Chapter 2

I heard a slurping noise coming from underneath the sheets and warmth around my cock as I was awoken slowly. I looked down to see two little eyes peeping back, and I grinned.

"Now you are awake," Sarah muttered and disengaged herself from my cock and spun her legs over mine to present me with her glabrous pussy. I was still shaking the sleep from my eyes when my tongue touched her moist slit and Sarah mewed.

"Ahh, that's nice," she purred and my hands instinctively drew circles along her teenage body, before cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples with my fingers. She grunted and groaned appreciatively as my tongue slid down her moist runway, and I felt a warm mouth re-engage with my cock, slurping gently.

I tasted and adored Sarah's sweet scent and worked my tongue over her hole and towards her rear; she shrieked and glanced down at me. "Not there," she hissed, and I flicked her clitoris. "Oh there," she panted and started touching my testicles.

Sarah's began to gently rock back and forth and then grunted loudly. "I want you," she breathed and moved forward before facing me. "I want you again."

I couldn't help but beam and Sarah lay down next to me, opening her arms with a grin. I moved myself on top of my girlfriend, by cuddling her and my erect cock slid along her runway. Sarah's eyes melted as I gently moved forward and she sighed dramatically. "Oh there," she muttered as I gently pushed forward and began a gentle, steady pace of rocking back and forth.

Sarah gazed at me lustfully, and we kissed before I nuzzled her ear. Sarah was grunting and panting; the headboard was gently knocking against the wall, and Sarah instinctively grabbed it.

I felt a building desire and pumped powerfully into her hole, before I flooded Sarah's insides with my semen with a satisfied grunt and a smile for my lovely girlfriend.

Sarah grinned at me as we got up and wiped herself clean. "Good morning, Miss Bailey" I told her in a formal voice and got a "Good Morning, Master Williams" in return. "I don't suppose you would still have the energy for a morning swim, my good lady?" I asked, and Sarah nodded, desperately trying not to laugh as her naked boyfriend spoke in a silly voice.

We walked into the pool to see three naked bodies already fooling around. Rhea was dunking Simon in the water, but she stopped when she saw us. "You finished?" Rhea asked, and I stared at her in confusion. "Your door isn't very soundproof," she added, and I spluttered. "And the banging headboards. It's like a brothel down here."

Dad grinned. "S'ok. You're sixteen now," he replied, and I squeezed Sarah's hand. She gave me a peck on the cheek as we climbed into the pool and Simon gasped as we got in, desperately breathing in air; Rhea had been holding him under again.

"Rhea," I called and spoke down to her. "Leave him alone. What has he done to you?"

Rhea released him and allowed him to come to the surface. "Nothing. That's the problem. No kisses, no hugs, no cuddles, nothing. He came into see me and I got fuck all."

I looked at my girlfriend with a raised, quizzical eyebrow. "I think someone's jealous," I said in a teasing voice, and Rhea spluttered.

"In a way yes," she said firmly, gesturing with her hands as she spoke. "Because, even though you think with your cock and you are a total twat, you go dippy-eyed over her. He doesn't," Rhea shouted.

"I got kisses, hugs and cuddles," Sarah teased. "It ... was ... wonderful!"

"And you got fucked not fuck all, I know. I heard," Rhea responded. "But I'd get more love from the Ice Princess."

"Ice Princess?" Sarah asked, and I mouthed "Isabella" in return. "Dad's step-daughter."

"And to be honest, he says he loves me, he just needs to show it."

Simon looked at me and Sarah. "But she gets annoyed if I get clingy. I can't win."

"Fuck sake, it's not about winning," Rhea said in an animated voice and splashed him. "Bloody told you that before."

I spoke to Simon. "I know how you feel," I told him with a grin. "I can't win either," I said and pushed away from the side of the pool.

"I've told you it's not about winning, either of you" Rhea replied, and I glanced over at Dad hovering; he had barely said anything. I looked at my scowling sister, swam over to her, even though it was only a few feet deep. "What are you doing?" Rhea asked and I put my hand on her naked body before throwing her backwards into the water. She yelled, gasped as she went under and swam back to the surface, her eyes full of steely determination.

