Chapter 49

Lauren side-stepped a difficult conversation with Emma with white lies and an unusually creative mind. She had been sitting cross- legged on her bed, wearing only her regulation shirt when Emma walked in, sat on the opposite bed and stared at her.

"What'cha doin?"

"Mending my knickers. My only pair of goddamn knickers"

"What happened?"

"I caught them in the door catch. Stupid, eh?" Actually, brilliant. Perhaps next time, though, she should prepare an excuse in advance.

"Hmm. I gave up wearing mine. Saves washing them every night, right?"

"But Emma, that's not very hygienic." The little girl sniffed, eyes fixed between the sewing and darkness beneath Lauren's shirt. Lauren looked up at her. "Got a cold?"

"Not sure. I'm just a bit shivery. And I had a sore throat this morning, but it's better now."

"Put some clothes on then!" she said, mimicking her own mother almost perfectly. 'What do you expect, stupid girl' she would have said. 'You're half dressed!' Lauren smiled before biting the thread and inspecting her work.

Another day passed before Lauren remembered that they had not had their passports returned. In fact, Lauren felt during those twenty-four hours as though she was floating, seemingly deaf to all conversation, purring like a cat staring at a lake of cream. Maria promised to phone her headquarters and spur them into progress, agreeing that their documents had indeed been missing for far too long.

Their daily schedule varied only slightly, principally because, although remote, the military regime of the army still controlled much of Maria's existence. They settled down to a diet of three meals interspersed with television, went to bed early and rose just in time for breakfast. Lauren thought almost continually of their house in Boquette, and of course of her parents. But the important parts of her life seemed to have crossed the Atlantic with her, and she had trouble even visualising her mother and father, a strange sensation.

After lunch, Emma (now with a raging cold, shivers and aches) and Jamie (a good fifteen feet away at all times) drifted into the lounge and fell into armchairs, joining Lauren, who had taken poll position and was slumped along the length of the old sofa.

She watched Maria crossing the garden outside, her hair once again tied tightly under her beret, her uniform clean and sharply pressed. She strode with purpose, crunching over the gravel path before opening the heavy front door. It caught Lauren's attention only because it was something that moved that didn't emanate from the television screen, and her pussy murmured in remembrance of their love-making. Lauren rolled onto her stomach, grinning inwardly as she waited expectantly for Maria to enter the lounge.

"Jamie, I need your help with the truck, can you spare me ten minutes?" she asked, turning to leave even before the last words had floated into the room. Lauren listened with pleasure, watching her lips moving, entranced by the flash of her tongue and the half smile as she closed her eyes before turning away. Her movements were lithe, cat-like, perfectly in tune with the suppleness of her body.

Jamie rose awkwardly, looking at Emma and Lauren as he walked self-consciously across the room. He closed the door noisily behind him, a muffled 'sorry' percolating through to the girls. Lauren looked enquiringly at Emma but received nothing in return. Innocence and the lack of a suspicious mind were endearing qualities, she thought. Emma curled her legs up underneath her bottom and returned her attention to the television, sniffing and wiping her nose with the back of her hand. Lauren wondered to herself, playing out the possible scenarios that might be unfolding as she lay there.

He trotted to catch up with Maria as they crossed the driveway. The truck was parked off the road on a small patch of gravel that was sometimes used as a passing place.

"We should change all the plugs today. Maintenance book says so. Every six months."

"Have you got the tools, then?" he asked, hoping that a few intelligent questions would reveal his depth of knowledge about motors and man's toys. He watched her as she swung up into the cab, her army trousers tight around her thighs as she stretched across the front seat for the instruction manual. Passing it down to him, she silently reached back for the tools and slid back to the ground. He noticed now how her blouse was open at the neck. He knew she hadn't been wearing a tie, but hadn't realised how far down her shirt he could see. She kneeled on the gravel with the book in front of her, giving him a healthy view of her bra and the tight breasts contained within. Jamie felt dizzy. Never before had he been offered such a sight. She moved again and he diverted his attention to the book, slowly allowing his eyes to wander from the text, over her arm and again down into that warm, inviting sanctuary beneath her blouse. A dark spot was just visible. Jamie guessed it may be her nipple, but had no idea where they would be in relation to her bra. She looked up irritably.

"What?" he asked.

