault?" Meg exclaimed. "How is it my fault?"
"You had your boobs pressed into my back and, well..."
It was Meg's turn to be embarrassed.
"Si, I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say. I mean, I
was just getting warm but you're all naked and all, and
it just happened."
Simon rolled onto his back, holding his hands over the
tent in the foil.
"It's okay, Sis. I'm embarrassed too, but this is an
unusual and difficult situation all round."
Meg smiled her relief at his comment and sat deep in
thought for a moment or two. Then she looked up at him,
her face very serious.
"Simon, like you said, this is an unusual situation and
there are some parts of it, like this for example, that
we are NEVER going to tell anyone about ...agreed?"
"Absolutely agreed," Simon said firmly.
"Okay, then. Given that this will always be our secret,
can I ask you a huge favour?"
"Depends what it is," Simon answered hesitantly.
"I think you know what it is," she grinned. "Can I look
at it? Please ...pretty please? I'll never get another
opportunity to see a real one for years. I mean, I did
get a quick glance so it's not like it will make any
difference to you. Please, Simon, let me."
"Megan, you know this is all wrong, don't you. You're
my sister, for god's sake."
"I know, I know," Megan gushed, "but that's the whole
point. I feel safe with you. Please, Bro, let me look
at it. I promise I'll never tell a soul ...honest."
Simon looked into Megan's pleading face, saw the
excitement in her eyes and the blush on her cheek.
"I'm really not sure that this is a good idea," he said
but he took his hands away from the foil sheet.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Megan laughed and
quickly pulled away the covering blanket.
Her eyes opened wide as she had her first opportunity
to study a fully erect male penis for real. Simon was
even bigger than she had first imagined now that she
saw him fully extended. She also now had a clear view
of his balls which seemed to have tightened, but maybe
that was her imagination. Fascinated by the sight, and
without warning him, she reached out and wrapped her
long, delicate fingers around it.
"Hey," Simon shouted in alarm."I didn't say you could
touch it," but he didn't stop her.
Acting as though she hadn't heard him, she continued to
hold it gently.
"It feels so warm," she said.
Suddenly, she released him and turned to face him.
"Thank you, bro," she smiled. "Wrong or not, I'll
always be glad that the first one I saw and held was
yours."
Without warning, she leaned over and kissed him on the
cheek. Simon groaned.
"What's the matter, Si," she asked anxiously.
"It's you," he said "You have no idea, have you?"
"Idea of what?" she asked.
"That you're absolutely gorgeous, that you are lying
next to me wearing next to nothing but that you're only
fourteen and you're my sister. It's absolute torture. I
mean, you can look at me, touch me and it's okay
...well sort of ...but I could go to jail if I so much
as lay a finger on you."
Megan slumped back, thinking about what Simon had just
said. Naturally, she latched onto his first words.
"You really think I'm 'gorgeous'?" she asked at last.
"Of course you are," Simon snapped. "I can't imagine
why it took me so long to recognize the fact. Probably
that damned school uniform of yours. It's not exactly
flattering."
"Oh, I don't know.," Megan smiled. "There are a few old
guys who hang around school at the end of the day who
seem to find our uniform quite sexy."
"Bloody perverts," Simon spat.
Megan sat up and looked again at Simon's erection which
showed no sign of subsiding.
"Was it really me that made it do that?" she asked
quietly.
"You know it was," he answered. "You have a beautiful
body and when you pressed against me, this was the
natural reaction."
"Wow! Well, as you say, I really had no idea but I
guess I should be pleased."
She reached out and touched him again.
"It's really big, isn't it."
"Not as big as some," he muttered. "Please leave it
alone, Meg. You're driving me nuts."
She let go of him at once.
"I'm sorry, Si. I'm being selfish, aren't I?"
"It's okay," he grunted.
He pulled the foil sheet back over his middle. Megan
was silent for a moment then she looked at him
thoughtfully.
"You said that I have a beautiful body, but you've
never really seen it, so how do you know?"
"Well, I know you have a beautiful bum and I could feel
your boobs pressed into my back."
Megan shrugged dismissively.
"You also said that you could go to jail if you laid a
finger on me."
"It's true. You're a minor, not to mention being my
sister. I'd be thrown to the wolves for even thinking
of touching you."
"Only if somebody knew," she said quietly.
There was a long, pregnant pause before Simon finally
spoke.
"What are you suggesting, Meg?" he asked.
"If I ask you a question, will you give me an honest
answer?"
"Of course."
"Does what you said mean that you want to 'lay a finger
on me'?"
"Jesus, Megan. What sort of question is that?"
Megan knew that he was shaken. He only used her full
name when he was exasperated with her.
"Simon, just answer the question. Do you want to 'lay a
finger on me'?"
Simon stared everywhere but at her while he considered
how to answer the question. Did he want to explore her
body? He knew, in his heart, that despite all the
taboos that existed, he did but, as her older brother
with responsibility for her welfare, was honesty the
best policy right now. His mind still struggling with
the options, he turned to stare at her miserably,
unable to answer her.
She saw the look of anguish on his face and it made up
her mind. She reached down to the hem of the sweater
...his sweater ... and, before she could lose her
nerve, yanked it up over her head, pulling it free of
her long hair and sliding it off her arms. She saw the
shock on his face as, for the first time, he saw her
nude to the waist. Truly, she was magnificent. Small,
high breasts, tipped by erect pink nipples. He just sat
there staring at her, his mouth open.
"Megan," he managed to gasp.
She reached over and took his hand, placing on her
breast. He tried to pull it away but she held it there.
"It's only fair," she whispered.
He nodded and then yielded to her mood. Gently he
squeezed the firm flesh and ran his thumb over the
rampant tip, causing her to sigh contentedly.
"Oh, Simon. That feels good," she murmured. "Don't
stop."
He likely couldn't have stopped at that point for his
prick was throbbing and his heart was racing.
Without releasing his hold, he leaned in and kissed the
other breast and she sighed again.
"Oh, yes, Si!"
He pushed her back onto the pine bed and leaned over
her. Her eyes remained, fixed and unblinking, on his as
he slowly leaned over to kiss her, closing only as
their lips met in the first tender kiss that they had
ever shared. He was overwhelmed by her softness, her
sweetness and then by her ardour as she put her arm
around his neck and pulled him tighter to her. Her
mouth opened and her eager tongue darted out to meet
his. Simon was swept away by the smell of her, the
taste of her and, most of all, by the feel of her. He
continued to play with her nipple and felt her pushing
upward to increase the pressure of his hand on her
breast. He squeezed harder, flattening the pliant flesh
and causing her to make a guttural sound deep in her
throat.
Suddenly, it occurred to him what he was doing and he
pulled away, causing her to mewl in protest.
"Meg, we have to stop," he wailed but his voice held no
conviction.
Megan said nothing but her hand went to the foil
blanket that was still covering the lower half of her
body. Slowly, deliberately, she drew it aside and now
she was completely naked to his gaze ...and he was
lost.
"Holy shit, Meg," he cried as his eyes took in every
detail of her body. Her perfect small breasts with
their rigid tips, the underlying slope of her rib-gage
leading to the shadowy pit of her navel, then on down
over her flat stomach to her completely clean-shaven
pubic area from which the straight line of her vulva
extended with the small button of her clit peeping out,
then on over her long, graceful legs to her feet, then
back up to her pussy again.
Simon could hardly breathe. "Jesus, Meg. You are truly
stunning. You really are."
Megan smiled contentedly. "Thank you, bro. Now we're
even. I've seen you and you've seen me."
