Chapter 2

During the course of the Spring months at the Stevensons new home near Northolt, Tom and his lads finally got the swimming pool finished, in between other jobs. It wasn’t, however, until the beginning of the summer holidays that he thought it was worth painting it and filling it with water.

‘What are we going to do today?’ asked Natasha as she and her brother met in their bathroom one morning just after term ended.

‘Daddy was saying last night that if it was nice today we could put the first coat of paint on the pool.’

‘OK, so what is the weather like?’

Andrew looked out of the bathroom window.

‘I think it’s going to be a scorcher,’ he decided.

A scorcher it was and shortly after breakfast Jackie and the two youngsters set to work on the pool.

‘Phew it’s hot!’ gasped Natasha after a while, ‘I think perhaps I’ll start work on my all-over tan.’

Skipping up the steps she quickly shed her jeans, pants and tee shirt. Andrew, who was painting the top edge of the pool surround, was highly amused. He put down his brush.

‘I must go and get the camera,’ he laughed and made for the house.

When he returned he found both Natasha and their mother stark naked, painting the wall at the deep end of the pool.

‘Take one from the shallow end, back-view only,’ instructed Jackie, ‘Then we can put it in the house album.’

‘OK,’ he agreed, ‘Can you sort of look over your shoulders and smile?’

The girls did as they were asked and Andrew took a photograph.

‘I hope it comes out,’ he said, ‘You look priceless. I really like your hat, Mummy and Natasha’s socks and tennis shoes.’

‘You don’t think we’re good material for ‘Playboy’ then?’ laughed his mother.

‘Take off the hat and the socks and shoes and turn round and I’m sure you are,’ chuckled her son, ‘You look like sisters by the way.’

‘My darling son!’ exclaimed Jackie, ‘Sometimes you say the nicest things.’

‘Just telling the truth,’ he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

‘He’s the most dreadful flatterer,’ giggled Natasha and her mother took a swipe at her with her paint brush.

‘Less of that young lady,’ she admonished, ‘Otherwise you’ll end up a very strange colour.’

After putting the camera away Andrew returned to his job, shedding his clothes too before he took up his paint brush once again.

‘It’s quite fun working starkers,’ he laughed.

‘Some jobs are OK,’ agreed Jackie, ‘I wouldn’t fancy cutting down thistles like this though.’

‘Or dealing with stinging nettles,’ added Natasha.

‘Wow,’ gasped Andrew, clapping his hands over his crotch, ‘What a simply awful thought.’

A week after the second coat had been applied, Tom announced that the pool was ready and the tap was turned on to fill it with water. The twins were very excited and rushed out at regular intervals to watch the level slowly rising. In just under two days it was full and the filtration equipment was turned on to begin the job of removing the fine particles of dust which were held in suspension and which gave the water a muddy hue. As soon as it cleared, Tom and his son set to work with the vacuum cleaner, to suck up every last bit of dirt off the bottom, before adding the initial dose of chemicals. Once the correct balance was achieved Tom turned on the heater to get the water up to a comfortable temperature.

‘So when will we actually be able to swim in it?’ asked Natasha plaintively, for to her the preparations seemed to be taking an awfully long time.

‘Well, you could get into it tomorrow, but I reckon that it’ll still be a bit on the chilly side,’ replied her father.

Exactly twenty-four hours later, Natasha and Andrew stood on the side at the deep end, joined hands and hurled themselves in.

‘It’s fantastic,’ cried Natasha as she surfaced, ‘Come on in you two, it isn’t really cold at all.’

‘Can we ask Toby over to stay now?’ asked Andrew.

‘Of course,’ agreed Jackie, ‘I’ll ‘phone his mother tomorrow.’

‘Phew, thanks.’ gasped Toby thankfully as his handsome blonde friend took over his bicycle which he had been pushing up Northolt Lane from the main road.

‘You look rather hot,’ observed Andrew who was dressed only in a pair of red shorts and had flip-flops on his feet.

