Chapter 1

In my four previous stories, I told you how my friends Sian, Vee and Julie recruited me to look after them as we explored life at college in Cardiff in the early 1970’s.

My “Prifysgol” series follows the four of us, and our other friends, as we progressed through University and on to our working life.

If you haven’t read them yet, I suggest you do so, to meet the characters, and help you understand the background to this fifth story, which completes our tale.

It’s basically a love story.

Half way through my first year at University, I met and fell head over heels in love with a beautiful blonde, and for some strange and unaccountable reason, Julie decided that she loved me back! The circumstances of our meeting were highly unusual, to say the least, but our being together just felt right. It didn’t hurt that I thought that she was an incredibly pretty girl, and that I’d fancied her at first glimpse.

We knew almost immediately that we wanted to be together; we quickly became best friends as well as lovers, and we just really enjoyed each other’s company. I could always make her laugh, and her very presence made me smile. She was the woman besides whom I wanted to wake up, every morning for the rest of my life.

In my story, I describe quite a lot of sex along the way, but please remember that Julie and I were only nineteen going on twenty at the time, and we took advantage of all the freedoms of being away from home for the first time, including the opportunity to make love as much as we wanted. And at that age, ‘as much as you want’ equals ‘as much as you can possibly get’!

But if you want to read this final episode of my series on its own, then here is a quick summary of where we were at the start of October 1973:

Sian’s cousins had come to stay for a long weekend at the beginning of June 1973 (book 3), and then we enjoyed a few weeks of relative freedom while we waited for our first year exam results.

By the end of June, our first year at University was over; unlike two of my male housemates, we had all safely passed our exams; and an amazing Pink Floyd concert at the Students’ Union had ushered in the three-month-long summer holidays. (book 4)

My younger sister Jen and I had spent the whole summer working long, sometimes very long, hours at our local frozen vegetable factory, and had earned enough extra money to make the next year at University quite comfortable.

Jen achieved the required ‘A’ level exam grades to take up her offer of a place at Reading University; when staying with us in Cardiff for the ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ concert, she had confided to my girlfriend Julie that she too wanted to lose her virginity before she went to Uni. Naturally, Julie obtained my promise of silence before telling me of Jen’s thoughts.

Although I could easily see the sense of her wanting some sexual experience before going away to college (it would have been a lot easier and less worrying for me if I’d had some), I had never really seen Jen as an adult with adult needs and appetites, although I was incredibly proud of the way she had tackled her summer job. I now had a great deal of respect for her, and I was really pleased that she had quickly made friends with Julie. But I felt far too embarrassed to talk to my kid sister about sex.

In early September, during a pause in working at the factory, Jen, Julie and I helped Sian’s cousins Adrian and Sheila sort out their new flat in Bristol, and we persuaded Adrian to introduce Jen to what he called ‘the pleasures of the flesh’.

I still wasn’t entirely happy about my little sister, the one I had looked after and protected for the last eighteen years, having sex in the next room to the one I was in, but at least I knew that she was in excellent hands for her first time.

Mind you, I didn’t worry for all that long, because I was delighted to be back together with Julie after two months of separation, and with the three of us in Sheila’s brand new double bed, we had a wonderful night of love making. By a stroke of luck, the twins’ parents were delayed by a problem with their car, so we were able to stay an extra night, and that too was great fun. My sister used the unexpected additional time to experience making love with Adrian several more times, including a ‘quickie’ when the plumber who was working in the flat went to lunch. I was impressed with her enthusiasm, and his stamina!

Jen and I were worn out when we got home, and we had a very narrow escape from our parents finding out that our ‘helping with decorating’ had actually been a cover for other things. Her tummy muscles were complaining about the unaccustomed exercise they had undergone because she had enjoyed a large number of orgasms in a short space of time, but luckily she had the presence of mind to blame her obvious discomfort on too much stretching when stripping wallpaper!

Jen was delighted to find out that having sex was so much fun; Adrian had really pulled out all the stops to make her enjoy it, and she had been a most enthusiastic participant.

She and I had discussed how she felt in several private conversations during the next week, mainly in the Mini on the way to and from work, so that our parents couldn’t possibly overhear.

I discovered quite quickly during these most un-sibling like chats that Julie had told Jen rather more about my sex life than I was really comfortable with.

Quite a lot more, actually.

Jen had REALLY enjoyed the process of learning about sex with Adrian, and she soon tried to persuade me to teach her more techniques and positions than he had been able to in the limited time available to them.