Still, she made no move to cover up again. In fact, she
got up, walked sensuously over to the stack of wood and
tossed a couple more logs on to the fire, favouring
Simon with a proper look at her shapely butt. Then she
stood looking down at the flaring wood and the dancing
sparks. Simon got to his feet and stood behind her,
slipping his arms around her waist. She made no
objection but simply placed her hands on his, pulling
him closer to her. As he pressed against her back, she
felt his prick rub against the crack of her bum.
Another first, she thought; the first time a man's cock
has touched me. Rather than being alarmed, she
recognized that she was enjoying the feeling and was
excited by the newly acquired knowledge that, at
fourteen, she already had the power to cause such a
satisfying response in a male ...even if he was her
brother. Especially if it was her brother, whom she had
always thought of as straight-laced.
She remained still for a few moments relishing the
sensation of his closeness behind her. Simon was in
mental agony. He was pressed against an incredibly
beautiful young woman, his raging hard-on mere
millimetres from her virgin pussy and she was not doing
anything to discourage him. As if sensing his
indecision, Meg drew both his hands up to her breasts
and squeezed his fingers, clearly expecting him to
knead her the way he had done a little earlier. In a
trance, Simon again began to ply her nipples with his
fingers and, almost instantly, they were hard again.
"God, that feels so good," she purred. "Keep going."
He needed no more encouragement and his hands closed
over her, squeezing, fondling, flattening and gently
twisting. Megan sighed and reached a hand behind her to
hold Simon's cock. This time, he didn't protest as she
squeezed it gently, and then began sliding her hand up
and down it's silky surface. She could feel the veins
throbbing against her palm and he began to grunt as she
gripped him a little more firmly and began to rub
faster.
"God, Meg, where did you learn to do this?"
"Oh, you'd be surprised what we talk about at a private
girls school," she said dreamily. "Does it feel good?"
"It feels fantastic," he gasped.
"Is your ankle still hurting?" she asked suddenly.
"It hurts like hell but don't stop."
"I won't, but you should lie down again."
He hopped backwards and half collapsed onto his back on
the pine bed. Meg followed him and knelt beside him,
sat back on her haunches and took him in hand again.
She continued to stroke him and heard his breathing
shorten again.
"Oh, god, I'm coming," he called, and promptly shot
stream after stream of white goo in an arc through the
air before it fell to form a little pool on the pine
leaves. Meg gazed, slack-jawed, at the white stream as
it turned orange in the light from the fire and then
fell to form a black stain in the shadow. Mesmerised,
she kept pumping him until every last drop was
exhausted and he grabbed her hand to stop her.
"That was amazing," she stammered. "I've never seen an
orgasm before. That is what that was, isn't it?"
"Oh yes," Simon sighed happily, as his body slowly
subsided. "That's what it was alright, but – to be
truthful – I've never had one like that before either."
"Is that good?" Meg asked anxiously.
"It 's better than good. It was incredible!!" he
assured her.
Megan's face lit up with a broad smile and she
stretched out beside him. She watched carefully as his
erection slowly wilted.
"That's so clever," she said earnestly as his penis
shrank and settled between his legs again.
"Mother Nature thinks of everything," he grinned.
She snuggled beside him and rested her head on his
outstretched arm. He looked at her lying so contentedly
and found it almost impossible to comprehend all that
had happened over the course of a few short hours, not
least of all the complete upheaval of everything he
knew or felt about her.
He cleared his throat. "Meg, can I ask you a question?"
he began.
"Of course you can, silly," she smiled.
"It's none of my business of course, but have you ever
had an orgasm?'
Megan felt her cheeks turning pink but she didn't
hesitate to respond.
"Sort of," she said.
"Sort of?" he asked.
"Well ...god, this is embarrassing but ...well, I have
played with myself a few times ...you know,
masturbated, and it's made me feel pretty horny, but
I'm not sure that it was all that it is supposed to be,
talking to the other girls at school. Why do you ask?"
"It's just that it seems to me that one good turn
deserves another."
"You want to fuck me?" she choked.
"Good god, no!" he gasped. "There are other ways to
pleasure a girl and, anyway, I hate that word. It
sounds so brutal."
"But you'd be willing to bring me off; is that what
you're saying?"
"No ...well ...yes. If you'd like me to, that is, if
you'd let me."
"If you had asked me that twenty-four hours ago, I'd
have screamed blue murder, but then if you'd told me
twenty-four hours ago that I'd strip naked and wank my
brother off, I'd have said you were crazy and
dangerous."
"Are you sorry now that you did that?"
"God, no. You know that."
"Well, then. You've obviously been using my razor. Why
don't you allow me a closer inspection of your
handiwork?"
Megan giggled.
"Or don't you like me that much?" he asked seriously.
Megan's giggle died and she sat up to look at him. It
was time for some more honesty.
"Oh, Simon, don't you know? I've had a crush on you
since I was eleven."
"WHAT?!!" he spluttered.
"Yes, you idiot. I thought you were sure to know."
"Well, I certainly didn't," he protested.
"Apparently not," she grinned. "Well, anyway, I have.
But, like you, I knew I couldn't do anything about it.
And I don't believe either of us would have done if
today hadn't happened, but it was always you that I was
thinking about when I masturbated, big brother. So, if
you want to "pleasure me", as you put it, you won't
hear any objection from me."
Simon was totally flabbergasted. How could he have been
so blind as not to see just how beautiful Megan had
grown and then, on top of that, have totally missed any
sign that she fancied him? He saw her watching him and
thought her the most delicious and tempting morsel he
could ever have imagined ...and now she was giving him
carte-blanche to do whatever he wished with her. Unable
to believe his good fortune, and all thoughts of what
the world might think cast aside, he sat up and kissed
her again.
This time, there was instant heat between them. His
tongue probed her mouth, ran over her teeth; his lips
played tug-of-love with hers and his hand sought her
breast once more. And, once more, her eager young body
responded and this time, she was not tentative about
what to do. She pushed him onto his back and lay across
him, her aroused nipples again pressed against his
chest. His hands ran down her back and cupped her soft,
rounded buttocks, pressing her against him. She felt
the immediate response at his groin and murmured with
pleasure as the hardening flesh began to nudge at her
cleft. She gyrated her centre up and down against him,
feeling his hot flesh rubbing against her vaginal lips,
feeling heat build and feeling herself starting to get
wet. Her outer lips began to part and she felt him
sliding back and forth over her clit. Wonderful
sensations began to fill her as her clit stiffened. She
was now soaking.
Simon felt her juices lubricating his cock. He flipped
her onto her back and moved his lips first to her
breasts, then to her navel and then down, down, down to
her clit. As he flicked his tongue over it, she let out
a little squeal of pleasure. Encouraged, he flickered
his tongue over it and she began to moan. Running it up
and down her slit, he allowed it to probe the entrance
to her vagina and was rewarded with a gasp.
"Oh, god, yes. That's it, Si. That's it."
She was panting now, her body heaving. He ran his
tongue back up to her clit, now like a small, pink
button which he gripped gently between his teeth and
pulled.
Megan felt her world explode. Her hips were bouncing up
and down in the throes of her first real ...and massive
...orgasm. With eyes screwed shut, she fought for
breath as a bout of near heart-stopping ecstasy racked
her body and a tidal wave of sensation swept through
her, leaving her almost senseless. At last, the wave
receded and she slowly opened her eyes, tears running
down her cheeks, to see Simon leaning over her, a huge
grin on his face.
"How was it?" he asked
"I... it was ... oh, god, Si. I don't have the words.
It was not like anything I've ever felt before. It was
so good, it frightened me."
She flung herself at him and kissed him deeply.
"Thank you so much," she laughed. "You can lay a finger
...or a tongue ...on me any time you like."
She broke away from him and reached for the sweater.
