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Simon and Samantha appear in another story posted 5 days later Special Agent

Simon and Samantha
by Isabella

Story code: b/g, M/g, M/F, Under Age, Incest, blackmail, Voyerism, Exhibitioniam, First Time

Simon and Samantha were unremarkable twelve year old kids, their mother, Fiona, was an unremarkable mother and their father Fred, well, the least said about Fred the better, when his wife delivered him perfectly healthy twins, one boy and one girl, some would say the perfect instant family, he was off over the horizon like a scalded baboon.

After Fred ran out on Fiona, she was left to struggle bringing up the twins all on her own. Fiona had flitted from one poorly paid job to another, always struggling to keep a roof over their heads. Now that the kids were both on the edge of their teens, they had all ended up at the Sea View Caravan and Mobile Home Park. Fiona was the site warden during the day and she worked in the club house in the evening, cooking, waiting on table or serving in the bar, Simon and Samantha didn't get to see much of their mother but they did have a roof, such as it was, over their heads and food on the table.

There were other advantages of living at the Mobile Home site, the Tupperware hut that they all called home was by the entrance to the site, so the kids could make as much noise as they wanted in the evening as there was no one else close to them to complain, they had a small garden that ran from their 'chalet', along the back of the main office and toilet - shower block with the club building blocking off the third side and the towering sand dune behind, so they had total privacy if little in the way of sunlight.

There was a swimming pool on the site that Simon and Samantha could use if they wanted too but there was also a large sandy beach just a few yards from the gate, but at twelve Simon's interest in the pool had waned, his interest in the beach wasn't as strong since the local council had banned the practice of topless sunbathing on that stretch of coastline. Simon's interest had been well and truly captured by a knot hole in the wooden wall at the rear of the shower block, Samantha was the only other person in the world who knew about the small hole that allowed her brother to see into one of the shower cubicles. Simon never tried to hide his peeping activity from his sister, they were twins, they were linked by threads that were stronger than steel, if one felt pain then so did the other, if one felt pleasure, well, the pleasure thing wasn't quite as strong a bond as the pain was but Samantha knew every time her brother gave himself pleasure, whatever the time, day or night.

Whenever Samantha took her morning shower, she always walked past that stall that she knew held special interest for her brother, she had always walked past it in the past, not because she worried about her brother spying on her, they were twins, they always went to the toilet at the same time, always brushed their teeth at the same time, always showered at the same time, so Samantha knew that there was no chance of her brother spying on her.

One day things changed slightly, Samantha stopped at the 'hole in the wall' stall, as she started to shower she realised that her brother was giving himself pleasure in the shower room just a few feet away from her, she could neither see nor hear but she could feel the pleasure her brother was giving himself and for the first time in her life, as the warm water cascaded over her body she reached between her legs and massaged herself to her first ever climax.

As Samantha reached her climax she realised that she could now hear her brother, he had masturbated himself in the next room to hers so often that Samantha could never have counted the number, even at school, Simon would go to the toilet three or four times a day and Samantha felt his pleasure every time but this time, as she gasped through her own orgasm she could hear her brother gasping too.

The two children left the shower block at the same time, Simon opening the men's door at the exact moment that Samantha opened the women's door; the only difference between the two children was that Samantha had a bright red face and Simon had the biggest grin on his face that Samantha had ever seen. It was a busy time at the camp site, school holidays were always busy and this was the long holiday, and they were just a few days in. At eleven o'clock in the morning, Samantha was in the little garden, the sun reached the garden from ten until two, Samantha could sit out there in her cut-off's and bikini top and no one would usually see her sunbathing apart from her brother, her mother ate her lunch in the office as lunch time was the busiest in the day with people leaving and arriving. Simon was out on his bike; usually he cycled around the camp site's roads, looking for new girls to fantasise about.

Simon spotted three women heading to the shower block that was in front of his little garden, there were only four cubicals, Simon was only twelve so he couldn't work out the odds of one of the women going into his special shower stall but he knew it was high and he broke all the speed limits and road rules around the camp to get into his garden before he missed too much of the potential show.

