For Love Of Nature - Kelly's Story

by Lubrican

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Chapter Two

It was actually Sally who choreographed that first set of pictures. We finished putting on our swimsuits and she took us to the secret swimming place, with the waterfall. Then she had him take pictures of us sunning on the grass, and bending over and things like that. I blushed red most of the time as he took pictures of my butt, and got down to shoot down into the little cleavage my suit showed. Then Sally took her top off and he took more pictures of us. Then somehow my top got off and soon we were in the water as he took pictures of us splashing each other and laughing. Sally had us both stand still and pull our wet hair back, like girls do in the pool all the time, except this time we were facing him while he took pictures of our bare breasts.

I suddenly noticed that Sally's nipples had grown long and stiff, and looked at my own pink buds on their puffy areolas. Mine were sticking out too and I knew it wasn't entirely from the cool water. I had no idea it would be so much fun to be naughty like this.

Sally laughed and threw something at her father. The bottoms of her bikini splatted against his pants, right where I suddenly realized there was a rather large bulge. It made a big wet stain surrounding that bulge.

He squawked and held the camera away from him as Sally laughed. Then she lay back in the water, swimming on her back. Her lush dark bush broke the water like a stubby shark's fin. After a look of shock, Uncle Bob started taking more pictures.

"Come on then!" she yelled at me. She rolled onto her stomach and did a jack knife dive, which stuck her butt out of the water. I somehow knew that Uncle Bob was pressing the button again.

In the end I joined her and we both frolicked, bare ass naked, playing leapfrog and such things. When we were tired we both came out of the water. Poor Uncle Bob was in bad shape. With two naked nubile girls playing in front of him, his bulge was huge now. He took two pictures of us walking out of the water and looked at his camera.

"Ahhh, a good thing can't last forever," he sighed. "The card's full."

"Looks like your trousers are full too, father," said Sally, grinning. "I don't know whether to call you a pervert, or be pleased that I'm not so ugly you didn't even notice. Unless, of course that lump is all because of Kelly."

"Lass, the word ugly couldn't exist in the same sentence concerning either of you," he said.

He was a little more at ease now, maybe because both of us were more at ease too. I felt the glow of a woman appreciated for her beauty ... something I wasn't used to. I had clear and solid proof that a man had developed an erection over me. Of course at the time I was sure it couldn't be Sally he was excited about. I wouldn't know that he found both of us irresistible until later.

We got dressed and walked back to the cottage. Uncle Bob, of course, went directly to his computer and downloaded the photographs. Aunt Prudence was in the garden, and my Dad was out job hunting again, having been taken there by the boys, who fished on the way back. The boys were cleaning their catch, with an eye to going to collect Daddy, so we just had time to look over his shoulder as he clicked his way through picture after picture of two naked girls romping. I'll say this for him, he was a photographer through and through. He may have been serving his own lusty desires, but almost every photograph was beautifully arranged. Some of them didn't actually center on naked flesh, but showed us in the grotto, with the waterfall in the background. They were beautiful pictures.

We heard people coming in, and broke away to help aunt Prudence fix supper.

That night, as Sally and I got into bed, it was subtly different between us. We had been naughty together, and that shared experience had brought us closer together.

"So what do you think about this afternoon?" my cousin asked me.

"It was strange," I admitted. "I'd never have thought that prancing around naked in front of my uncle would make me feel so ... " I didn't actually have a word for how it made me feel.

"I know!" she said in an excited whisper. "I never thought about doing that in front of my dad, but it was fun" She wiggled in the bed. "I've been horny all afternoon."

"Really?" I asked.

"Oh yes!" she whispered. "I feel like I want to touch myself."

I knew that girls diddled themselves just like boys did, but had never done it myself. That's not to say I hadn't thought about it from time to time. Sometimes, when I was around a boy I liked a lot, I got this funny feeling down there. It wasn't exactly like what I had felt that afternoon as my uncle ogled me, but it was in the same area. But I had never tried to do anything about it. I didn't exactly know how to go about it, and it seemed like something you should know how to do before you tried it.

"Would you think me completely terrible if I did?" asked Sally.

"Can I watch?" I blurted out. I clapped a hand over my mouth and panicked. "I mean ... I've never done it. I don't know how ..." I finally lapsed into embarrassed silence.

"Oh it's easy," she sighed. "And it feels so lovely. Come on ... I'll show you."

