Chapter 13

Their third city was Berlin, where the group visited attractions ranging from the East Side Gallery to the Berlin Philharmonic. They were to stay four days and the accommodations had four quad rooms with two each connecting; this housed eight boys and eight girls. Two double rooms housed the remaining boy pair and girl pair, and Tom and Lynette shared a double. The large quad rooms of the rooming arrangement allowed the whole troop to congregate in one of them in the evenings where they hung out until their curfew, chaperoned by either Dr or Mrs Douglas.

The siblings were amazed at how permissive the chaperoning was, actually, since most of the group just settled on one or the other of the two king-size beds and began what looked like a group groping session while everyone chatted. Hands were everywhere, stroking bodies, and there was lots of kissing—some fairly serious, and much of the kissing and intimate touching involved kids who had traded their usual partners for others. Tom and Lynette were mystified—and before long were feeling quite out-of-place and uncomfortable, so they soon left for their own room.

On the way to their room, Tom grumbled, “Damn. That was almost too much. Douglas really let that stuff go on?”

Lynette giggled. “I’d be furious if my boyfriend was snogging another girl like those kids were getting on.” They went into their room and locked the door. “It’s so nice we get a private room for ourselves. Tommie, I know the kids at Norwich had that program Simon and Roberta told us about, but it’s just crazy how they all behave together. Looked like an orgy, almost. A clothed orgy. Damn. How aren’t they jealous? I know I’d be jealous if you went snogging another girl.”

She sat on her bed.

“Yeah, I’d be the same, darling,” Tom said as he leaned down to kiss her. “Mmmm. I like snogging with you, sweetie.”

Lynette reached up and wrapped her hands around Tom’s neck and pulled him closer as they kissed. Tom leaned over and put a knee on the bed as they continued to kiss, their tongues wrestling each other’s. With a moan, Lynette leaned back, pulling Tom, who dropped next to her. She fumbled at Tom’s waist and unbuttoned the front, then pulled the zipper down. He helped her slide his shorts down and her hand closed over his erection. Tom moaned as she stroked him gently, then she began a steady jacking motion.

Tom broke their kiss to stammer out his impending eruption.

“Darling ... gonna blow...”

“Hold on ... not yet!”

Lynette sat up, yanked off his shorts, and pulled down his underwear, then dropped down to resume her kissing and stroking his shaft. Tom’s hips began jerking when she suddenly pulled herself away from their kiss and slid quickly down to take Tom’s penis into her hot mouth and began sucking and licking its head. He cried out at the intense pleasure she was giving him, and when she began stroking him with her hand, as her mouth kept working over Tom’s penis, he finally released.

Absolutely every muscle in Tom’s entire body went rigid as he suddenly exploded into Lynette’s pretty little mouth, pouring his hot throbbing jets of cum up into her loving mouth with a deep, passionate groan. Lynette drained her brother dry as she sucked, slurped, and stroked him until his throbbing jets turned to soft spasms. With a smile, Lynette swallowed Tom’s warm sticky goo as Tom pulled her down for more kissing.

“Wow,” Tom shuddered as he caught his breath. “Fuck, you must have been horny!”

“Yeah, all that snogging and groping in there. Heh. Glad we don’t have a chaperone. Gonna have some frustrated kids down the hall...” Lynette giggled, then gasped as Tom caressed her inner thigh, sending chills running through her body as her eyes went closed.

Then he moved his hand up to her crotch and gently placed a finger on the slit between her two tight little lips and stroked it; then pushed through and tickled her between her inner lips. Lynette gasped and shuddered as she strained to keep her legs from clamping together.

Tom’s finger continued to stroke in between her puffy little lips, and as he rolled over between her outspread legs, she opened them up even further. Now kneeling between her legs, he began worshiping her vulva with his hands, opening her lips to stroke around her leaking little canal. Lynette wailed her approval and threw her head back and screwed her eyes shut as he gently stroked his finger up and down inside her moist slit. He paused at her love button and she jerked and shuddered when he touched the hooded pearl.