"No, Meg, don't put it back on again ...please. Not
just yet. I want to enjoy looking at you while I can. I
may never have another chance like this."
Meg looked at his eager face and tossed the sweater
aside.
"I was just feeling a little cool," she said with a
smile.
"Here, if you're cold, I'll bank up the fire some
more," Simon said quickly
He jumped to his feet and tossed some more wood on the
fire. Crossing to look around the corner at the cave
entrance, he saw that it was now nearly dark outside.
Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was only three-
thirty in the afternoon. He came back and sat down
beside her.
"Still about three hours before Carol is going to miss
us," he said. "I don't know how long she'll wait before
she raises the alarm but I doubt there is anything that
can be done to look for us before it gets light
tomorrow morning. Perhaps we should eat half our
sandwiches now and save the rest for tomorrow. It's
going to be a long night."
They shared one of the sandwich packs and drank half
their water, finishing the meal with another square of
chocolate each. Their clothes were now just about dry
but by unspoken mutual consent, they did not get
dressed again. Simon built up the fire once more,
arranged a couple of the larger logs at the head of the
bed, set the back packs against them and used them as a
backrest. He sat propped up against them, spread his
legs and indicated that Meg should come and sit between
them, her back propped against his chest. Meg settled
contentedly on the soft pine leaves and leaned back. He
draped his arms over her shoulders, his hands relaxed
over, but not touching her breasts. They sat in
contented silence for a while.
Suddenly, Meg leaned forward, twisted her body and
looked back over her shoulder at him.
"Silas, are you still a virgin?"
Even with their new degree of intimacy, Simon was taken
by surprise.
"Does it matter," he spluttered.
"No, but I'm curious. Are you?"
"Er ... well ...as it happens, yes, I am. Why?"
"No particular reason," she said, settling back against
him. "I did wonder if you and Paula Marlowe might have
done the deed when you were going out with her last
year. She's very pretty and she has the rep of being
fairly accommodating."
"Yes, well, Paula and I never got quite that far," he
said laconically.
"Oh, yes? So how far did you get?" Meg grinned.
"None of your business," Simon answered.
"Oh, come on, bro. Tell me. We hardly have any secrets
from each other at this point."
"Well, if you must know, I copped a quick feel of her
tits but, as soon as I made a move downwards, she said
that she wasn't that sort of girl. Quite honestly, I
think she gets off on getting guys worked up and then
pulling the plug."
"I'd say that she doesn't know what she's missing."
Megan smiled.
Simon chuckled.
"She's not really my type when it comes right down to
it, but you need to try a few before you know that
...at least men do."
He paused, staring off into space, lost in his
reminiscences for a moment. Then he looked down at her
again.
"So, sweet sister of mine, as long as we are trading
secrets, I assume that I'm safe in thinking that you're
still a virgin too,"
"Oh, yes, you're quite safe on that count," Meg said.
"Good," Simon said happily.
"Mind you, I did have a close encounter of the lesbian
kind last term," she added.
"You what?!!" Simon exploded.
"Oh, it didn't go anywhere ...I mean nothing happened,
or nothing much anyway."
"What are you talking about?" Simon demanded.
"Well, it was in the showers after Gym one afternoon.
Cynthia and I had been told to clear up the mats and
the gym equipment. We'd used a lot of stuff that day
so, by the time Cynthia and I got to the showers, the
other girls were all leaving or had already left. We
stripped off, got under the showers and were joking and
larking around, splashing water at each other, that
kind of thing, when Cynthia said that she'd wash my
back. I didn't think anything about it, so she soaped
me up and rubbed my back with a wash-cloth, then let
the soap rinse off. But then she said 'turn round', so
I did, thinking that she wanted me to do her back for
her. She must have misread the whole thing because, the
next thing I know, she's kissing me on the lips and
pushing her body tight against mine."
"Jeez," gasped Simon. "What did you do?"
"I was so taken by surprise," Meg replied "that I
didn't know what to do. I mean, the kiss itself was
pretty innocent but then she pushed her hand between my
legs and started fingering me."
"My god. What happened?"
"What happened was that I slugged her in the mouth and
she fell backwards with a bleeding lip while I got the
hell out of the shower room in a hurry.'
"Good for you, sis. Were there any repercussions?"
"No. She told everyone she'd slipped in the shower and,
after that, she kept her distance."
"Wow. If mum and dad knew what went on at your school,
the things that you talk about and all that, they'd
have a heart attack."
"You're not going to tell them are you?" Meg said,
alarmed.
"Of course not," Simon assured her. "I thought we'd
agreed that we are going to keep most of today a secret
between us."
"Good," Meg smiled and snuggled back again.
"So what else do you girls discuss at school?" Simon
asked.
"Oh, pop music, movies, fashion, you know, the usual
girls stuff."
"That's not what I meant and you know it," he laughed.
"Simon Bradley, are you trying to get your fourteen
year-old sister to talk dirty?" she asked.
"I'm just curious. It must run in the family," he
replied.
"Fair enough," Meg grinned. "Well, there has been
discussion about how many of the girls have given their
boyfriends blow-jobs, which – it turns out – is most of
those who have boyfriends."
"Jesus," Simon gasped.
"And then there are those who have gone all the way
with a boy, which was a surprisingly small number if
they are telling the truth."
"I should hope so," Simon said. "I trust that you've
never given a boy a blow-job."
"I've never had a boyfriend," Meg said bitterly.
"Does that mean you would if you had one?" he asked.
"Does that mean you're asking me to give you one, since
you're the closest thing I've ever had to one?" she
countered.
This time, Simon was stopped dead in his tracks. His
mind raced.
"Well?" she asked.
"I couldn't," he managed at last.
"Why not," she asked. "You licked my pussy readily
enough. What was it you said? 'One good turn deserves
another'?"
"But it's not right," he said weakly.
"Simon, just about nothing we've done since we took our
clothes off has been 'right', as you put it, so I'll
take your answer to mean yes."
"Megan, you can't. I mean..." his voice trailed off.
"Because I'm only fourteen and so pure, you mean?"
"Well, yes ..I suppose," he offered weakly.
"Simon, why is it that, from what I've heard, boys love
to get blow-jobs but consider the girls that give them
sluts? Why is that?"
Simon considered the question but found that he didn't
have a ready answer. He thought for a moment before
responding.
"I guess that I still think of you as a child though,
god knows, after today, that will be impossible. And,
yes, I do think of you as innocent. As your brother,
I'm supposed to protect that innocence, not corrupt
it."
Megan's attitude softened at once.
"Well, bro, I hate to point out the obvious, but I
haven't been acting very innocently around here, have
I?"
"No, but..."
"But nothing, Si," she interrupted. "I've already told
you, there is no way I would have initiated what's
happening between us and I honestly believe that, if
this hadn't occurred, nor would you. But now it has. As
it is, we're sitting here naked, I've confessed to
having had the hots for you for three years and, if
what is prodding me in the butt is what I think it is,
you don't seem exactly indifferent to me."
There was no answer to her logic. She was right, but he
still could not bring himself to ask her. He sat there,
mind awhirl.
Once again, she sensed his turmoil. She sat up, then
turned around and knelt between his legs, before
sitting back on her heels and regarding him with a
solemn look .
"Simon, today has been a day of new experiences for
both of us ...some bad ...actually, very bad ...but
some have been amazing. I have never felt so good as
you made me feel earlier."
As she had done twice before that day, she reached out
and took his prick in her hand, then continued.
"I'm in awe of the fact that I can make your penis go
hard just by letting you see my body because, before
today, I didn't think that I was pretty enough to make
such a thing happen. I've let you touch me everywhere
and I loved it ...well, you know that. If I now want to
give you a blow-job as a token of my feelings for you,
why should that offend you?"