She hiked up her nightdress and I could see she had no panties on. She slid one pale finger through the lump of dark hair and wiggled it back and forth. I peered closer, trying to see what she was doing.

"Ohhh, this mop of hair!" she moaned. "I've got to do something about it. It gets in the way of everything. I should cut it all off or something. Can you see what I'm doing?"

"No," I said helplessly.

She took her hand away and rolled over. "Lie back," she ordered.

I did and she told me to pull my nightshirt up, and then to take my panties off. I felt silly spreading my legs for her as her face hovered over my crotch.

"Spread yourself apart," she instructed me. I used two fingers to pull my big fat pussy lips apart and she put one finger out to touch me. "Right ..." her finger made contact "there."

I felt an almost electric shock go through my whole abdomen as she touched something that just zinged. I had felt that before, when I washed. I knew from health class that it had a name, but I didn't remember it. When I'd touched it before I was afraid there was something wrong with it because it caused such weird feelings in me. She wiggled her finger and I gasped, jerking my legs up and knocking her hand out of the way.

She giggled. "Feels powerful, aye?" She lay back down and her finger went back into her bush. "Now, you do it. Put your fingertip on it and just wiggle it back and forth, like it's a pencil eraser and you're trying to erase a word."

I tentatively did what she said and almost fainted as a ball of fire started in my pussy and filled up my whole belly. I got slippery all of a sudden, and added first another finger and then two, wiggling all three of them over that little bump, strumming it like a Flaminco guitarist. Sally was doing the same thing right next to me.

I started panting and she made a low sound in her throat, almost a moan.

"You know Daddy's in the next room," she said. "He's probably playing with himself too ... thinking of us ... imagining us naked ..." She moaned again.

That thought did something so powerful that I was almost in a panic, because something was happening inside of me that made it feel like my whole insides were going to just burst out through my pussy. I jerked my fingers away from my bump and that was even more horrible, like almost unwrapping a present and then stopping before you know what's inside. I groaned and my fingers went back. That feeling was upon me again almost instantly.

"Ohhhh Sallyyyyyy, something's happening to meeeeee," I cried out.

"Shhhhhh," she said, reaching out to touch me. "It's okay, it will just feel fabulous. Keep going."

It did feel fabulous. It felt so good I thought I'd just melt into a puddle of good feeling. My muscles didn't melt though. Instead they all tensed up and everything about me froze except those three fingers and my wrist. I must have sounded like I was dying or something, because Sally switched hands and rolled against me, covering my mouth with the hand she had been using to rub herself. I felt moisture, and smelled something sharp. It wasn't unpleasant at all, though my mind rebelled a bit, knowing where those fingers had been. Still, I felt so wonderful that I didn't care that much and just groaned my way through whatever it was that was happening to me.

Then, suddenly, every part of my body felt like it weighed a ton. I fell back on the bed, my fingers seemingly stuck to my bump like glue. I couldn't rub any more because now it was too sensitive, but I couldn't take the pressure off either because it felt good to press.

Sally made strangled sounds, taking her hand away from my mouth and putting both of her hands between her legs and drawing her knees up to trap them there. She rolled toward me, her knees falling on my thigh and her eyes stared into mine, glistening, scrunched almost closed as she gave a big, long sigh.

"Mmmmm that's better," she whispered. "You had fun too?"

All I could do was nod. I think I slept better that night than I'd ever slept in my whole life.

The next morning we all went out on the boat. Everybody went, even Aunt Prudence and my dad. He was taking a day off from job hunting. He was pretty depressed with the results thus far. It was looking like we would have to take a serious cut in our income.

The adults gathered in the front of the boat, which I believe is called the bow. They were talking about my dad's situation. Johnny was showing Brad how to steer and all that, running on the motor at first. We were going to sail later and Uncle Bob was going to take pictures of that. Seamus, Sally and I sat on the back of the cabin, watching the wake while they talked about the island, and Scotland and customs and such, trying to help me fit in before I had to start school.

It was cool at first, early in the morning, but when we put up the sails it was hot work. Uncle Bob took the tiller, which I called "the steering thing" until they laughed at me. The boys all stripped to their bathing suits and Aunt Prudence pulled off her dungarees and shirt to reveal a shockingly brief bikini that was the hottest shade of pink I had ever seen in my life. Well, I thought it was shockingly brief. My dad's eyes just about popped out of his head, and so did Brad's. That swim suit was made for a woman twenty years younger than I thought she was when I met her, but on her it looked perfect.

