Chapter 29

The four of us woke up on the floor in front of the fire at about half past six; all needing to empty our bladders, and Julie of course eager for a cup of tea to start the day properly.

She was still wearing her pearl necklace, and she told herself off when she realised that she had slept all night in it. If its string had got broken during our activities, it would have been quite a job to find all the scattered pearls, and she would have been upset at damaging such a generous gift from her godmother.

After a quick and welcome cuppa, and a short discussion, we decided that we were going to go ahead with our plan to introduce our new friend Hamish to my sister Jen.

We reckoned that seven o'clock on a Saturday morning was just about an acceptable time to phone Jen, so I found the scrap of paper with her number and dialled it. The Hall porter who picked up the phone in Reading certainly didn't complain about the hour, but presumably as he was awake anyway, he didn't mind other people being woken from their lie-in.

"Could I speak to Jen Baker, room 324 please? It's her brother calling."

There was a pause, followed by several clicks, and then Jen's voice, sounding very sleepy.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Sis, it's Jon. Sorry to wake you. Got a huge favour to ask. Here's Julie."

I passed the phone over. Jen's voice at the other end of the line was very muffled, but we could all hear Julie's side of the conversation.

"Hi, Jen! Yes, it's me. Yes, we're with the twins in Bristol. It's just gone seven. Yes, we know it's Saturday. Jen, can you get down to Clifton as soon as you possibly can? Yes, of course it's really important, or I wouldn't be asking you. Trust me! Can you get away? Great, get a taxi from Parkway to Caledonia Place, Jon will pay! Lovely, see you in a couple of hours. Thanks for trusting us! Byeeee!"

I took Julie into the shower to reward her for persuading Jen to come down; we had scarcely finished before the twins took our place for their morning shower. Luckily we hadn't used much hot water, so there would have been plenty left for them, had they just wanted to get clean...

My parents bathroom at home had a shower with a fixed head; the twins however had managed to get a more modern one with a flexible hose, so that you could take the shower head down from its clip, and use it to wash the bits that actually needed washing. It was a good idea; neither Julie nor I wanted to wet the hair on our heads, but the other hair on our bodies definitely needed a good soaking to remove the bodily fluids that had accumulated, both dried and fresh.

To save time and possible delay, one of us held the shower head while the other used both their hands to soap and rinse themselves. I had very much enjoyed the odd occasion when I had washed Julie's (and Sheila's and Jen's) private parts, and they had washed Gustav in return, but now was not the time to do it again.

In our short absence, our hosts had tidied up the living room; the quilts were all back in the bedrooms, and our clothes were neatly piled on chairs. They didn't take long to finish in the shower either; we suspected that they had been eavesdropping on Julie's moans of delight, and were more than ready when the shower cubicle became available for their use.

We all got washed and dressed and had a leisurely breakfast of toast and cereal, and of course another cuppa. Well, Julie actually had one and a half mugs of tea. She looked at us defensively as she tipped the pot up to get the last drops out.

"I like my tea in the morning!"

"We've noticed! Which do you prefer, a morning cuppa or a morning orgasm?"

"Both!"

"But what happens if there isn't time for both?"

She licked her lips as she smiled at Sheila.

"Try waking up a little bit earlier?"

"You aren't going to commit yourself, are you?"

"Nah. You three may be my very best friends in the whole wide world, but a girl's got to keep the odd secret!"

We laughed. My personal opinion was that, if pressed, Julie would always go for the cuppa over the orgasm, but I wasn't young and foolish enough to actually say that out loud!

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While the girls washed up and put away the dishes, Adrian and I strolled down to the corner shop and bakery for some more bread and milk; I also bought some iced buns for our elevenses. We chatted on the way back.

"I like Hamish, Jon. He's got a very good sense of humour, and once he loses his initial shyness, he's great company. I hope that Jen likes the look of him."

"So do I! I'm afraid that the four of us have made such a good job of showing Jen that sex is really enjoyable, that she needs a boyfriend rather urgently. Julie and I have promised her a threesome next weekend, but I rather think that she'll be more than ready for one now!"

"Are you going to describe to us exactly what you two got up to when you took her back to Reading?"

"No, I'll let her tell you. She's got a better memory for that than I have. She wrote Julie an incredibly detailed letter, and I couldn't remember doing half of that!"

"Well, Sheila has been pestering Julie to spill the beans, so I'm sure we'll hear all about it!"

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There were definite benefits from being connected by Brunel's Great Western Railway; Jen had been lucky with the Saturday morning trains, and was ringing the street doorbell just before ten o'clock. She had brought enough cash to pay the seventy pence taxi fare from Parkway, but I reimbursed her anyway.

