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First Published: 20 October 2014

Alexander and Samantha
Alexander and Samantha by Isabella

Story Code: m/f, MM/f, Rape, Drugs, Incest, First Time, Under Age Sex

We're twins, no, don't be stupid, how can we be identical twins, I'm a boy and Samantha's a girl. We're fifteen years old and after our last summer holiday we agreed with each other that we would just outright refuse to ever go on holiday with our parents ever again. Mum and dad are both museum freaks, art gallery hags and historical house fanatics so every year of our life we had been forced around almost every museum, art gallery and historic house in the country and after fourteen years Sam and I said enough was enough.

Yes, I thought you'd pick up on that, yes, our parents had, in some hippy drugged up state of mind, chosen to give Samantha and I names that, when shortened, could be gender neutral or, rather, just the opposite to our actual gender.

Well, it was June and mum and dad were talking about Dorset for our summer holiday. Sam and I went through the non-verbal fight for which of us should be the one to tell our parents that we wouldn't be going with them his year. Well, I lost and so I had to stand up to my dad, he just smiled, I thought he would go mad but no, he just said, "Thank God, your mother and I can have a lot more fun if we're not dragging you two miserable buggers around with us. We'll get round far more places if we're not fighting to get you out of bed every morning and fighting with you to get breakfast and dressed before we can go out in the mornings. You're grandparent's will love having you round their house for a fortnight as well."

And there it was, I was being reasonable, I was just letting them know that their holiday ideas suck the big one and my dad had to be totally unreasonable and use the parental equivalent of 'Weapons of Mass Destruction', right out of the blue, the big one, the grandparent threat. We entered into negotiations, Sam sat with the phone on her lap and the card from 'Child Line' with their free-phone telephone number on it ready to call them, we were sure that the Grandparent threat could be described as cruel and unusual punishment.

It took a lot of negotiating but in the end we agreed that Sam and I would go with our parents to the caravan that they had chosen and that while our parents did their own thing around the cobwebs of the south coast of England, Sam and I would look after ourselves all day and we would join together for dinner each day, dinner and the show in the caravan site clubhouse if it was any good.

When our holiday started we couldn't go into our caravan until after three o'clock on the Sunday afternoon. It was high summer, three o'clock in the afternoon on the south coast of England, so naturally my dad had to drive along with his headlights on and the windscreen wipers set to monsoon.

The thing about English holidays is, we only get like three sunny days in a year, so if you're lucky enough to find one of those days while you're actually on holiday you drop all plans and head for the beach as it might be the only day you have the sun shining during your fortnight.

We didn't get to explore the caravan site on the Sunday afternoon because of the rain and because of the rain we were glad that our parents had dug a little deeper in their pocket this year and rented us an eight person caravan rather than the usual six person caravan that they usually hired. I know, I know, there are only the four of us and a six berth caravan should have provided ample space for us but the basic problem with a six berth caravan is that the living room of the van had to be used as one of the bedrooms and because it turned into a king-sized bed, it was usually our parent's bedroom.

This year our caravan had a double bedroom at the rear for mum and dad, a small room for me with bunk beds in it, the upper bunk could be folded away to make more space. Samantha had a similar bedroom but her bunk beds couldn't be folded but she didn't mind that, she had two huge cases of clothes that she left open on the lower bed while sleeping in the top one. It did however mean that the living room never had to be cleared up every night for someone to make the beds up.

The rain pounded down all night, the roof of a caravan wasn't the best soundproofed thing in the world so none of us really got much sleep. It was just starting to get light when I finally fell asleep so I guess that would have been about four o'clock.

Sam burst into my room at eight o'clock, it felt to me like I had only just closed my eyes, I looked at my clock and then threw my pillow at my sister for waking me up.

"You don't understand Alex, they've gone, the oldies have gone, just a note that says they'll be back at six o'clock and they don't expect to find any mess or dishes left dirty, it just says have fun and remember to get yourselves breakfast before you go out, drink plenty and use sunscreen."