Aunt Prudence usually wore a dress around the cottage, something loose and baggy that would be airy and comfortable to do all the things she did, which included gardening and milking the cow and all that sort of thing. She also wore her hair in a bun, and usually had on reading glasses that perched right on the tip of her nose. So I had never paid any attention to her appearance. But in that bikini, with her hair pulled into a pony tail, I realized she wasn't nearly as old as I'd thought she was. My Dad was forty-one, and Uncle Bob was forty-three. I didn't know how old Aunt Prudence was - I'd have guessed late forties before this - but now that I saw her skin it was obvious she wasn't a day over thirty-five. If Sally's breasts were large, then Aunt Prudence's were huge. That bikini only covered maybe a third of them, mostly the tips and a little of the underside. Her stomach was flat as a board and she had the kind of hips that those Hawaiian dancers have, that swell out and move like they aren't attached to anything else. As she moved around hauling lines and lifting sails I thought that if I could look like her when I grew up I'd never complain about a single thing in my whole life again.

My Dad wasn't paying attention to what he was supposed to be doing because he was almost comatose staring at Aunt Prudence, and a rope started whipping through his hands. He screeched and let go. I could see the dark red stripe on one of his palms where the rope had burned him and torn the skin so much it was bleeding slightly. The sail he was supposed to be managing whipped full of air and the rope flailed around like a snake on cocaine, or whatever kind of drug makes you go crazy. Seamus jumped for it and caught it, running around the mast and pulling the rope up against it. That stopped it from whizzing through the ring and he was able then to start pulling and getting the sail under control.

Dad couldn't do anything but stare at his hands until they got the sails shipshape or whatever they call it. Then Aunt Prudence came over to him and started making him feel better. She did that mostly just by being there, where he could stare at her up close. I heard Sally giggle and when I looked at her she rolled her eyes and winked at me. Aunt Prudence pulled Daddy toward the cabin, talking about how she had to put something on his hands or they'd get infected. He went with her like a little puppy dog. It was so funny.

Once we got under sail, Johnny took over the tiller and Uncle Bob got out his camera. Sally and I were in our bikinis again and we scampered all about, purposely bending over and teasing Uncle Bob because ... well ... because we could, I guess. Seamus and Brad joined us on Uncle Bob's orders and he posed us together, pulling ropes, or leaning out over the side of the boat while it was turning. That was hard for me, because I'm not all that strong, and at one point I was slipping. I yelled and Seamus put his arm around me and held me next to him while he held on with just one hand to the rope. It was amazing how strong he felt. His body was warm and hard against mine and his hand went all the way around me to my stomach. The boat straightened out and we swung back toward the deck. We jumped down together and Seamus' face was right in front of mine. He smiled and squeezed me and gave me a wink that made me get that funny feeling. Then he let me go.

Later that night, when we were reviewing the pictures, there was one of him holding me, with his arm around me, right after we had jumped back down to the deck. Uncle Bob liked that one. He said it looked romantic. There was that smile on Seamus' face and just looking at the picture made my tummy flutter inside.

So the next day, when it was time to take pictures, Uncle Bob posed me with Seamus and then Johnny and then both of them, in hugs and almost kisses and things that made my knees weak. He did the same thing with Sally and Brad, and once she kissed him! I about died. Uncle Bob loved it, though, and told them to do it again. Brad wasn't complaining and they kissed for a lot longer than was needed.

Then Johnny complained that Brad got to kiss a pretty girl, and he didn't, and Seamus set up a similar howl. Uncle Bob asked me if it was okay, and I know I was reluctant to do that, but somehow I ended up with hard male bodies pressed to mine and soft warm lips pressed to mine and I couldn’t get enough breath in my lungs to tell them to stop before I fainted dead away.

But, of course I didn't faint. I just went limp in Johnny's arms and he squeezed me tighter and kissed me longer. I sagged so much that he put his hands on my bottom to hold me up! Then it was Seamus again and he had seen his brother do that, so he did it too, except he squeezed my bottom and stuck his tongue in my mouth!

I about died, and I got so excited that I pushed at him and gasped, "I can't breathe!" I sat down on a crate and panted for a while. Sally laughed and came to sit beside me, holding my hand.