“Ooooohhh ... oh, darling ... sooo good...” she moaned.

Tom ran his finger around and around the sensitive little organ, teasing it until the head popped out from its hood. Lynette was moaning, quivering, and gasping as he brought her through two orgasms, one quickly following another. He was rubbing around her clitoris as fast and as hard as he could. Lynette was now reaching her third orgasm but she was nearing exhaustion. She was screaming into deaf ears as she gyrated her hips into his hand trying to reach her climax.

Suddenly she could take no more and gasped at Tom to stop.

“Unh, Tom...! Aaahh, stop ... too sensitive ... uuhh ... stoooooppp!”

Tom finally realized what was happening to his darling sister and stopped his assault on her hot little jewel; then he slid up to embrace her and kiss her passionately as she came down slowly from her orgasmic high. The two of them lay there on the bed for a while, completely spent and panting. They fell asleep that way, not waking until about 3:30 in the morning.

“Hey Tom!” Lynette hissed at him after she awoke. “Up! We need to mess up the other bed! They both need to look slept in!”

Tom groaned, sat up, and chuckled. “Yeah. That’s right. Shit, that was awesome, darling. You’re a fantastic lover.”

They stripped the coverlet off the second bed and they both climbed in; after a loving kiss and hug, Tom spooned against Lynette and they fell asleep again. The siblings wouldn’t get another chance to room together until later in the trip.

Their trip through Europe was very rewarding. Their group visited museums, local art and folk-art fairs, concerts and bands, plays, dances, and craft shows. They stayed in small, quaint hotels, hostels, and larger hotels, too.

On the last week of the trip, just prior to the three-day stop in Paris, the group had a scheduled three-day, two-night hike in a natural area of France, near Grenoble in the French Alps. On the train from Italy to France, Dr Douglas gave the group a summary of the planned hike.

“Not all art and other beautiful sights and sounds are produced by humans,” he began. “A great source of artistic inspiration and some of the world’s most beautiful imagery can be found in nature, so our next expedition will include a nature hike in the French Alps. We’ll be visiting the Vercors Natural Regional Park next, this is the hike on our cultural sites itinerary. The park is a natural area and, as you all voted to do spring last at school, we’ll be exploring it as closely as nature will allow, won’t we.”

There was a chuckle from a number of kids and some winks were exchanged, puzzling Tom and Lynette, as Douglas continued.

“I’m passing out sheets which list the major landmarks we’ll see on the hike together with your essay assignments for this site. You have a choice of writing two essays picked from the four options I’ve listed.”

He handed out the papers; Tom, sitting next to where Douglas was standing, got his first, read it, and blanched.

The kids’ chuckling—it can’t be, he thought. He raised his hand.

“Sir? These topics ... they say ... all about naked stuff ... one is ‘Discuss how your appreciation of nature is enhanced or diminished by experiencing it while naked’; another is ‘Describe the differences in social interaction with other people while being naked compared with being dressed’; all of these themes are naked ones and...!”

“Yes, yes, Tom,” Douglas interrupted, and then speaking quietly to Tom, said,. “Yes, we’re to do the hike whilst naked. We had told your group that this park is a popular naturist area, and naked hiking is common there; that information was mentioned in the brochure about the park that was included in your packets. Then, spring last, a number of you pupils went to Mrs Douglas and asked about doing this hike whilst naked, didn’t you. And then all of you voted to do it, so Mrs Douglas went and got approval from the school and your parents for us to get it sorted. That’s what I was told—you don’t recall that?”

Mrs Douglas spoke up, laying her hand on his arm. “Erm ... wait, Eain, oh my, let me check the folder ... Oh dear, I neglected to ensure that we obtained the hike consent form for the Armstrongs as they were a very late addition to the trip; they weren’t attending the school this spring so they didn’t participate in the voting for the naked hiking option. Tom, Lynette, is your doing the hike a problem? Would your parents object?”

Tom was speechless, shaking his head, unable to look at her.

Lynette interjected quietly, “It’s a big problem. Can we speak privately?”

