Chapter 8

They had breakfast in the open, the sun already starting to warm them. “Put sun cream on, ladies. Don’t get burnt.” The man was not looking at their shoulders when he said it.

“We shall. Thank you.”

He had been just the right side of being a pervy old man. He just relished seeing attractive female bodies again. His wife had finished her novel and was now reading another; that it included a graphic, long and very erotic sex scene was completely lost on her.

They motored out, shook out the reef and put up the sails, which hung forlornly. There was no wind at all. Had they listened to the shipping forecast (and understood it) or even bought a good paper with a weather map, they would have seen that they were in the centre of an area of high pressure. There was wind all around Norfolk, but not in this county, definitely not in this broad at the moment. After struggling for fifteen minutes, Rupert consulted Abigail, who shrugged and tried to go back to sleep. She had a sore groin as a result of sudden excessive use, she had had little sleep last night; she had loved every minute of it, but now wanted to rest. They took down the sails and put the engine on, chugging slowly along the river. At the bridge they left Abigail sleeping, the three of them coping with the mast. This bridge was higher than Potter Heigham, they did not need to replace the frame at the back with the lower one. Once through, they left Abigail and went for coffee at the pub. “What did you do to her, you’ve worn her out?” Mary asked. Rupert smiled; he liked that idea. One down, two to go.

Further down, they moved into the Bure and then stopped at St Benet’s Abbey. It was one of those things that everybody stopped to see. There wasn’t much, to be honest, but the history was worth reading, if you were interested in history. “Did you know that the Bishop of Norwich is still the Abbot of St Benets too?” Mary explained. “He must be very old then.” Amelie responded “Oh, no, I see what you mean.” “Sometimes, my dear sister, you fit the stereotype of your hair colour.” They ate a late lunch and contemplated that there was only one full day to go.

Then, since there was little wind (just a small breeze as the High moved away slowly), they moved down river to a mooring on the far bank. There were no mooring posts or rings. The ronds were banged in and the mooring ropes attached. There was nowhere else for another boat to come in. Over the bank there was not even a footpath. They were entirely alone. Tempting as it was to start early; instead, all except Abigail lay down for a short nap; and woke an hour and a half later. Amelie immediately realised that they had not listened properly to the man. Rupert and Mary had gone below, but Amelie and Abigail had stayed on deck. Abigail had read a book and got the tops of her legs burn and one arm. Amelie had lain on the deck and the back and insides of her thighs were glowing. “You stupid girl,” Mary said, which didn’t help.

“All we’ve got is sunscreen, but it might soothe it.” Abi smeared her legs and arm with it, it did help a little. Amelie lay on her front on the boat roof, legs overhanging the back, and Rupert stood and smeared sunscreen over the backs of her legs and her inner thighs. It gave her a tingling feeling. A large cruiser chugged by.

“Did you see what that boy was doing?” said a mature woman who had not entirely lost her figure. She was stroking their dog Borzy and trying to read a book.”It was almost obscene. His hand was right up between her legs putting sun crème on. I’m sure she could have done it herself.”

The man had looked across and registered yet more envy at what they boy had on tap. “Lucky lad. I can’t say I blame him.”

“Oh, but you wouldn’t want to do that to me ... would you?”

“You are the one person I WOULD want to do it to.” he replied, which was the right response. A small chink of possibility opened up.

They watched the boats going back and forth, raised the roof and discussed the boat cover. “Let’s not bother with the boat cover.” someone said, they all agreed. It was a heavy and stiff - “Like something else we know” laughed Abi. Amelie had gone below and fallen asleep again. She was slightly curled, so her bikini-covered bottom was sticking out, for all the world like she was presenting it. Rupert looked at it. “Down boy.” Mary whispered. “I’m the main meal tonight.”

The sun crept slowly down. They prepared a meal of pasta and pasta sauce. They had one bottle of wine left and drank gratefully. This had been the best holiday ever for all of them. Mary was still wondering if it was right that her sister was going to have sex (again). She tried to tell herself that that ship had sailed, but there was still a nagging doubt.

“Cheers.” Rupert raised his glass, as did the others. “Oh, bye the way, the toilet is off limits from now.”

“What do you mean?” Abigail was laughing, she had no idea what he meant.

“Oh, well. If you have a call of nature, the bank of the river is here. I’m on it too. It’ll be dark in an hour. You might want to wait until then.”

“You aren’t serious? You ARE serious. You can’t make us do – You can’t.”

