Chapter 2

Morning started at 6.30ish when the sun came up. Local vignerons were out tending the vines shortly afterwards - but there was little sign of activity from either house or gite until 9.30am. The temperature was already in the high 20s and Stephen crept out of bed to see that had had actually been sleeping with his girlfriend and not her sister. After a quick visit to the bathroom he walked quietly to the pool with a towel and slipped in as naked as he had been since early the previous evening.

Some minutes later Jess joined him. Yes it was, because he swum over and there was that mole on her naked breast. "Sleep well" he said. "Yes, like a log - particularly after your careful handling!" she replied. "Mum and dad were still at it when I went to the loo at 1am. She will be very sore and a bit bow legged this morning. But her grin will make up for it!"

"Your parents are very uninhibited" he commented. "I like that in parents; but do they teach you about lovemaking or involve you girls in any way?"

Jess, thought for a moment trying to decide whether to comment on what was really a private family matter. "They have always made it clear to Julie and I that the bedroom door was open and if we wanted to come in and see what was going on then there was no reason why not. Several years ago Julie and I went in after Sex Education classes at school and went in. After watching for some minutes Mum and Dad talked to us about what we had seen. Since then I haven't been in and I don't think Julie has either."

Julie arrived a few minutes later with towel in hand wearing only a smile. "Morning all. Hope you both slept well."

Stephen swam over and gave his girlfriend a kiss. His hands seemed very busy under the water and soon Julie had a very serious look on her rather flushed face. She deliberately looked away from her sister who was trying to keep a straight face. Some minutes of activity brought a loud guttural cry deep from within Julie's chest.

Shutters were flung open and the two French girls hung out of the first floor window with their breasts hanging over the window ledge like four ripe lemons and called out "C'était le cri d'une bête sauvage?"

"A savage beast", Jess replied, looking a little worried - then looked at her sister slumped in Stephen's arms. "Well maybe it was a bit of a savage beast."

Two minutes later the owners of the four breasts that had been hanging so delightfully, ran across the grass to the pool with those selfsame breasts jiggling wonderfully. 32B thought Stephen, without having the faintest knowledge of whether he was right or not - but that was English sizes. What would that be in French sizes? He didn't know and didn't care. Keeping all those breasts covered up was almost a crime as far as he was concerned. Now there were two in the hand and six in the bush. Well perhaps not, in the bush, not yet anyway! Perhaps it was truer, to say that there were four hands in the bush, and four breasts in the hand and because Jess, Marianne and Josette were sitting so close together in a circle it was not easy to tell whose hand was in which bush and which hand was on which breast. But the flush of faces and upper torsos meant that no one really cared whose hand was where, as long as everyone had harmless fun.

During this exhibition of girlish troilism Stephen's erection went from obvious to painful as might be imagined and Julie took him in hand. Marianne had the presence of mind as she approached her climax to shout across to Julie that spunk set in the acidified water of the pool and it clogged up the pool filter; so not to ejaculate into the pool. It didn't occur to either teen to ask Marianne how she knew that coagulated spunk clogged up the pool filter - nor how much of the said matter was required to do the job; but the idea that the pool had been the site of some fairly hefty orgies in the past did not escape them. In fact Stephen had to be finished off on the grass at the side of the pool in full view of the other girls. His ejaculate landed in a rope of droplets on the grass. It was a bounty of proteinaceous food for several hundred ant larvae that day, but neither Julie or Stephen were aware of that, and probably would have cared little had they known.

When the four teens went looking for breakfast, they found that Mary and Brian had already gone into town looking for depilation strips, razors and small scissors. All four stayed in the gite and made coffee to go with the croissant that their parents had left when the bread van had called. Jess was always the clumsier of the two twins and getting strawberry jam covered croissant into her mouth between the giggles proved to be awkward. A large lump of strawberry jam stayed stuck on one nipple after falling from her breakfast. She got up to wipe it off with a J-cloth but Julie said, "Don't waste it, Stephen will lick it off." And so he did. Then he licked raspberry jam off Julie's breast, and blackcurrant off Marianne's breast and plum jam off Josette's breast. It became a competition to see who could hold the largest lump of jam on an erect nipple until Stephen got round to licking it off.

