The tent glowed early in the morning, when the sun hit the thin orange nylon. The inside quickly became hot, and probably more than a little odorous.

That wasn't what woke me up though. It was her breathing. Curled in behind me in the sleeping bag, her breath was somehow both cool and warm on the back of my neck, and even though I couldn't see her, I could feel Stephanie's soft skin against mine, and wondered again how it had happened.

The photographer in me recalled the look of her pretty face and stunning smile, her gorgeous breasts, flat stomach, and the dark triangle of hair between her thighs. I had a very clear memory of the way she calmly wriggled her knickers off her hips and presented herself to me. The boy in me didn't have time for that, and concentrated on the feel of her small hands on my cock, and the soft damp slipperiness of her most intimate parts. The sound of her orgasm, and the wonderful release of mine.

I lay there, feeling her, remembering her, and listening to her breathe. My cock was hard again, and I was tempted to turn and kiss her good morning, but something stopped me. Perhaps I was scared the dream would pop. It was just as well, because I'd have missed something else.

As I stayed still, listening and feeling, I heard giggling, from outside the tent, and then someone unzipped the door. I didn't know quite what to do. It could be my aunt, passing on a message, or bringing me a drink, perhaps. I had no idea what Sally would do if she found Steve in here with me. I had hopes, but no real idea. Or it could be her boyfriend Mike, I guessed. He'd clap me on the back and congratulate me, probably. In the end though, it was neither of them.

As I watched, a small pale face with dark hair poked through the opening, all smiles, and disappeared again. More giggling, and whispers, and then suddenly there were two faces in front of me. The one I'd already seen, and another, rounder, freckled face, topped with red hair. They both looked at me, and then at each other, and burst into laughter as they stumbled into the small tent, and sat unceremoniously on the floor. I really wasn't thinking clearly, but I couldn't help notice that the dark haired one was dressed in a small black bikini, and looked remarkably like Steve. The other girl was a little bigger, but looked wonderful in a shiny green one-piece. I'm not sure I'd ever had this many dreams come true at once. Both girls had bags over their shoulders, and looked ready for something. Then they spoke.

"Well, are you going to wake her?" This was the small dark-haired one. Vicki, I realised, going by the descriptions Steve had given me the previous night.

Before I could answer, the other one, Heather I presumed, piped in. "Yeah, Paul. Are you?"

I stumbled immediately. "I... ah... I guess I..." That was when my rescuer poked her head over my shoulder, her breasts pressed against my back, and responded on her own behalf. I just lay there listening.

"Hee hee. How did you find me, girls?"

"Well, it wasn't hard, sis. You are such a slut!"

"Hey!"

"Oh, yes you are." That was Heather.

"I'm not! We didn't... even."

Vicki wasn't going to leave that alone. "No?"

"No. And mind your own. Now shut up. Paul, I presume I don't have to tell you, but this is Vicki, my sister, and Heather, our cousin."

Heather sat quietly, lifting her hand in greeting, and somehow conveying to me that I might as well relax, because neither of us were going to get in a word until they let us.

Vicki was not quiet. "Sis, I'm your cousin too."

"Not now. I haven't explained. Later."

"So then Ess, what did you do?"

"None of your business."

"Is too. I thought we had a deal."

"Not now!"

"Oh, alright!"

"You... hey, why are you two dressed like that?"

"What? Steve, you said."

"Huh?"

"The beach. You said to get up early, get dressed, and we would go to the beach."

"Oh. Did I?"

Vicki nodded madly. Heather sighed.

"I did. I did. Oh, I did too. I said about how the best rays..."

"...were in the morning. Right."

"Oh, but then..."

"Yes, we know, Steve. You got... waylaid."

"Held up."

"Delayed."

"Sidetracked." That last was me.

Vicki giggled again, and then carried on. "Anyway, come on, we gotta go!"

"Okay, okay. Oh, but I gotta get my..."

Heather spoke up then. "Yeah, bikini." She reached into her bag and pulled a couple of slinky pieces of blue cloth out. "Got it."

"Oh, cool. Right, come on Paul. Out."

"No, no, hold on. I'm... naked, remember?"

"Oh, they won't mind."

"I will!"

"Oh, now you're shy?"

"Oh, wasn't he last night?" Vicki, of course.

Steve wriggled out of the sleeping bag behind me, and rolled over the top of me to sit on the edge of the camp stretcher, turned and kissed me quickly, and swivelled back to the girls.

"That better then?" to me, and then "Well gimme, Heather. You think this is a modelling gig?"

All three of them collapsed in fits of laughter then, obviously completely unworried by Steph's blatant nudity. I was even more determined to stay in the bag. My cock felt hard enough to use as a hammer.

Stephanie got herself dressed, poked her head out the tent flap to check on the weather, then put her face close to mine, and whispered. We both knew everyone could hear, but it was nice anyway. "I'll take the girls outside, and you can get dressed, alright? You are coming to the beach with us." It wasn't a question, and she laughed as she kissed me once more. "Oh dear, you are quiet with company. Come on ladies."

