Chapter 6

Everybody woke around 8, all desperate for the toilet. Rupert managed to slip in first and drag his pants on just before others appeared. He turned the gas on and put on the kettle as Amelie rushed out of the for’ard cabin, noted that her sister was in Rupert’s sleeping bag and her nightdress was on the floor, and then dived into the heads. Mary woke and realised she was completely naked, smelled of sex and needed a wash. She also needed to grab some clothes. She pulled on her jeans and teeshirt, no pants, no bra (she only found it later) under her nightdress. Her sister smirked as she said good morning. Rupe came in, found some clothes and waited until the other two girls had finished the quickest of ablutions. Then he went in and washed in cold water. Two faces appeared as he stood bent over and naked. They pulled up the canvas flap to the door and whistled, laughed and moved away. That would be a mistake which they would realise later.

Over breakfast, Rupert said “I have a suggestion. You cannot, not wash for a week. Just down from here there is a campsite with moorings. We can use the showers for a small fee. We’ll shower and then you all have to wash each day.”

“In cold water? I don’t think so.” Amelie said.

“Well, we can boil a kettle, or put on the heating to get hot ... or hold you down and wash you with a wet flannel.”

“oooo – I’d help with that.” said Mary, smiling at her sister. Then she realised that she was advocating the boy she had just had sex with wiping a cold wet face cloth over all the intimate parts of her fifteen year old sister. She was pretty sure Rupert would actually do it, even if she was only fifteen. For the first time, she wished her sister wasn’t there; as the older one, she was supposed to be responsible. Everybody was looking at Amelie and laughing. Even Amelie was, she was actually contemplating being held down whilst Rupert wiped her all over. She knew it was a joke, but she kind of hoped it wasn’t.

“Okay. Erotic fantasies out of the way. Let’s go down to the campsite.” Abigail interrupted. Two of them set about getting the boat ready whilst the other two tidied the beds and washed up. Rupert’s sleeping bag was roughly rolled up and pushed to the bottom of the berth. Amelie left Rupert to wash and dry up the few breakfast things, and made a point of switching the sleeping bags so hers was in the main cabin ready for that night. She was making the point now that the deal of rotating people still held.

It wasn’t worth sailing the mile down the river, so Rupe said they had to do it for that very reason. Which made no sense. They pulled up the main sail on its own, Mary at the helm, then the jib, and sailed down. The wind was blowing straight up the river, so what should have taken a few minutes took an hour as they sailed back and forth, tacking. The tide opposed them to start with, then it was slack which meant at least they weren’t opposed. They arrived and ‘parked’. Amelie and Mary deliberately calling it that to annoy the sailors.

The campsite had very few visitor berths, and since they weren’t stopping the night, they weren’t charged. There was a shower at the end of the dyke for the boat owners; since it was later in the day, it was not occupied. There was no slot meter. Rupert and Amelie went to reception to pay something for it. Abigail and Mary looked at each other “Share?” It was a big shower, more of a wet room. It had originally been some small storage room so the whole had been converted. They went in.

When Rupe and Amie came back the shower was occupied and neither girl was to be seen. “Maybe one was very quick? Or went for a walk?” They were still waiting when the two girls re-appeared. They showered at school together, why not here? “Okay, well, go and put on the kettle and work out where we are going tonight, we won’t be long. Amelie, you can go first.” Mary saw Amelie go in and shut the door, Abi and Mary walked back up the dyke to their boat at the head.

The door opened slightly and a naked arm appeared, grabbed Rupert and pulled him in. Amelie was naked. “If they can share, so can we.”

“Amie! I mean...”

“I trust you. You can wash my back.”

“I don’t trust myself.” But Rupert was already undressing. “Oh, sorry about that.” She was looking at his boner.

“Well, I’d be a bit offended if you didn’t find this attractive.” She put her arms in the air and turned. Her pubic area was much more sparsely covered. There was no hiding the fleshy slit that started just below the hair and continued down between her legs. Her breasts were small. She was a late starter in that respect, and a little self-conscious compared to Mary; but they were handfuls now, at least. Her tight, firm buttocks rotated round. She knew she looked good. She wasn’t sure about the pubic hair, should she have shaved it off or should it be more bushy. Rupert thought it was good. He liked that he could see what it covered.