"That's okay, I can understand that but what I can't understand is, WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU WAKE ME UP FOR! I've only just got to sleep."

"You shouldn't have been beating your meat all night then, it's sunny outside, I'm going to get my breakfast and head off to the beach, just thought you'd like to know, could be raining again by this afternoon!"

I didn't believe my sister, it had still been a monsoon outside just four hours earlier, how the hell could the sun be shining just four hours later? I flipped the blind up from my window and the bright sunlight was painful on my eyes, well, what do you know, my crazt sister wasn't dreaming, it was sunny outside, sunny and very muggy.

I jumped out of bed and wandered through into the living area of the caravan, at least with my mum and dad out I wouldn't get shouted at for wandering around in my boxers. Sam was sitting at the table eating Wheetypuffs, she was flouting our parent's rules too, wearing just her nighty and nothing else at the breakfast table. I got my breakfast and sat with my eyes out on stalks watching her breasts sway every time she moved her arms and boy was I glad that I was sitting down because I got a woody from watching her little thirty-four 'B' puppies trying to escape through the micro-mesh of her nighty.

I was left to finish my breakfast and for some reason it was my job to wash the dishes, I'd have to ask Sam what made it my turn to wash the dishes just as soon as she came out of her bedroom, I laugh a little when calling either of our bedrooms in the caravan bedrooms, we both had wardrobes at home that were bigger than our bedrooms in the caravan.

Sam walked out of her bedroom dressed in just her bikini, I hadn't actually looked up from scraping the last of the milk from my bowl, "Why should I wash the dishes?"

"You don't have to wash the dishes, but if I have to wash up I'm going to start wearing a thicker nighty and put my bra and knickers on under it so you won't have the image of my body in your head when you have your after breakfast wank."

Well, if she was going to use logic and reasoned argument to defeat me I guess that I'd better get off my arse and wash the dishes.

"That's not your usual bikini is it?"

"No!"

"Has mum seen it?"

"No and no one's going to tell her about it."

"Okay by me but did you know that there is more of you than there is bikini bottom?"

Sam looked confused but then she ran into the bathroom and looked at herself in the only full length mirror in the caravan, I followed her just to see the look on her face when she saw the wisps of hair sticking out in every direction, not that she had a great deal of hair down there in the first place.

"Do you think that mum or dad brought scissors with them?"

"I doubt it, the only thing that dad brought with him was his disposable razors."

Samantha closed the bathroom door and said, "The dishes still need washing, get a bag and put one of the large bottles of sparkling water in it and some snacks, crisps, biscuits, cakes and anything else that you can think of."

Sam was in the bathroom for twenty minutes but when she came out there was no sign of stray hairs around the tiny triangle of material that she was calling her bikini bottoms. Now, Sam was a very sporty girl, totally mad on dance and she had about the flattest abdomen of any girl I had ever seen, the other thing about her was that her hips were very prominent and stuck out way past her abdomen. When she wore her own bikini that wasn't a problem, the bottoms were full on and covered everything almost up to her belly button.

Well, I had my suspicions so I checked it out, I stood next to my sister and looked down and I was right, because her borrowed bikini bottoms were more like thongs than full knickers, the thin waistband was stretched tightly but only half way up her hips, I could see easily that she hadn't simply trimmed the sides and top of her pussy but she had totally skinned the cat.

I changed out of my boxers and into my Speedos in the privacy of my bedroom and I draped our two beach towels across my shoulders to hide as much of my scrawny body from public view as we walked from the caravan, Sam on the other hand was really flaunting it as she walked along, drinking in all the double-takes from the men around the site old and young.

Even at nine o'clock in the morning the beach closest to our caravan site was full of people staking their claim to eighteen square feet of stony sand. The thirty-six square feet that were left for me and Sam were the stoniest of the whole beach and also had a thousand dead jellyfish looking up into space.