You will realise that I was not at all happy with the idea of having sex with my sister, gorgeous as she was, and things became a little fraught, as Jen refused to take my ‘NO!’ for a final answer. If I hadn’t known her so well, I would have said that she was teasing me with the way she was rubbing herself up against me at every opportunity!

I had promised Jen, as part of the deal of Adrian helping her to give away her virginity, that I would answer any questions she had about sex to the best of my ability; but because Julie had blabbed so much to her, the questions actually got rather more personal than I had anticipated.

I had also, in a moment of weakness, agreed to give Jen a few lessons in kissing, which with hindsight was a bit of a mistake, as it crossed the dividing line between just talking and actually doing. She was a fast learner, and I had to be very careful that our kissing didn’t get out of hand. My dick, who Sian had nicknamed ‘Gustav’, had no such moral scruples, and he just enjoyed me kissing a girl, and made it quite clear that he hoped to get involved!

Jen massively increased the pressure she was putting me under late one night when we got home from work, by stripping off and joining me naked in the shower. I couldn’t kick up much of a fuss at the time because it would have woken our parents, but I wasn’t happy, and I told her so over our supper downstairs.

She wasn’t at all sorry or apologetic, and saw nothing wrong in it. (I have to be honest here, and admit that my main objection was that I wasn’t at all sure that I would be able to resist the temptation, and once we were started on that slippery slope, it could well spiral out of control.)

I lost several nights sleep worrying about it. Although I had always been taught that incest was taboo, I had actively encouraged Sian’s twin cousins Adrian and Sheila to make love to each other, and Jen most probably knew that from talking to Julie. I was also terrified that Mum and Dad would realise that Jen was making sexual advances to me, and blame me entirely. I had no idea how they would react; but I suspected they would be fiercely protective of their ewe lamb, and treat me as the wolf in sheep’s clothing.

When I had telephoned and asked Julie’s advice on what I should do, she had argued strongly on Jen’s behalf and demolished all my arguments, so I finally caved in, and agreed to Jen’s demands.

Jen was delighted that I was now willing, but also very grown-up about it, and in total agreement with me about our parents’ likely reaction if we were caught. She did some thinking, put a groundsheet and a our parents’ picnic rug into the Mini’s boot, and a couple of nights later she took me to a quiet field near the vegetable factory and asked me to make love to her, which I did.

I made love to my sister again in those last few days before the holidays ended. I have to admit that, (apart from huge initial guilt, and the ever-present fear of being caught by our parents, and being torn limb from limb before being force-fed my own testicles, ) it was a thoroughly enjoyable experience for both of us. Jen was a very enthusiastic pupil, and she was also developing into an extremely attractive young woman.

This is the fifth and final part of my story, and describes what happened to Julie and I, and our friends, after we started our second year at university, in October 1973.

What a difference a year makes! At New Year 1973, I had been an eighteen-and-three-quarters-year-old virgin who had never had a girlfriend, and lived for my studies, beer and food.

Nine months later, I had enjoyed sex with five different girls, all of whom I was still sleeping with. I was going to be living with three of them, my girlfriend Julie and her flatmates Vee and Sian. Sian’s cousin Sheila was now living in Bristol, only an hour or so by train, and Jen was at Reading, less than two hours away by Intercity 125 train and Student Railcard half-price fares.

It was looking as if I had a busy year ahead!

On the Monday, the first of October, Mum and Dad took Jen (and what seemed like all her worldly goods) by car down to Reading to start her university career.

Before they left, while Mum was filling the flasks and Dad was checking the car’s oil level and tyre pressures, Jen and I took a few minutes together upstairs in private to say goodbye and promise to keep in close touch; our love-making had brought us to a new intimacy in our brother-sister relationship, where we felt we could talk about anything and everything; I wanted Jen to know that she could now question me on any subject, and that I’d do my damnedest to help her, as would Julie.

It felt as if far more than six days had passed since we had gone to the hayfield after work and first made love together; our joining had been so perfect that it seemed to have reset our relationship.

I was really sorry to have to stand out in the road and wave to her through the back window of the car as she vanished in the distance. I was already missing her!

Mum and Dad were impressed by Jen’s modern accommodation in her Hall of Residence; they said that it was institutional, but far more hygienic than the house I’d started my University life in! I was just very glad that they never found out quite how far from being house-trained my four male housemates had actually been...

They had made good time on the return journey; although they didn’t really like motorway driving, the M1 brought them home more quickly than the cross-country ‘A’ roads they had intended to use. Mum was a bit quiet coming back to a house without Jen living there any longer, but she soon cheered up when Dad suggested that they’d be able to go out and about more without worrying what Jen was up to.