"There, there, that's a bit of fun, now isn't it?" she whispered.

I looked at her and I must have had a strange look in my face or something, because she laughed again. "Your brother's a good kisser!" she whispered. "He got a hardon while he was kissing me too!"

That made me look at him. all the boys were gathered around Uncle Bob, reviewing the pictures with him, and there was a lot of general laughing and carrying on. I could only see the front of Seamus' pants, and he had a big bulge there that I hadn't noticed before.

The men all decided that hands on our butts looked hot, so they came up with more ways to do that, other than just kissing us. They had us climb ropes so they could "help" us by pushing us up with their hands on our bottoms, while Uncle Bob said things like, "Hold on, it's almost right," and "No, don't move ... I've almost got it." Sally was laughing and having a great time. I was too, to tell the truth. Except that I wasn't quite as sanguine about it, not having ever had a boy feeling my bottom. What made it worse was that when Johnny helped me back down, he had his hands on my waist, but when I stepped down they slid up and cupped my titties!

"Mmmmm, little Kelly," he breathed in my ear. "Sorry about that."

He wasn't sorry at all, I can tell you that! He kept them there for another few seconds. But I didn't complain either. In fact, by the time he let go of them, I kind of wished he hadn't. I know I was terrible, but it felt so nice.

At lunch, back on the island, we stood looking over Uncle Bob's shoulder at the computer screen and sure enough, there was a shot of Johnny's hands cupping my breasts. When that one popped up, oh, you should have heard the teasing I got.

Sally said "Oh my, that looks hot!" Then she said "Hey! Nobody did that to me!" I think Brad was standing behind her and he reached around her and squeezed her boobs right there because she yelped. "Not here! That's for the pictures only you horrid boy!" There was a lot of laughter.

That afternoon, we went out on the boat again, leaving Aunt Prudence and my dad in the cottage. She was taking care of his hands and didn't want him to re-injure them again. Uncle Bob liked the morning pictures so much that he wanted more of them with us in swim suits.

If that morning had gotten me worked up, just imagine what it was like to hug a boy close who was almost naked and kiss him for long minutes while his hands ran all over your back and butt. Both Seamus and Johnny were wearing their Speedos, which didn't hide much to begin with. After kissing me, when they backed up it looked like they had stuffed socks in their suits or something. I looked over at Sally, kissing my brother and she was pushing her loins against his, almost rubbing against him. When he backed up, his baggy swim trunks weren't so baggy any more. He must not have had on a jock strap or anything, because the cloth of his suit was tented out in front of him.

Sally looked down and said, "Oh, am I that good looking then?"

Brad blushed and covered his lump while Sally laughed gaily.

"Thank you sir, for the fine compliment you have paid me."

As I look back on it, now that I'm older, I realize that we all let our emotions run away with themselves. It was so exciting to be doing all these new and exciting things that we didn't stop to think about where it all might lead. Uncle Bob was as bad as the younger ones. He always started out taking pictures that would be just fine for the nature conservancy pamphlet, but somehow we moved on to pictures for his private collection. the boys didn't know about that, of course, but when have boys cared why someone would want to take pictures of them with their hands all over a pretty girl? They just want to concentrate on having those hands on that pretty girl.

I think that's why, when Uncle Bob wanted a few shots on the boat that he called "romantic", with us lying beside the boys, and me sandwiched between his sons, kissing and caressing, and it somehow went from that to the boys on top of us girls, kissing and caressing, that I stopped thinking about what was going on, and just let myself be immersed in the feelings. Seamus was the first to pin me to the deck, his legs outside mine, kissing me with lots of tongue. I felt his bulge then, as it pressed right on that spot I had learned to rub such a short time before. And rub it he did, with that bulge, as he wiggled on top of me, turning his head first this way and then that to kiss me.

Then it was Johnny, only somehow he knelt between my legs, and I couldn't close them because of his knees on the deck. And then his bulge was rubbing me ... first up ... and then down ... and then back up ... and then back down until I thought I would explode. Thank goodness he stopped. He whispered in my ear that I felt "Oh so good" and then got up while I lay there limp and panting.

I let my head roll and there, beside us was Sally and my brother, and he was doing the exact same thing to her, except that she had wrapped her legs around his back and was moaning.

Seamus was standing over them, his hands on his hips.

"Here now!" he barked. "That's my sister there, young fellow!"