Samantha was totally ignored as Simon rushed through the garden from the chalet, he had looked in the office to make sure his mother was there and busy with a queue of customers. As he approached the back wall of the shower block Simon could hear the water starting to run, his eye was on the hole in the wall so fast that he banged his head on the wooden wall, Samantha looked up from her book, shook her head and then returned to the Famous Five and the Adventure of the Space Mushroom, or whatever dumb book she had borrowed from the library.

Both kids were so use to being totally alone in their garden, totally unobserved that neither of them ever looked around to make sure, Simon's hand was in his shorts, as luck would have it, his special stall had the youngest of the women in it taking her shower and as she rubbed her soapy hands over her body Simon's hand rubbed over his cock and as Simon rubbed his cock in his shorts, Samantha's hips lifted off of her sun lounger as she got the tingle between her legs that told her that her brother was pleasuring himself.

Both kids were wrong about their privacy at that moment though, the high sand dune that towered above their home was well fenced and notices posted that it was unsafe to climb the dunes and that there was a local bye-law that make it illegal to climb on the dunes but even so, at that precise moment, Mr Scott who lived in one of the Mobile Homes in the residential portion of the caravan site was sitting at the top of the sand dune and he was watching both children with interest.

It was a few days later when Mr Scott spotted Simon riding past his chalet, he called him over, Simon was shocked to hear that he had been seen spying on the women in the shower block, Mr Scott threatened to tell the site owner about Simon's peep-hole in the wall at the back of the showers and although Simon hadn't made the hole if a complaint were to be made to the owner his mother could lose her jobs and they could lose their home. Simon was wondering if he could call Mr Scott's bluff, after all, just because there was a hole in the wall, there was no proof that Simon even knew about it. Simon must have telegraphed his thoughts on taking the innocence option because he was invited in to the chalet to see a video on Mr Scott's PC.

There was a quick glimpse of Samantha climbing onto the sun lounger, her young firm breasts popped into view momentarily as Samantha adjusted her bikini top, then the camera panned and tilted up to show four young women walking towards the shower block, then the camera zoomed in on Simon as he sped, the wrong way around the camps one way system on his pushbike. The camera stayed focussed on Simon's progress and caught him dropping his bile at the front of the office and running into his chalet, the camera beat Simon to the rear door of the chalet and as Simon ran to his 'special' spot on the rear wall of the shower block there was a puff of steam from the vent directly above Simon's head as he peeked through the hole.

The camera pulled back slightly, enough to show Samantha humping her hips into the air and also Simon could clearly see himself rubbing his cock inside his shorts, well, you couldn't actually see what he was actually doing but if shown to the site owner he would assume the worse.

"I'll give you overnight to think about it, I'll need that long to edit my video so that no one will be able to accuse me of peeping at your sister, if you come to me and agree to do anything that I tell you too, I won't hand my film over to the owners!" The video was switched to another clip; a kingfisher was standing on the branch of a tree over a fast moving river. "Now if I just zoom in on the bird, take out the river and the rest of the tree and splice that in over the opening shot of your sexy little sister, then blur the image slightly so it looks like I'm focussing on you, then onto the women and back to you, I'll make it look totally innocent on my part and they'll hang you out to dry!"

Simon had a very sleepless night, he wasn't at all experienced in sexual matters but he had heard of men who liked boys and the school playground gossip was that some boys got horribly hurt when men buggered them, so he definitely wasn't looking forward to paying for his tiny little crime in that way.

When Simon went back to Ken Scott's chalet to agree to do whatever Ken demanded, he was surprised that Ken Scott didn't have designs on his own arsehole, "How much influence do you have over your sister?" Simon was a little taken aback by Ken Scott's question, "None!" "That's a pity, I've decided that she has to come to me and beg me to fuck her so that I don't get you all kicked out of here!"

Simon had never heard an adult say the 'Fuck' word; it was reasonably standard currency of the school playground, when one of his friends said it, it was funny, when one of his adversaries used the word it was a threat but when an adult said it, especially when directed at his sister, it seemed a lot more frightening.