The adults glanced at Tom, who was white as chalk and looking quite ill. Lynette leaned over him and whispered, “It’ll be all right, darling. I’ll take care of this for us.”

Tom nodded uncertainly. The other students were looking at him and the leaders with curiosity. Lynette took the teachers aside, out of the others’ earshot, while the students began muttering to each other.

“So what’s this, now?” Dr Douglas asked Lynette. “He doesn’t want to get starkers? He can keep his kit on, then; two other pupils had some reservations but they were told that they could keep their kits on if they couldn’t go through with the nude part. All the other pupils had no problem with their doing that. But a week before our tour began, both told Mrs Douglas that they’d go like the rest of the group and as well gave her their parents’ permission letters. This is why the only essay topics I prepared have to do with nude hiking.”

Lynette shook her head. “It’s not that Tom doesn’t want to hike naked; he panics if he even sees someone naked.” She went on to briefly explain Tom’s situation.

“Oh gracious,” Mrs Douglas remarked. “What do we do? There’s nowhere for him to stay whilst we hike!”

“And I’m not leaving him alone anyway,” Lynette insisted. “We weren’t told about this part of the trip, else we wouldn’t have signed up. I don’t do the nudity either. That’s why we transferred schools to Norwich; no naked Program there.”

Mrs Douglas looked thoughtful. “Wait, I have an idea,” she said. “Our next stop is Paris, in three days. Couldn’t we send these two on ahead? Eain, ring the School Cultural Tours & Excursions, dear, would you. We can put them on a Paris train at Grenoble and have Tours & Excursions set them up at the hotel. There should be another group in Paris they could join temporarily; I believe at least two other groups will be there this week since that’s the last city for many groups, innit.”

Dr Douglas nodded. “Excellent, dear. Brilliant in fact. But we must let the parents know and get their approval. We’ll also need to get the trip budget sorted to adjust for this change, won’t we.”

Mrs Douglas looked back at the other students. “We’ll need to tell the others something so Thomas isn’t embarrassed, won’t we.”

“I know,” Lynette said, “Tell them that Tom and I are very allergic to sun; we burn very badly and sunscreen doesn’t protect us very well. We didn’t know that the hiking part was to be done naked or else we wouldn’t have come on this tour and we’d feel terribly awkward—no, actually we would feel quite awful and stupid—if we were the only ones wearing clothes. And being clothed, we obviously would have no way to do your essays. And on such short notice, could you come up with four reasonable topics for us?” Lynette grinned.

Mrs Douglas gave her an admiring smile. “My dear, how very clever! That’s a perfect explanation. Okay then, shall we end the children’s suspense?” she asked, as she looked at the students who were whispering among themselves and trying to talk to Tom, who was mostly keeping to himself.

The leaders returned to the group and explained that the problem had to do with the siblings’ sensitivity to the sun; Tom had once been badly burned and just learning now that the hike was to be done nude had scared him badly. Since there were no clothed essay topics prepared that Tom and Lynette could be set, they had agreed to skip the hike, travel on ahead, and would meet the group in Paris in three days.

The following hour was taken up with Mrs Douglas making the alternate arrangements with the tour company and contacting the siblings’ parents; soon all was settled. Also settled was the siblings’ tour group assignments while they were in Paris. Dr Douglas called them over after the new arrangements had been made.

“Now then. It’s all been sorted. You’ll be joining a group tomorrow morning; they will text the details of your meeting them to you by this afternoon or evening at the latest. That group is going to visit the Musée d’Orsay. Their painting collection is world-famous. I already have a museum art essay topic prepared from last year’s tour which only needs a slight change to make it fit with our group’s nude-hiking theme.

“Your essays, for both of you, are to review fifteen paintings of nude subjects or models and to answer these questions about each work: what do you believe the artist was attempting to portray by using a nude subject, and second, based on the appearance of the model, the facial expression, posture, or whatever other detail, deduce some things about the model, including how the model might have felt about posing for the artist. Use clues like where the model is gazing—whether the model’s eyes are engaging the viewer or looking elsewhere. Also consider how your personal reaction to the overall painting or to the model, or both, would have been different if the model were completely clothed and discuss that issue too.