Brad looked up as Sally's legs dropped to the deck, her heels making a thump. He looked abashed and levered himself up to his hands and knees.

"Er ... sorry," he mumbled.

Seamus offered him a hand to help him stand and grinned. "Don't hog her!"

Then he scrambled down between his own sister's legs and lay down on her, kissing her chin!

"Hi, baby sister," he joked. He was a whole year older than her, like Brad was a year older than me.

She started kicking, except she had nothing to kick at, and pushing, except he was much too heavy for her to move, and he was laughing. She called him all kinds of names, but pretty soon she started laughing too. She went to tickling him and that's when I found out how ticklish he was, because he tried everything to get away from her fingers. But she wrapped her legs around him like she had my brother, and he whooped and hollered and rolled until she was sitting on top of him. Then she leaned down and kissed him, right on the mouth!

"Think you're so clever, don't you," she purred at his shocked look.

I actually saw a gleam come into his eye, and I think she did too, and knew he was about to do something, because she pushed off the deck with her arms, like she was going to get off, and about then his hands came up and grabbed her breasts, giving them a squeeze.

"Nice mams," he grinned.

Sally slapped him on his shoulders and batted his hands away from her breasts, but when she stood up she was laughing. All of the rest of us were standing there staring at them.

Maybe that got Uncle Bob to thinking, and he realized how precarious things were, because he said that was it for the day and we took the boat back to the dock.

When we got back to the cottage, Aunt Prudence was in the kitchen, humming a tune. She looked happier than ever and was glad to see us. My father was sitting in a chair by the unlit fire and he looked guilty. I don't think anybody else noticed it, but I knew him so well that I knew that look. I didn't know what had caused it, but I knew he was hiding something.

We played scrabble that night, in teams. Brad and I teamed up and just thrashed the rest of them. I was proud.

In bed later, Sally and I stripped down and masturbated like crazy. All that kissing and groping had gotten us both hot as firecrackers, and a simple dinner and game of scrabble hadn't done anything to cool us off.

"Your brother is such a good kisser," Sally moaned as she rubbed between her legs. "And he's got such strong hands."

"I can't believe you kissed your brother," I panted.

"He's a pretty good kisser too," giggled Sally.

"And he touched your boobs!" I gasped, rubbing my clitty hard.

"You should let him do that to you," she panted. "I almost came when he did that. I rubbed against him."

"Have you no shame?" I gasped.

"I saw you over there flopping around under him ... and Johnny too. Don't try to play miss innocent with me," she huffed.

"I've never done anything like that before!" I objected.

"Me neither," she gasped. "But if I get the chance, I think I'll just do it again."

I didn't say it out loud, but I agreed with her a thousand percent.

As I think back on things, I think the same thing happened to all of us. In one sense we were just having fun feeling naughty and experiencing all those new feelings. At least they were new for me. And the more we did, the more exciting it got. And the more exciting it got ... the more we wanted to do.

When Uncle Bob wanted to go back to the grotto, this time with the boys, Sally and I were only too eager. And, once we got there, and Sally challenged me to take my top off to tease the boys, I did it with almost no feeling of shame or guilt. The boys, of course, went addled when they were faced by two laughing girls with bare breasts. We played tag in the water, us girls running from the boys, who eventually started working together to hunt us. First they'd separate us and then they'd all go after one of us. Naturally, when caught and surrounded by boys, their hands would wander and "accidentally" cup and squeeze our breasts. They always said, "Oops," or "Sorry," but we all knew they were doing it on purpose. Even Brad copped a feel of my breasts when he caught me. And the funny thing was that, after seeing her brothers do that to Sally, it didn't seem at all strange that Brad was doing that to me. He did it to Sally too, of course, holding her a little tighter and stealing kisses from her. He didn't kiss me ... not then. But his hands felt just as good on my tingling nipples as did those of Johnny and Seamus, who stole their kisses from me and their sister.

It about drove poor Uncle Bob to distraction as he scampered this way and that, taking pictures, trying to find the best vantage point while we kept moving. Finally he got us to pose standing still. Seamus was first with me. He stood behind me, both hands cupping my breasts. He leaned in to nuzzle my neck and my head lolled on his shoulder as streaks of pleasure shot from my neck and nipples to my belly. He pinched my nipples and I shuddered.

Johnny pushed him away and did the same thing, but he shoved his hard penis into my butt, and ran his hands up and down my front, stroking my belly and my breasts, over and over while I craned my head for a kiss.