"Enough, he said, I have eaten enough jam for a week. I feel quite sick of it.! So the girls practised a little amongst themselves until they were equally satiated by jam and had to have showers to remove the sticky residue. It was inevitable that each teen asked at least one other to test, to see if all the jam had been removed. It seemed to take a lot longer than expected to check thoroughly, and sometimes had to be checked a second time just to be sure!

I think it will be safe to sunbathe for an hour or so, Marianne said, with suncream of course so the five naked youngsters pulled sunbeds together applied suncream liberally and just absorbed each other's company along with the sunshine. Little talk and even less action.

Mary and Brian returned shortly afterwards loaded down with materials from the local parapharmacy and prizes for everyone who entered the contest pencilled in for later that afternoon. They were hot and rather sweaty and once everything had been put away, they also headed for the pool.

The youngsters waved in response to Mary and Brian's greetings and got into the pool together. After a short swim their movements became more intimate and after some minutes Julie had the presence of mind to call across to her parents. "Don't leave any spunk in the pool. The sterilising agent sets it hard and it blocks up the pool filter."

Mary looked rather flushed at that revelation. She asked herself the question, and then whispered to Brian; "How do they know that semen is set like rubber by the pool cleaner and how do they know that it blocks up the filter... and how much spunk does it take to block up a filter?"

Julie could see the look on her mother's face at this information. "I don't know she said. I wondered how much, but thought it impolite to ask."

Marianne looked across and, understanding the question replied. "It happens all the time when our friends come round." All the English visitors raised their heads from the sun loungers at this comment; raised their eyebrows in unison and said nothing - but just smiled, mostly to themselves, but sometimes to each other.

By midday the sun was just too hot to be out in comfortably and everyone went inside for lunch if they felt like it or for a rest or to chat in the air-conditioned cool of their rooms.

Brian and Mary were susurrating gently within minutes as was Julie, but Stephen and Jess were sitting in the lounge drinking cold panaché (Beer shandy). Stephen knew it was Jess because of the mole on her breast but there was no other way of telling.

"How do you tell us apart when we are dressed Stephen?"

"I don't, I just have to take your word on it."

"Do, you remember the visit to the Gaumont to see the latest Men in Black film?"

"Yes, I remember the film and the session Julie and I had afterwards very well."

"How do you know it was with Julie?" Jess asked with a broad grin on her face.

"It wasn't you was it?" Stephen asked incredulously, colouring up as he remembered the things he and 'Julie' had done on the park bench on the way home from the cinema.

"Well, Julie had her period on that day and didn't feel like doing much as she has horrid cramps. We didn't want to disappoint you, so I went instead. It was me that was quite sore the following morning. Not Julie."

"How many times have you two done this to me" Stephen asked. Well, you have been out with each of us about an equal number of times I think" she laughed. "You remember the incident of the broken knicker elastic? Well, that one was me."

"You nearly caught us out when you got inside a front opening bra on the way to a party and found a clasp at the back during the party. That was Julie's quick thinking. We swapped partners and dresses half way through the evening and compared notes later."

The next question had to be the ultimate one. "Who did I make love to three weeks ago?"

"That was Julie", Jess answered. I am still virgo intacto. I wouldn't make love to Julie's boyfriends unless we agreed to share the boy equally."

"What have you agreed to, regarding me." Stephen asked with a very strong mixture of emotions.

"At the moment, you are Julie's boyfriend, but we share most things equally and she hasn't objected to when we have had dates without you knowing."

"How do you feel about this, Jess. This sharing of a boyfriend."