The shower was put on and she started ‘anointing’ him with shampoo. His head and chest and back and then the object of her interest. She soaped it – which made it easier to resist the almost inevitable result of a hand persistently washing an erect penis. Then she moved to his legs. She avoided his bottom; still a little cagey or shy.

Rupert did not have such hang-ups. He shampooed her head and breasts, her back and then her legs; arriving at the middle potion. Her sparse pubic hair was lathered and washed and then had conditioner applied; then he soaped up her behind and she discovered that soapy fingers were making she was clean inside too. Two soapy fingers were invading somewhere that was even more private than her vagina. She just let him get on with it. She started to want to pee, so did he, but neither did because the other was there.

Finally, standing washing the conditioner off her head, she let herself dribble her pee away. She thought he didn’t see, but she was wrong. It gave him back his erection, so he couldn’t pee anyway. Finally, he switched the water to cold. She jumped out and he stayed in, letting the cold water sting and excite his skin. During that, the water ran a little warmer from his groin to the floor.

“Well, you were quick. Maybe you shared the shower.” Abigail laughed. The two of them laughed like it was unbelievable. Mary was watching. She wanted to believe, but she knew her sister’s laughs. ‘Damn,’ she thought ‘she is planning on having him too! How will I stop it?’ But, as they carried on up the Bure towards Ranworth, she started to think ‘Well ... maybe’

“Eh? What?”

“I said ‘paging Mary Craft’ come back to earth, Mary Craft.” Rupert was laughing, so were the other two. “You were miles away.”

“Sorry.” They carried on sailing, and she carried on thinking. But she tried to pay attention to the sailing too. It was getting windy. Rupert was actually thinking a reef might be needed. They all had to pay attention in case the boom swung or a gust heeled the boat too much. Today it was exciting. They felt like they were flying.

At Ranworth, they landed at the staithe. They stopped in the middle of the small lake and took down the sails and then motored in, no foolish heroics. They went and bought icecream, walked up to the church and up the tower for the famous view. Amelie and Abigail started back downstairs. “Rupert. A word. Now I know what my sister’s plan for tonight is. Stop smiling. Clearly you’ve guessed she’s an open door. You’re good. Just, well, make sure she enjoys it. Okay? I’ll make it worth your while when it’s my turn again.”

“I had my suspicions, but she’s underage. I was thinking I’d put her off -”

“Don’t you dare! Oh shit. I know that seems like I’m pimping my sister. But if you reject her, she’ll be really hurt. If you hadn’t intended to go all the way, you shouldn’t have showered with her. Of course you did. Think I’m stupid? Nor should you have used that chip to get the sauce last night. If you didn’t intend to go all the way. She’s a romantic, she thinks stars will fly and the earth will move – DO NOT Say we are on a boat -”

“Mary, I’ll do my best. I promise. I can’t say fairer than that.”

“No, you can. You can give her the best night ever. Not your best. Come on.”

They followed the others down; put some money in the collection and then headed to the pub. They ordered pizzas from the takeaway counter. Rupert and Abigail agreed that this didn’t look like the kind of pub that wouldn’t check id. On a whim, they started the engine and moved out to the far side and dropped the mud weight. There, they opened one of the bottles of wine they had with them and ate lukewarm pizza with various toppings. They sat and watched the big boats chug over and look for spaces and then give up. Few opted to stay out, most wanted to feel safe, tied up.

The sun started to drop, the sunset was red and gold and yellow and green (green? Yes, the clouds had green tinges). “It’s lovely.” Amie said, sitting close to Rupe. Abigail and Mary looked at each other. Well, it was perhaps, inevitable. When they decided to go to bed, they hung their towels at the entrance to the forward cabin. That did two things: it gave the two in the main cabin the semblance of privacy – any noise would still be heard of course, but it was a pretence. The second thing was it made it absolutely plain that they were expected to need that privacy.

“Well...” Rupert said, looking at Amelie. They listened as Abigail sat on the toilet.