Sally and Brad were next. I stood a little ways away and my eyes goggled as Brad mimicked his cousins, one hand cupping her breast, his mouth in a torrid open-mouthed kiss. He slid his hand down her flat belly and, before my very eyes, slipped it right into her bikini bottom. Her bush had puffed it out to begin with, but his hand made it look obscene. She arched her back, not making any attempt at all to get his hand out of her bikini bottoms.

Of course Johnny and Seamus complained bitterly, and came after me, reaching out their arms and hands like zombies and growling. I was both terrified that they might succeed in their obvious mission, and, as I swam away from them, afraid I might be able to keep them from doing it. They caught me in deep water and dragged me back to where the water was neck deep for them. I was shorter and they supported me, one on either side. Seamus, I think it was, attacked from the front, while Johnny slid his hand inside, onto my buttocks. My suit was too tight and the bow at the side couldn't take the pressure. I felt it give and then Seamus' finger slid between my pussy lips and he slipped a finger up into me. He held me up with that finger, his other hand on my back, while Johnny felt up my bottom and played with my breasts. I kicked like mad, and waved my arms around, but to be honest, all that did was make his finger wiggle around inside me, which felt amazing. Somehow I ended up hugging both boys to me as my body betrayed me. Seamus' finger was bigger than mine, and he went a lot deeper inside me than I'd ever gone. I felt some pain when his finger dug into somehing deep in my pussy, but the pleasure of what was happening washed that away almost immediately. Something in my mind told me that my virginity had just vanished, but I dismissed that. Surely only real sex counted for removing one's virginity.

My face bobbed under the water and I spluttered. I looked at Seamus, who was as wide eyed at getting to do this as I was at having it done.

"You're going to make me cum," I whispered.

"Oh ... please do," he whispered back.

It hit me, and I gurgled and moaned and basically had a conniption fit.

"My turn," said Johnny, his hand leaving my backside.

I looked over at Brad, who was in a kissing clench with Sally, her naked breasts pressed tightly to his chest. His hands were on her butt, but I couldn't see what they were doing under the water. All my thrashing had made my bottoms, which were only fastened on one hip how, fall down. I didn't want to lose them, so I pushed Johnny away and bent over, going under the water to grab them and pull them off. The water came to the top of my head, so I dropped down, pushed off the bottom and, as I broke the surface like a leaping dolphin, I threw the bottoms toward the shore. They didn't quite make it, landing a couple of feet from Uncle Bob's shoes. He looked down at the floating cloth, his mouth agape.

Johnny caught me and his finger replaced his brother's as I spread my legs wide in welcome. He lifted me enough to suckle at my nipples and I thought I'd just die. I felt Seamus at my back and looked at him. His eyes looked funny, and his right arm was making waves. I looked down through the water and just barely could make out through the ripples that his hand was moving back and forth at his groin. His Speedos made a dark blue line stretching from one thigh to the other and I realized he was masturbating.

I must have been insane, because before this day I would never have thought of doing what I did, but I reached for his arm and slid my hand down to his hand, where I found his penis. He moaned and let me grab it, leaning back in the water as I gave it a few tentative tugs. I didn't know what I was doing, though, and I must have hurt him, because his hand closed around mine and guided my motions from then on.

I honestly don't remember some of that incident. My mind was too full of feelings and what I was doing to Seamus. I know I had at least one more orgasm on Johnny's fingers, and I remember Seamus making the oddest noises and going stiff. And I remember seeing little blobs of white float up to the surface of the water on my right side, where Seamus was. I saw Sally pulling Brad out of the water and got embarrassed when I saw that they both had their bottoms on. He lay down on top of her, like we had on the boat, except now there was thick lush grass under her, and they writhed and kissed as he lunged his loins against hers. Johnny was pulling at me, toward them, and I was suddenly shy because I was stark naked. Seamus bent over and came up with his speedos in his hand, grinning at me.

"Don't want you feel like the odd one out." He winked.

Uncle Bob didn't know what to do. There was his daughter and nephew, doing everything but having sex on the grass, and then I came out naked, with a naked Seamus beside me and Johnny still in his trunks. The difference was that Seamus' penis was soft and hanging down, while Johnny's was poking the front of his suit out something fierce. Uncle Bob turned back and forth several times before finally deciding that my complete nakedness needed to be photographed more than the other couple's partial nudity.