After a round of welcoming kisses and hugs, we all had a quick mug of tea and an iced bun, and then Julie sent Adrian and Jen into the bathroom for a shower.

"Jen, from the look on your face, you've got something on your mind, so take Adrian and go and get it out of your system, and then when you can concentrate on what we're saying to you, we'll explain why we called you down here!"

We judged, from the rapidity with which she was screaming with pleasure, that Jen had indeed spent much of the journey thinking about exactly what she would like to do with Adrian or I on her arrival.

They came back into the sitting room about half an hour later wrapped in towels, Jen looking like the cat who had got the cream. Twice, judging from the noises emerging from the bathroom. Jen's towel didn't do all that much covering, and I tried not to make it too obvious that I was admiring my little sister's feminine curves.

I left it to Julie to try to explain to Jen what we had in mind. I made myself useful preparing a pot of tea, and listened to them talking.

"Jen, the twins took us to the Medical School dinner last night, and we met a very nice lad who we think would really suit you. We've invited him round for lunch, and we want you to take a good look at him, and see what you think. He's pretty shy at first, but he's got a great sense of humour, and Sheila and I think he's actually quite a hunk."

"A blind date? Okay, I'll take a look, but he's not going to be much use to me if I have to come down to Bristol every weekend!"

"That's the whole point - he's in his first year at Reading too. He's the son of one of the twins' lecturers, and he seems a real sweetie. We'll have to be a bit sneaky, but we reckon he might just be worth the effort."

"Sounds intriguing! You must be serious to have got me out of bed and onto a train before dawn, so I'll play along. I'll admit that I could do with a genuine boyfriend at my beck and call; and other than your boyfriends, I haven't found a man worth keeping yet. So what do you want me to do?"

I poured everyone a mug of tea, and Julie ran over the plan that she and Sheila had hatched.

She emphasised that Hamish was incredibly shy, and that we'd need to be very careful not to let him realise too soon that he was being set up with a blind date. We agreed not to mention Reading at all, just in case Jen didn't fancy him, and didn't want to take it any further.

"Okay, Julie, that sounds good to me. Thanks for organising it. How long have I got until he arrives?"

"Just over an hour."

"So there's just about enough time for me to take Jon into the shower for a quickie? It's been a while! Come on, big brother, give me your best shot!"

Jen and I had a great time in the shower; with our recent practice on the grab rail at home, and in the shower room at Reading, we were very quickly in position with Gustav deep inside Jen, and our chests and lips locked together.

I couldn't believe that it was actually about two-and-a-half weeks since we had last been together; our reproductive organs fitted together as if the time elapsed since our last coupling was only seconds. It helped that her vagina was sopping wet; this was the second time in twelve hours that I was getting Adrian's 'sloppy seconds', and I didn't mind at all. That was the whole point of sharing such wonderful girls with your best mate!

Even though Adrian had just given her two orgasms to his one, she was certainly eager for more, and she was most enthusiastic in helping Gustav move through her soft moist internal tissues. We came together all too soon, and traded loving and passionate kisses while we waited for Gustav to recharge his batteries.

Sadly, though, before he was quite ready to go again, Sheila came into the bathroom at twelve o'clock, and chased us out of the shower.

"No, Jen, there really IS NOT time for another go, and you don't want to look too flushed when Hamish arrives. I don't think that he'd recognise that 'just been really well fucked, the lucky cow' look you are currently wearing, but let's not take the risk!"

The huge smile on Sheila's face showed us that her jealousy was entirely feigned; Jen had been rather vocal in urging me on, and Sheila was clearly pleased for her.

"I'm really sorry, you two, and if there had been time, I'd have ripped my clothes off and joined you! But Hamish will be here in half an hour, so please hurry!"

I think Sheila was also pleased to see for herself another brother and sister making incestuous love; she had been too well brought up not to let her own sexual relationship with her twin bother her just a little bit.

We both kissed Sheila as we got out of the shower and took the towels that she handed to us.

"Never mind, Sis, there's always tonight!"

"I'll take that as a promise, and I'll hold you to it, huge well endowed big brother!"

We got ourselves cleaned up and dressed without too much distraction, although it took some effort on my part when I saw my sister bend over to dry her legs, and Gustav started to get excited again. But we managed it, and rejoined the others.

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Julie and Sheila had briefly nipped out to the shops while Jen and I had been enjoying each other in the shower, and were busy in the kitchen corner cooking a pork chop and Bramley apple casserole with baked potatoes; they had also bought three Heinz tinned syrup sponge puddings to have with custard as dessert.

Sheila was alternately blessing the memory of her late grandmother for having so much matching crockery and cutlery, and praising the foresight of her previously much-maligned father in hanging on to it after her death.