There was a group of eight men close to where Sam and I were looking to spread out our towels, they all moved a little to create some space for Sam and I to spread out just one towel on some of the softer sand on the beach. I was a little concerned, the men ranged in age from around twenty years old to about fifty, the youngest and oldest of the men, Paul and Gavin were father and son and the rest seemed to be part of a sporting club who were taking a long weekend at the seaside.

I was right to be concerned; the men were drinking rather a lot even at that time of the morning and it didn't take long before they were making improper suggestions towards my sister. Well, all apart from Paul and his son Gavin who had wandered off into the sea for a splash about. All eight of the other men offered to put sun screen on Sam and three even tried to rub oil on her even after she told them not too.

I pointed out to Sam that all of the men were taking it in turns in sitting above her head so that they could look down the front of her bikini top as well as her bikini bottoms, she replied, "It's okay for them to look, just so long as they stop touching."

Paul came back up the beach and told his friends to behave themselves before apologising to Samantha for their crass behaviour. Paul looked up and down the beach and then looked exasperated; even more people were trying to squeeze onto the beach. When Gavin rejoined his father he mentioned Tyneham Cove just before Lulworth Bay, "They reckon there's a road almost all the way down to the beach and a car park as well and the place is hardly ever used, we could get there in fifteen minutes."

I saw Sam's ears twitch at the suggestion of a nearby beach with loads of room, Paul and Gavin saw the interested look in her eyes too and Paul asked her if she wanted to go with them, then he looked at me too, "Of course you can come too Alex, if you like."

I said that neither of us could go but Sam told me to speak for myself and she stood up and dusted five men off of her backside as well as clumps of sand. So, I had no choice, I had to go as well. We walked with Paul and Gavin to the car park outside of our caravan site, he had a twelve-seat minibus that he had obviously brought his friends down to the coast in.

As we drove out onto the main road a dozen or more cars were queuing up looking for parking spaces. The sunshine had certainly brought the holidaymakers out in strength. The road to Tyneham Cove was deserted as was the small car park at the end of the road. The beach wasn't much of a beach, less sand than at the beach we had just left but there was a fringe of grass that had been eaten close to the ground by sheep grazing and under a beach towel it was far softer than sand.

Paul and Gavin seemed content to just look at my sister and 'Entertain' her with witty banter and making rude comments to make her blush but she laughed as well and lapped up the attention of two much older men. At lunch time we were still the only four people on that beach and the sun was really baking down on us. Sam and I had finished off out large bottle of sparkling water and I started bitching that if we had still been on our usual beach I would have been able to pop back to our caravan for another bottle of water.

Paul told Gavin to pop back to the bus and see what was left in the cold box under the rear seats. I watched from my towel as Sam started to reapply her sunscreen, Paul's eyes were almost out on stalks as Sam rubbed the oil all over her body. There was something far sexier about a girl rubbing oil all over her body than that same girl just lying on her back inanimate.

Gavin walked back with four opened bottles of Lager, he handed me one of the weaker brands but gave Sam one of the five point five percent alcohol bottles. I would have protested about Gavin giving Sam the stronger beer but I was happier to have the weaker beer, I would stop them giving her any more beer though, I know what men think they can get from drunken young girls and as Sam's brother, I saw it as my duty to stop her having too much fun.

I sat with my back against a tree stump and drank my weak beer, Paul sat chatting Sam up, both drinking their beers slowly and doing a lot of laughing and joking around and Gavin was standing up, or rather than standing, he was humming a tune and dancing a solo dance with his bottle of beer. I thought that it was a little strange that as Gavin danced he was looking at me rather than looking at Sam and his father.

I saw a grin spread over his face and then he danced over towards me and picked up my beer bottle from the grass. I was surprised to see that as I could still feel the bottle between my fingers. I looked down at my hand but strangely my head didn't move, my mind was telling my head to move, telling my eyes to look down but I was still looking straight at Paul and Samantha, my head wasn't following any instructions.