"I'm not offended," Simon said at last. "I'm
frightened."
"Frightened?" Meg said. "What of?"
"Of how fast and how far this is going."
"Simon, if Aunt Carol were to ask you how you regarded
your sister, what would you say?"
"I'd say that I loved you of course," he said at once.
"So?"
"But not in a sexual way!!"
"Are you telling me now that you don't love me in a
sexual way then?"
"Yes ...I mean no ...wait, I mean ...God, I don't know
what I mean," he wailed.
"I'm going to make it really simple for you," Meg said.
"Do you love me as a sister?"
"You know I do."
"Do you like my body?"
"God, yes. It's fantastic."
"Are you sexually attracted to me?"
There was another pause before Simon answered. "Yes,"
he whispered.
"And I think that you're a real hunk too. You make me
hot just looking at you and, given the way we both feel
about each other, I see no reason to let a perfectly
good hard-on go to waste, do you?"
He didn't answer but when she bent over him, lifted his
dick and kissed the tip, he flopped back and closed his
eyes.
"I've never done this before, so you'd better tell me
if I do it wrong," she said.
He didn't reply so she kissed his dick again, then
licked down the underside of his shaft as far as his
balls and back up again. A shudder passed through his
body. Encouraged, she started planting little butterfly
kisses all over the head, happy to see his body jerk in
response. Tentatively, she opened her mouth and slid
her lips over the top of the hot flesh, licking it as
she did so. He groaned and she gradually introduced
more of his shaft into her mouth, sucking on it at the
same time. She knew the theory and slid back up him,
still sucking hard as she went. Taking a deep breath,
she slid back down him as far as she could manage. She
felt his tip of his dick nudge the back of her throat,
nearly gagged, not from revulsion but from reflex, and
she slid up off him quickly. She snatched another deep
breath and then plunged down on him again.
This time, as she came up for air, and licked the tip,
she tasted a saltiness on her tongue, and realised that
he was already leaking pre-cum. If he was that close,
she had better speed up a little. Up and down her head
bobbed, cheeks hollowed from sucking, tongue working
frantically and her chest heaving with the effort of
trying to get enough air into her lungs to avoid
choking on her substantial mouthful of his meat.
This time, she knew what to expect and, as she saw his
body begin to arch upwards, she was ready. Even so, she
was not prepared for the force with which the stream of
hot sperm hit the back of her throat and she coughed
violently before managing to swallow, and keep
swallowing as Simon spasmed violently, squirting his
seed into her open mouth for what seemed like minutes
but was actually only seconds. Finally, he was done,
and she sat back on her heels, a happy grin on her
face.
Simon's eyes were still closed but he had a look of
sheer bliss on his face which told her all she needed
to know. Slowly, his breathing steadied and his eyes
opened to see her watching him carefully.
"Isn't there anything at which you're not a natural,"
he said at last.
"I did it right, then," she asked.
"You did it right, Meg," he smiled. "Come here."
She shuffled forward, still kneeling, and he kissed her
full on the mouth and tasted some of his own saltiness
still on her tongue.
"Are you alright?" he asked anxiously.
"Never better," she grinned. "Horny as heck, but fine."
"Well, I suppose I could do something about that,"
Simon grinned.
"Not yet," Meg said seriously.
"Why 'not yet'?" he asked.
"Because you need to recover first," she said.
"My dick's out of commission for a short while but my
fingers and tongue are still fully functional."
"Maybe, but that's not what I have in mind," she said.
Simon drew back.
"What do you have in mind," he asked suspiciously, his
brow furrowed.
"I've decided that I want you to be the one to take my
virginity," she said bluntly.
"What?!!! No way, Megan!" he shouted. "No way. Are you
out of your mind? Do you know what you're saying? No,
it's not going to happen."
Megan waited for him to stop shouting. "Have you
finished yelling," she asked.
He remained sullenly silent.
"Good," she continued. "Now it's my turn. Do you think
I don't know how out of bounds all this is? I've
masturbated over you for three years and cursed myself
as an evil bitch for having lustful thoughts about my
own brother, someone more perverted than the old farts
who hang around our school trying to look at
schoolgirl's knickers, or Cynthia who wanted to get
into mine."
As he listened in silence, he saw tears forming in
Meg's eyes. He felt his heart pounding as she
continued.
"Neither of us caused this, but now it's happened and
it doesn't feel evil and ugly. It feels right and
beautiful. Oh, I know that we can never let anyone else
know about it but, at least while we are here, can't we
admit what we feel for each other? You said earlier
that men had to try a few girls before they knew what
they really wanted. I don't know if that is true for
girls too but I do know that I love you, both as a
brother and as a potential lover. I think you feel the
same way about me too and the one thing we each know is
that, as long as we both live, we will always be
brother and sister, so we will always be tied to each
other and there for each other ...always."
Once again, her simple logic defeated him.
"You know that I love you too," he said.
"Then please be my first. I'm not a tease like Paula.
I'm not going to turn you on and then pull the plug.
But, Simon, there are lots of male versions of Paula
out there, guys who will pretend to love a girl just so
that they can get into their pants. Once they've fucked
them, they're off looking for the next conquest. I
don't kid myself that I can tell yet which are which.
What if my first ended up being a man like that? But in
your case, I know that you love me and that you've been
doing everything in your mind that you can to avoid
having sex me. What's more, with you, I know that it
wouldn't be 'fucking'. It would be making love. You
said that you wanted to protect me, didn't you?"
He nodded.
"They say that your first love is the most important
one in your life. Well, for good or evil, Simon, that's
you and you have the power to protect me from making a
big mistake over who gets to pop my cherry. Are you
going to use it, or not?"
Simon stared at her. Who was she? Where was Meg, the
quiet, innocent fourteen year-old that he'd seen
playing the piano early that morning? In her place was
this siren temptress with the perfect body and what, he
had no doubt, was genuine love for him as a brother and
a man. What did he feel for her? Tenderness,
admiration, awe, and ...yes ...love. Ridiculous as it
was, he loved this child/woman to distraction and felt
fairly sure that he always would, even if they were
never lovers again after that day. With this, he set
his doubts aside and decided that, whatever the
subsequent cost, he was going to do as she asked.
Meg saw the frown lift from his forehead and she broke
into a broad smile.
"You've decided to do it, haven't you?" she laughed.
"Against my better judgement, yes," he said.
"Oh, Si, don't spoil it. You do want to do it, don't
you?"
"I'm sorry. You know that I do, but it's one hell of a
responsibility. I mean, what if you were to get
pregnant?"
"No fear of that. I'm on the pill."
"You're... how?...when?
"For over a year now. I was having painful periods and
mum took me to see Doctor Henshaw. She prescribed birth
control pills for me and I've had a much easier time of
it every month since then. Now, do you have any other
objections."
"Only that, well ...it's supposed to hurt the girl the
first time, and I don't want to hurt you."
"Well, I love you for worrying about it but that only
confirms how smart I was to pick you because most young
guys wouldn't care about it hurting the girl as long as
they got what they wanted."
Simon considered her comment and knew that she was
right again. He saw that she was frowning.
"What now," he asked.
"I was just thinking. My ribs are sore and so is your
ankle so supporting yourself on top of me may be a
problem for both of us. Can we do it in the reverse
missionary position?"
"Jesus, Megan," Simon spluttered. "Where does all this
come from?"
She just laughed at him.
"Anyway, it means that I will have control over that
first penetration, which according to you would be a
good thing," she added.
Simon groaned.
"You make it sound so clinical," he said. "Whatever
happened to passion and spontaneity?"
