Chapter 4

Day 2 – Monday:

A little description of the newcomers is needed.

Linda was slim still not filling out to proper womanhood; her pelvis was just starting to give her the hips that men watch, but she had a lilting walk that she was working on. Her waist was easy to see, even in ski wear, and she was proud of her bust which was already big enough that she occasionally stole (borrowed) her sister’s bras to feel sexy. Her face combined the childhood innocence with adult sexiness. She’d started puberty at eleven and was already a girl to look at in her primary school; now she was one of the girls that boys several years older (including her sister’s boyfriend, Luke, though she would never tell her) tried to chat up. She was wondering when she should have sex, a couple of boys had suggested it, in their charmless way when she gone to parties. She didn’t want to be last in her class, but she didn’t want any old fucker to break her cherry. She actually called it her cherry, she liked the allusion to a sweet, juicy fruit. There was a strong romantic streak in her.

Linda’s elder sister, Lucy, was not slim, she was robustly built. As already mentioned, her bust was the same size as her sister’s. Her bottom and hips had the womanly roundliness that Rupert had already noticed. She had darker brown hair than her sister; both had kept it long. She had rosy red lips that just begged to be kissed. Both of them had brown eyes, both thought them nothing special but they were wrong. Their eyes were like calves eyes; large, round and appealing. Hazel in colour, not almond; darker and deeper than almond. Lucy had ‘healthy’ skin; which meant that she had rosy cheeks which she reduced with makeup; unlike Linda, who added colour to a pale face. At first Linda had put on too much, her sister had helped her: ‘less is more’ she had explained.

“Rupert, a word. About Linda and Lucy.”

“Look, Abi, I really am sorry. I’ll triple bolt the door in future. I would never -”

“Rupert, shut up! She wasn’t upset, luckily. But you do owe me a favour.”

“If she wasn’t upset then all’s well that ends well?”

“Yes ... and no, because it hasn’t ended. Firstly, she would have joined you in the bath at the drop of a hat. I don’t know how, but she has the hots for you. Can’t see it myself.”

“Oh, haha. But she’s too young. She’s a year younger than Ami was. No, I couldn’t.”

“You pillock! I wasn’t asking about her! You did a favour for Mary and Amelie.” They both looked up, saying nothing.

Rupert: “You ... you...”

“You want him to bonk your Mum?” Mary asked. Amelie had thought faster and opted to say nothing.

“SEE! I knew it! I knew it. You did! I knew it! And you two put him up to it. Now that means ... how old is the baby?”

“Abi, this is more secret that the launch codes for a nuclear strike! We don’t think Rupe is the father. AND we don’t want to think it, okay?”

“I hope they keep those launch codes better than you keep things secret. A DNA test would settle it.”

“Which is why there won’t be one! There has never to be a question to need a DNA test. It -”

“Mary! I’m not going to spill any beans. Relax. After what our mothers know about us – and our dads don’t (or aren’t sure about) – I think a few secrets the other way are only fair. No. Anyway. I wasn’t thinking of my mum.”

“Melanie? But they seem so in love, he still kisses her in public!”

“Mary, if you shut up for one second. I think Abi will explain. I think I can guess.” Amelie interjected.

“Thank you Ami, if Mary tries to speak, put your hand over her mouth. Or jam Rupert’s pants in. As I was saying – Yes, Firstly Linda has the hots for you, but we have already established that she is too young; [Rupert nodded] good. Secondly, Lucy has boy problems. Her boyfriend wants to sleep with her. He isn’t a virgin, he doesn’t know she is. He is a typical boy – meaning he’s thoughtless and clumsy and stupid -”

“Thanks.” Rupert said, still wondering where this was going even though everybody else in the room had reached the end of this part of the story about three miles up the road.

“Shut up Rupe. I want you to show her what sex can be like. I know, I know, I’m pimping my cousin; but if Mary and Amelie can pimp their mother! Relax! You know I don’t mean it like that. I don’t want any details AT ALL, I’m sure it was for very good reasons.”

“It was.” Amelie said.

“Good, well so is this. Rupert, and I hate to say this to a big headed, arrogant prick; [Amelie looked at his groin and giggled] but you are God’s gift to women. You have a knack of doing what we like. And of making us do stuff we didn’t expect to like. And ... well anyway; I want you to spend the night with her. Will you?”