She thought for a moment then answered. "Our tastes in boys are much the same as our tastes in everything else. If you hadn't become Julie's boyfriend. I would have made it fairly obvious that I was interested in you. Having one boyfriend makes a lot of sense to us as long as everyone is happy about the arrangement."

"How do you know I would be happy about this arrangement? I did not know what was happening?"

"What we have done so far is just heavy petting. You have crossed a particular bridge with Julie taking her virginity three weeks ago. If I go out with you, you will expect the same from me. It makes all the difference now. Before, we could keep it amongst the two of us. Now we have to involve you."

"So, why are we having this conversation now, Jess?"

"Well, after last night where we all slept together and I had watched you being tossed off, Julie and I had a chat. She is quite happy to share you for the time being. The consequence of that is that the duty of deflowering me falls to you" Julie will make sure she 'sleeps' for another hour or so and there is a clean bed in your room. I am ready if you are"

Stephen was obviously very ready, so Jess grabbed his very erect penis and guided him willingly to his room where the deflowering was to take place. The fact that Julie was sitting in the armchair waiting for them raised one or two questions in Jess's and Stephen's minds.

"I wouldn't miss this between the two people who are closest to me. Ignore me even if I cry", she said.

Jess looked at Stephen, Stephen looked at his erection that rose even more proudly at the prospect of an audience, then back as Jess. Nodded to her and lay flat on his back on the bed. Jess kissed her sister and allowed her hand to drift across both very erect nipples before joining Stephen on the bed.

Stephen went about the foreplay with the enthusiasm of the journeyman rather than the master craftsman. His enthusiasm was matched by Jessica's primal need. Her closed eyes, swolled labia, clitoris and nipples and rosaceous chest advertised her arousal. Stephen's diligence was rewarded by Jessies climax. A low growl emerged unbidden form her lips.

Julie moved from her chair to the side of the bed for a better view and Jessies rasping voice said "Now!"

Seconds later Julie guided Stephen's penis into her sister's vagina, then massaged his testicles and her clitoris as Stephen probed for Jess's hymen. A muffled shriek told all three that he had found the spot and that as that sheet parted and he passed the spot, the sheets were spotted.

So Jess had passed into womanhood, and after a very few seconds more Stephen had bathed Jess's cervix in his semen. At the same instant she climaxed for a second time and wrapped her legs convulsively round Stephen's hips holding him inside her for as long as possible.

About 30 minutes later all three teens were still on the bed having a group hug. Jess had lost her virginity with enough noise to temporarily waken her parents. Julie's cry out at her own climax was equally felt, even if it was the response to her fingers' ministrations.

... but time and tide wait for no man and the banging of a gong signified the start of the family challenge. Arranged on the sunbeds by the pool Brian had arranged depilation strips, razors and shaving foam as well as fine scissors. The three teens got up in a leisurely fashion, washed thoroughly and trooped down to the pool to see Brian, Mary, Marianne and Josette already there. Jeanne made sure she translated the instructions accurately to her daughters.

The rules were as follows. Who trimmed who was to be chosen by lot. "We didn't agree to go by lots," Julie said.

How would you arrange it better, then, Brian asked his daughter. "I thought we would be able to choose who we went with", she replied.

"If you think about it", her father explained, "there would be too many people without obvious partners. This way is fairer."

There was a nod of agreement, even if some of the teens were rather uncomfortable with the notion of giving a Brazilian to an adult.

"Right", announced Brian. Everyone takes a card from the pile to show who they are giving a Brazilian to, but before we start Jeanne will demonstrate how to use the depilation strips. Jeanne removed all the hair round Mary's labia and anus with the strips. Clearly Mary was very uncomfortable with the treatment but was delighted with the result when the hair had all been removed. It should be much easier for the girls Jeanne said in both languages because your hair is much finer. "Brian, you will find it rather uncomfortable I feel. "Would you prefer me to do the clean up of your anus and groin before the trim proper?"