"I'll get you," she said and came back towards me. Simon, Sarah and Dad were treated to the sight of Rhea and myself trying to out-wrestle each other in a few feet of water. "I wish I'd had you in the mud pit," Rhea screamed as she came up for air. Dad shouted at us to be careful, and to calm down, but I saw Rhea's eyes glowing with excitement and determination; she was not going to calm down.

She was strong for her size, but her real strength wasn't brute force but agility and cunning. As I tried to grip her, she brought her legs around and swiped mine from underneath me and then she held me under the water as I sprawled backwards.

Of course, thanks to the strip poker night, we had all seen each other naked before, but Dad averted his eyes as Sarah got out of the pool; I think he saw her reticence the previous day and was now acting gentlemanly because of it, but he didn't need to: Sarah was as much of an exhibitionist as anyone I knew.

"Oi," Rhea shouted at Simon as the door closed in front of her. "Don't you know it's gentlemanly to hold the door open for a young lady? Unless I'm on the bog and then its just plain kinky."

Dad laughed at Rhea, and she waited for her boyfriend to backtrack on the other side of the closing door and open it for her. She turned and kissed him, her hand gently stroking his member as she did and then walked through it.

"When have you been a young lady?" I asked, and Rhea glared at me. "Surely an ogre would a better description," and Rhea puffed up her chest and raised her finger at me.

"Don't," she warned.

I watched as Dad walked through the door and then gave a titter. "You remember what Rhea is like, don't you?"

Dad nodded, and Sarah and I ducked into our room. Sarah pushed me onto the bed the moment we got in, and she knelt down and ran her tongue over my head, watching as I groaned. She smiled as she ran her tongue around the sensitive glans and then bobbed up and down, running her tongue underneath my shaft and along the ridge.

I felt the pressure build and, warning Sarah, could hold out no longer. I clenched my fists, grunted, closed my eyes and then felt a surge of semen squirt out and enter Sarah's mouth. She waited for my cock to finish erupting, and she used her mouth to gently caress the last of my juices out of my leaking cock onto her tongue and then looked at me, showing me the small lake of cum before making an exaggerated motion to swallow.

"Breakfast creamy as ever," she cooed with a grin and pounced on top of me, kissing me. I could detect a slight taste of something foreign as I did when Abi kissed me after a blow-job, but I ran my hands over Sarah's smooth back and cupped her pert ass to purring from my teenage, lustful lover.

It was a nice day in the Lakes, and I asked Dad if I could borrow the canoes after breakfast. The long sloping grassland from the house met the small lake for around 100 metres of private shoreline and, built a few metres from the waters edge, was an old hut.

Dad had happily given me the key and the four of us (as Rhea had invited herself and Simon) bounded down to the lakeside. I was dressed in the only pair of shorts I had I brought. Rhea wanted to have the "big boat", a four man wooden dinghy that took three of us to carry down to the lakeside while Rhea carried the paddles. I held the boat steady while Simon and her climbed in, it rocking as she shifted her small weight inside the vessel.

"Oi," shouted Sarah and ran back down to the shore with life jackets. "You should wear them."

Simon and Rhea looked at each other. "But we aren't going to fall in," Rhea replied instantly, and I had to try hard to suppress a giggle.

"I'm sure everyone says that," I replied and passed her first life jacket. Rhea moaned, partly because of the jacket was cold and rough, because it "smelt", because it was the wrong colour to go with her jogging bottoms, but mostly because Rhea was Rhea, and moaning was what Rhea spent her entire life doing.

There was no such theatrics as Sarah, and I carried out one man kayaks to the shore line, wearing the red life jackets and climbed in. I held Sarah's vessel as she settled herself and then pushed her into the smooth water.

It took me a couple of minutes to catch up with Sarah, and Rhea was half way across the lake. She had come up with a novel approach to boating, with Simon pulling on both paddles as she barked orders that echoed up the basin.

The lake had a protrusion of land half way along it that went into the middle of the water, and I had to change course to avoid it. As we got closer, we saw a number of fisherman getting ready to embark on a boat on the opposing bank who did not appear to be happy to see us, and I called for Rhea to come back towards Mountain View.

Rhea ignored me, and instead set about navigating her boat closer to the anglers still barking out "in-out-in-out-put your back into it-in-out, you slimy worm" instructions at her boyfriend.