“No, that’s quite true. You put me in charge, you can take over.”

Mary was thinking about later. “Wellllll. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, if it’s dark.”

“Mary! You’re just thinking about sex, you slut. What about you Amelie?” Abi was sure that she would support her. Amelie wasn’t listening.

“Oh, well, whatever Rupe says.”

“Okay, so, rebellion is over Abi.” Rupert smiled at her. She knew he’d won, she knew he was enjoying this. Part of her was too. It was all risky, how far would he go? What if they were seen? She shrugged.

They continued their relaxing meal, ending with coffee. Coffee, of course, is a diuretic. Forty minutes after this conversation, all four were starting to need the toilet. It was now that Amelie learned what she had agreed to. “No, what? I never did. Not use the heads?”

“Yes, Amelie, I asked you and, I quote ‘Oh, well, whatever Rupe says’” Abigail told her.

“Well, I wasn’t listening. I’ve changed my mind.” Amelie replied.

“So have I. I can wait.” Abigail said. It was twilight, in another half an hour, it would be dark. She thought she could hold out. She hoped she could. She thought Amelie deserved to suffer for not listening.

Conversation became intermittent, broken up, as all four now held out to see who would break first. People crossed their legs. A hand between the legs, pushing on the pee hole; Rupert was holding his cock through his shorts. They were all looking at each other. Finally “Oh, you bastard!” Mary jumped over the side and up the bank, checking there was no one there. She knew that movement had already meant she had leaked a little. As she turned, she saw the others coming ashore and dropping their shorts. Rupert stood and created a hose spray for all to see. The others were aware that he was watching them too. Amelie turned to face away from him. He stopped and moved round to look at her. “No hiding now.” He allowed himself to carry on, letting his jet move towards her with a laugh.

She gave a yelp “No! Please!” She couldn’t move, she was crouched down and peeing. He didn’t go any closer. Mary and Abigail were laughing at her, but they were pleased that they hadn’t tried to hide; they had just accepted that he’d seen everything anyway. Finished, they all rushed back onboard and inside.

“So, it must nearly be bed time?” Rupert said. “Yes? Abigail and Amelie? You will need to make out, won’t you?”

“Will we?”

“Yes. Abi, you will. Amelie needs to find out what the possibilities are, don’t you Amie?”

“Umm, yes?”

“Good answer. And you need to relax with a girl, Abi.”

“I don’t see you relaxing with a boy.”

“Hmm, that’s true. If you really hate the idea, I won’t push it.”

“I don’t. I’m just making the point.” Abi replied, she smiled at Amie. “Perhaps you’d better tell us what to do?”

“I’m come and visit you in the front to tell you. Shout when you are ready. I think we may need the heating on again. Don’t you?” The heating came on and the doors were shut. “Oh the rule on the heads applies until dawn tomorrow. Yes, I know. We’ll all have to be very quiet creeping round.”

“You are weird.”

“Thanks, shirt off!”

“Okay, okay. Oh, I need the toilet ... not a pee, the other. Pleease...” Mary pleaded.

“As it happens, I think I do too. Come on.”

“I AM NOT doing a poo with you watching.”

“No, of course not. We’ll each have our own little hole.”

Abigail and Amelie looked back down to the main cabin as Mary and Rupert left. “She’s really going to do it?”

On the bank, Rupert used a sharp knife to cut out two squares of turf. After the first, he moved far along the bank. “No, Rupe. Not so far away. It’s dark, I’m nervous. Promise you won’t look though.” Under each, he scooped out some soil.

“Right, take your pick.”

“You know you have issues, don’t you?”

“Yes, you shouldn’t all have agreed; you might have guessed that every boy is a pervert.” His bottom made a low, squishy fart and he filled his hole with his waste. Breaking his own rule, he looked across and saw a long turd dropping out; and wished he hadn’t and looked away again. They each filled in their own holes and put the grass back on top. Then went back in.

“So ... tell me the truth. Now you know I’ve emptied my bowels, are you thinking about ... you know.”

“Anal? No, not at all. Am I curious? Of course, but I wouldn’t spoil this holiday.”

“Okay, so what?” she was pleased, both that she wasn’t having to give out that cherry (she was pretty sure she would eventually), and pleased that he was happy not to take that hole when she had said he could have whatever he wanted. He was a nice guy.

“Can I watch? Oh, I said I’d tell them what to do. Hang on ... or start, yes, you start.” He went to the cabin at the front and told them that they had to play with themselves once, each other once and then sleep together for warmth.