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First Published: 02 December 2015

Agden Reservoir
by Isabella

Story Code: m/F, m/f, Mum/Son, Bro/Sis, Incest, Public Nudity

I know loads of people who can remember exactly where they were when there was a life-changing event, like where they were when John F Kennedy was assassinated or what they were eating when John Lennon was shot, or who they slept with on the night Ringo Star was stabbed, tied up, thrown from the top of the Empire State Building and then set on fire, what, Ringo's still alive, that must have just been wishful thinking on my part.

I know where my life-changing journey started out from, a small wooded car park at Agden Reservoir in the Peak District National Park. It was the first week of the summer holiday; I have two teenage children and not very much money so an eight-week holiday could prove very draining on our family budget, I decided that a few days a week, doing fun stuff and a few doing educational stuff and the rest, well physical exercise.

We had already done the Alton Towers day out, a day at The Black Country Living Museum and a trip to the Natural History Museum. Now it was time for the physical exercise, I had totally prepared, I had a good quality map of the National Park, a clip board to hold the map in place, a compass, Peter, thirteen and Emily fifteen both had stout walking boots and back-packs, I didn't overload them, they both had a large bottle of water and fruit, energy bars and a few sweets.

I wore trainers; my pack had four litres of spring water, a mountain of sandwiches and snacks. I had checked the weather and the forecast was perfect. I had picked an easy route; parked the car in a small wooded car park at Agden Reservoir, the walk was around five miles to the West to Ladybower Reservoir and on to the A57 to catch the local bus back to the car park. I had a sheet of paper and a broad tipped marker pen, I left a note in the car windscreen with the number in my party and the time we left the car park and the time we were due to get back, where we were headed and that we had a map and a compass, all the bases covered.

We set out, I was full of energy and my kids were, well they were kids, Peter was complaining that he got all the exercise he needed playing on his 'Wii' and Emily was worried that she wouldn't be home in time for an important party. The 'Wii' wasn't purchased by me, it was conscience payment from his father when he left, not left me, he'd done that four years before, he left all of us, he had a contract in Australia and was planning on trying to make it permanent.

We set off, I had the compass trapped under the clip on the clipboard, I didn't really need the map, just walk west until we reached the edge of the Ladybower, then walk around it until we reached the bus stop on the A57. I was expecting the walk to take two hours at the most; we set out at ten o'clock in the morning. I planned to eat our picnic on the banks of the reservoir.

We had basically been walking upwards for three hours, there were a few downs too but the downs were a lot less than the ups, I put the fact that we had been walking for three hours instead of two and the Ladybower was still nowhere in sight down to the fact that it was taking longer to go five miles uphill than I had expected.

It was getting darker, it shouldn't have been getting dark, it was only just after one pm and it wasn't due to get dark until seven or eight hours later. We were walking on a downward part of the path; there was a little stream at the bottom of the valley, the path by this time was just a hint in the grass showing that others had passed that way earlier but the path, as much as it was, led directly to quaint stepping stones that made the crossing of the stream easier if not totally safe, at least we should remained dry.

Peter got suspicious when we all finally reached the safety of the other bank, "This route was supposed to be an easy one, that means that even disabled people should be perfectly okay on it, you'd never get a wheelchair over that stream!"

Peter asked to look at the map, there was no stream marked on the map anywhere on the marked route, he suggested that once we got to the top of the next rise we should try and see if we could get any locational assistance from the extra height. At the top of the hill Peter again took the map, he scanned the direction we had come from, we couldn't get any help forward as there was another steep valley and then the ground rose once again, Peter turned a full circle, "Mum, the compass needle hasn't changed direction!"

He held the clip board up to me, then he turned, the needle of the compass didn't move so much as one degree, he checked the clipboard, the back of the clip on the board was magnetic so that it could be placed on a metal board until it was required, the compass that I had been following all the time had been pointing at the magnet rather than the North Pole.