By the time we had got to back, I was deliberately flicking water at Rhea and Simon with my paddle. I was a lot more agile in my tiny kayak and could twist and turn quickly in the water where as Rhea was a lot less nimble. Having spent most of her last few years winning fights with people bigger than her, mostly due to her agility, she should have appreciated this tactic far more than she did. Eventually Rhea demanded a race and we lined up by the tombolo, racing towards the forest.

Sarah called for us to "go" and I set about paddling as hard as I could and raced away into an early lead. Rhea, had taken one of the paddles from Simon, purely because she thought she could go faster than he could manage and their boat was not going in a completely straight line with their uncoordinated paddling. Sarah passed the struggling Rhea, and set about trying to catch me.

Sarah had a lot of lower body strength – the football ensured that, but most of the work was done in arms as well as the thighs and while my rapid start meant I slowed down as I neared the forest at the top of the lake, Sarah had to worry as much about Rhea and Simon catching her up.

I felt the familiar sound of the kayak hitting the shore, and held my paddle aloft, turning around to see Sarah a few feet further back. Rhea and Simon had got their act together, and it would be a tight finish, they were neck and neck with my girlfriend. I saw Rhea look across, and deliberately jab her paddle into Sarah's cockpit and push down.

The effect of the wobbling kayak was instant: Sarah lurched to the side, and her shifting weight tipped the small boat over, capsizing it and dunking Sarah into water.

I swore at Rhea and pushed away, in front of Rhea's boat, but Sarah had emerged from the water and stood up in the lake, the water coming to her bosom. "What the fuck were you thinking of?" I shouted at my sister who was smiling in her boat.

"We came second," she crowed, and I picked up my oar over my head as Sarah spat out some water.

I threatened Rhea with the paddle and her facial expression changed immediately. She decided to push off from the bank into the lake as I glared at her. Sarah got onto the sandy beach. "Are you OK?"

Sarah nodded, looking out towards Rhea. "Yeah. Just a bit of a shock," she said. I'm gonna dry off in the house," she said, and I pulled her boat towards me.

"I'll take it," I told her and watched as she scrambled up the tiny sandy beach to the path that encircled the lake and ran along the coastline. It was difficult to take Sarah's kayak as well as my own, but I just about managed it. Rhea, wisely kept a distance away, and kept watching from the other side of the lake as I pulled both our kayaks up to the small shed.

I sent Sarah into the house, the wet T-Shirt making it clear that she was not wearing a bra, and I smiled as the cold October made her nipples prominent through the thin white cotton. She saw me looking at her chest and gave me a playful look. "Go," I told her as I felt the wind touch my bare arms. "I'll put these away."

It took five minutes to put the kayaks, oars and life jackets away although I left Sarah's life jacket on the window sill to drain and dry before stacking them on the hook. Rhea and Simon were busy paddling around the anglers, currently in the middle of the lake with their lines over the side of their boat, and Rhea was clearly annoying them by getting too close.

Half of me wanted to see Rhea tipped into the water by an irate fisherman, but I thought of the naked, soaking wet Sarah and locked the door, before sprinting back to the house.

"Is Sarah OK?" Dad asked the moment I entered through the French doors by the pool.

"She's fine. That fucking sister of mine, she goes too far," I moaned and gave Dad the key to the boathouse. Dad winced as I spoke and then I turned to him, holding out my arms in exasperation. "She dumped Sarah into the water just because she was going faster than her."

Dad pursed his lips and looked at me. "I remember a year or so ago, you tipped Paula into the lake because she was name-calling," he replied with a wry smile.

"Yeah, not in October," I said but immediately felt threatened by the implied accusation. Was I being overly sensitive towards Sarah being mistreated by my corybantic sibling? Dad hummed and walked out of the door, and I skipped into the pool room and walked along the side until I reached the shower room in the corner.

Sarah smiled at me as I stepped over her clothes and she pulled me under the warm water, my T-Shirt getting soaked but saying nothing. I stared into her deep blue eyes and smiled, kissing her on the cheeks and holding her naked body.

"I'm fine," she whispered and pressed together. "But it would be better if you were naked."

I sighed and stripped off, throwing my soaking wet clothes outside of the little shower cubicle and smiled at her. "Better?"