"I said, 'Please hand me a plug spanner and an extention bar'" said Maria, bouncing upright. She fumbled under the bonnet and heaved the lid up, placing the support in the socket and testing it's safety. Once again, she leaned over, diving into the engine and allowing Jamie a view of the top of her breasts. For the sake of his heart rate, he pulled back, studying how the outline of her bra pushed against her blouse, showing the shoulder straps and the thin strap across the back, with the central clasp.

Slowly, but not too slowly of course, they changed out the spark plugs. The engine was mounted laterally which made it easy both to get at the plugs, and with one each side, for Jamie to stare down her front. He leaned against the side of the truck, stretching nosily as he guided the spanner, all the time rubbing his swollen cock against the warm metal of the vehicle. Occasionally, he looked up, fascinated by the sight of the woman's face, framed by her hair and beret, tiny beads of sweat gathering over her forehead and on her top lip. Grease marks had appeared where she had wiped herself. She looked so sexy, but he reminded himself that this wasn't a young girl. She was really old. Twenty five, maybe even older.

"This one's a bastard!" she said, grunting as she strained to remove the one furthest from the front of the vehicle. "Tell you what, come round here and let's both give it a go." Jamie stood beside her, cautious to remain a respectable distance from her. "Here, put your hand here, and I'll hold this bit. When I say so, pull, OK?"

He took up his position, standing awkwardly. She was closest to the engine, and he had to stand to one side, but pressed against her back. He could smell the mixture of oil, sweat and perfume as he took the strain.

"OK, pull!" Despite much noise and straining, the plug failed to turn. "Shit. Get right behind me, we'll both pull from the end of this stupid spanner. Ready?"

Jamie's embarrassment intensified. His stiff cock pushed against the zipper of his trousers, directly into the small of her back. He felt sure she must have noticed but thankfully made no comment.

"It's going. Careful now!" Her warning came too late as the spanner slipped and they both tumbled from the engine compartment to the ground.

Jamie nursed the back of his hand and the graze he had received from the bonnet lid. "Oh shit, are you OK?" she asked, inspecting the damage.

"Hmm, I'm OK." he said crossly. Blood oozed from between his fingers.

"We're done. Let's get you seen to. Follow me, we have a first aid kit in the laundry room." She zoomed off towards the house. The laundry room was surprisingly large, and he wondered why he hadn't known about it before. Probably because he had no reason to do any clothes washing.

"Sit here and I'll take a look." She curled her lip theatrically, pretending to faint as she peeled his hand away from the wound. She flashed him a smile, looked down and pronounced he would live. Her eyes were round, bright, her skin smooth and tempting. Greasy finger marks disappeared beyond the hair line. His gaze further down was rewarded once again. As she prodded at the cuts, he peered beyond the parted shirt, drinking in the sight of her firm breasts. Just as he felt his cock returning to it's seemingly permanent erection, she doused his hand and arm with cold water. Various ointments followed before she pressed a gauze pad against his hand and told him to hold still. "Give me you shirt"

"Uh?"

"Shirt. It's covered in blood. Give it to me and I'll get it washed. There's are other's upstairs, right?"

He undid the buttons carefully, trying to keep the pad on the wound. She slipped it off his shoulders and tossed it into the washing machine. To his amazement, she too flipped the buttons of her shirt, tugged it out from her waistband and threw it into the wash. To his utter dismay, his mouth dropped open as she turned.

"You'd got blood on mine as well! Come on, I've got some clean clothes upstairs. This way!"

Jeeze, thought Jamie, doesn't she ever slow down? Trotting behind her, they weaved through the back of the house, up a single step and into a large bedroom. A large bed occupied the corner from the door, it pale green cover decidedly out of keeping with the bright pink walls. A door led off on the right, presumably to a bathroom. She had a television, video player and an enormous collection of video tapes. Some were commercially boxed, while others were simply numbered. A kettle on her desk, with pictures of smiling people gave a homely feel.

"My room. Want a beer?" she asked, motioning him to the sofa.

"Er, yes, that would be great." In reality, Jamie knew it wouldn't be allright. Firstly, he found the taste of beer so bitter that it made him shudder. Wine was more acceptable to his palette. Secondly, he would want to go to the toilet. Five times at least, which might make Maria think he found the toilet more interesting than her. Or that he had a weak bladder. Thirdly, if he did want to urinate he couldn't because his cock was rock hard and was beginning to ache. But, the urge to see more of her won the day, and he took the bottle with a smile and tipped it back for a huge, man-sized swig.

"Shit!"

"What's up?"