"We should just turn round now and try and follow the path back!" Peter had just got those words out when a sudden summer shower broke overhead, we had started back down toward the stream when we noticed that the stream was flowing very much faster and was a lot deeper than it had been fifteen minutes earlier when we first crossed it.

The rain was now falling so fast that it was bouncing back up off of the ground by four to six inches, the stream was already impassable. We went back up to the top of the rise, visibility was closing down fast, we could just make out a river at the bottom of the next valley about fifty feet below us and then the mist rolled in and the river disappeared in the mist, a lightning bolt ripped the sky directly overhead, while Emily and I clung to each other on the edge of hysteria Peter was keeping his head and using the extra light provided by the lightening to see our salvation. "Over there..." Peter was pointing diagonally down the slope, "...looks like a small house!"

Emily and I had our eyes closed tight, everyone knows that eyelids are protection against the million or so volts in a lightning bolt, we both thought that Peter was imagining the house, like a kind of wishful thinking mirage but we followed on after him as we were soaked to the skin and didn't have any place better to go.

The house was in fact a shepherd's cottage, the door had no lock on it and there was a sign at the side of the front door welcoming those in distress to wait out the storm, there were matches and firewood inside the one roomed cottage but nothing much else, there was an old overstuffed armchair in front of the fire that had definitely seen better days and there was a single bed and mattress against one wall, there was no bedding for the bed. Emily found a ball of bailing twine and used it to make an impromptu washing line across one corner of the room while Peter did the man thing and created fire in the hearth.

I checked out the mattress, it was disgusting, dirty and very stained, I flipped it over, the underside was slightly less stained but not much better than the top. The cottage had a corrugated iron roof and the rain was drumming against it like gunfire in a war, the fire was beginning to throw a little heat into the room, Emily was stripping off her wet clothes and starting to hang them out on the line.

I knew that she was right to do it; we all needed to get out of our wet clothes and get in front of the fire for warmth. Nudity didn't bother me, I had neither encouraged nor discouraged it at home, we just normally walked around the house dressed, normally but if one or other of us caught another in the bath or anything it was no big deal. Eventually we were all nude, Peter was being a little bashful, trying to keep his front away from his sister and me, then Emily grabbed his arm and turned him to face her, he was ram-rod hard, he had a very muscular body for a thirteen year old and a little halo of dark hair around the base of his cock, which was much bigger than I had imagined it would be.

Emily had a mischievous smile on her face, and she was nodding her head up and down as if she was saying, 'Yay, way to get excited bro' The heat from the fire was starting to warm through the fabric of the building and was starting to reach the single bed. I checked my watch, it said four o'clock but I realized that the second hand wasn't sweeping, the rain had got in and stopped the mechanism, the room was in total darkness apart from the light of the fire, I suddenly felt very tired, it could have been caused by six hours of strenuous exercise or the rain or the fear but I suddenly needed to lie down.

Peter stacked even more logs onto the fire while I climbed onto the bed, I got as far onto the bed as possible, my back pressed hard against the wall and I was lying on my left side, I felt myself slipping almost instantly into sleep, Peter woke me as he slipped onto the bed and moved so that his back was pressing against my stomach, I reached over and pulled him against me harder, we needed to be as close as possible to get all three of us on the same single bed. I was almost asleep again when Emily bounced onto the bed, she had her back to Peter and again pressed herself against him as he was pressing himself against me, I slipped off to sleep again.

I half woke to the sound of Emily whispering to Peter, "Okay Peter boy, which one of us was it?"

"What?"

"Which of us gave you that stiffy?"

"What?"

"You were nice and hard, I can still feel it against my bum, was it me or mum who got you all excited?"

"Fuck off and leave me alone!"

"If it was mum then it's okay by me, you can just reach back like this and feel her up, she's asleep, even if you woke her she'd probably pretend to stay asleep, it has been about five years since anyone even touched her!"