‘I’m absolutely boiling. Isn’t it a smashing day?’

‘It’s lovely. It took you a bit longer to get here than I thought it would. I’ve been waiting under the trees by the gate for almost half an hour. That’s why I decided to walk down and see where you’d got to.’

‘It’s more uphill than I’d imagined. Some of it was pretty hard going to be honest.’

The taller skinnier boy unbuttoned his pale blue shirt and took it off. Rolling it into a ball, he pushed back the lick of dark brown hair from his forehead and used it to mop at the sheen of perspiration that was threatening to trickle into his eyes.

You look as if you could use a glass of something cold,’ laughed Andrew as he leaned the bicycle against the wall in the garage and began to untie the bag which was fastened onto the small rack behind the saddle.

‘I certainly could.’

The boys went through into the kitchen and Andrew took a jug of something out of the ‘fridge.

‘Natasha’s home-made lemonade,’ he announced, ‘It’s very good actually.’

Taking a couple of tumblers from the wall cupboard he set them down on the breakfast bar and filled them to the brim. Toby picked one up and took a deep draught.

‘Oh, that’s great,’ he said, smacking his lips appreciatively, holding out his glass for a top-up. He looked around him, ‘This house is absolutely super you know.’

‘It is, isn’t it? We love it here.’

‘I’ll bet. Where’s Natasha?’

‘She was out by the pool last time I saw her. I’m not sure where Mummy is though. Come on slowcoach, finish your drink and we’ll dump your stuff in my room and go for a swim.’

‘OK,’ agreed Toby draining his tumbler, ‘We’ll just rinse these out first though shall we?’

‘You’ll be getting me a bad name again,’ grumbled Andrew as his friend washed out the glasses and set them neatly in the rack to dry.

Passing through the open-plan lounge, they made their way along the corridor which led to Andrew and Natasha’s rooms. Opening the door Andrew entered first and threw Toby’s overnight bag carelessly onto the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed Toby took off his sneakers and socks and after removing his shorts and pants he turned to the bag beside him, unzipped it and began to rummage around inside.

‘You needn’t bother unpacking now,’ said Andrew, ‘Leave it ‘til later.’

‘Yes, all right. I’m looking for my swimming trunks, that’s all.’

‘Oh you won’t need those,’ responded Andrew casually, taking off his own shorts and pants.

‘What?’ Toby looked somewhat aghast.

‘I said you won’t need those,’ repeated Andrew with a grin, ‘We don’t bother wearing costumes. The pool’s so private that there’s no point.’

‘But...,’ protested Toby.

‘It’s much nicer going without anyway,’ Andrew cut off his friend’s argument, ‘When you get out of the water you haven’t got that awful band of soggy material clinging round your bottom.’

‘That’s all very well,’ responded Toby, obviously unimpressed, ‘But if I have to go naked in front of Natasha you know exactly what’ll happen to me.’

‘Oh nonsense,’ chuckled Andrew, ‘Anyway, what if it does? Natty won’t mind. She’s seen you like it before, after all.’

Toby blushed deeply at the embarrassing memory of being caught by her during a naked early morning trip to the bathroom, after a sleepover, when he was thirteen years old.

‘Oh hell,’ he muttered unhappily, looking around him as if for a means of escape.

‘Here,’ Andrew proffered him a towel, ‘Wrap this round you ‘til you get into the water. Once you’re in nobody will be able to see you one way or the other.’

Slinging his own towel casually over his shoulder he made towards the door, followed reluctantly by Toby, who wrapped his towel firmly round his midriff as he went. Going across the courtyard they went through to the pool and Toby was appalled to see not only Natasha but also her mother, both of them lying out on sun loungers soaking up the rays of the midday sun. Hearing the door open, Jackie looked round and getting to her feet she walked gracefully towards Toby, holding out her arms in welcome.