"Much better," she giggled and put her warm hands around me. We kissed again, and she tilted her head, before allowing me to press her body against the cool tiles. She gasped and looked down at my rapidly inflating member, licking her lips and looking coyly at it.

We took turns at lathering each other and then washing the flowery shower gel from our bodies. I rubbed my hands over her body and then pulled her into my arms as I washed her back.

She slipped her hand down my sides and kissed me, her tongue massaging mine as she slipped a hand over my erect cock. I groaned, and she smiled at me as she pumped it gently.

I gasped and closed my eyes, enjoying the luscious feelings in my member and felt her breasts and then her mound. Her breathing changed slightly as I felt around her slit, and then pressed against her button. She flinched, and I felt guilty, but she grunted and threw her head back into the stream of warm water, and I circled her slit with my fingers.

Sarah grunted and then started pumping my cock, sliding her wet hand down to the base of my dick and twisting it as she came up. The slippery handjob felt wonderful, and I pressed harder and harder against her.

She was panting and turned in the steamy shower: she was getting most of the warm water but the cubicle was warm and I didn't care. She put her hands on the wall and looked behind her. "Ahh ... go on."

I gulped as she slid her hands down the little handle in the shower so her rear was pushed outwards and she looked sexily at me. I moved behind her, and grabbed her waist, slowly sliding my cock in between her thighs, catching her clitoris and I felt her hand stuffing my member into her hole.

It hurt slightly as she positioned it, but we both groaned into the steam as I took long strokes into her. My back was pressed against the other wall while the water cascaded onto Sarah's back and rolled down into my crotch. I slapped her rear against my waist as I rocked back and forth; it felt wonderful.

I gasped into the humid air and used her waist to pivot into her. She told me, between squeals, to stop digging my fingers in as it hurt, and I moved my hands further up and increased my pace.

Sex with Sarah was special as we were connected as friends as well as lovers and she grunted and groaned as I ploughed into her pussy, in an upright, "doggy-style" position. It felt weird to be doing it somewhere so public and yet so intimate, but I knew we could be "discovered" at any time and I pushed harder and harder into my girlfriend.

Sarah writhed under my touch as I rammed my cock into her and I felt her soft, velvety glove grip my stiff member; she was teasing my cock, but I was nearing my orgasm and closed my eyes, feeling the familiar feeling in my loins. I groaned and pushed in faster and harder, desperate to heighten the eruption when it came.

Sarah could feel it as she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me as I slapped her ass, gripped her waist and thrust forward, holding my cock inside her as several spurts of semen were pumped into her.

She smiled at me gently rocking back and forth and waited for me to disengage from her. "I love sex in the shower," she whispered and then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "But it makes such a mess of me."

I laughed and she cleaned herself again, before shutting off the water and leading me across the cold rooms back to our bedroom. We were both naked, and we could hear the voices of Rhea and Simon, but this did not deter my crazy girlfriend as she pushed me on the bed and looked at me. "You didn't come," I told her, and she bit her lip.

"I never come in the shower," she replied, which given that all the other sex she would have had in such a place would have been with Kevin was surely a slight on her ex rather than on the practice of steamy intercourse, but she pulled out Eric from her drawer before I could make this point.

Eric – the smooth six-inch red vibrator – was Sarah's favourite possession, and she passed it over longingly. "You know I love it when you do ... you know."

I smiled at the soaking wet girl, and she tied up her hair in a towel before allowing me get up and then throw her onto the bed. She giggled as she fell down onto the duvet and I took a towel and slid it underneath her rear. She giggled expectantly as I did and I kissed her labia before turning on the red sex toy.

Sarah closed her eyes and took a deep breath as the gentle buzzing made contact with her skin. She gave a small sigh and allowed me to push it into her hole, less than five minutes after my cock was spewing semen into her in the same place. There was little resistance, although her body was still glistening and I slowly twisted the vibrator round inside her vagina.

She was making slight mewing sounds, and I moved my mouth to the top of her slit and began poking her crack with my tongue to find her clitoris. She gasped and groaned as I adopted an in-out motion where the sex toy rotated inside of her, and I flicked and sucked on her pearl.