Johnny was just as beside himself as he saw my brother rutting between his sister's legs. He turned to me with a pleading look in his eye and then I let myself be led to the grass beside the others. Oh, my goodness, let me tell you there is a big difference between a boy's lump rubbing you with your shorts or swim suit between you, and that same lump rubbing directly on your slippery pussy, even if it is still covered by a suit. His bulge was now lying up against his stomach, so the hard part was long and he rubbed that between my greasy pussy lips while he kissed me. He grunted and groaned and his eyes went wide and he froze. I thought he'd hurt himself at first, because he turned red in the face and got to his knees. He knelt backwards and, in a strained voice, said, "I've just cum in me pants!"

"And you've left the poor lass high and dry," chided his brother, who lay down beside me. I had visions of that naked penis of his pressed against my itching pussy lips, and finally more fear than lust entered my mind.

"We can't!" I croaked, putting one hand over my pussy and pushing at his penis with the other. It was about half hard and looked huge.

He grinned. "Not to worry little one," he said soothingly. "Would you let me do what we did in the water?"

The knowledge that if I did that, my virginity would be safe caused me to nod vigorously. I was really in a bad way. Johnny's rubbing hand brought me close to another orgasm and he had, indeed, left me high and dry. But when Seamus pulled my hand to his prick, and then slid his hand between my legs, I lay back, legs spread like a hussy, and let him diddle me until I thought my head would explode. Again, that was so torrid I don't remember each and every part of it. I do remember his kisses, and his lips moving to my neck and breasts, as my hand stroked his hardness and his hand fluttered delightfully between my legs. He probed me deeply with his fingers, and again I felt a twinge of pain, but ignored it. I came hard, harder than ever before, and got dizzy. He grunted and I felt something warm splatter on my hip and belly. He sighed and rolled to his back, jerking his penis out of my hand. When I had the strength, I raised my head to see streaks of thick white across my stomach, and falling off my hip onto the grass. I raised my eyes to see Uncle Bob, leaning over, his camera capturing the same thing, from a different angle.

Sally must have seen what was happening, because when I looked at her and Brad, they had each shoved their suits down to their thighs. She was masturbating him with vigor, and his hand was firmly between her legs, which were open only as much as her bottoms would allow. I watched in fascination as the thing in her hand began sending long strings of white into the air to fall almost exactly as Seamus' had fallen on me, except that one thick strand fell across her dark bush of hair and stood out starkly against that background.

"Perhaps ..." gasped Uncle Bob, "we have gone a wee bit too far."

We all looked at him, with his camera dangling from his hand by a strap, the front of his shorts tented out obscenely, and sweat dripping off his face.

I believe we all agreed unconsciously to be contrite as we walked back to the cottage, though, to be honest, I felt just fine. What had happened was strange, but it was so exciting that I just couldn't feel bad about it. Uncle Bob must have, though, because he barred us from the computer as he downloaded the pictures. We changed out of our wet clothes, and gathered in the living room. Our adventure had taken us past lunch, which Aunt Prudence had left on the counter for us. She was nowhere to be seen, nor was my father.

"Do you think we went too far?" asked Johnny, the eldest twin by all of ten or fifteen minutes.

"I had a lovely time," said Sally, making googoo eyes at my brother. I looked at his lap. His bulge was back.

"As did I," I said almost stubbornly. I had gone from a shy and retiring virgin to ... well something not so shy and retiring, obviously. As I look back on it now, I was a foolish girl, who had dipped her toe in the sea of sexual adventure, but had no idea of what kind of undertow there was further out. Neither, for that matter, did Sally. Maybe the boys knew, being a little older, but the truth of it was that none of them had done anything more than what we had done before we got naked. A little kissing here, a little fumbling and petting there, mostly innocent exploration of feelings caused by hormones. At that time, though, the memory of that last strong orgasm was fully in my mind.

I wanted to feel more orgasms that strong.

I had to go to the bathroom, and as I passed by Uncle Bob's closed door, I heard him moaning, almost crying out. I knew he felt badly that things had gotten so uncontrolled, but I didn't think it was that bad. I had no way of knowing that, at that moment, he was looking at the picture of my open legs, my pussy mouth still spread and open from Seamus' fingers, and his semen lying on my belly. That picture, as I was to find out later, hit him harder than any other he had taken.

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