‘Hello, hello,’ she cried, kissing him warmly on both cheeks, ‘How absolutely lovely to see you here at last. Did you get on OK cycling over?’

‘Er ... yes, fine thank you, Jackie,’ he replied, trying desperately to look only at her face and to ignore the fact that she was completely naked, ‘It was hot work though.’

‘I bet it was,’ said Natasha, joining the group, ‘I’m baked just lying here doing nothing.’

Toby drank in the sight of the naked mother and daughter standing side by side. One was simply a slightly smaller version of the other and both were breathtakingly beautiful. Despite Andrew’s earlier words of reassurance he could feel a warm sensation spreading through his groin.

‘I think I could do with a swim,’ he said hastily.

‘What a good idea,’ agreed Andrew, who was highly amused by the slight bulge that he could see forming beneath the front of his friend’s towel.

Without further ado, Toby turned his back on the girls and dropping his towel onto the patio he jumped into the pool.

‘I think he’s a bit shy,’ explained Andrew with a wink.

Natasha laughed and her mother smiled sympathetically.

‘He’ll be all right in a while I expect,’ she said.

‘The cool water’ll help,’ chuckled her son, walking to the deep end and diving in.

The four of them swam, dived, laughed and generally horsed around and Toby could not remember having enjoyed himself so much in ages. His admiration for Jackie Stevenson continued to grow as she joined in the fun with gusto and seemed to be having quite as much as the youngsters.

‘Goodness,’ she cried at last, climbing out of the water and reaching for her towel, ‘You’ve all absolutely exhausted me.’

‘Oh Mummy,’ laughed her daughter, ‘It must be because you aren’t very fit.’

‘A few more days like this and she will be,’ observed Andrew, hurling the beach ball at Toby, who had to jump into the air to catch it.

Natasha climbed up the ladder at the deep end of the pool and left a trail of wet footprints over to the sun loungers. After wringing the water out of her pony tail she shook herself like a dog and lay out in the sun to dry.

‘Are you sure you’re warm enough like that Natty?’ asked her mother.

‘Yes thanks. It feels even hotter than when we got into the water. What time is it?’

Jackie looked at Andrew’s watch which was lying on the table beside her sun lounger.

‘Heavens, it’s almost lunchtime. I think I can have about fifteen minutes in the sun and then I must go and get us something to eat.’

Lying down beside her daughter she relaxed and closed her eyes.

Tiring of their game, the boys got out of the pool and sat on the edge with their feet dangling in the water.

‘Having a good time?’ asked Andrew.

‘Just fantastic,’ answered Toby enthusiastically, ‘I think the pool is absolutely marvellous.’

He looked around at the limpid blue pool. Surrounded by a patio of warm coloured stone tiles, it was set within high Cotswold stone walls which gave a most attractive secure sort of feeling to the entire area.

‘You seem to be getting on OK without your trunks,’ observed Andrew.

‘So I am,’ agreed Toby in surprise, ‘Do you know, I hadn’t given it a thought since I got into the water.’

‘See, I told you so,’ said Andrew smugly.

‘It was a close thing at first,’ whispered Toby confidentially.

‘Yes, I did notice,’ chuckled his friend.

‘Oh Lord, did Natasha or Jackie, do you think?’ asked Toby, looking somewhat embarrassed.

‘No, I don’t think so,’ was the reassuring answer.

Toby looked over at the reclining females.

‘My, don’t they look lovely with nothing on?’

‘Careful,’ admonished Andrew, ‘You know what’ll happen if you start thinking naughty thoughts.’

‘I’m not thinking naughty thoughts, actually,’ responded Toby, ‘I was just thinking how right they look. Sort of natural, if you know what I mean.’

Andrew studied his mother and sister.

‘Yes, I think I do. Actually, I’ve decided that girls look sexier in a bikini. It’s what you can’t see that makes you curious!’

He leered at Toby and dug him in the ribs. They both roared with laughter.

‘What’s funny?’ asked Jackie, sitting up and looking over at them.