I decided on a different tack and my brain sent messages to my arm to lift up but again, my muscles weren't answering the instructions from my mind. Gavin rummaged in our snacks bag and brought out a small, individually wrapped jam roll, a mini Swiss roll, he carefully tore open the end of the pack right in front of my face and then he took a little plastic bag that was tucked into his trunks, he took out two tiny pills, a pale blue colour with the impression of a crown stamped into one side of it.

He whispered, "If you like the effect these have on your sister, you can get them from any nightclub in the country but get the E's with the crown stamped in them, that's the mark of quality for ecstasy pills, they'll cost a little more but the effect will be well worth the extra."

He pushed the two pills into the end of the cake, forcing them into the jam layer, then he pinched the end closed between his thumb and forefinger, "Hey, either of you want a mini Swiss roll?"

Both Sam and Paul said yes at the same time and Sam looked over at Gavin as he made a big thing of opening the already opened end of the Swill roll, "You'd better share it as there is only one!"

Gavin half opened the cake and then pushed Sam's hand out of the way and placed the cake halfway into her mouth, making sure that she got both of the pills hidden in her half of the cake, then Paul reached out and pulled Sam's face closer to his and he ate the other half of the cake straight from her lips, then he placed his beer bottle against Sam's lips and encouraged her to wash her cake down with his beer.

Sam coughed and spluttered as the beer carried the cake down her throat unchewed and as Paul swallowed a mouthful of beer and cake Sam laughed her head off. Gavin started dancing again, humming the tune he was dancing too out loud and then he invited Sam to dance with him. In my head I was screaming out to my sister to be careful, shouting out that Gavin had given her ecstasy but nothing was coming out of my mouth.

My sister could never be called reserved in anything that she did, when she danced it was always energetic and often suggestive, I was well used to watching her dancing with her friends and the fact that she would usually be dancing suggestively with other girls always gave me an erection. I watched her start dancing with Gavin; she was her usual exuberant self but was dancing about two feet away from Gavin.

I watched, frozen like a statue as the effect of the drugs took over my sister, her exuberant dance changed slowly into a more raunchy dance and she closed the gap between herself and Gavin until they were close enough to kiss and Sam was positioning her legs either side of Gavin's right leg to grind herself against his knee. As they kissed she had her arms wrapped around Gavin's neck but Gavin pulled her hands off and repositioned them on his hips and she began to rub her hands all over his ribs and down to his hips.

"Hey Samantha, be careful, you don't want to push my trunks down do you?"

Samantha pulled her lips away from Gavin's and giggled loudly, then she looked down at where her hands were on his hips, her fingers were right on the waistband of his trunks, I saw her eyes flick from her own hands down to the bulge sticking out in front of his body.

"Now Sam, Don't do it, stop!"

Sam giggled again and then pushed Gavin's trunks down, Sam's right hand moved to cover her mouth as she giggled at the sight of Gavin's cock as his trunks slowly dropped to the floor. Gavin shook his head in mock disgust but then just started to hum and dance again as he struggled to kick his trunks off. The fact that Gavin was totally naked seemed to slip Sam's mind and she just began to dance with Gavin again and it was the sexually charged kind of dancing again.

Paul had been keeping a close eye on his son and my sister as they danced and then Paul stood up and slipped in behind Sam turning her into a dance sandwich between him and his son. Gavin turned Sam round so that she was facing Paul and she wrapped her arms around Paul's neck and started raining kisses down on Paul's lips. Gavin took hold of Sam's arms and moved them so that her hands were now on Paul's hips, then Gavin looked over at me to make sure that the three of them were 'Performing' right in front of me.

Gavin placed Sam's hands on the waistband if his dad's trunks and then whispered in her ear, "Don't you dare push my dad's trunks down."