“I will expect the usual essay length. I’ll text you a copy of these instructions directly, but I’ll want you to be certain to include works by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres, Auguste Renoir, Jules Joseph Lefebvre, Édouard Manet, Alexandre Cabanel, William-Adolphe Bouguereau, and I’ll especially want you to discuss L’Origine du monde by Gustave Courbet. And in addition, although these next two works I’ll mention aren’t in the Musée d’Orsay collection, I want you to consider discussing them too. First, if you recall, when we were in Frankfurt am Main at the Städel Museum, we viewed Standing Nude with Hat by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, and second, there’s another nude wearing a hat, Cupid Complaining to Venus by Lucas Cranach the Elder, which is back home at the National Gallery in London. You can search for images of these two on line and if you want, include a discussion of them as part of your fifteen subjects.

“On the Wednesday, you’ll accompany the same group to a concert they’re scheduled to attend and please write your essay on the topic to be set by that group leader. On the Thursday, a new group will arrive and you’ll join them for the day. I believe they’re attending a folk festival of some kind; but I’ll set no assignment, as you both will have completed two, as if you had stayed with us. You’ll rejoin our group when we arrive Thursday evening, won’t you.”

Tom and Lynette agreed; Tom had rapidly regained his composure after Mrs Douglas’ explanation of the siblings’ situation, and as soon as the two could grab a moment of being alone, Tom grabbed Lynette.

“Ohmygod, Lynnie, you were amazing! You covered for me so well—but I wish that crap would stop already with my panicking over nudity. I love you so, so much!” he whispered to her and kissed her ear.

During the next hour, most of the others in the group came by to offer their expressions of regret over the siblings’ not being able to go on the hike, while Lynette, burning with curiosity, asked Roberta what this crazy naked hiking thing was all about.

“I thought you guys were so delighted to not have that damned naked Program at the school,” she asked, “so what the bloody F is going on here?”

Roberta chuckled. “Well, the cultural trip has always included a two or three-day nature hike in a remote forest preserve. Sometimes it’s in Germany or Austria; this year it’s in France. Anyway, when we got the materials for this trip and saw where the hike was, Diana had an idea. Her family always goes hiking in France and Germany when they’re on summer holiday and they always do these hikes whilst naked with their nudist group. She’s always raved about them and the photos she’s showed us are simply brill. And as well her boyfriend Damon’s family are all nudists—so those two dreamed up the idea for doing our cultural hike as a naked hike and sold it to everyone ... um, almost everyone. Two kids dropped out rather than vote against it. They said they didn’t want to spoil it for everyone. You know how close everyone here is?”

Lynette nodded and Roberta went on.

“In the massage part of the Avery Program, lots of us wanted to be naked for that part but the school didn’t want to allow that. But it made almost all of us just want to be somewhere naked together; sharing ourselves that way feels so right. Anyway, two other kids weren’t thrilled about going naked, but decided that they’d go if they could keep the option of staying clothed; but a week before the trip, they both told us that they thought they’d be okay doing it starkers.”

Tom shivered slightly. “But we heard that all of you hated the idea of the Program ‘cause you didn’t wanna get naked with other kids! You guys even did that school revolt!” he exclaimed.

Roberta shook her head. “Erm ... it’s not that way at all ... it’s different. It’s not easy to explain ‘cause you didn’t do the Avery Program yet. All that weird naked Program rot—that was scary; this is so different. We’ll all be naked together, it’s not like being the only starkers one and being groped. All of us kids are so close now—listen—I can’t say too much about it, but remember, I told you at the beginning of the trip that we did that new Avery Program and had group sessions where we did all kinds of brilliant stuff together. Like I said before, part of it was massage sessions that were so ace that a lot of kids wanted to do it starkers; the teachers had to keep a lot of us from stripping off. The group sessions we did let our whole class bond and we love and trust each other totally. After that experience, being on a nude hike together will be bloomin’ brilliant ... It’ll be awesome, and those photos Diana’s shown us of her group’s hikes ... it looks so blindin’ wicked.”