‘Toby was just saying that he thinks that naked girls don’t look as sexy as girls wearing itsy-bitsy bikinis,’ explained her son.

‘No I didn’t,’ denied Toby hotly, ‘You said that.’

‘So I did,’ laughed Andrew.

‘I said that I thought you and Natasha looked lovely, just really natural,’ said Toby shyly.

‘How sweet of you,’ responded Jackie, rising from the lounger and coming over to sit beside the boys, ‘Andrew’s right about girls wearing something being more appealing though. It’s mystery that gives us sex-appeal you know.’

‘Hey,’ called Natasha, raising herself up on her elbows, ‘Did you say something about lunch?’

‘All right, gannet,’ sighed her mother wearily, rising to her feet, ‘I’ll go and see what I can rustle up. Where shall we eat?’

‘Can we have a picnic by the pool?’ asked Andrew.

‘Yes, but I think it would be a good idea to move the table and chairs into the shade. Come on, lazy-bones, come and help me in the kitchen while the boys get things ready out here.’

Natasha got up languidly and followed her mother towards the house.

‘Gosh,’ said Toby, watching their retreating naked bottoms approvingly, ‘You know, summers with the Stevensons just get better and better.’

‘It gets even better tomorrow,’ chuckled Andrew, ‘Emma Knight’s coming over to stay.’

‘Wow,’ breathed Toby, ‘How smashing. I like Emma a lot.’

‘So do I,’ said Andrew, ‘Hands off.’

Toby laughed, for he was well aware of his friend’s predilection for the gorgeous Emma.

‘She’s got much bigger knockers than Mummy and Natasha,’ said Andrew making crude motions in the air with both hands, ‘I bet she’ll be worth seeing in her birthday suit.’

‘You are coarse,’ sniffed Toby disapprovingly, then: ‘Cor, I can hardly wait,’

This made Andrew roar with laughter and still chuckling the two boys rearranged the patio furniture before going inside to see how lunch was progressing.

The remainder of the day passed swiftly by, spent alternately swimming, playing and lounging around the pool. Late in the evening, as the outside temperature was still very pleasant, Tom turned on the pool floodlight and all of them went for a “midnight dip”.

‘What a fabulous day,’ sighed Toby contentedly as he, Andrew and Natasha made their way to bed.

‘It has been fun, hasn’t it,’ agreed his friend.

‘I’m really into this birthday suit lark you know,’ observed Toby, whose self-confidence had grown as the day progressed, ‘Apart from feeling super, swimming with nothing on, it’s so easy when you come out of the water, for all you have to do is get dry.’

‘No messing about with changing,’ agreed Andrew.

The youngsters were all still naked after their last swim, for Jackie had taken their towels to dry them in the laundry room.

‘And best of all,’ said Toby, reaching out daringly and patting Natasha’s bare bottom, ‘Is seeing Natty in the nude. Lovely.’

She turned and gave him a warm smile, evidently flattered by the compliment.

‘Do you want to shower first or second?’ asked Andrew as the boys went into his bedroom together.

‘You go first,’ replied Toby, ‘I guess I’d better unpack my stuff.’

‘Righto. I shan’t be long. I’ll give you a call when I get out.’

In fact Toby had already unpacked his few belongings and had reached the bathroom before Andrew finished showering, Setting his sponge bag down beside the basins, he stood chatting to Natasha as she lay luxuriating in her bath.

‘OK, I’m done,’ announced Andrew, coming out of the shower cubicle and reaching for his towel.

Toby took his place and yelped as he turned on the water.

‘Sorry, I should have warned you about that,’ called Andrew.

‘Coo, I wish you had.’

When he finished drying himself, Andrew went to brush his teeth and seeing Toby’s bag sitting beside his basin he decided to put the contents away in the bathroom cabinet concealed behind the vanitory mirror. He was part way through taking out the contents when he came across an unfamiliar packet.

‘What’s Durex?’ he asked, looking at the slim paper folder with interest.