Simon knew of course that it was the job of a brother to protect his sister's virginity and innocence with his life but at twelve years old Simon just wasn't equipped to deal with a threat on this level. Ken handed Simon a DVD, "You do have a DVD player?" Simon nodded his head, "Right then, take this to your sister, make her watch it and make sure that you have the sound turned on for her!"

Simon walked back to his chalet and his sister, he was pushing his bike and carrying the DVD as if it were made from molten lava and could burst out of its case any moment and burn his hand. He hadn't rushed to get to Ken Scott's chalet, even on his bike he had taken over ten minutes to get there but on his way back home it took him closer to thirty minutes.

Simon walked in just as Samantha was getting ready to go out to do her sunbathing routine, she was wearing her white bikini top that just gave a hint of what lay beneath, Simon had been concentrating so much on peeking at the women and girls in the shower for so long that he had totally overlooked his own sister's growing body, she was wearing the same cut-off jeans that he had noticed her wearing for the first time as he watched Ken's PC screen the day before. Simon had to stop her going through the back door to her carefully positioned lounger.

"I need you to look at this video before you go out!" Samantha wasn't really interested in the TV or any video her brother might be interested in, she had set herself a holiday target of reading ten books over the eight week holiday and reading as she tanned was time well spent. Simon had to jump through a few hoops to get his sister to sit in front of the TV, as he slipped the DVD into the player he couldn't help himself, he just had to look back to see his sister as she sat on the sofa with her legs apart, she spotted where he was looking and put her book between her legs to cut off Simon's line of sight inside the leg hole of her home made shorts.

The film opened, "Oh My God! A crested Kingfisher!" the opening shot with Ken's voice dubbed over the picture, Simon recognised the bird but it wasn't sitting on the branch of a tree, it looked like it was actually sitting on the main antenna that delivered TV pictures to the whole site, the bird took to flight and Simon came into view, "Mad little bugger, riding the wrong way around the site again, he'll get himself hurt one day!"

Samantha was starting to get a little bored; she couldn't see why her brother had stopped her going out for this crap! "Hello, what's young Simon up to now?" Simon was in centre screen in close up, the steam from the shower was pouring out above Simon's head and it was obvious that Simon was peeking through a hole in the wall; the image zoomed out slightly to show Samantha. Ken had carefully removed the book from her hand so that it looked like she was watching her brother intently.

Simon was really impressed by what Ken had been able to do on his home computer, he had after all seen the film in its raw state, then the scene where Samantha's breast popped into view And she pushed it back but instead of that being just one act, Ken had repeated it several times, it looked like Samantha had taken her breast out and was palpating it as her hips thrust up in the air, "Dirty little madam!" Came over the TV speakers, As Simon was rubbing his hand back and forth in his own shorts Ken had darkened the crotch area of Samantha's shorts and he had rotated her head back and froze her back arched off the sun lounger.

There was a long silence, the picture on the screen was frozen and Simon didn't want to look at his sister but he still had to deliver the bad news to her, "Mr Scott said that you have to go to him and beg him to...." Simon had great difficulty saying the words, it should have been easy for him really, he had often called her a fucking bitch to her face or a fucked up cow but this was different! "You have to go to him and beg him to fuck you or he'll show the film to old man Baker and get us all kicked out of here!"

Samantha knew that it wasn't the best job in the world for her mother but she was just a step away from her kids, in the summer the hours were long but the work wasn't particularly hard, they got free housing and all utilities included for the year and in the winter her mother was paid as caretaker and security for the site while the casual pitches were empty and the club was closed, there were just people on the residential part of the site but all they really needed was someone to contact if things went wrong, so all in all Samantha knew that her mother would rather keep working than lose her job.

"Well, where do I have to go?" Simon was startled, "What?" "Where do I have to go to beg Mr Scott to fuck me?" "You're just going to do it?" "Why not? If I don't he'll show this crap to Mr Baker, it won't matter what we say really happened, Baker will believe his eyes not two kids!" "I'm really sorry Sam, I wish there was something I could do!" "What do you mean? You got me into this, if I'm going to suffer at that old perverts hand you're going to be right there with me to suffer alongside me you horny little bastard!"