I felt her legs quiver and she waved her arms around before gripping the bed. She was gasping and panting, groaning loudly and shouting obscenities at me. "Ya love Eric?" I asked her, and she nodded before screaming that she did. I turned her vibrator up to the highest level, and she turned slightly in the bed with a long, drawn out groan. I sucked on her clit and flicked it relentlessly with my tongue causing her to grunt, mew, writhe and then erupt into a loud, screaming climax.

Her legs shook and wrapped around my head as the vibrator poked her faster than every along the bottom of my chin. "Oh my God!" Sarah screeched and sank into the bed, and then held her breath before whimpering loudly; Sarah never orgasmed quietly.

I gave her a few seconds to recover and then slowly licked at her crack again and pushed the vibrator back into her on low. She bucked violently, but I looked at her, and she smiled back. I think she saw a sense of mischievous lust in my eyes or was placated by my genuine grin and allowed me to eat her out to another orgasm while Eric buzzed in her sex. She groaned and squealed even louder than before and writhed on the bed relentlessly. I felt her loins quiver as her groaning peaked and she looked back at me exhausted and cried out.

Sarah pushed the vibrator away and opened her bedside drawer, throwing me a small tube of lubricant. "Try anal?" She asked, and I nodded; I was almost speechless, it had been months since Abi and I had had anal sex and Sarah licked her lips. "I've wanted to try it for ages."

I remember Abi telling me to lubricate both "the pole and the hole generously" and I squirted some of the cold gel onto her bud. Sarah shivered and I pushed it in before putting some of the cold gel on my member and lining up against her.

I remembered having to go slow, but Sarah accepted my cock easily. I spoke to her about telling me to go slower if it was uncomfortable, but she told me it was "nice" and I just forged ahead. It was a very different feeling from normal intercourse, and she was very relaxed. I heard her vibrator start up again and saw a flash of red from between her thighs; Sarah was being very horny and I quite liked it!

I closed my eyes and began to pound her rear more forcefully; she was tight and it felt incredible. I felt my familiar tension and held out, pushing in further and harder to intensify the feeling inside me. I grunted, took out my cock and squirted over her back, groaning loudly.

She discarded her vibrator as I came over her. "You OK?" I asked, and she coughed.

"Yeah," she muttered. "Gotta have another shower now."

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that." She got me to wipe off the excess and then kissed me pushing my slightly discoloured cock away and led me into the shower by the pool again to get clean.

She shrieked as the water started to run colder and pushed me out of the little shower. "Come on," she called and dived into the pool, her body arcing perfectly as she entered the water elegantly. My entry was much less magnificent, and I bombed into the water, causing a ripple that reached the end of the pool.

Sarah grinned as she turned in the water, floating on her back and looking towards me. "Catch me," she said, and swam away from me towards the end of the pool as I caught up with her.

I was at an immediate disadvantage; Sarah was not a bad swimmer, and she did a lot of football, so she was easily able to keep a small distance from me; she had a lot of stamina and I had been decidedly lacklustre about keeping up with the walking Paula and I used to do when my ex-girlfriend moved to Bournemouth.

Sarah gleefully teased me as she swam off and I struggled to keep up with her telling me to "keep up." She had powerful muscles in her legs and when I eventually caught the naked girl we kissed on the side of the pool.

"Come on," she called as she wriggled away from me and swam powerfully towards the little Jacuzzi by the side of the pool. "I love the bubbles and the..."

"It's an expensive sex toy," I told her with a coy smile but she didn't respond to my jibe and climbed out of the pool. For a moment, her body was framed, naked and dripping wet, and she balanced on her knee and lifted her body onto the tiles. Her slim, well-defined figure, flawless skin and pert ass was so beautiful and alluring I felt a shot of excitement travel through my body.

She turned on her knee and sat with her legs dangling into the pool, her legs spread slightly, and her wet hair plastered to her chest. "What are you waiting for?" She put her index finger on her lips and traced it down her body.

I chortled at her and made broad strokes across the small pool but by the time I reached the edge, Sarah had lifted herself out of the water and was settling into the Jacuzzi.

She was certainly in a good mood; I could not be completely certain as to why being dumped into the lake had put in such a buoyant and concupiscent state of mind and as she nestled against the bubbles and I ran my hands over her legs, thighs, bosom and flanks, I got smiles and kisses.

