Chapter 1

School was yesterday, today is bloody early! Yesterday was 22nd July and today is before dawn. The family Citroen people carrier had been loaded the night before and everyone had got to sleep with difficulty with the bedside alarms set at 3am.

Mary and Brian Gray had thought long and hard about inviting Juliette's boyfriend Stephen along on the family holiday, but they had succumbed after several days thought to Julie's entreaties, and Stephen was even now emerging as bleary as everyone else from the spare bedroom. Boyfriend or not, Stephen was as uncommunicative as any teenage boy had a right to be at 3am. A grunt took a serious effort!

Juliette and Jessica, or more commonly Julie and Jess were equally befuddled at such an hour. At 15 years old, 3am does not exist as a time to get up. They were not at their best. The hair that was normally well coiffed hung lank and uncombed. Held in a bunch by a scrungie. Their shoulders hung and so did their breasts inside the simple white T shirts. Each girl had dragged the shirts round their shoulders as the baby doll nighties were discarded in an untidy heap on the floor of the bedroom they shared. The wispy garments would remain there for the next two weeks.

The two girls looked like the twins they were. They looked equally unfit to face the day. Normally one noticed the sparkling blue eyes first, then the peaches and cream skin of their faces and the mid blond hair that was cut to frame the delicate features of both faces. At 5ft 3 inches they turned heads singly and as a pair they were the centre of attraction, and they knew it.

These girls normally did everything in overdrive; but if they stayed still enough for long enough; then one noticed the still boyish figures with muscular contoured buttocks, thighs and calves, the tight stomachs and pert breasts.

"Drink up girls", Mary said. 10 minutes and we have to be on the road. A rush job on the toilet, a face wash of their clear complexions and teeth cleaning was all that 10 minutes allowed.

There wasn't time to notice Stephen much in the rush to get away or Mary and Brian's features in the dark of the early morning; but you will get to know them in time...

The people carrier had 7 seats, but two were lowered to get in all the suitcases and five bikes were clamped to a special frame on the back of the car. It was normally Brian's car that he used for commercial travelling, selling farm machinery.

Two hours later and they were leaving the M1 motorway and beginning to negotiate the notorious round London motorway the M25. Luckily they only had to travel half way round to get to the exit for the M2 and onwards to Ashford and the entrance to the Channel Tunnel.

By 7am the family were eating a late breakfast at one of the fast food restaurants that litter the Channel Tunnel terminal. It was poor fare and expensive, but better than nothing.

By 8.20 the car was loaded onto the train and at 9am the train slowed at the French terminal near Calais. The A26 leads on to the racetrack for lorry drivers called the A1, but conditions on the roads were reasonable and the family were able to reach the outer ring road round Paris by lunchtime. Every 2 hours Mary and Brian changed driver at one of the numerous Aires (Rest stops)on the Autoroutes. The A3 was OK, but traffic slowed through the A86 and A4, until they were back on open roads with the A6 and onto the A10 and finally onto the A71 for an overnight stop at a Campanille Hotel near Bourges.

Stephen and the girls had slept for most of the journey south to the channel but had found the rest of the journey very tedious even with plenty of CDs and games stored in the back of the car. It even had 12 volt sockets for gameboys and other games machines, but 13 hours of constant driving left everyone tired and a little tetchy.

Showers and a nap brought the group to 7pm local time and a trip through the old and beautiful city of Bourges to a restaurant for a sample of the delights of French cuisine. But they were really just en route and it was not an evening for exploration. By 11pm Stephen had been shunted off to his single room, and in the twin bedded rooms the only sound was of people deeply asleep.

The general consensus was that even 8am was a harsh time for departure, but better than 3am. Kilometres disappeared quickly at 130km/h on the autoroute and as the day wore on the air-conditioning kept everyone comfortable as outside temperatures climbed. Clermont-Ferrand saw the last of the plains and they were into the mountains of the Massif central. The big diesel pulled them along comfortably even up the steepest inclines.

It was only 11:30am when the car passed the fairytale town of St. Flour in the middle distance. There was no time for sightseeing in that part of France this year. The switchbacks entering Millau and the equally slow exit in heavy traffic was tiresome, but the view of the new viaduct that was nearing completion across the valley was amazing. Next year we can go over that for 5 Euros Brian told everyone whether they were listening or not.

Mary was driving as they descended from the mountains and took the new bypass to avoid Lodéve then on to Béziers, Narbonne and Carcassone still on the motorways. Past the towers and turrets of Carcassone and south, ever south to Limoux on more minor roads and finally into the mountains to the small town of Chalabre. This town was really more of a large village, and appeared more alpine that Pyrenean. Lots of wooden facades and colourful flowering window baskets with happy tourists filling the cafes and bars in the mountain sunshine.