Sam stopped kissing Paul and she looked down at his trunks, Paul wasn't as hard as Gavin had been and his trunks were nowhere near as tightly stretched across his hips as Gavin's trunks had been. Sam gave another giggle and then started to push Paul's trunks down.

"Sam, stop that, don't you dare, stop trying to take my dad's trunks off."

Paul's trunks didn't fall to the floor the way that Gavin's had and Sam had to push Paul's trunks all the way down, as her face got close to Paul's groin, he put his hands on the back of her head and pulled her face in closer to his cock, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her lips before letting her go and she was giggling all the while.

Paul and Gavin danced with my sister squashed between their naked bodies for another ten minutes before Gavin said, "Hey, what's going on here, when you took our trunks off you promised us that you'd go topless and here you are still all covered up, come on, play fair!"

Sam's expression changed to one of shock, she looked down at her bikini covered breasts and then giggled again and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, but it's your own fault, I had to take your trunks down myself, you should have just taken my bikini top off if you wanted it off."

Samantha struggled to find the ends of her back strap, Gavin placed the ends of the chords into her hands to help her and she pulled the bow open and Gavin pushed the neck strap off over her head.

"Wow Sam, you have a fantastic size and shape to your breasts, you should be a model."

Gavin turned Sam to face him, "Wow dad, you're right, Sam has the best tits I've ever seen."

Gavin bent his head and started to fondle, bite and suck on my sisters tits, Sam looked over at me sitting on the grass, my back fixed against the tree stump, her hand was on the back of Gavin's head and she closed her eyes and she smiled over at me.

"You think your brother will be upset that you're topless with us Sam?"

Sam opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at Paul and shook her head, "Alex loves to peek at my titties, he jerks off after seeing them every time."

"Does he ever see your cunt though Sam?"

Sam looked over at me and then struggled to look Paul in the eye while Gavin was keeping her body held firmly in front of him to work on her breasts.

"I don't think he's ever seen my pussy apart from through my nighty every morning and he can't see much through my nighty, not like my tits."

"Well, that's hardly fair is it, perhaps you should show Alex your pussy right now!"

Sam giggled again and then pulled free of Gavin's attention and she walked over to me using her best 'Stripper's walk' and when her abdomen was just a few inches from my face she pulled her bikini bottoms down. She was bent over almost double, legs straight as she pushed her bottoms down to her ankles and as she was bent over Paul came up behind her and pushed her forward so that her face crushed into mine and then Sam grunted as she kissed me and I realised, even though I couldn't actually see, that Paul was fucking her from behind as she kissed me.

Paul fucked her for several minutes before Gavin came over and pulled Sam's mouth away from mine and pushed his cock into her mouth just four inches away from my eyes. Paul started to verbalise and grunt, "You fucking whore, you're too tight for me to hold off any longer."

Sam was just getting into the swing of sucking Gavin's cock when Paul pulled his cock out of her cunt and I watched as a huge clump of bright red semen fell from Sam's cunt onto my lower legs. Gavin pulled his cock out of Sam's mouth and he turned her round so that she was still bent over and facing Paul. Gavin was very careful how he put his cock in Sam's already dripping cunt so that I could see his cock opening her wider than his father had done.

Paul's cock was covered in Sam's blood but she didn't seem to care one little bit and she took his cock into her mouth greedily. Gavin fucked Sam until he climaxed into her as well and then Sam was turned to face me and she was pushed down onto her knees, one knee either side of my legs and her face pressing against mine. Sam was raining kisses down over my lips as two loads of semen ran from her cunt all over my lap.

By the time Sam got fed up of kissing me with no reaction from me and pulled her face away from mine so that I could see beyond her we were alone on the grass fringe around the beach. Paul and Gavin's stuff was all gone as was their minibus from the car park.

Sam curled up at my side and went to sleep still totally naked, I was still fixed in my place by whatever drugs Gavin had put in my beer for several hours, forced to just look down on my sisters naked body as Gavin and Paul's semen mixed with Sam's busted cherry blood dried into scabs on my lap.