“What’s in it for me?” he asked.

“Besides getting a sixteen year old virgin? Isn’t that enough?”

“Mary and Ami sweetened the pill ... which reminds me, I haven’t claimed that have I?”

“Sorry Rupe, time limited offer, should have read the small print.” Amelie laughed at him.

“What? Oh look, Abi, if you can ask me, of course I’ll do it. I was only messing with you. Only, I can’t see how.”

“Leave that with me, it’s in hand. I’ve got this.”

Actually, she’d already started that particular ball rolling:

“So, you see? Friday we’ll be too busy, and Thursday we’ll all want to go out. So if you want any time off it has to be Wednesday. I ... well I think the girls would enjoy a Pizza night with us too. The apartment is big enough.” Abigail was working on Melanie; as usual the route to success was via the mother.

“Well, I must say, I’m grateful. It’s very kind of you to think of; well of us. You know, dear.” The problem with skiing apartments with ‘two bedrooms’ was that one was in the corridor and the other was in the sitting room and the separator was a curtain. It might cut the view, it didn’t cut the sound. Keith and Melanie had tried to be quiet, but Melanie had still let out a little squick as she came. She said she couldn’t do it again when the girls were able to hear. Poor old Keith hadn’t even got that far. After Melanie made a noise, she said “We had better stop.” and had rolled over and slapped his hand when he stroked her bottom. So Abi was slightly pushing at an open door.

The girls were okay with their parents still having sex, in theory. They were quite mature like that, all the other young people didn’t want to think about their parents doing ‘it’. Well, Lucy and Linda didn’t want to actually think about it, they just accepted that it would happen. “I mean supposing they do it reverse, you know from behind.” Rupert said.

“Rupert, I’ve said it again, and I’ll say it again. SHUT UP!”

So Melanie was willing to get the girls out of the flat for a night. Luckily, the girls didn’t know the details of what their parents got up to.

“Let me talk to Keith, see what he says.” That was as good as a yes. Keith would be told that they would have a whole night. They hadn’t brought the ‘inhaler’ so all the stimulation would be human. That invited all sorts of imagination.

...

They went off for classes and Rupert spent the morning wondering how Abigail was going to arrange it. He hadn’t realised that ‘all in hand’, as Abi had said meant ‘job’s done’. An afternoon, he could see, but a night. In fact, the afternoon, that very afternoon, he had been told at lunchtime that he was dropping out of the tour around the snow bowl. “Amelie wants to discuss something with you back at the apartment.”

Amelie smiled at him and he said that she’d have trouble if her mouth was full. She scowled then and said “Same goes for you, mister. You’d better be good. I can’t help it, I need ... something. I mean a girl can’t do everything on her own.”

“Amelie! It always amazes me how the daughter of a good Catholic family can be so openly crude.” Abigail said. Rupert was actually thinking the same thing. “When I first met you two I thought you would probably be virgins when you married some Irish farmer at thirty five and have eighteen kids each.”

“I blame the English for leading us astray down the path of degredation and sin. And very much fun it has been. Rupert, you may be breaking off skiing early tomorrow too.” Mary said.

Rupert: “Couldn’t we just use the proper bedroom for -”

“No! I’m not listening to grunts and groans every night. Especially if I’m not doing the grunting and groaning.” Mary said. Ami and Abi nodded. That was settled. He wasn’t objecting too much.

So, at two thirty, Rupert and Amelie slid off La Coll lift and turned left down the long blue back to their ugly apartment building while Abi and Mary waved and went right down to a tow that went up to the ridge. Rupert had a momentary regret, but then realised he was being offered two hours of unbridled, unrestricted, unforgettable sex. Unforgettable because they didn’t do this too often, it just happened every now and then that opportunities arose. There had been times when it was just two of them (Rupe and Abi at the interviews where they had stayed overnight; Rupe and Mary when Ami was away and her parents went to see Les Miserables in London; Rupe and Mary again after the party ... more rarely Rupert and Ami, he realised. Yes, this was fair), but most of the time they remained a group if they could. Share and share alike was the choice.