Chapter 10

The walk back was dark. They had left the torch on the boat, not realising what they would be up to tonight. Each of them still had a small bag of clothes and towel and shampoo. Rupert had a small rucksack, so did Mary. Somehow everything was crammed in them and then he ended up carrying them both. There was a pavement most of the way, but even that disappeared at one point. Norfolk was a dark county where there were no street lights. Rupert had to lead the way. It might have been complimentary – that they regarded him as their protector, or it might have been that he was expendable. They reached the bridge and crossed it. Now it became really dark as they walked along the river bank. A bat flitted past. “Watch out for mooring ropes. It’s wonderful. It’s so quiet.” There was a splash and they could just make out the V of something swimming across the river. They couldn’t see what it was. “Could be a water vole ... or a rat.” None of them wanted to meet a rat, that was something they had learned to be fearful of – disease and bites. They could barely make out their own boat when they reached it.

“I’m putting the heating on. I wish we’d put the boat cover up.” Rupert said.

“Never mind. We’re going to bed anyway. I just need...” Mary disappeared into the heads. They would all pay another visit. Even so close to the town, Rupert realised that everything was quiet now, and went and pissed over the side.

“Hi.” Amelie was standing beside him. A week ago he would have jumped a mile at being seen having a piss like this. Now he was almost relaxed. Almost. “Mary and Abigail are getting ready for bed. What should I do?”

His piss stopped as his penis rose up. He knew he hadn’t finished. “Well. Did you put clean underwear on? You might want to take it off so it’s still clean for tomorrow.”

“Okay.” She started to undress.

“No, not here. Inside.”

“If you can be confident of peeing without being seen then I should be able to undress too?”

“Still...” He was right. Just because the chalet opposite was dark, it was not unoccupied.

They went below and he went for’ard to say goodnight. “Oh, good night. Any instructions Mr Skipper sir?” Abigail said. She was already thinking that she’d like Mary’s body close beside hers, whatever he said.

“Last night. Whatever you feel like.” He kissed them both and left. They put up the ‘soundproof’ towel. “Now, Amelie, the same applies to you. What do you feel like?”

“Oh, well I don’t know. Any ideas?” She lay on the bed. The warm air heating was surprisingly good in a small space. She stretched out, completely naked and raised her arms.

“As it happens, I do.” He undressed and lifted her legs higher and higher. “Hold them up like that. Yes.” He put a vibrating ring on both hands and inserted a finger into both holes.

“Oh? What the...? That’s ... Ah ... I ... it’s vibrating ... I ... I like it.” The muscles around her rectum were shaking, the inner lips were wobbling, and her clitoris was vibrating. It was sensory overload. She hit maximum in a very short time. “Ahhh! My – I can’t – AAAAHHHH FUCK YES!!!”

In the forward cabin, the two girls stopped practising their French kissing. “What is he doing? They’ve only been at it for five minutes!” It was fifteen, actually, but still impressive.

It was tempting to leave the little vibrators inside, vibrating away, but he thought they might not get them back. Taking her to A&E to have a small vibrator removed from an underage girl’s vagina or anus sounding like a one way ticket to prison. Anyway, they’d done their job. He had another one for later if necessary.

Now he knelt below her and put his head between her legs. She cooed as he became to anoint her slit with saliva, his tongue wormed its way in and up and down. “I don’t think I can come yet. You can go first.” she said.

“I don’t know if a sister should hear things like that.” Mary whispered to Abigail.

“I have an idea that will help.” Abi replied, and opened her legs.

“Oh? You want me to lick you? I won’t be as good as Rupe.”

“Nobody could be that good.” If he had been listening, his head would have swelled like his penis. She moved to bury her head between Abigail’s thighs, and Abigail brought her legs in until her upper thighs covered Mary’s ears.

Rupert was explaining that he wanted to gently lick and suck and nip Amelie’s vulva until she was ready to come again. Actually he was explaining it in between doing it. Amelie had a clear impression that she had little choice. This was good, it was part of her hoped for plan too. It took an hour of relaxed lovemaking before Amelie started to feel her loins were on fire again. If her heavier breathing hadn’t been an indication, her increased flow of vaginal lubrication would have told him. If her increased flow of vaginal lubrication wasn’t a clear indication, her shouting: “YES, YES, LICK ME OUT YOU MOTHERFUCKING HOOLIGAN. FUCK YEEEEESSSSS” might have been the clue he needed.

In the forward cabin, Mary had quietly come and was lying in her lover-for-one-night’s arms. She groaned. “She can’t really be my sister, can she?”

“Rupert, that was lovely, amazing, lovely, I love -”

“No! You can’t say that to me. Not unless you really mean it.” Actually, she thought she might do.

“Well it was very good. Now ... about what I want you to do.”

“There’s more?”

“Would you mind ... I mean ... well ... would you tie me up?” There, she had said it. She wanted to be tied up, she had a dream, a fantasy, an idea. She wanted to be totally under control.

“Are you sure?” She nodded. He went and got some sail ties, and began to truss her up. She realised that he hadn’t argued for long; he was intrigued too. “We’ll need a safe word, how about -”

“No, no safe word. I’m tied up. I’m under your control. Completely. You can do what you like.” She was talking quietly, aware that at any moment her big sister might appear and spoil it all. But her big sister was having her upper thighs scratched right up to the entrance. Not hard scratching, but enough. It was, she thought, the most erotic thing ever. Rupert tied her so her legs were bent at the knee. Her arms were tied just below her knees so she was bent over. On her back, her legs were raised and her vagina and anus exposed. But he put her the other way. Her bottom stuck up in the air and her shoulders were on the bed. She was perfectly positioned to receive him in either hole. Was this it? Would he now invade her both ways? He found her vagina and opened her wide, she moaned. He wasn’t that big was he? Why so far? A rough sided bottle – a coke bottle with ribs on the sides perhaps started inside her. But no, he was close in. It was him! He had a knobbly condom on and the friction as it went in was interesting. She would not climax again, she was sure. He began to move in and out, the knobbles pulling her in and out with it, the friction working on the nerves from her clitoris. “Oh shit! I can’t stand it.” she said. He didn’t stop. No safe word. She might have called it. Not because it hurt, but because she was becoming overwhelmed and she didn’t have the energy. “Ahh! Please!” Please, you do all the work. Let me rest. “I’m ... ohh. Ffffffff!” She couldn’t even get the word out. She was tired out and he had dragged a third climax from her.

Hearing her reach that little peak was enough to push him over the edge and he came deep inside her, the little bell end of the condom becoming distended with spunk. He pulled out and pulled a face at the rubber bag. “Well, it’s your spunk.” Amelie said. He waved the bag at her and she made a noise “Euugghh!” He bent over and kiss her cunt. “No, no more, not yet, anyway.”

“Relax, just kissing my little hole of pleasure.” Then he turned her over and kissed her mouth. He didn’t start to untie her; he wasn’t finished yet. On her back, with her legs up, she suddenly realised how exposed she was, he had the torch out, what was that for? “I want to explore you in detail. I want to see your pee hole.”

“What? But you’ve seen me pee.”

“But it comes out of the same slot as I push in. I know in theory that there are two holes in there, but I want to see.”

“Ahh!”

“Sorry, I’m trying to be gentle.”

“Try harder, it isn’t a zip fastener or velcro.” He opened her lips with two fingers inside and then opening them. He shone the torch inside and tried to understand where all the ‘bits’ were.