Toby, still beneath the shower, did not hear the question, but Natasha did.

‘It’s a type of contraceptive,’ she said, ‘You know, birth control.’

‘Is it? How do you know that?’

‘Mummy and I had a chat about it at Easter time. Sorry. I was going to tell you about it but I must have forgotten.’

‘Birth control,’ repeated Andrew, turning the folder over in his hand, ‘How interesting. Toby,’ he said in a louder voice, ‘Where did you get the Durex from?’

The shower stopped abruptly.

‘Hey, what are you doing in my sponge bag?’ complained Toby in reply.

‘Sorry.’ said Andrew contritely, ‘I was putting your stuff away in the cabinet for you.’

‘That’s all right,’ replied Toby, ‘They’re for you anyway.’

He turned the shower back on again.

‘Where did you get hold of them?’ shouted Andrew over the noise of the water.

‘Hang on,’ responded Toby, ‘I can’t really hear you. Wait ‘til I finish my shower.’

A short while later the water stopped again.

‘Umm ... is Natasha still there?’ came Toby’s voice from within the cubicle.

‘Yes, I’m here,’ said Natasha.

‘Then would you mind closing your eyes while I come out?’ asked Toby.

Andrew and Natasha exchanged a knowing glance and both laughed.

‘Why do you want me to do that Toby?’ she asked innocently.

There was silence from within the cubicle.

‘You can come out, Toby,’ said Natasha, ‘Andrew’s is sticking up too.’

As the implications of what he held in his hand had sunk in, Andrew’s penis had become firmly erect.

‘Oh,’ there was a pause and the shower door slid back slightly, Toby’s head appeared round it, ‘I feel very embarrassed,’ he said sheepishly.

‘Here you are,’ said Natasha, who had got out of the bath.

She took a spare towel from the rail and passed it through the gap in the screen. Toby took it from her hand gratefully and wrapped it around himself before emerging.

‘I asked you where you got these from,’ said Andrew, waving the packet of contraceptives at him.

‘It was a real fluke,’ answered Toby, trying to pat himself dry without removing his towel. ‘On the way back from visiting Uncle Peter and Auntie Jane last weekend we had to stop at a filling station for some petrol. I needed a pee, so I went to the toilet and there was a machine. Luckily I had the right money in my pocket, so I bought a couple of packets just for the hell of it.’

‘How did you know what they were?’ asked Andrew, ‘I hadn’t a clue until Natty told me just now.’

‘Martin showed me one last term. His older brother got hold of it from somewhere or other.’ He looked at Natasha with interest, ‘How come you know about them Natty?’

‘I had a very interesting talk with Mummy last Easter.’

‘Oh, I see. I love talks like that with your Mum!’

‘Did you say you bought two packets?’ asked Andrew.

‘That’s right.’

‘And this one’s really for me.’

‘Uh huh.’

Opening the paper packet, Andrew removed one of the foil wrapped condoms and inspected it carefully.

‘Have you opened one?’ he asked.

‘Oh yes.’

‘What’s inside?’

‘It’s sort of like a little balloon,’ replied Toby, ‘But it’s made of very thin rubber and it’s covered in some sort of slippery stuff.’

‘What do you do with it exactly?’ asked Andrew.

‘Well, it’s rolled up, so what you do is to put it at the tip of your peen and unroll it. When your sperm shoots out it catches it. That’s how it stops a girl from getting pregnant you see.’

‘It’s quite simple isn’t it.’

‘Very,’ agreed Toby.

‘Daddy calls them Wellington boots,’ volunteered Natasha.

‘Does he? Why?’ asked Andrew.

‘Mummy told me that he says they dull the sensations he gets.’

‘Does Daddy use them?’

‘He used to I think, but of course Mummy’s on the pill.’

‘Oh, yes of course she is,’ nodded Andrew.

‘Have you tried one on Toby?’ asked Natasha.

‘Er ... yes, I have as a matter of fact.’