Simon told Samantha the chalet number that Ken Scott lived in and she headed for the door, "Are you going dressed like that?" "Why not, if I put more clothes on, it will just be more to take off when I get to Ken's hutch!" "But mum will see you when you go passed the office!" "I don't care!" And with that the two kids walked along the roadways leading to the private area of the site reserved for permanent residents. Ken Scott's door was open but the kids still knocked and waited to be invited in.

Ken was having great difficulty in keeping the look of the cat that got all the cream off of his face, he said nothing, just stood there looking Samantha in the eye, waiting for her to beg him to fuck her. There was a long awkward silence in the hallway, eventually Ken lost his smile and he raised his eyebrows, encouraging Samantha to say something, both Samantha and Ken ignored Simon as if he wasn't there. It seemed to Simon that it had been hours since they had walked into Ken's Tupperware home, their version of the plastic chalet was called a double, it was like having two of Ken's chalets bolted together, they had a family sized living room as well as a large kitchen-dining room in one half and three bedrooms in the other half, Ken had a kitchenette at the back of his living room, one bedroom but he did have a bathroom in his box.

Still silence between them all, Simon wondered why Ken hadn't said anything, why Ken hadn't made a move, if Ken really wanted to fuck Samantha why was he just standing there like a lemon, then Simon spotted Ken's video camera in the corner of the room, the red light on the front of the camera told Simon all he needed to know. Ken couldn't say anything that could be seen later as encouragement, Samantha began to shift from one foot to the other, she was getting very restless, her face was red and getting redder all the time.

Ken's hands went on his hips, there was no smile on his face now, that had been replaced by a very serious look, "Well, thanks for popping over to say goodbye; I'm sure your new school will be every bit as nice as your old school was!" This spurred Samantha into starting to speak, falteringly but it came out, "Please Mr Scott...." Ken's hand went up to stop Samantha, he turned his back and went to the camera, he pressed the stop button, then the rewind and when the camera finished spooling back to the start he turned and smiled again, "Would you mind going back out and knocking again, this time, just walk in and Call out, something like, 'Ken, are you there?' But try to be as natural as you can be! Just remember, you have to beg me as soon as you see me, don't hang about this time!"

Simon was very confused, he just stood there blocking Samantha's passage from the living room, Samantha had to physically turn Simon around and push him to get him to leave the chalet. Samantha stood on the decking just outside the front door for a few moments, then she knocked on the door and called out, "Mr Scott, are you in there?" Simon followed after his sister looking and feeling very awkward, this time, as soon as Samantha stood in front of Ken Scott she said, "Please Mr Scott, will you fuck me?" Ken had his back to his camera so it didn't matter that he had a face splitting grin, "Are you a virgin?" Samantha nodded her head, "I'm sorry, what did you say?" "Yes, I'm still a virgin!" "I'm sorry Samantha, but I couldn't possibly do anything with a virgin, if anyone found out about it I'd get into a lot more trouble for corrupting a minor than I would for just having sex with an experienced but under aged girl!"

Simon was very, very confused now, what was this all about, why had ken gone to so much time and trouble in doctoring the blackmail video, to get Samantha to beg him for sex if he didn't want to actually have sex with her. They were back to just standing there in silence again, Ken was using his eyes and head to gesture towards Simon, he was trying very hard not to show his actions to the camera, Samantha jolted into life, almost as if she had just been switched on.

Samantha turned to her brother and kissed him, she pulled Simon's hand up and placed it on the outside of her bikini top, this was the first time Simon had actually felt a breast, he had seen quite a few by now through his little spy hole but none looked as hard and firm as Samantha's felt through the ultra thin bikini material. Samantha 'encouraged' Simon to squeeze and play with her breast, Simon was surprised to feel the hard nub of her excited nipple sticking into the palm of his hand as he squeezed and felt his sister up.

Samantha was getting into her stride kissing her brother, lots of animation until the point where she slipped her tongue into his mouth, Simon stiffened, not just his body but his cock as well, he felt Samantha's face turn into a smile through the kiss as she felt his erection pressing against her belly through his shorts, even though his cock was covered with thin cotton, Samantha felt the heat of the blood that was engorging Simon's cock and within a moment she also felt the dampness of twelve years olds pre-cum.