“Stop listening, you perverts.”

“Haha. You’ll be listening later.” Amelie said

“We won’t, we’re going straight to sleep. I promise.” Mary responded. Why was she pushing her younger sister towards this boy? She could have said ‘no, touch her and I’ll report you’ or even just ‘no’ and he wouldn’t have done. That was why. He was a good kid. Finally the two girls got into bed in the front.

“Well.” said Rupert. Since they both knew what was going to happen, he didn’t feel the need to hide it. He had taken her sleeping bag too and opened it fully. It wouldn’t connect to his, but by interleaving them they could leave his open and give themselves more space. He turned the lights out except for one small reading light. Then he simply undressed. He looked at Amelie and she started to undress too. He stood with his prominent erection leading the way, and took her hands off her clothes and did it for her. Her jumper was already off, he unzipped her jeans and pulled them down, then he pulled off her tee shirt and finally unclipped her bra. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already seen her naked, but it was still a lovely sight. He led her to the narrow bed and made her lie down. Then he started kissing her from the face all the way down her body. At the top of her pants, he pulled them steadily down until her whole muff was visible. She said to put the light out, but he refused. “I want to see every part of you. I want to explore all over.” When they had showered, he had only soaped her, now he steadily stretched open her slit and licked the inside. It was already wet. Wet and squiggy. Like many girls, she suspected it was all very gross. In fact her inner lips weren’t very prominent yet, her sister’s overlapped the outer ones, creating a sort of double ridge on either side; and Abigails still inside but more fleshy than Mary’s; but inside the folds of skin were not what Amie thought boys would like. Rupert determinedly showed how wrong she was. Her clitoris was small. He got a torch and made her show him. “It’s tiny. So delicate. It’s lovely.” Then he carried on. She started to feel the pleasure as his wet and very controllable tongue engaged with every part of her genitals. “I want to taste you.”

“Am I not wet enough?”

“Oh, yes, but I mean the other. Let me taste your wee.”

“Really? You want to? I thought you’d be horrified. I mean, grossed out.”

“No, I want to. After we’ve finished here, I’m going to lick your bottom too, inside I mean.”

“You are ... ooo that’s nice.”

In the forward cabin, they had gone silent, but were listening carefully. They held hands across the well as the boy and girl made out more and more personally. In a whisper: “Mary, I’m cold. I don’t want to go to sleep, but I’m cold.” That was all it took. Mary slipped out and unzipped Abigail’s bag. There really wasn’t space for two people in the shaped bags they had. They couldn’t possibly sleep. But sleep wasn’t on their minds yet.

In the main cabin, Amelie was learning one of the alternatives to full sex and she became hotter, her heart beat got faster, her breasts felt firmer (to Rupe and Amie, each was stroking one of them). She felt that she needed to pee as well, it was holding her back. Then, all of a sudden, like a wave knocking her over in the sea, she came for the first time with a boy. His tongue was deep inside and his upper lip was rubbing her clitoris and she was suddenly and briefly not aware of any of that as her orgasm overwhelmed her. “Ahhhh, aAHH! AHHHHHH!!!!” The two girls in the front kissed, the only way to stop themselves laughing too loudly. Mary thought ‘my little sister is no longer an innocent little sister’. Not that she had been before. Plenty of boys had proposed that the pretty blonde should unzip them, kneel on the tarmac and suck them off – like it was a real treat. She had sensibly told them they were small-cocked weasels who didn’t deserve her. She had been hit on much more than her sister, but had made her own mind up and been labelled lesbian by some rejected suitors. It was odd, there was a league table. Big tits trumped small, but blonde trumped dark hair; and young and supposedly innocent trumped older by a year and knowledgable. She didn’t care, since the only known lesbian in her class was seriously good-looking and she would have possibly been open to offers; unknown to Amelie, Mary was much more Zoe’s type – she liked a good muff to finger through. Mary was initially assuming that her sister had just lost her virginity, but then realised that it was quite likely Rupert was seeing to the lady first. She would have continued to listen, but kissing Abigail turned into a hand sliding into her pants and she got distracted.