They all stumbled back out of the little tent, and I lay there for a moment, completely dumbfounded. Before long, Steph's gorgeous face reappeared through the flap. "Oh hey, I forgot." She wasn't whispering now. "You want me to help you with that thing?"

"What thing?"

"That thing." She pointed at my erection, which was prodding at the side of the bag. "Ooh, looks like it needs help."

"No, Steph. No, no thanks. Not now."

"I wouldn't help anyway."

"Huh?"

"You called me Steph again."

"Sorry Steve."

"Too late. You better not do it yourself, either. I'll tell." Another grin.

"I won't, I promise."

"Good. You might need it later."

"Oh?"

"After I forgive you."

She disappeared for real then, and I unzipped the sleeping bag and crawled out, grabbing briefs and shorts, scrabbling for a shirt, and eventually stumbling out of the glowing tent onto the lawn. I thought I'd escape the heat, but it was warm outside already, and there were three bikini-clad girls sitting on the lawn in a circle, presumably trading stories about last night. I ducked back into the glow to grab my towel, some more shorts and my camera bag, and then realised I needed my backpack to put it all in, so nabbed that as well.

Calling out that I needed to go inside for a moment, I disappeared around the corner of the house before heading up the steps, stuffing things in my pack as I went.

I was a little surprised to find Sally standing on the steps, waiting for me.

"Hey Sal."

"Hiya, Paul. Nice morning."

"Stunning."

"I bet. Paul, you got a minute?"

"Huh? Sure, why?"

"Come on inside. Will they wait?"

"They?"

"The girls."

"Oh."

"Well?"

"Oh, I think so."

"Good. Come on, then."

I followed her into the house, watched her hesitate for a moment, and then stop in the hallway. Sally and Mike were fond of antiques, and the wide hallway was dominated by a dark old wooden table, shiny and cool. On the table were a number of pots, and vases. Sally had explained them all to me in the past, but I admit to a lack of interest. I had to admit though, they looked photogenic this morning. Maybe it was the light. Or my mood.

"Paul, how do things work with us? Do you tell your mother what we talk about?"

"What? No. Sally, you and I agreed a long time ago."

"I needed to check."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It works both ways, Paul. I never tell either, even if she is my sister."

"What are you getting at, Sally?"

"I'm pretty sure your mother wouldn't approve..."

"Of?"

"Well, the girls."

"What? I'm not allowed to talk to girls?"

"Oh, come on. Let me put this plainly. Mike can see your tent from the bathroom window. He watched those two girls arrive this morning, while he was shaving."

"Oh?"

"And he was still there, making his face pretty for me, when they climbed back out of the tent, onto the lawn. Three of them."

"Yes.... Oh!"

"Yeah. 'Oh'. So... I have to assume..."

"That she was already there. Fair enough."

"Yeah. Paul, do you have... you know, I can talk to anyone about this stuff, but you are a tough customer. You have... protection?"

"We... didn't. Didn't do it, I mean."

"No?"

"No. Really."

"Okay. Sorry Paul. Look, I'm not disapproving, though I can guarantee your mother would feel differently."

"Sally, I never even... she just showed up there. Last night."

"Just out of the blue?"

"Yeah. She knew who I was."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, her cousin Heather..."

"Oh, from up the road. That makes sense. Okay, fine, but Paul, if you are going to... you know..."

"I don't know what to say."

"Okay, well listen instead then. You know we give away condoms at the clinic sometimes. Well, I've had a few people in the neighbourhood ask me, over time, if I can get them some, without them coming in and getting embarrassed."

"I don't see..."

"Wait. Anyway, I came up with a low embarrassment plan. Lift up the lid of that urn."

"Urn?"

"There. The pot thing. Look inside."

"My God, that's a lot of condoms."

"It is, isn't it?"

"Hell yes."

"Okay. This is the important part. I have no idea how many there are in there. Now and then I toss some more in, and stir them around. I even take some out once in a while, or Mike does. The thing is, I'd never know if you took some of them. You are welcome to. Just don't ask. Deal?"

"Oh, but Sally, it's not... well, thanks, but I'm not..."

"Fine. No problem. We never had the discussion."

"Thanks though."

"What for?"

"Well, treating me like this."

"Hey, someone has to look out for me when I'm old."

"I'll remember. But now, could you get out of the way? I'm busting here."

"Oh, sorry Paul. You going to come and have some breakfast after that?"

"Ahh... no, sorry. I can't."

"The girls?"

"I was hoping to take some more photos... yeah, the girls."

"You going somewhere?"

"The beach."

"Of course. Have fun."

"That's a given, isn't it?" I was grinning now.

"Go!"