Sam slept soundly until I started to get feeling back in my hands and when I finally managed to wake her up she pushed me over in the grass and clambered on top of my body and tried to have sex with me, she even managed to pull my trunks down and got me hard enough for her to use.

We were both badly burnt by the sun and very confused by the drugs we'd been given, Sam remained naked until a group of surfers turned up and helped her to get dressed. They wanted to call the police but Sam managed to convince one of them just to take us home, well, back to our caravan site but first Sam and I both had to go into the sea to cool down and wash the blood from our bodies.

By the time mum and dad got back to the caravan Sam and I were dressed and reasonably sober, we both got a bollocking for overdoing the sunbathing on our first day. We had dinner in the restaurant in the clubhouse and watched an armateur talent competition in the show lounge.

The next day was raining, mum and dad offered to take us with them to Highclear Castle, the country house where Downton Abby was filmed but we both turned them down, preferring to sit around inside a caravan than going to yet another historical house with our parents.

As soon as they were gone Sam came into my room, "Hey you, are you still weird with me for fucking you yesterday?"

"I'm not weird with you, I'm a bit pissed off with Gavin and Paul though for drugging us and leaving us like that."

"I'm pissed off with them too, I wanted my first time to be special and I can't remember hardly anything that happened."

"What, you wanted all that 'Mr Right Thing', on your wedding night?"

"No, I turned loads of boys down who wanted to fuck me because I was hoping that you would be my first."

"Me! Why me?"

"God, from the first time I watched you cum on my knickers I wanted you to fuck me."

I blushed even redder than the sunburn on my face.

"You've watched me wanking off?"

"God yes, I always gave you a little flash and you'd run off to the bathroom but you were always so desperate that you never bothered to close the door properly, all I had to do was tip-toe down the passage and remember the two floorboards that squeak, you know, step over them and watch you as you searched in the dirty linen basket for either my dirty panties or mums and you would always wrap your cock in our panties and rub yourself off. Then one day, out of the blue, you actually spunked up into the crotch of my little pink bikini panties, the look on your face was classic..."

I felt my cock harden as I remembered how I used to use my mother's or Sam's knickers to wank into and not always their dirty knickers, if the laundry basket was empty i'd happily use clean ones.

"...I found my panties back in the laundry basket after you'd finished and then took them into my bedroom and used the spunk filled crotch to masturbate myself and ever since then I wanted you to ask me for sex."

"You know I couldn't do that, mum and dad would kill me if they found out and what about the law, it's illegal isn't it?"

"Well, I'm not likely to tell anyone am I? And it isn't like I'm planning on having your baby or anything!"

"Baby! What about yesterday, Paul and Gavin weren't wearing condoms or anything, and come to that neither was I when you raped me! You could already be pregnant and the baby could be mine or theirs."

"No, I was safe, I was just finishing my period, most of the blood was from me losing my virginity but some was what was left over from my period."

"Well, at least you don't have that worry but what about STD's, Paul and Gavin could have been riddled with them!"

"Well, if they were, chances are we'll both have them too by now, so what do you think?"

"We'll probably need to check if there are any confidential clinics back home and go and get checked out!"

"Well, naturally, but that's something for after we're home, what about you and me?"

"What about you and me?"

"Well, I might have fucked you yesterday but you didn't really fuck me back and, well, I was out of my head as well so I can't remember what it was like with you so what about it?"

"You mean do it again sometime?"

"Well, not exactly sometime, mum and dad will be out for nine hours and it's pissing down with rain, why don't we do it now?"

"What about the suntan?"

"Mine is a little painful but I'm not going to let that stop me having my fun."

"So where do you want to do it?"

"Not in your room or mine, so that leaves mum and dad's room or the living room, you could convert the seats into a king-sized bed and we could use beach towels to stop the cushions betting damaged."

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