She swung her legs over mine and sat on my lap, happy to kiss and be seductive. I very much loved seeing her like this, and it was perennial happiness and genuine smile that first attracted me to her. She "allowed" me to finger her to another orgasm, the bubbles in the water bursting against her spread legs and she squealed in lustful delight as she bucked her hips and rode my fingers to her climax.

She gave me a deep kiss and ran her hands over my body after she finished and she gestured to do the same, but I was sexed out and as much as I would have enjoyed it, told her that I would want to wait until later. She giggled and whispered in my ear that since I had met her I had turned down sex with her more often than I had had it.

"I liked the anal that we did," I told her genuinely. "I don't mind..."

"Errr ... no!" Sarah spluttered quickly. "You'll make it sore."

"Sore?" I asked. "I was gentle."

Sarah's face twisted, and she looked at me. "Not that gentle." I rubbed my nose and apologised but she dismissed it as unnecessary. "I shouldn't have said anything and Kev..."

"I am not Kev," I snapped. "If I hurt you well ... you said you were OK."

She sighed. "It was good, but a little uncomfortable," she said genuinely. "I mean, I ain't had done up there before, but I read loads, and I think we skimped on the lube and from what I've read we should've ... well ... perhaps I should've been clearer and..."

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked, a little hurt and annoyed.

"'Cause Kev didn't like ... OK, I don't want to criticise my boyfriend."

"I am not Kev. How many times..." I started and Sarah squeezed my hand.

"OK. I know. It just takes some getting used to. And you were enjoying it so much, but it got a bit sore towards the end, and I am not letting you back there for a day or two. OK?" I went to speak but decided against it, not trusting myself not to snap at my less-than-candid girlfriend. How did she expect us to have great sex if she couldn't be totally honest with me at the time, but she saw my thoughtful face and kissed me on the cheek. "You annoyed with me?" I shook my head, and she giggled. "You are so good in bed and look after me so much. Abi taught you so well, and I sort of forgot how good sex was with someone you feel for until yesterday. I love sex, you know that, and it feels so good with you. And, I've never had to or will ever fake an orgasm with you. So what if the first time we did it back there wasn't wonderful. We got years to perfect it." I cracked a smile at her bouncy expression and looked into her eyes as she licked her lips. "And I know going down on me isn't wonderful either, no matter what you say, so a little bit of arse pain is nothing. Especially the amount of times you bring me off."

I argued with her; I did like going down on her, but she was adamant I was wrong as "Kev wouldn't do it." Why was she struggling to work out that I wasn't Kevin?

Dad found us in the Jacuzzi with a wry smile and leant on the side. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," Sarah replied, looking at me. "Honestly, I'm fine." Dad looked over at me with raised eyebrows.

"Please don't fight with Rhea. You've not been here 24 hours, and I don't like to see it."

I went to speak and felt the slippery hand of Sarah engulf my manhood and the fingers gave a gentle squeeze. "He won't will you?"

I hesitated, and Sarah squeezed a bit harder, and I instinctively shrieked and said I wouldn't. Dad looked at me a little strangely, and thanked us before getting down and walking towards the door. "Oh, and you have half-an-hour before dinner. Is that OK?"

"Cheers Dad," I called out and glared at Sarah, who giggled mischievously.

"Don't fight with your little sister," she told me and put her arms either side of me, climbing onto my lap. "She is too scheming for you to beat." I went to speak, and Sarah kissed me on the lips and ran her hands down my body.

Sarah and I dressed for dinner, and it was noticeable that Simon was coming out of his shell much more. He seemed a little uneasy at first, and while Sarah just accepted her foreign surroundings Rhea had to force him to relax. Dad had cooked a joint of lamb for Sunday roast, and we sat down to enjoy it with a glass of wine.

Dad enjoyed playing host, and the two youngest members of our party had far more than one glass of wine to drink. By the time we had finished dessert – a fruit cheesecake – Simon and Rhea were dominating the conversation.

"How long have you been going out?" Dad asked Simon, who looked at Rhea.

"Sort of since the Summer," Rhea responded, and Dad grinned.

"Going to let him answer for himself?" He teased, and Rhea shook her head.