Sally turned and headed into the kitchen, shaking her head and smiling. I raced down the hall to the bathroom, hurried through things in there, and then walked back down the now deserted hallway, wanting to get outside, and see what plans the girls had. I walked past the urn, and then stopped. I thought for a moment, and peeked through the doorway to see if Sally was around. I couldn't see her, so I took the lid quietly off the urn, and threw some condoms into my pack. I had no specific plans, but it seemed silly not to be prepared.

Stephanie, Vicki and Heather were still sitting in a circle bullshitting when I got back out there.

Vicki stood up as soon as I appeared, and turned to face me. She was the spitting image of Steve, and I was pleased they hadn't worn the same colour bikini, or I might not have been able to tell them apart. On the other hand, they both looked delightful in what they wore. I wouldn't have changed that for anything.

"Paul, do you have a car?"

"I do, yeah."

"What is it?"

"The car? An old Cortina. Why?"

She turned to the other girls, who were just standing up. "Cortina. No?"

Heather grinned at me, and answered, looking at the girls for confirmation. "Not for the beach, surely?"

"Nope." Simultaneously from the sisters.

Steve turned to me then. "Sorry pal, but you miss out."

"Oh? I'm not going?"

"Oh, no, no!" She rushed up and hugged me then. "You know, you really need to relax. Of course you're coming. Just not in your car."

"Oh. Okay. And why?"

Vicki had a response ready. "Terminally uncool, that's why."

"I think I'm going to look cool even if I arrive on foot. I've got three gorgeous girls in bikinis with me."

"That's beside the point, Paul." Vicki reached up and kissed me quickly on the lips then. I looked at Steve for a reaction. Nothing. "But thanks anyway. We need to take Heather's car."

"Which is?"

"A bug."

"Bug?"

"Beetle. Veedub. Volkswagon."

"Oh." I looked at Heather. "Is that cool?"

"How dare you!" It wasn't Heather who answered though. It was Steve. At the same time as she spoke, she launched herself at me, and before I knew what was going on, I was at the bottom of a pile, squashed by three girls who were giggling while they pretended to be mad at me.

Eventually, when I was finding it hard to breathe, Heather turned my face to hers, and asked me bluntly. "Are you sorry?"

"Well, I'm not sure." That resulted in more frenzied attack. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. VWs are cute."

"And cool."

"Yeah, okay, and cool."

"And sexy." That was Steve.

"Yeah, sexy. That's right."

"Like us."

"You bet like you."

"All of us." A grinning Vicki.

"Absolutely."

They climbed off while Steph pronounced the sentence. "I think we all need an apology kiss."

They got them too. They lined up in front of me, and made me kiss each of them on the lips, properly. I was too flabbergasted to say anything. I just enjoyed it as best I could.

Steph got us organised then, and we all trooped off to find the sexy car, which was apparently parked up the street at Heather's place. We'd almost made it out to the gate when Steph turned to me. "Hey, handsome, you going to take photos today?"

"I sure hope so, Steph."

"Hmmph. Two things. First, another kiss. You called me that name again." I didn't mind in the slightest. The other girls went on ahead, jandals flapping on the path. "You know, you have a shocking memory, but your lips know exactly what to do. Second thing. Film?"

"Oh, shit. How did you know?"

"Boys aren't bright."

"Hey."

"But they are cuddly. Is it in the tent?"

"No, no. In the kitchen. The fridge."

"You keep film in the fridge?"

"Yeah. It lasts longer."

"You nerd. Go, go. I'll wait here."

"Promise?"

She grinned at me as I ran back into the house. I realised she grinned a lot. I also realised I knew very little else about her.

By the time I caught up with the girls again they were sitting in a bright yellow VW on the side of the road. Heather was in the driver's seat with Steph beside her, and Vicki was alone in the back. As I trotted up to meet them, Steph jumped out, pulled the seat forward, and held the door for me. I kissed her hand, to a fit of giggles from all the girls, and clambered in the back.

Steph surprised me then. Instead of pushing the seat back into place and sitting on it, she climbed in beside me. She reached out again and pulled the door closed, then clicked the front seat back into place. There was nowhere for her to sit then, and she plonked herself on my lap for a moment, grinding her ass into me, sexy and silly at the same time, while she picked my bag up from beside me. That gave her enough room to sit down properly. I wasn't sure if that was good or not, but she gave me another of her magic smiles as she swung my bag over the seat in front, and settled in beside me.

It was pretty crowded back here, and Vicki was no more reluctant to squeeze me than Steph. I have to say I loved it.

Steph was the first, as usual, to speak. "I had to sit back here, Stud."

"Oh."

"Yeah. And so did Vicki."

"Yeah, I did."

"Oh? And why is that?"

The words ricocheted from both sides of me.

"Because..."

"Hey, you called him Stud."

"Yeah. Stud. Because, Stud, we have..."

"...a story..."

"...to tell you."

I managed a single response. "A story?"

Vicki was the quickest this time. "Yeah, a story."

"Not just any story."

"Nope."

"Our story."

"Yeah."

"So shut up."

"And listen." This last was a giggling Heather, from the front of the car. I was mesmerised.