Later, alone with Tom, Lynette commented quietly to him, “I still can’t come to grips with how those kids are so accepting of group nudity, especially after hearing how they all united to oppose the naked Program.”

Tom nodded, saying, “Makes me wonder what’s behind that Avery thing. First group snogging and now group nudity. Maybe changing schools was a mistake?”

“I don’t believe that. These kids are just so different from those at Barnet and St. George too. Did you ever feel like an outsider with the group?”

“No, never. They always included us and tried to make us feel part of the group.”

“See? Also, everyone seemed so cool about us not going on the naked hike. No teasing us either, they were sincere, like they were really disappointed for us. They are so, so different from the kids at school last year!”

Tom shook his head and with a grin, said, “They’re actually just disappointed that they won’t get to see you starkers, you sexy doll.”

Lynette punched his arm and countered, “Yeah, stud, I’ve seen how some of the gals’ve been checkin’ you out—especially your butt—I mean arse, right? Glad we’re not going on a naked hike; didn’t want to have to start a cat fight over your sexy naked bod!”

They both chuckled.

At the Grenoble station, the siblings parted ways with their group, which left for the nature park in several small busses. Another vehicle in their convoy carried the group’s hiking supplies including their tents, cooking gear, and food. Within the hour, Tom and Lynette boarded a train bound for Paris; they would have their dinner on the train.

They were met by an employee of the tour company at the Paris station and driven to the tour hotel. The tour employee told them that blocks of rooms had been reserved for all of the groups so that lodging them in Paris for the extra days hadn’t been a problem; more rooms had been reserved than were needed because of several cancellations. Exhausted from the day of travel and the stress, the two went to their room and crashed.

But only about ten minutes later, Lynette’s mobile beeped with a text from the leader of the group which they were to join for the next two days.

Lynette and Tom, settled in your room yet?

Lynette replied, Yes

Excellent. Come meet us in the hotel meeting room lounge, second floor, take a right off the lift.

She sighed. “C’mon, Tommie, duty calls. Need to meet our new group.”

When they got to the lounge, they found eighteen teens and two adults chatting amiably together. When they entered the room, the teens from the new group surrounded the newcomers and began introducing themselves. Most of the members of this group came from the Birmingham area of central England, the West Midlands, and their trip concentration was on language exposure, traveling in France and Spain. These were their last two days, then they would be returning home. It took a little while for the siblings’ ears to get accustomed to the flood of Brum dialect. Soon the leaders called for attention and beckoned Lynette and Tom over.

“Alroit, Tom an’ Lynette Armstrong, cor? I’m Jason Swithart; I teach Spanish at St Mary’s Academy in Birmingum an’ this is my missus, Emilie. She’s French, but we still get on.”

She grinned. “So far. If he doozeent geet too uppetty,” she remarked in a fairly strong accented English.

Tom chuckled at her comment while the others smiled. Then Tom said, “Mme Emilie, que faites-vous pour le faire se comporter correctement?” [Mrs Emilie, what do you do to make him behave properly?]

“Oh mon Dieu!” she replied. “tu parles si bien français, mais l’accent ... non, pas la france ... canadien?” [My goodness! You speak French so well, but the accent ... no, not France ... Canadian?]

Tom grinned. “Got it in one, Madam. Sometimes the French think I’m making fun of them with my Québécois accent.”

“Non, non! Your français ees quite goood. I weesh you were weeth us longer.”

Mr Swithart broke in. “Now that yow’ve properly bost Emilie—Lynette, do yo’ speak French too?” he interrupted himself.

“Yes I do, and the two of us can get by in German as well,” she answered, surmising that “bost” meant “impressed.”

“That’s bostin,” he mused. “So yow two are rejects from the cultural tour group. Summat about not bein’ able to do a three-day wilderness nature hike?”