‘What does it feel like?’ enquired Andrew.

‘Very sexy actually.’ admitted Toby and blushed slightly.

‘Did you make yourself come while you had it on by any chance?’

Toby looked at Natasha and his colour deepened. The twins were both most amused by his evident discomfort.

‘Oh Andrew, you are so mean asking him something like that in front of me,’ said Natasha.

‘Nonsense,’ contradicted her brother. ‘You know that both Toby and I like to make ourselves come. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, for heaven’s sake.’

‘Well ... yes, I did come actually,’ admitted Toby.

‘Was it good?’ asked Andrew.

‘Very good indeed. Neat too. They’re super for doing it in bed at night.’

‘Have you used more than one then?’

‘Two so far,’ replied Toby, ‘I ruined the first one by trying to use baby oil on it. They don’t mix. It sort of melted. What I have found out is that I can rinse them out and use them more than once. They’re a bit difficult to roll back up, but if you put talc on them they work pretty well actually.’

‘I’ve simply got to try one on,’ said Andrew and ripping open the foil on the condom, which he was still holding in his hand, he removed the slippery contents. ‘Oh, what a strange thing,’ he inspected it closely, obviously most intrigued.

‘Hold it by the little teat at the end,’ said Toby helpfully, ‘That’s it. Now place it at the head of your peen. Oh, hang on, you have to pull back your foreskin first.’

Andrew did as he was told and looked at his friend quizzically.

‘Hold it in place at the head of your peen with your left hand and then unroll it right to the bottom with your right one,’ instructed the expert.

‘Isn’t it funny?’ said Natasha, who had been observing her brother with interest.

‘Yes, it’s rather odd,’ agreed Toby.

‘Here Toby. Put one on too,’ said Andrew, offering him the packet.

‘Oh ... gosh ... no ... thanks all the same,’ mumbled his embarrassed friend, looking at Natasha in horror.

‘Oh go on.’ said Andrew encouragingly. ‘You won’t mind if he does, will you Natty?’

Natasha giggled and shook her head.

All at once Andrew lunged for Toby’s towel and pulled it from around his waist.

‘Oh I say,’ gasped Toby, standing stark naked before the twins, his penis jutting up rigidly.

‘You’ve got a lot bigger since the last time I saw you like that Toby,’ ventured Natasha with a grin.

‘Have I?’ asked the young man, losing some of his embarrassment at the implicit compliment.

‘Definitely,’ nodded Natasha, ‘You know, I love to see a peen when it’s hard. It looks so much more ... exciting. Yes, that’s it ... exciting, dangerous and sexy all at the same time.’

‘Wow,’ breathed Toby.

Taking the contraceptive packet from her brother, Natasha took out a condom and unwrapped it. Holding the sheath at the tip of Toby’s erection she casually unrolled it down the shaft as if she had been doing it for years. At the contact of her hands through the thin rubber, he gave a gasp and realised that he was going to climax almost immediately. A look of ecstasy passed across his face and his penis twitched violently. Andrew recognised his reaction immediately.

‘Quickly Natasha,’ he said, ‘Rub him. He’s just about to come.’

Natasha knelt down in front of Toby and encircled his penis with both hands.

‘Fuck my hands Toby,’ she urged, looking up at him, her mouth pouting sexily, her eyes sparkling.

He gave a whimper and began to thrust frantically, his penis sliding back and forth in her hands.

‘Oh, Natasha ... aah ... aah ... aah ... aaaaah!’ he moaned as he experienced a most delicious orgasm.

As he watched, Andrew rubbed his penis vigorously through its feather-light covering. As soon as he saw Toby’s spasms ebbing away he called out:

‘I’m almost there as well. Finish me Natty. Finish me too!’

She took over from him and he stood, hands on hips, looking down at her and thrusting steadily into her hands. From the blissful expression on his face, Toby could see that he was not far from his release.