Samantha broke her kiss on Simon's lips and kissed her brothers cheek and on to nibble at his ear as she caressed the back of his head with the hand that wasn't holding his hand against her breast, she whispered, "Open my top, there is a bow at the back!" For a horny twelve year old, Simon had spent remarkably little time looking at his sister or even thinking about her, not like Samantha, she had often looked at her brother and wondered what it would feel like to touch or kiss him, As Simon fumbled with the free end of the strap at the rear of his sisters bikini top, making a pigs-ear of things as usual, Samantha whispered, "Just pull it, you've got the right bit, pull it harder!" One more tug and Samantha's thirty-four 'b' breasts popped into view.

Samantha repositioned her brother and herself so that they were both side on to the camera and Ken, she still had her hand on the back of Simon's head, ruffling and stroking the hair on the back of his head. Samantha added a little light pressure to the back of her brother's head and pulled it slowly down to her breast and fed him her nipple.

Simon had been watching and fantasising about girls for over two years but he had never considered exactly what he would or could do with a girl, unlike his twin sister, she had read lots of books that her mother would have considered inappropriate for a girl of her age for over two years, she had read, she had imagined and she had planned, she knew exactly what she wanted to try, had a dammed good idea how it would feel but more importantly, she wasn't fantasising about some picture perfect man or boy, she always fantasised about the same boy, the boy that was like looking at herself in the mirror but with slightly shorter hair.

Samantha tentatively let go of her brother's head, he continued to suckle against her nipple, it had felt lovely when she had pressed his mouth to her breast but it felt even better after she let his head go, and instead of him stopping, he continued to suck and nibble at her nipple. Now that her hand was free, she twisted her body slightly, because of his position, his hip were now away from her body, she needed to twist slightly to reach the front of his shorts, they weren't dress shorts, there was no fly or fastener, just an elasticated waistband with a long tape passed through the hem and tied in a simple bow.

Samantha had the knot opened in a flash and was easing the front of her brothers shorts down, as usual Simon had no underpants on, Samantha had seen up the inside of the leg hole on these shorts many times before, she often saw his flaccid cock or his balls up the hole, she liked looking at that view so much that often those shorts were the only item of her brother's clothing that she washed from one week to the next! Simon was definitely not flaccid at that moment and he grew even harder when he felt his shorts fall past his knees and harder still then he felt Samantha's hand wrap around his cock and squeeze gently.

Simon stood upright, Samantha smashed her lips into his, she was on the edge of an orgasm just from feeling her brother's mouth on her breast and his cock in her hand, she really hit him hard, both children felt the pain of the crashing of mouths but it was over in a flash as Samantha forced her tongue into his mouth.

"My shorts, my shorts! Pull them down!" Simon began to fumble with the button at the top, Samantha sucked her belly in, "Don't undo them, just pull them down!" Neither Simon or Samantha had given Ken a second thought, but you can be sure that Ken was paying very close attention to Simon and Samantha. "Pull them down!" Simon was struggling to get his sisters cut-offs down, her girly hips were far wider than her belly, in his impatience, Simon tugged harder and the button flew off the shorts rattling against the wall, her zipper opened itself and her shorts joined Simon's on the floor.

For some reason, Samantha hadn't put any knickers on that morning, for the first time in her life she had gone commando. Her puffy pussy mound had the beginnings of a ginger rash that would become her bush in a few months time, Simon still hadn't started to 'ginger-up', there were two or three individual hairs on his ball-sacks that proved he was also going to be ginger around his genitals just like his sister.

Samantha stepped out of her shorts carefully, somehow, she knew that the arm of Ken's sofa would be in the centre of the camera's shot; Samantha had imagined dancing out of her shorts a million times, well, her shorts, her skirt, her school dress, each time, in her head, she had made a perfect ballet step, toes pointing and graceful, she even made a graceful bow to the camera and to Ken but she didn't let Simon's cock go, she used it to pull him along behind her, Simon had never imagined trying to step gracefully out of his shorts so he almost fell and broke a bone or something.