Within the hour the owner of the gite had shown them the ropes of the home they had hired for the two weeks. They were also introduced to Madame's two daughters, one a pretty red headed girl of 16 called Marianne and the other, 14 and dark who answered to Josette. She looked out from under a lengthy fringe, but a practiced flick of the hair and a radiant smile demonstrated that she would be the real looker of the two girls.

The pool shared by the owners house and the gite looked particularly inviting after such a long time in the car and the three teens were happy to join Marianne and Josette in the pool shortly after their arrival. Stephen didn't know where to look when he saw that the two French girls were topless beside the pool and perhaps became even more disconcerted when Julie and Jess slipped off their tops as well. "Poor

Stephen - he doesn't know where to look", Julie joked.

"I know where to look", he replied, The view is fine from here but I am not sure how much you want me to look"

"As much as you like, 'Lover boy' " Julie replied as she and her sister bounced up and down in the water. Their teenage breasts jiggled entrancingly until he paddled over the few feet that separated them and ducked first Julie then Jess.

When the two girls rose to neck height in the water there were conspiratorial nods between them and as soon as winking, Stephen had been upended in the water and his trunks deposited unceremoniously on the side of the pool.

Marianne and Josette had watched these antics whilst holding onto the rail at the side. They had thought English boys and girls were reserved, but not these three apparently. They noticed the firm figures of the girls, but had more of an eye for Stephen. He had dark hair, but no body hair except for a neat puff of dark brown curls around his penis. His testicles were drawn up in the chill of the water but they had seen enough of an erection as his trunks were unceremoniously removed, to know that his penis would fill a teenage vagina very satisfactorily. The girls noticed also that he was slim at about 1m 70cm. And obviously looked after himself and exercised regularly.

Stephen caught Jess first and as she dived away from him her bikini bottoms stayed in his hand and the girl travelled on as naked as she was when she was born, and as Julie came up behind him to try to get her sister's bikini bottoms back she was promptly turned upside down and to get to the surface again to breathe, had to release her grip on her own bikini bottoms and swim away red faced like her sister.

The three really didn't mind being naked in the water and no one made any attempt to put their swimsuits back on. All five eventually ended up naked and the games of chase, diving and so on continued until 7pm when Mary called out from the gite window that dinner was ready and could they come in. Mary and Brian had been away for nearly two hours getting food stocked up from the local supermarket, so hadn't seen the afternoon's events unfolding. Mary's eyebrows were raised somewhat by the sight of the naked young people but, seeing them all so happy with their nudity decided to leave any comments well alone.

All five embraced chastely as they left the water for the evening, shrugged and held their costumes in their hands for the short journey back to their home or gite with a promise to meet again the following day at 10am.

Stephen and Julie arrived at the gite door completely naked with Jess in the same condition a few moments later. "I think we need you clothed for dinner." Brian mentioned as the three slipped past him on their way to bedrooms.

"OK, Dad" echoed down the hall with a stifled teenage giggle from the bedroom the girls shared.

By 7.45pm the five were sitting down to a meal of salad with sliced saucisson, then bought quiches and vegetables, followed by yoghourts. A glass of local red wine each brought out the colour in the young peoples' cheeks.

"So why the nudity? Asked Brian after the meal was ended and the family was watching the sunset over the mountain peaks from their patio.

Julie was always the forward one of the two twins. Laughing, she said that she was concerned that Stephen might no be able to tell which girl was which and since Jess had a mole on her left breast and she didn't. It seemed obvious to strip off to save him getting confused."

"I don't believe a word of it" Brian followed, smiling. "What are your mother and I supposed to do when we want a swim with you five prancing about in the altogether?"

Why don't you ask Madam Harcourt what is acceptable to her? Jess answered?

"OK. We will. I have got to pop round later and ask her about bread deliveries and other things so I will ask about her opinions as to nudity round the pool.

After tidying up the family decided to go far a walk into the town to enjoy their first evening in the warm evening air of the Midi. They knocked on the door of Madam's home and Marianne opened the door with a slice of pizza in one hand and wearing only a grin.

"Come in", she said. Maman is in the kitchen. Maman was indeed in the kitchen and was as naked as her daughter. She put down the piece of pizza she was eating, and had to wipe off a few drops of tomato sauce that had landed on her breasts before welcoming all five into her large farmhouse style kitchen.

Brian and Stephen noticed the taught skin of a woman who looked after herself. There was no droop in her large breasts, but non-tanning skin and freckles meant that she didn't have the tan of most French people from the south.

"Sit down she said, and have a glass of wine" in very good English. Josette arrived at that moment and grabbed 5 glasses out of a cupboard before adding a liberal amount of local red wine to each.

"How are you settling in? Certainly the children seem to have become friends quickly." She added with a smile.

"We came in to ask about your feelings about nudity round the pool, as well as bread delivery times... but I think you may have answered our first question already", he laughed. "So when does the bread van come? and what do we call you apart from Madame Harcourt? I don't think I could be formal if I am talking to a naked person. It seems too silly."