"I think they'd tend to vanish if both of us were in
pain. Look, Simon, this is going to be the first time
for both of us. I want it to be memorable for how
wonderful it was, not how uncomfortable it was. I'm
pretty sure that the passion and spontaneity will be
there because, now that we both know it's going to
happen, we don't need to rush at it. Right now, I think
I'd just like to lie in your arms for a while and have
a cuddle and perhaps another little doze."
Simon was slightly relieved by the temporary reprieve
and readily agreed. He put more logs on the fire. The
cave was now pleasantly warm and they settled down on
the pine needles with Meg cuddled in his arms. She soon
dozed off but Simon continued to divide his attention
between the fantastic dance of the shadows on the rocky
ceiling overhead and the angelic, nude form beside him.
He was still drinking her in an hour later when she
opened her eyes, saw him looking down at her and smiled
happily. He kissed her on the top of her head.
"Good sleep?" he asked.
"Lovely, thank you. Did you sleep too?"
"No," he said. "I was watching you."
Meg pushed herself up to a sitting position.
"So I see," she said drily, looking at his mid-section.
"That thing is amazing."
"So are you," he said.
She leaned over and kissed him.
"Thank you, Simon. You have no idea what you've done
for my self-esteem today. I'll always love you for that
alone."
She kissed him again, but this time she did not break
off the kiss. Somehow, both of them knew that this was
the time. The fire was well fuelled, the temperature
was pleasant and the mood was mellow.
As she kissed him, Megan allowed her hand to slide down
his chest and across his stomach. She enfolded her long
fingers in the curls of his pubic hair. She felt his
hand slide down her back and his middle finger began to
rub up and down the crack in her bum. She let her hand
slip lower to his rigid prick and softly ran a
fingernail up and down it, before gently cupping his
balls. His finger slid lower down the crack in her butt
until it encountered the perfect pink ring of her anus
where it hovered for a moment before seeking entry. For
the first time, Megan was unsure but she trusted Simon
completely and made no move to stop him.
His finger circled the hole for a few moments and then
she felt it enter her back passage, slowly, tentatively
but insistently. She felt her buttocks tighten at the
intrusion but then forced herself to relax. The finger
slid in a little further and pressed lightly. She felt
a sensation that was completely new to her but was not
unpleasant. She gently squeezed Simon's balls and then
shifted her hand to his shaft. It was still fully hard,
so she just held it. She didn't want him coming yet.
Their kisses grew more heated and Meg felt his finger
withdraw from her anus. His other hand went to her
breast and she sighed contentedly as she felt his
fingers close around it. This time, she knew, there was
no barrier of guilt in what they were doing. They were
both now fully committed to what was about to happen
and it made a difference. As Simon continued to fondle
her breast, she felt the heat in her starting to build.
Her nipple swelled, and Simon took it in his mouth and
sucked on it, gripping it in his teeth and pulling on
it until she was squealing with pleasure.
She pushed him onto his back and stood up, placed one
foot on either side of his body, facing him, and looked
down at him. He lay there, smiling rapturously up at
her.
"God, you are so beautiful," he said.
"You too," she answered, and slowly lowered herself to
sit on his thighs, inches from his rigid dick.
He stretched out his arms and now took both her breasts
in his hands. She arched her back and leaned forwards
to give him better access, tossing her long hair behind
her, then she inched forward until she could feel his
hot flesh touching her cleft. Very slowly, she moved
her body up and down, just a fraction, so that his hard
shaft rubbed lightly against her, then leaned a little
further forward so that it grazed her clit. In moments,
she felt the little button swelling and was aware that
she was getting wet. Her outer lips were opening and
she pressed a little harder against him, lifting
herself a little higher with each stroke. Now it was
not the shaft but the head of his penis which was
sliding up and down her slit and nudging her clit.
Both of them were breathing a little harder now. Meg
was aware that her juices were now flowing freely and
coating Simon's prick. As she slid down on him again,
she felt the head just catch her vagina, which was now
open to him. Rising again, she paused for just a moment
and reached down to take him in her hand. She carefully
positioned the head at her opening and lowered herself
cautiously onto it. She felt the tip enter her and the
flesh at her entrance stretch to receive it. She even
found a small part of her mind thinking "Oh, so that's
how that works" before she slid down him a fraction
more.
Immediately, she felt his prick come up against her
hymen and she paused. Simon felt the barrier too, and
held his breath. Meg pushed down again but the thin
membrane did not immediately yield and she felt a sharp
pain that made her close her eyes and wince a little.
Simon saw it, and her hesitation.
"Meg, you don't have to do this," he said, trying to
withdraw.
Meg's eyes flew open as she felt him trying to slip out
of her. She took a deep breath and pushed down as hard
as she could. There was a moment of exquisite pain as
his penis ripped through the flimsy veil and then
plunged full length into her. She remained motionless,
head down, eyes closed, impaled on him, savouring the
feeling of being filled completely by him until the
pain passed and just the fullness in her vagina
remained. Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw Simon
staring anxiously at her.
"You alright, Meg"" he asked.
She nodded.
"I'm fine. You were right. It hurt but it's passed
already and I'm so happy it's you inside me right now.
Please don't move for a moment. I want to enjoy this
and remember it for the rest of my life."
She sat still gazing down at him, an ecstatic smile on
her face. Simon, too, was in heaven. His prick was
throbbing and showing no sign of wilting. He reached up
and pulled her head down as he lifted his own to meet
hers. The kiss they shared was brief, but full of all
the tenderness of their mutual passion. As she sat back
up, Meg could feel Simon's erection pulsing against the
walls of her passage which gripped it like a vice.
Experimentally, she gyrated her body a little, causing
the base of his dick to stimulate her clit again. She
heard Simon grunt with pleasure. She continued moving
in a small circle and then slowly started lifting her
body a little and dropping back onto him again.
"Oh, yes, Meg," Simon sighed.
She tried raising herself a little further, loving the
feeling of him sliding inside her. She did not hurry,
wanting to prolong this pleasure as much as possible.
Simon, too, was trying to hold back and savour the
moment but it was not easy. The very idea that he was
no longer a virgin and that he was making love to his
very young, very beautiful sister was nearly enough to
make him climax immediately. Somehow, he suppressed his
excitement and allowed Meg to set the pace.
But Meg, too, was turning herself on with the knowledge
that something she had dreamed about for three years,
but had never really thought could happen, something,
she was sure was destined to remain a forbidden fantasy
all her life, was now a reality. Her brother was now
her lover. Her body began to lift still higher and soon
she was letting him almost slip completely out of her
before she plunged him deep back into her again. Now,
she moved faster and felt the warmth in her stomach
start to move down to her groin. Simon was grunting and
she heard herself moaning as the wave started to build.
She pounded up and down on him, driving him deeper and
deeper until he was plumbing the very limit of her.
"I'm coming, Meg. I'm coming," Simon shouted.
"Me too, Si," she screamed.
The climax hit them both at the same moment and they
flailed around in the throes of sensations that they
could never previously have imagined. Meg felt as
though her heart would burst as wave after wave of
pleasure swept through her and her body convulsed
around Simon's throbbing dick. He was shooting stream
after stream of hot sperm into her very depths as he
bucked up and down in time with her own spasms. Meg's
orgasm seemed as though it might last forever but,
finally, Simon shot his last jet of seed and their pace
slowly dwindled.
Exhausted, Meg finally came to rest lying on top of
him, his wilting penis still inside her, not wanting to
let him go, ever. He lay stroking her hair, now damp
with perspiration. Eventually, her weight on his middle
began causing his ankle to throb and he moved his
position, his dick slipping from her against her
immediate protest. He rolled her sideway and onto her
back, propping himself up on one elbow so that he could
gaze down at her. He saw a small trace of blood on her
thighs and reached for one of the water bottles.