There was a chuckle in her voice, I opened my eyes slightly to see that she had her hand behind her back, she was obviously rubbing Peter's cock hidden between their bodies. "Come on Peter; just let it go in there."

I should have done something to stop it but Emily was right, it had been so long since I had been touched that I knew what it felt like to be turned on and no way out but to look after my own needs, a climax under those conditions was the loneliest kind of pleasure on earth. I'd just let everything go for now and in the morning I'd sit them both down and give them the 'This must never happen again!' lecture.

Emily guided Peter's cock between her thighs and the instant his cock was sheathed in the soft flesh between her legs at the top of her thighs he started to rock back and forth, masturbating himself against her flesh.

I felt his body curl slightly and he thrust a little harder, "God Peter, it almost went in, it's too dangerous to let you go all the way. If you still want to do it next week I'll let you, it'll be safe then for a week or so."

I held my breath; I had come close to gasping at Emily's offer to let her brother fuck her when she was in the safe part of her menstrual cycle. Peter tried again, "Peter stop it, I can't let you fuck me there today, it's too dangerous!"

"Well, just rubbing between your legs won't do it for me; I may as well just use my own hand like I usually do."

'Just a little more than a mother wants to hear kids!' ran through my mind as Peter tried to get his cock in Emily's cunt again. Emily rolled away from her brother and onto the floor onto her knees, I thought that she was going to walk over to the arm chair in front of the blazing log fire but I was wrong, she just twisted her body and kissed her way down Peter's body until her mouth reached his cock and then she took him in her mouth.

Peter wriggled away from me and onto his back giving me a perfect view of what he and his sister were doing, I tried to keep my eyes closed but I just couldn't, I even stopped squinting, pretending to sleep, I just lay there in the glow if the fire with my eyes wide open as Emily sucked her brother's cock with a great deal of effort. Emily rolled her eyes up to my face and saw me looking at what she was doing. She let his cock pop out of her mouth with a plop, "What about you mum, when did you have your last period?"

I'd never actually talked to my daughter about my periods, the only time I had ever mentioned periods to her was the day I found spots of blood in the crotch of her panties and explained to her about the changes taking place in her body and the fact that she had all of the mess and cramps to contend with every twenty-eight days for the next fifty years or so and that was four years ago. "Three weeks ago!"

"Well, you're safe; you could let Peter fuck you."

"I couldn't, it's wrong, I'm his mother, it would be incest."

Emily waved Peter's cock at me like it was a flag, "Mum, I wouldn't leave a dog in the street in this condition, it would be inhumane. We're lost in the Peak District, no food and very little water with no telling how long this storm could last. No one will be looking for us in this shed because they think we were heading west and you left them a note. Peter could die a virgin and you're the only one that's safe enough to help him!"

Peter spun his head in Emily's direction, "You'll die a virgin too!"

Emily chuckled, "That bus left the depot when I was younger than you are now darling brother!"

It was my turn to look shocked at Emily, she looked away for a second to compose herself before looking back into my eyes, "Mum, when you thought I had started my period I hadn't, that was the day I lost my virginity."

"Who to?"

"Mum, I'm not going to tell you who it was."

Peter was looking at my face and body and suddenly something his sister had said earlier plopped into his head and he looked at her, "Wait a minute, did you just say you'd have sex with a dog in the street if it were horny?"

"I didn't say that, I said I'd look after it, if I couldn't find an obliging bitch I'd use my hand like I would for any dumb animal!"

Emily grabbed Peter's arm and leg and pulled him toward her and the edge of the bed, making more room between Peter and me, "Come on mum, I'd do it but he could make me pregnant and neither of us want that!"

'No way, don't do that, not in a million years, just keep on your side and you'll be safe from temptation.' went through my head as I slowly slid onto my back at the side of my son. Emily prodded Peter, "Go on, do her before she changes her mind."