I gathered that Hamish was effectively their first real 'guest' in their new flat - we were counted as 'family', and she wasn't at all worried about impressing us. But Hamish was a different matter! Adrian was laying the table for six, and it all looked very organised.

Hamish rang the bell at half past twelve, earning lots of brownie points for promptness.

Adrian went down to the street door to let him in, and we played it cool, casually introducing Jen as my sister who had come over for lunch. She had regained her usual complexion, had her hair loosely tied up in the pony tail, and looked again like the wholesome girl next door, rather than the passionate (and incestuous) lover she had been just half an hour earlier.

I noticed that both Julie and Sheila kissed Hamish on the cheek as greeting; the three girls had clearly been plotting, because it gave Jen the excuse to kiss him as she was being introduced. Adrian and I just shook his hand, and pointed him to one of the easy chairs.

"The potatoes need another ten minutes, then we'll be with you!"

We spoke about the dinner the night before, explaining to Jen why the twins had attended.

"It was surprisingly good fun, we thought it would be full of stuffed shirts pontificating!"

"Those are the Law dinners - Dad refuses to go to them, because he says there are hours of speeches from fat old fools who like the sound of their own voices far too much! I think it's also a matter of them holding their dinners on a Saturday night, which Dad reckons ruins the entire weekend! No, I enjoyed it very much, and Dad said it all went very well."

"Why doesn't he wear a kilt? I thought that Scots had their own version of dinner jackets?"

"Oh, we do, but with Burns Night next week, Dad was taking no chances of having soup spilt down him last night and not having it cleaned in time! He's on the committee of the Bristol Caledonian Society, and they take it very seriously! They have the haggis and neeps sent down from Scotland specially, and he never misses it."

"Hamish, a question about last night: why did they clear the table before the Loyal Toast?"

"Do you not know? It's a precaution against rabid Jacobites like Dad and I! After the '45 rising, when Bonnie Prince Charlie had gone back to France and left poor Flora MacDonald weeping on the shore, Butcher Cumberland realised that people were still loyal to the King over the water, rather than his father Wee Georgie."

"So he started making people drink the Loyal Toast as a test of their loyalty to the Hanoverian usurpers, not realising that even the most loyal Jacobite had no problem raising a glass to the King, PROVIDED that he could pass his glass over his water glass, thus making it a secret toast to the King over the water."

"Once he did finally realise that people were doing that, he decreed that all other things should be removed from the table, so that there was no chance of any more secret toasts!"

"Is that really true?"

"It's what Dad told me; he may have romanticised it a wee bit, but I gather that's pretty much the story."

"And are you really Jacobites?"

"Och, no, only when we can wind people up. There was a very good reason for James Stuart being run out of the country in 1688; he was becoming a menace, and putting so many of his incompetent favourites in positions of power that we were in grave danger of being pulled into a whole load of trouble. We may play on our Scottish heritage, but most of the things Scots have achieved have been as part of Great Britain, and we'd never have had access to such opportunities on our own; there just aren't enough of us."

Sheila got up to check the progress of lunch.

The baked potatoes were tested and pronounced cooked at last, and split open upon plates, with a big knob of butter melting on top. Then each plate received a pork chop, a thick slice of apple, and a couple of spoonfuls of the rich apple and onion gravy. It was all delicious, and quickly vanished down our throats.

We complimented the cooks; Hamish saying what a treat it was to have home cooked food.

"I'm in a Hall of Residence, and some of the cooking is downright criminal. Their scrambled egg is half water, and I don't understand how that is actually physically possible!"

Jen almost dropped herself in it, but fortunately didn't say too much.

"Same with me, they must all be trained specially!"

"Well, you'll have to put up with tinned sponge pud and custard for sweet; one home cooked dish in a meal is enough!"

The sponge pud too was very good, and sticky enough to make our ribs realise that we had eaten our fill.

After lunch was washed up (and washed down with another pot of tea), we all went for a bracing stroll along the Downs. The girls somehow fixed it so that whenever we walked two abreast, Hamish ended up walking and talking with Jen.

I took the opportunity when I was next to her on a wider stretch, and Hamish was pointing something out to the twins, to ask her what she thought of him.

"Well, Jen?"

"Oh yes, I do like the look of him! He's certainly worth a try!"

I passed the message on to Julie, who I knew would transmit it to the others.

We got back to the flat with pink cheeks from the cold January wind; more than ready for a pot or three of tea.

It was already getting dark outside, so Adrian closed the shutters and lit the gas fire again. Their sitting room was really cosy once that was done, and we were all chatting away merrily around a very cramped table.