Pouring some of the now tepid liquid onto her thigh, he
gently washed her clean. As he did so, she spread her
legs for him, no longer in the slightest shy but
relishing the feeling of displaying herself to him. So
many new sensations in such a short time!
For a little while, there seemed no need to talk. They
sat in comfortable silence, lost in the enormity and
wonder of what had just occurred between them. Finally,
Meg stood up and tossed some more wood onto the fire.
Simon sat watching her, thinking that he would never
tire of looking at her naked body and angelic face. She
came back and sat cross-legged on the end of the bed
facing him. He saw that she was on the edge of tears.
"What is it, Sis," he asked anxiously.
"Simon, what are we going to do?" she said plaintively.
"What do you mean?" he said.
"About us," she said. "We finally get to be know how we
feel about each other but what do we do after we get
out of here? They'll never let us be alone together
again if they find out, and I couldn't bear that."
Simon thought about what she had just said and felt a
lurch in his stomach, because he knew she was right.
There'd be hell to pay if it came out how they had
occupied their time in the cave. Then a calmness came
over him.
"First of all, Meg, there is no way that they're going
to find out unless one of us tells them, and neither of
us is likely to do that, are we?"
Meg shook her head.
"Of course not."
"So, we just have to be very careful. We both know that
our crashing over that cliff was not our fault so mum
and dad can't be mad at us, which means that they will
have no reason not to leave us at home together again
when they are away at the conventions and meetings.
Then there are the afternoons when neither of them get
home till after six ...which is most of them when you
think about it. And all the school holidays and Pro-D
days when we can get to spend time together. We'll find
ways, for sure."
He saw Meg brighten at once.
"You're right," she nodded. "I'm being stupid."
She wiped away the tears from her face. As with all
teens, her mood changed abruptly and she grinned.
"You'll have to develop a whole new interest in
classical music and I'll have to take up skiing," she
laughed.
Delighted that her gloom had lifted, Simon laughed with
her.
"I'm not so sure about that," he said. "With your
talent, you'd probably prove better than me on the
slopes. You seem able to do anything."
""Thank you, bro, but you're not too bad yourself at
some things!!" she smiled.
Suddenly, she stretched out her legs in front of her,
placing one foot on either side of his hips. Placing
her hands on the floor behind her, she leaned back and
flicked her hair behind her. Then she sat like that,
watching him, silent and smiling.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Nothing," she replied. "Just waiting."
"For what?" he asked, genuinely puzzled by yet another
change in her mood.
"You'll see ...I hope," she grinned.
Simon looked at her, her dark hair shining in the
firelight, the exquisite features of her face, her
mischievous smile, her head cocked slightly to one side
as she watched him. He saw her back arched, pushing her
divine breasts forward, with their pale areolae and
pink tips standing proud. He saw her spread legs
offering him a perfect view of her wondrous pussy that
had so recently welcomed him.
Almost at once, he felt a twitching at his groin and
his prick began to stir again. He saw her watching
intently as it jerked its way to half-mast and then
swelled to stick straight out from his body like a
ramrod. He heard Meg laugh in delight.
"Oh, Si. I don't think I'll ever get tired of watching
it do that."
"You're a witch, ...you know that don't you?" he said.
"You're the one with the magic wand," she giggled. "I'm
just happy that I have that effect on you."
"So, what now," he asked. "You did this. What are we
going to do with it."
"I was kind of thinking that was obvious," she said.
"You're an animal," Simon answered.
"Yes, I am," she laughed. "And that, dear brother, is
your fault. Besides, I have three years of fantasies to
catch up on. So, I was thinking..."
"That sounds ominous," he quipped.
Meg ignored him.
"I have shared so many firsts with you today, Si. First
man to see me naked, my first blow-job, my first real
orgasm, my first sex, not to mention the first time
that anyone has stuck a finger into my butt-hole."
Simon managed to look embarrassed.
"I'm sorry about that, sis, but it was just there and I
just sort of did it on the spur of the moment. I'm
sorry if it disgusted you."
"No, it wasn't that. It was just a shock because I
wasn't expecting it but I'm not ignorant. I know about
anal sex, at least in theory. One of the girls at
school even claims to have done it for real, and said
that she enjoyed it, so ...I was thinking..."
"Oh, no," Si interrupted her. "Don't even go there."
"Why not," she demanded.
"Because!", he said.
"Because you never want to try it?"
"I didn't say that," he blustered.
"You just don't want to try it with me," she persisted.
"Meg, stop trying to put words into my mouth."
"Why, then?"
"Because you're..."
His voice trailed off as he tried to think of why it
was he was rejecting the idea.
"Simon, if you say that it's because I'm only fourteen
and innocent one more time, I swear to god I'll slug
you in the mouth like I did Cynthia. You were prepared
to stick your finger in there and, after the initial
shock, I discovered that it was not the worst feeling
in the world. I know that, at some point in my life, if
I don't die an old maid, I'm going to have someone want
to try it and I've already told you, I want all my
first experiences to be with you. Besides which, I know
that if I don't like it, you'll stop. Someone else
might not, assuming that there ever is anyone else."
"Stop fishing for compliments," Simon admonished her.
"You know that you'll never lack for offers, though
I'll be as jealous as hell if you ever get yourself
another lover."
"Bless you for that," she smiled happily. "Now, you've
got me feeling horny again so get busy with that bad
boy and give me another one of those fantastic orgasms,
...please!!"
With that, she got to her knees, turned her back to him
and spread her legs, offering him a close-up view of
her pussy and anus, waiting patiently for him to enter
either or both.
Simon stared at the view and what she had said flashed
through his mind. In truth, he was intrigued by the
idea of trying anal sex, of which he had only read, but
with Megan? Mind you, he had always known that she had
a wild side but this? Should he? Shouldn't he? The
conflicting thoughts flashed around his brain but, soon
enough, the stimulating sight of the perfect pink ring
of her anus and the flood of hormones coursing through
his body made the decision an easy one.
"You have to tell me if it hurts and you want me to
stop," he told her.
"I will," she said eagerly. "Oh, Si, I do love you,"
she added.
He knelt behind her and she felt his dick slide between
her parted legs. He began to rub it backwards and
forwards along her slit and, at first, she was half
disappointed and half relieved that he was not taking
her by the rear passage. As before, the friction of his
knob against her clit was getting her wet and she
rocked gently back and forward in time with him. He
continued rubbing steadily until his prick was well
coated with her juices then, taking his stiff rod in
his hand, he pressed it against her anus.
Megan froze and her buttocks clenched tight in a
reflex. Now that it was about to happen, she wondered
if she had made a huge mistake. Simon's finger was one
thing but his prick was a lot bigger and she had no
idea how her small pink hole was going to be able to
accommodate it. She felt Simon stroking her back
gently.
"Just relax, sis. Let yourself just go all loose."
It took effort but slowly she let the tension subside.
She felt Simon now sliding his penis up and down the
crack in her backside until, as earlier, he allowed the
tip to press lightly against her ring. She immediately
tensed for a second but then made herself relax again.
Simon withdrew and then slid back to the opening again.
This time, Meg managed not to stiffen and Simon kept
the head of his prick at her opening. She felt him
place his hands on her hips and took a deep breath.
There was pressure but he did not enter her. Instead,
he went back to her pussy and lubricated himself again
before returning to her butt.
This time, the pressure was more persistent and she
felt her anus stretch to take him in a little way. She
swallowed hard because there was no doubt that this was
not going to be as easy as she thought. He slid back a
little and then worked a little more of his meat into
her. What she felt was not exactly pain, but nor was it
pleasure at this point. Still, she took another breath
and waited.
"You okay?" Simon asked.
"Uh-huh" she muttered.
"You sure, now," he demanded.