‘Go on Andrew, fuck harder,’ encouraged Toby, ‘It’s gorgeous!’

Andrew did as he was told, thrusting wildly and gasping with pleasure.

‘Oh Wow,’ he gasped, ‘That’s it, I’m coming!’

Soon it was over and Andrew kissed his sister on the forehead.

‘Was it good?’ she asked.

‘It was beautiful,’ he replied.

‘So was mine,’ added Toby. ‘Thank you so much Natty.’

He slipped the contraceptive off his softening penis and gestured to Andrew to do the same. They went over to the basins to rinse them out and it was not until they had dried them that they realised that Natasha had left the room. Their attention was drawn to the fact by a high squeal from the direction of her bedroom.

‘What in the hell was that?’ asked Toby, starting violently.

‘Oh nothing, just Natty making herself come,’ chuckled Andrew, recognising the familiar sound immediately.

‘Oh ... my ... God,’ gasped Toby.

‘She usually has more than one climax. Here, follow me, but don’t make a sound.’

The two boys crept over to Natasha’s door, which she had not closed completely. Pushing it gently Andrew managed to make it open sufficiently to allow them to see the mirror at the far end of the room. In it was reflected Natasha, lying out on her bed with her hand still busy between her legs, as Andrew had predicted. Toby’s eyes widened with delight as he watched the delicious sight and a short while later Natasha’s bottom rose convulsively off the bed as she had a second orgasm. On she went to a third and then a forth, by which time Andrew and Toby had regained their erections and were rubbing each other gently in time with her movements.

After yet another climax, Natasha was apparently satisfied for she stopped caressing herself and stretched out sensuously, rubbing her hands up and down her body. Then, all at once, she leapt cat-like off her bed and flung the door open all in one fluid movement. The boys froze, each with the other’s penis in his hand.

‘Ahah! Caught you red-handed you ratbags,’ cried the girl.

‘Holy shit!’ gasped her brother, jumping like a startled faun.

He and Toby let go of each other and looked so shocked and guilty that Natasha began to laugh and collapsed, giggling, onto her bed.

‘Oh my goodness,’ she groaned at last, holding her aching sides, ‘If you could only have seen your faces. You looked so funny. Oh, dear me.’

She continued to giggle helplessly, wiping the tears of laughter from her face as they trickled down her cheeks.

‘That was a very sneaky thing to do, spying on me like that,’ she scolded as she pulled herself together.

‘Sorry Natty,’ mumbled Toby.

‘Well,’ retorted Andrew defensively, ‘You’d have never let Toby watch if we’d asked you. You’re such a spoilsport.’

‘I might have done,’ said Natasha, smiling sweetly, ‘You should have asked.’

‘Huh,’ snorted her brother, obviously unconvinced.

‘I’m sorry I made your erections go away,’ apologised his sister, because the shock of being caught peeping had been sufficient to quell both boys’ ardour.

‘I’ll make them come back shall I?’

Rolling onto her back she began to caress her body sensuously, her hands creeping slowly but surely towards her crotch. Toby and Andrew watched her with bated breath. Parting the lips of her sex with her left hand, the pretty blonde teenager plunged the first two fingers of her right hand deep inside her. Closing her eyes she gave a sigh of contentment and drawing them back out again she spread the wet sticky liquid that they were covered with over the swollen lips of her vulva. Opening her eyes again she looked at the boys. Both of them bore flaming erections.

‘Now then, isn’t that better?’ she asked with a little chuckle.

‘Go on Natty, don’t stop now,’ encouraged her brother. Toby looked at her pleadingly.

‘You naughty naughty boys,’ she scolded.

‘Here, come through into my bedroom, I’ve got an idea,’ said Andrew.

He and Toby went through and he pulled back the bedclothes.

‘What are you up to?’ asked Toby.

‘Mummy put an old blanket on top of the mattress,’ explained Andrew, ‘She said that we can make as much mess as we like.’

‘She is hilarious,’ laughed Toby.