Samantha rested her bottom against the arm of the sofa, she spread her legs as wide as she could, Samantha pulled Simon between her thighs, she still had his cock in her hand, Ken cleared his throat, Samantha stopped pulling Simon's cock towards her cunt and lifted her right leg, hooking her heel on top of the arm of the sofa, Samantha was in a very awkward position but it gave the camera the best shot of Simon's cock as it finally slipped from view inside his sisters pussy.

Right up to that exact moment, Simon had no idea what he was doing, as soon as his cock began its journey into his sisters maiden hole, pure, or rather impure instinct took over and Simon started to hump into his sister like a junkyard dog.

Samantha climaxed as soon as she felt her brother fracture her hymen, Simon had never been so big or so hard in his life before, he felt the momentary resistance and crashed through it impatiently, Simon had no idea about human biology of what it meant to deflower a virgin but as Samantha climaxed Simon felt the same inner feeling that he had felt the day before as he beat himself off in the shower, Samantha's orgasm gave Simon added impetuous, both the visual and the audible clues as well as the inner feeling that Simon was so unused too but Samantha knew only too well.

It was like a firestorm, as Simon climaxed to the feeling of his sisters orgasm in his head, he climaxed harder, causing her to climax harder and that, well, you can guess, Simon had shot his load and had actually stopped moving but both he and his sister continued climaxing ever harder and ever stronger until Samantha finally greyed out and fell backwards onto the seat of the sofa, finally breaking the mental link to her brother.

Ken left the two, Simon gasping for air as if he had run a marathon and Samantha lying totally still and silent, for a count to one hundred and then Ken turned his camera off. Simon looked down at his sister, he had a loving smile on his face, the first he could remember in his life that was directed towards his sister, then he panicked, he was looking at her cunt, looking at the stream of blood that was running out of his sisters cunt and over the arm of the sofa, well, not exactly the arm of the sofa, there was a white hand towel that had been draped over the arm of the sofa and tucked in tightly so that it looked like it was actually part of the upholstery. The red stain of blood was growing by the second, "Sam, Sam, are you OK!" "Don't worry about her, she's really happy!" Simon was pointing at the spreading pool of blood, "But! But!" "Most of that is your spunk, there is only a little of her blood mixed in with it, she really was a virgin and you tore her hymen for her, that must have been very painful for her, you were a little brutal!" "But! But!" "She's OK, just calm down and try to breathe normally!"

Simon looked down and got another shock, his cock had shrunk down but it was totally covered in bright red blood, there was even a brown halo around the base of his cock from the dried blood that had accumulated while he was fucking his sister. As Simon tried to wipe the blood away from his cock Ken was stripping off his clothes, he was slapping Samantha's face gently to bring her round and as soon as her eyes opened, Ken fell on top of her and they fucked like rabbits for easily an hour and all the time, with each of his sisters orgasms Simon's cock jerked a little and a small shot of his own spunk flew out onto the vinyl flooring.

Simon was totally amazed that every time his sister climaxed he felt it, he had never felt anything like it in the past, he would be surprised on the walk back to their chalet to discover from Samantha that every time he wacked off she had a mini climax of her own, "What, every time?" "Thirty or forty times a day, every day!"

That night, as usual, both Simon and Samantha were in bed by the time their mother arrived back home, Simon slept through the sounds of his mother as she moved around the chalet, Samantha didn't, as soon as her mother's door closed, Samantha was at her door, ear pressed against the compressed board that passed for wood in the world of the plastic home, as soon as she was sure that her mother was busy in her room, Samantha slipped quietly into Simon's room and slipped in beside him in his single bed.

"What? What are you doing? Mum will hear us!" "Don't worry, I don't want us to do anything, I just want you to cuddle me, she's busy anyway, she often sneaks Ken Scott into her room after work!" "What? How do you know that?" "They always wake me up, you're lucky your room is on the other side of mine and not right next to hers, me and Ken often chat after he has fucked our mum and she has fallen asleep, we often walk to the toilet block because he needs a shower after fucking her and as I'm awake from listening to them I usually just go along with him for a pee and we usually chat while he showers!"

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