"I'm sure," she insisted.
He pushed again and she felt another inch of him slip
inside her. It hurt, but it was not agony. Now he was
sliding back a little and she knew another thrust was
coming. She gritted her teeth waiting for the push.
When it came, it was stronger than any before and she
guessed that he was at least half-way in. A little gasp
escaped her lips and Simon stopped immediately.
"I'm hurting you. I'll pull out."
He started to slip from her.
"No, Simon," she shouted. "It's alright. I'm fine.
Don't stop now."
Simon hesitated and then slid back to where he had been
when she had gasped. She waited, her eyes screwed
tightly shut, biting her lip. He pushed again and the
discomfort became pain but she did not allow herself to
cry out. Surely he must be all the way in her now. Even
as she thought it, he gave one more firm push and she
felt his balls slap against her gaping vagina. For a
moment, she thought that she had been split wide open
and it took her all her strength not to yell at him to
withdraw.
As if reading her mind, she felt him sliding out of her
and felt her tortured flesh relaxing, but then he was
pushing back in to her again, a little faster this
time. She almost stopped breathing as he slammed into
her before backing off. She felt her breasts juddering
with each thrust and was on the point of asking him to
stop when she noticed that the pain was not as severe
now as it had been only seconds before. In fact, she
felt a pleasurable throbbing starting up against her
pubic bone and was aware of an irresistible urge to
finger herself.
As Simon continued to ravage her arse, she began
furiously rubbing her clit and soon crossed the
threshold at which intense pain becomes intense
pleasure. Her orgasm, when Simon exploded into her, was
so violent that she all but passed out. Lights danced
in front of her eyes, her heart hammered, her breathing
was ragged and she couldn't get enough air into her
lungs. Her head dropped forward and rested on the
ground while her backside was stuck up in the air with
Simon spurting come all over it.
"Oh, my god, I'm going to die," she gasped.
Simon was panting like a bull, still stroking himself
like a maniac, trying to keep this electrifying
sensation going but his dick was slowly deflating and
he sank back on his haunches, exhausted but deliriously
happy.
"Jeez, Meg. Oh god, that was un-fucking-believable," he
panted. "Are you really okay?"
Megan took a moment or two to review the situation
before replying.
"I feel as though my butt has just passed a cucumber,
but I'm fine. No, I'm better than fine. Oh, Simon, if
we had to give each other up now, I really would die."
"No you wouldn't, Meg," Simon said. "It would be
thoroughly miserable, but we'd both live. However, if
we are careful, it won't come to that because there is
no way that I want to lose what we've had today. No
way."
He took her into his arms and they stayed huddled
together for a long time, swapping little kisses and
endearments. Finally they noticed that the fire was
dying down again.
"I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted," Simon
said.
"That's not surprising," Meg smiled. "You've been
working hard."
"Trust me. It was not work, it was sheer bliss," Simon
answered. "But I suspect that it's going to get really
cold soon so maybe we'd better get dressed ...just in
case the fire goes out overnight."
Megan pulled a face.
"I know," he said. "If I had my way, you'd never be
allowed to wear clothes, but we have to be sensible."
"I know," she said. "Anyway, you know that you can see
me naked any time you want to when we're alone ...as
long as I can have the same rights."
"You know it," Simon smiled.
And so, reluctantly, they gathered their clothes from
beside the fire and struggled back into them before
banking up the fire and settling down in each other's
arms to get some sleep.
When they woke, a soft light filled the mouth of the
cave. The fire was still smouldering and Simon soon had
it burning again. As Meg stirred, he went to the mouth
of the cave and stepped into the open air. It was still
cold but the wind had vanished and there was a
cloudless blue sky directly overhead. The sun was still
low so the valley was deep in shadow but the day held
promise of being crisp and sunny.
He hurried back into the cave to give Megan the good
news and they breakfasted on the remaining pack of
sandwiches and a bottle of water. The mood was
positively cheerful.
"Let's not get our hopes up that we will be found
immediately but I'm sure a search will begin today.
It's perfect weather for an aircraft. Just in case,
though, we should get some more wood in because it's
still going to be cold later."
It was Megan who first heard the noise. The sun had
risen halfway up the sky, lighting the valley floor,
and they were busy gathering wood some distance from
the cave entrance when she suddenly stopped and stood
stock still.
"What is it?" Simon asked.
"Listen!" she said.
He listened and, at first, heard nothing. Then, faintly
in the distance, he heard the steady whump, whump,
whump of rotor blades.
"That's the Search and Rescue chopper," he called
excitedly. 'Quickly, Meg, run and get one of the foil
blankets."
"What for?" she asked.
"Never mind, Just do it. I can't run with this ankle."
Megan dropped the wood she was carrying and ran for the
cave. Minutes later, she was back with a blanket
clasped to her. She passed it to Simon. By that time,
the chopper was considerably closer. Simon stretched
out the blanket and gave one end to Megan. Holding the
other, he stretched it taut, creating a three foot by
six foot foil sheet. He glanced up, gauging the
position of the sun. Three minutes later, the huge
double bladed, bright yellow S. & R. helicopter came
flying slowly up the valley, some five hundred feet
overhead. Frantically, Simon jiggled the foil, trying
to catch the sun and make it flash.
Up in the chopper, S.R.O. Tech Bill Mattheson was the
first to spot the flash of light from the ground.
"Hey, Cap," he said over the intercom. "Down there, on
the east ban, There's something flashing."
Captain Henrik Iversen put the big machine into a nose-
down hover as he scanned the area his S.R.O. had
pointed out. Sure enough, there was a steady flash from
the ground, too regular to be natural.
"That's them," said Mattheson, who now had a pair of
powerful binoculars trained on the waving figures.
"Okay, Cap. I'm going down."
He turned to his winch man. "They seem okay but I'll
want the basket in case."
It did not take long before, with the chopper now
hovering fifty feet above the east bank of the swollen
river, he was being winched down to the waiting couple
below. It took very little time to re-strap Simon's
ankle and, less than fifteen minutes later, he and Meg
were safely aboard and on their way back to Vancouver.
"How did you find us so quickly?" Simon shouted above
the noise of the engines.
"You've got yourself and your aunt to thank for that,"
Mattheson told him. "She raised the alarm as soon as
she realised that you hadn't returned from the
mountain. She told us, though, that you were an
incredibly disciplined skier who had no patience with
people who go out of bounds. She was especially sure
that you wouldn't do so if you had your sister with
because she says that you have always been very
protective of her."
Simon saw Meg looking at him with a broad grin on her
face. He looked away quickly.
"How did that help you find us?" he asked.
"Well," said Mattheson, you're not exactly unknown on
the slopes. It was lucky that you were up the mountain
so early and that there weren't many people around. One
of the ski instructors who knows you saw you skiing off
to the back area with Megan. It so happens that there
was one area of fencing that had been damaged in a
rescue the night before and hadn't yet been replaced
and that was right in the area to which you were seen
heading. It was a reasonable guess, therefore, that it
was the only place that you might have ventured. Not
knowing it was out of bounds, that could have got you
into trouble. The rest you know."
"Wow," said Simon. "That's fantastic. Thank you so
much."
"Yes," added Megan. "Thank you. You're wonderful."
"You're very welcome," Mattheson said. "We love happy
endings."
Back at the landing strip, Carol was waiting for them
and Simon was embarrassed to see that she had a
wheelchair waiting for him. As the engines were winding
down, he looked ruefully at Mattehson.
"She's going to kill me," he grinned.
"I think not," Mattheson laughed."Leave her to me."
There were a few moments before the sliding door could
be opened and Simon and Megan took the opportunity to
thank and shake the hands of the rescue team.