As Peter slid his body over mine I could see my husband's face in Peter's so it didn't seem nearly so wrong as he slipped his cock into my pussy and began fucking me like a rabbit on speed. I didn't get the chance to get close to a climax before he fired off into me, I looked over to Emily, I guess in disappointment more than anything else.

"Way to go knucklehead, way to spoil what could have been almost a religious experience if you'd been less greedy. Never cum before you've given the girl her climax unless you're planning on trying to keep going until mum climaxes after you've finished."

Peter had stopped and was about to pull out when his sister berated him so he started off all over again, his cock softened slightly but then regained its original strength and vigour. Because he had already climaxed once Peter went on for ages, driving me to a height of sexual pleasure that I'd forgotten existed, and all with Emily on her knees at the side of the bed giving Peter pointers, telling him to kiss me, bite my neck, play with my breasts and bite my nipples all adding to my heightening pleasure.

When Peter finally climaxed for the second time he rolled off of me exhausted and I slipped back onto my left hand side with my bottom pressing against the wall. I found myself gently kissing Peter's shoulder and the nape of his neck as he rolled back into place with his bottom pressing into my belly. Emily got back on the bed but she was facing her brother, she took his right hand and pulled it down between her legs, "Come on Peter, let me teach you what to do when your cock's tired but your girl hasn't finished with you!"

Emily spent the next hour teaching her brother how to masturbate her, she taught him how she liked her breasts to be played with, she made Peter give her over a dozen orgasms before she let him stop, she pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked over Peter's shoulder at me, "Pity you didn't think to bring a picnic with you mum, I'm starving and a little energy bar isn't going to satisfy me one little bit."

I pushed myself up onto my elbow, "God, I forgot all about the stuff in my pack, I have sandwiches, pork pies, sausage rolls and crisps!"

"Mum, how could you forget you had a picnic in your back pack? We're all starving!"

We all sat around naked on the bed eating our picnic. I only allowed half the food to be eaten, we still had to think about breakfast and the possibility that the storm might last longer, might even last all day tomorrow.

We had no idea what the time was when we finally went to bed but Peter had once again stacked the hearth with wood so that even though our clothes were now dry, we didn't bother to get dressed, the room was so warm inside.

Peter woke first in the morning; he climbed over his sister and opened the door on a beautiful sunny July day. The river was just a foot from the door of the shelter; it had been closer to twenty feet away when we arrived the day before. We all dressed, fortunately the fire had burnt itself out during the night so Peter cleared the hearth, cleaned everything up, he dumped the ashes in an ash pit behind the house and brought in logs from a wood store stacked under a rough shelter at the side of the cottage. We ate a little more of our food and then set out climbing up the side of the valley back in the direction of our car.

At the top of the hill in the bright sunlight Peter could work out three features in the distance that allowed him to orient the map correctly, the little stream with the stepping stones was still a raging torrent but Peter could see a farm track on the map around a half mile upstream from where we were. The farm track would lead to a minor road and that, in turn would lead to the A57 and on that road we could catch a bus back to our car.

We arrived in the car park close to lunch time, there was a Land Rover parked close to our car that looked like it was a porcupine because of the number of aerials sticking out of the roof. It was the command and control vehicle for the local mountain rescue team. We had a long conversation with the guy coordinating the search for Emily, Peter and me. He tried to stop himself laughing too much as Peter showed him why we'd been walking south all day when I'd written that we were heading West using a map and compass.

Peter pointed out the shelter that we'd spent the night in on our map, the man knew it well, he said that he'd check it out the next time he was passing to make sure that enough supplies were in place for the next group that needed emergency shelter.

We drove home and we all went to bed, I still planned to have my, 'That must never happen again speech!' after we'd had a few hours to rest but I was just a little too late because when I woke up and went looking for Emily and Peter I found them both in Emily's room, in Emily's bed, fucking merrily away. Emily had given Peter one if her secret stash of condoms so he could fuck her without worrying about making her pregnant.

3,750 Words.

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