"Yes", Brian said rather uncertainly having seen his wife's discomfiture.

Julie had chosen a card with Jess's name on it, and Jess was trimming her father, and the look on her face was classic at this opportunity for a little intimacy. Marianne had chosen Mary, and Brian, Marianne. Josette had chosen Stephen and Stephen, Josette and finally Mary had chosen Julie, her daughter.

Right, said Brian. Half an hour to trim the first group, then we change over.

Jess spent a good deal of time holding her father's engorged penis out of the way, in case she cut him she said; but no one believed her!

Josette, was rather reticent to start work on Stephen's patch of hair and his obvious erection did not help. Josette laughed every time she had to push his penis out of the way to get the job done. Each time she pushed it, it obviously jumped back to its previous position. In the end, Josette had to rest the engorged penis under her chin to get access to Stephen's patch of unruly hair.

Josette's hair was very fine and Stephen made her giggle by blowing on the hair away as he trimmed it. "Tu me chatouilles mon clitoris.", she whispered "Je me sens une autre jeunne fille"

"I hope you like me tickling you there" Stephen whispered. I think you are enjoying this as much as I am.

It was rather impractical with seven people, but some trimmers did not take their full half hour, and in the end seven neatly trimmed Brazilians graced seven groins. As a final stage, Jeanne came out with some hair gel and glitter. After applying the hair gel to the sculptures, glitter was applied liberally to the neat patches and all was ready for judging by Jeanne.

In the end Brian sported a top hat. Jess said it was to show that he was the man of the family, but it had been easy to trim after Jeanne had removed all the excess hair, and Jess had enjoyed touching he father intimately much more than the actual trim. He had noticed the dreamy look in her eye as she handled his magnificent manhood. She had stroked it gently all the time she had trimmed the excess hair away and couldn't help wondering what it would feel like if it had been Brian's penis that had penetrated her hymen rather than Stephen's.

Julie knew of her sisters recent entry to womanhood of course and had trimmed a heart into her sister's hair. Marianne had made a really good effort with Mary, and a pair of small coloured balloons was the result with plaited hair stretching from Mary's vulva as the strings.

Brian obviously enjoyed touching Marianne intimately and Marianne seemed to like to attention she received if the moisture that glistened in the sunlight oozing from her vagina was anything to go by, but Brian was not very creative with Marianne's sparse red hair and the small neat rectangle was all he could manage.

Stephen and Josette supported a matched theme. He had a disc coloured gold with glitter, representing the sun and Josette carried a crescent moon coloured silver.

When it came to the judging Jeanne gave first prize to Marianne for her balloons and joint second prize to Stephen and Josette. The prizes were vouchers to spend on cosmetics or toiletries and everyone agreed that the prizes were deserved. Stephen and Josette hugged and for the first time Stephen noticed the sharp little breasts pushing forcefully into his chest, as the girl bit his earlobe with some force! "Ouch!", he protested, but Josette just bounced away with a giggle and a pout.

The sun was beginning to set as food appeared almost miraculously. Obviously Jeanne had been working hard whilst all the trimming and sculpting was going on. Bottles of wine were in evidence on every table and Mary, Brian and Jeanne seemed to be drinking very well; even to excess. Once or twice the children looked across questioning to their parents' table as third and fourth bottles were discarded.

After the meal was cleared away, the five teens again returned to the girls' den and when the yawns started and the CDs began to pawl at 11.30pm they returned to the lounge to find their parents missing and suspicious noises coming from Jeanne's bedroom.

Fingers were put to lips to maintain silence as all five teens crept back upstairs.

"What do you think of that." Julie was the first to speak. "I thought there was something going on with them all trying to get Dutch courage" Jess agreed. Marianne looked quite content at the events of the evening, but the fact that her mother was part of a threesome was clearly distressing to Josette. Stephen gave her hand a squeeze and a few words of support in the best French he could muster.