"Ready," Mattheson grinned.
Simon nodded. Mattheson slid open the choppers door and
helped Simon and Meg down to the ground as Carol
hurried towards them, pushing the chair. She swept Meg
into her arms and hugged her hard. Then it was Simon's
turn.
"God, Simon," she exclaimed, "you've taken ten years
off my life. I was sick with worry about what I was
going to tell your parents."
"I'm really sorry Aunt Carol," he began but Mattheson
cut in.
"Now then, Mrs. Barlow, before you go on at him, I
think you should know that you have every reason to be
extremely proud of this pair. They did nothing wrong
and everything right. There was no boundary fence where
they went off the trail so they had no way of knowing
they were heading out of bounds. Once they found
themselves in trouble, though, they did the right thing
all down the line. They made maximum use of what they
had, stayed right where they could be found and Meg
even improvised a dressing for Simon's ankle. They make
a great team and I'm sure they've grown very close
because of this unfortunate experience."
Simon had the greatest difficulty in keeping a straight
face at this last comment but he could see that Carol
was very impressed by Mattheson's spirited defence.
"Well, of course I knew that Simon would take good care
of Megan," she said earnestly.
"Oh, he did, Aunt Carol. Very good care," Megan chipped
in.
"Well, there you are then, " Carol smiled. "All's well
that ends well. Thank you for finding them so quickly.
I always be grateful to you. Come on you two, let's get
you home and fed. And then you can phone your mother!!"
Smiling and nodding to the rescue team, she wheeled the
chair around and starting pushing Simon briskly towards
her SUV, with Megan hurrying along at his side, holding
his hand.
**
Two days later, and trying not to seem too anxious,
they finally convinced Carol that they were ready to
return home. Simon still had his ankle tightly bound
but he could hobble around fairly well. Once through
the door, and with it firmly shut behind Aunt Carol,
who was still saying "you're sure you'll be alright
now" all the way back to her car, they were finally
able to exchange a passionate embrace. They were still
folded in each other's arms when the doorbell rang.
Hastily, they broke apart.
"God, what does she want now?" Simon muttered under his
breath, as he opened the door again. But it wasn't Aunt
Carol who stood there. It was a portly man, in his mid-
fifties who stood on the door step.
"Mr. Bradley? Simon Bradley?" he asked. "Course it is,
I recognize you from you picture."
He held out his hand.
"Michael Portison, Grouse Mountain Resort Management.
May I come in?"
Simon shook the proffered hand and stood aside to allow
Portison to enter. He saw Meg standing there.
"And you'll be Meg," he said, sticking out his hand
again.
They shook hands.
"We've only just got back, so would you mind if we
talked in the kitchen?" Simon asked.
"No, of course not," Portison said. "Lead the way."
Michael hobbled slowly down the hall, followed by Meg
and Portison.
"How's the ankle doing?" Portison asked.
"It's getting better," Simon said, leading the way into
the large, comfortable kitchen.
"Please sit down" Meg said politely, indicating a
kitchen chair.
Portison sat heavily.
"Would you care for a cup of coffee," she asked. "It
will be instant though."
"No thanks all the same. I won't be here long. How are
your ribs, by the way, Miss Bradley?"
"Call me Meg," she replied. "They're getting better
too, thank you."
"Good, that's good," Portison said.
"So, Mr. Portison. What can we do for you," Simon
asked.
"Well, Simon ...I can call you Simon?"
"Of course," Simon replied, and was puzzled to see that
Portison was sweating. Meg noticed it too and shook her
head minutely as if to say to Simon, "I don't
understand it either,"
"Well, it's like this, Mr. Bradley. We are very aware
that you are an athlete, a skier of national calibre,
and that your sister is still legally a minor. While I
cannot, in any way, admit liability for what occurred
to the two of you, it does not alter the fact that you
both suffered injuries, thankfully of a fairly minor
nature, because a boundary fence was not in place at
the time you were in the area."
He paused, looking for what to say next. Megan saw
instantly where this was going.
"You want to know if we are planning to sue you, don't
you.?" She said
"Well, yes. That is something that concerns us, even
though, as I say, we would deny negligence, merely
plead unusual circumstances, but, yes, we would like to
know where you stand."
Simon looked at Megan and she nodded.
"Okay, Mr. Portison," Simon said. "We've both been
examined by a doctor and our injuries are, as you say,
relatively slight. The fact remains though, we could
easily have been killed because of that missing fence."
Portison slumped back into his chair. His worst fear
was about to be realised.
"However," Simon continued, "we were extremely lucky to
land up as we did and the circumstances leading to our
accident were, as you said, extraordinary. The doctor
feels that we will both make a full recovery and, given
the speed and efficiency of the rescue, Megan and I
have convinced our parents that it would serve no
useful purpose to make a fuss about it so I think you
can take it that, as far as we are concerned, the
matter is closed."
Portison sat upright, beaming.
"That is most welcome news and extremely generous of
you. As I say, we should have been bound to mount a
defence but it would have gone very much against the
grain as far as I am concerned, so I thank you both,
and your parents, most sincerely for your civility."
"Is that it, then," Simon asked, "because we do have to
get unpacked."
"Well, there is one thing," Portison said, and this
time his smile was genuine and warm. "I had no idea how
this talk with you would go and, to be honest, I feared
the worst. A lawsuit against us, no matter which way
the verdict went, would have been extremely expensive
for us both in monetary terms and in bad publicity, so
I can tell you, quite frankly, that I appreciate your
decision more than you'll know."
"You're welcome," said Simon anxious to see him go, but
he still sat there.
"Like I said, I was not really anticipating your
generous response but I did hope against hope that you
might be persuaded. In the event, persuasion was not
needed and I'd like to express my gratitude, and that
of my Board, in more practical terms. We recognize
that, competing at the national and international level
in your sport can be extremely costly and usually
depends on being able to secure sponsorship. Grouse
Mountain Resort would like to become your official
sponsor for the next five years. We think that it is
the least we can do for you and, if you are as
successful as we think you will be, it will be great
publicity for us ...in other words, a win-win situation
all round. Of course. With that comes a free season
pass to the slopes for that entire period."
Simon was genuinely stunned. This was beyond his
wildest dreams and made so much possible for him.
"I don't know what to say, Mr. Portison," he finally
managed. "That's unbelievably generous of you."
"Well, maybe, but there is a certain amount of self-
interest in it too," Portison smiled but I believe
you'll do us proud.
He turned to Meg.
"As for you, Miss Bradley, the Mountain does not have
much that would be of direct benefit to a budding
concert pianist. However, my informant did tell me that
you seem to have excellent form for a novice so we will
be happy to offer you a season's pass for a similar
period, plus free coaching if you would like to avail
yourself of it."
Wow," said Megan "That would be great. Thank you"
"Just one other thing," Portison said. "Your Aunt did
mention that Lang-Lang was your favourite pianist. Is
that right?"
"Yes," said Meg, wondering what on earth that had to do
with anything.
"Well, I understand that he is appearing at the Royal
Albert Hall in London in July. We would like to fly you
and a companion to London for the concert and a chance
to meet him back-stage, that is, if you would be
interested."
Megan ran at him and flung her arms around him.
"Mr. Portison," she yelled. "You're a doll."
Then she ran and hugged her brother.
"Oh, Si," she gushed. "Now you'll really be able to
show them what you can do."
"Well, I'll leave you then. Most satisfactory. Most
satisfactory indeed."
They followed him to the door.
"I'll have the passes dropped off to you tomorrow,"
Portison said as he stepped outside.
Megan gave Simon's arm a knowing squeeze.
"No hurry," she called. "With our parents away, and
Simon's bad ankle, he's going to spend most of the next
few days in bed!!"
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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