"It's so fizzy!" he said, wiping his good hand over his trousers.

"Hey, just relax! Lean back, put your feet up, and let's talk." She dropped two shirts on the bed, and pulled out a new pair of trousers for herself. She slipped her trousers off and went through to the bathroom. Jamie heard water running and strained his neck to catch a glimpse of her as she washed her face. White knickers, very tight. Good legs, but not as nice as Lauren. He rubbed his cock through his trousers, now knowing that this may well be the time occasion that he would lose his virginity. The episode with Emma couldn't really be counted. After all, he still found it surprising to think that Lauren had actually gone and found them a condom. He had been convinced that she would first hit the roof, then send them to their rooms and call their parents. Replaying events for the thousandth time, he still couldn't be sure if she had held his cock as he entered his sister, but something told him that she had assisted in no small way. He rubbed himself again at the thought. Maria returned, toweling her hair. The dark shadow of her pubic hair was visible through her knickers.

"Emma and Lauren seem to be good friends, don't they?" she said, slipping onto the sofa, slightly nearer to him than before. He thought he felt the warmth of her body.

"Hmm. The nanny we had before was ancient!"

"What do you call ancient?" she asked, in mock annoyance.

"About forty"

"And how old do you think I am?" She turned to him, as if giving him the chance to do a thorough appraisal before answering.

"I don't know. Honest!" His embarrassment was obvious. She swung her legs round with the agility of a teenager and curled them underneath her bottom. "Twenty-six" Silence. Jamie knew that to open his mouth would mean certain ridicule because he could think of nothing to say. A pulse of cum traveled along his cock and emerged into the hot depths of his underpants. "It must be great for you to be alone in the house with two beautiful girls! All day and all night?"

"Hmm, it's OK." he shrugged. His heart beat heavily, thudding in his chest. Desperately, he tried to think of something to ask her, to tell her, so that he could turn and face her. "Swimming!" he said, swallowing almost half the contents of the beer bottle.

"What about swimming?" she asked, a professional air in her voice.

"They do a lot of swimming. Me too!"

"Bet you go skinny dipping, right?"

"What's that?"

"You know, naked. If there's only you three, it would be a great opportunity to swim with nothing on"

"Yeah, I do. The girls do when I'm not there, but they don't know I've seen them!"

"Weren't they worried they'd be caught?"

"No, it was early" Maria looked enquiringly. "Five in the morning" He swigged his beer again.

"How long did you watch them?"

He shrugged, convinced that Maria knew the damn answer anyway. "Half an hour, maybe more. They were swimming, giggling, chasing each other." The bottle was empty.

"Naked? At five in the morning?"

"Yeah. Touching. You know." 'Shit', he thought. 'Shit'.

"Hey, I know. I was their age once. We used to check each other out at school. Make sure we'd all got the same. Bet that turned you on, eh?"

Jamie smiled sheepishly. His heart raced in time with his throbbing cock. He shifted slightly, accepting another beer from Maria which appeared from nowhere. They clinked bottles and drank.

"Hey, it's OK to get turned on. At your age your body's very busy, developing, testing, growing." She paused, staring down at his bulge. Grinning, she went on. "Let me guess, they touched each other's breasts, right. Playing with each other's nipples?" Jamie nodded, recalling the full kiss on the mouth that had come from Emma rather than Lauren, and the way his sister had pulled herself out of the pool and stood at the edge, towering over Lauren. From his vantage point in the lounge he could see between her legs, her little lips proud, dripping with water, the smile on Lauren's face as she stared up and the squeal of joy as the little girl had dived in over her head.

He jumped nervously as Maria stretched her leg over his, her foot tracing a path from his knee along his thigh. He wondered if he should touch her leg, kiss her maybe. His cock ached badly now and the wetness that had seeped out was sure to show through his trousers at any time. Plucking up courage, he simply breathed deeply and pretended that he hadn't noticed her leg, inches from his groin.

"Where else?" she asked softly.

"Where else what?" 'Dumb stupid reply' he thought. "Er, you know. Down there as well" he said, nodding between her legs.

"You can say it. You can say 'They touched each other's pussy's'. Well of course they did, it's a wonderful feeling to have someone touch you there. I bet you like it when your girlfriend touches you there?"

Panic. Jamie prayed she wouldn't ask about his girlfriend. To admit to only having had sex once (with his sister) and to no girlfriend in the last year would bring any possible sex with the woman to an abrupt halt.