"That's it?"

Steph looked at me. "It's... well, not quite."

"No?"

"No, silly," Vicki interrupted. "How could it stop there?"

"I wondered."

Steph took over again. "Yeah, but... that's all the sexy part."

"Mostly."

"Yeah, mostly."

"Hold on, please don't both talk at once. I get confused. Can you tell me, Steph? Steve?"

"Alright, alright. Lucky you corrected that. He managed to relax in bed with Connie eventually, and she finished the blowjob."

"Oh, good."

"Do you like the story?"

"I do. But I think something must have happened after that."

"Yeah, it did, Paul. Hmm... how to tell this part. No, Vicki, he asked me."

"Bitch."

"Hussy. In any case, Jake got used to the whole thing. I mean, who wouldn't? Two partners on tap, whenever you want. Just take a little care not to be caught. He got it on with both of them, in the house, and down at the river, in the barn. In the truck, I think."

"Yeah, the truck. Definitely."

"Thanks Vicki. The truck. Oh, and sometimes together as well. Turns out the girls were rather comfortable with one another, and if they were really alone, well, let's just say Jake had some wild nights."

"But not for long, Paul."

"No, not for long. Vicki, be quiet."

"Sorry."

"I'll let you take over later."

"Okay."

"So anyway, one evening, after a really hot day, Jake had gone down to the swimming hole with Jane and Connie, to cool down after the heat of the afternoon. They actually swam for a while, swinging in off the rope and pushing each other around. But eventually they cooled down, and relaxed. Before too long they were lying together, stark naked, on the bank where Jake and Jane had made love the first time, and all of them had been numerous times since.

"Jake was doing his best to look after them both, and was lying on his back on the bank with the two girls straddling his body. Jane was sitting on his cock, and Connie on his face. All three of them were having a lot of fun, and none heard John crossing the river, or walking down the side of the swimming hole. That is, until he heard them.

"Oh, shit."

"Yeah, oh, shit. John waded across the river, and had a stand up row with Jake, who was still naked. He called him all sorts of names, and didn't spare any language with what he called the girls, either.

"Eventually, John told Jake he had to leave. He sent him back to the house to get his things, telling him that if he breathed a word of this to the girls' mother, he'd hunt him down and deal with him.

"Then he made the girls get dressed, sat them down and explained how very disappointed he was with them, but that there was no reason for their mother to know. He left them down at the swimming hole, and walked back to the house."

"He was pretty angry, Paul."

Heather interrupted from the front seat. "Nearly there. Move it along."

"Got it, Heather. Anyway, eventually the girls walked back up to the house, and pretended nothing had happened. In the meantime, Jake had been up and got his stuff. John explained to his wife that he'd had a disagreement with Jake, and that he wouldn't be back. John's wife told him off for being such a grumpy bastard, but he still didn't tell. It took about..."

Vicki interrupted again. "Hey, hold on. There won't be any story left to tell."

"Alright, go on then."

"Thanks. So... the really big fight was still to come. It took Jane and Connie a couple of months, but in the end they couldn't leave it any longer, and they went to see their mother, and explained everything to her.

"She was stunned, and then angry, and then they really gave it to her, right between the eyes!"

"Vicki!"

"Oh, alright. In any case, they were pregnant. Both of them. Jane had lied to Jake in the first place about her period, and Connie had slipped up somewhere. Their mother was beside herself, but after she calmed down she decided the girls needed to stay where they were, and have the babies. John would have to get used to the idea, and maybe they could track Jake down.

"Eventually she told John, but he had no idea how to get hold of Jake, or what else to do. In the end, the girls sat him down and told him it wasn't his problem, it was theirs. If he could manage to help them feed the babies, they would do the rest.

"As the girls got fatter, he got used to the idea, and he and his wife started to look forward to being grandparents, no matter what the neighbours thought. John finished up extending the house, and got things ready..."

"We're here."

"Told ya. You talk too slow."

"Lemme finish."

"Oh, go on, then."

"So Paul, this is the thing. Eventually Jane and Connie gave birth to healthy babies. Girls."

"Very pretty," Steph butted in.

"Very modest," added Heather, as she stopped the car.

"Yeah pretty, and modest," Vicki laughed. "But much more importantly, they were really good mothers, and with the help of their parents, they brought them up to be honest, and open, and free-thinking."

"And still pretty."

"Yeah."

"Vicki, he doesn't get it. Look at his face."

"Yeah. Okay. The girls had a cousin who used to visit now and then. Her name was Heather."

"Now she was pretty!"

"Stop it, Heather."

I suddenly realised. It took me this long, and all of a sudden it made sense. "Oh, so it really is your story?"

"It sure is." Vicki was obviously proud of herself.

"Wow."

"Wow, Paul?" Steph was looking in my eyes now.

"Yeah, wow. My God, what a story."

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"Oh, good. Now listen, could you say goodnight to my sister-cousin, and my other cousin? We have things to do."

"We do?"

"Sure do. No, give her a kiss, silly."

"Not on my cheek, dummy. Steph, did you teach him anything?"

"Not yet. Right, come on."

"What about Heather?"

"Oh, yeah, go on then."

I reached forward and kissed Heather carefully. She seemed a little less indestructible than these two, especially after the story. "You alright, Heather?"

"I'm fine. That story makes me a little weepy, even after I've heard it so many times, that's all."

"Okay. Weepy?"

"Yeah." She grinned at me then. "And horny. Go, go."

Steph had hopped out of the car ahead of me, and had my stuff in her hands. I climbed out, still thinking through the details of the story, and then took Steph's hand in mine.

"What's that for?"

"Nothing. I just like you a lot. Where are we going?"

"Tell ya when you need to know. Wave goodbye." The girls had driven off down the street to park the car at Heather's place. "So, where are your keys?"

"In the house. I need them?"

"Yup. Tell Sally I'll look after you."

"Will you?"

"Promise."

"Come in with me, then."

"No, then we'll have to stop and chat. We have more important things to do."

"Oh?"

"Oh."

The day, like the one before, was becoming confusing, but I was having far too much fun to worry about it. I ducked into the house and grabbed my keys, told Sally not to wait up for me, and ran back out to the street where Steph waited. She'd thrown a shirt and jeans on over her bikini, and looked younger somehow.

"I take it," stated, as soon as I got there, "that this rusty thing is yours?"

"Hey, don't talk about the car like that."

"Why not?"

"You'll hurt her feelings, and she'll strand us somewhere."

"I'm not sure I'd mind that."

"Me neither, but she'll wait until it starts raining..."

"Oh."

"And gets cold."

"Yuck."

"Yeah. So say sorry, and get in."

"Sorry... does she have a name?"

"Yeah. 'Car'."

"Oh, ha ha."

"It was the best I could manage. Okay, where are we going?"

"The lookout."

"No, really."

"Yes, really."

"Steph, does this place actually have a lookout?"

"Sure they do. I was there last summer. Kissed a guy."

"Kissed?"

"Yep. Just kissed. Oh, and don't think I didn't notice, either."

"Notice what?'

"You called me Steph."

"Oh, sorry."

"No, it's... I don't mind, from you, I don't think."

"No? Oh, good. It's cool you being called Steve, but you're more of a Steph to me."

"Is that good?"

"Oh, yeah, that's great. Which way?"

"Left here. Shit, no, the other left. Sorry."

"It's alright. Maybe if we get there before it's dark, you won't cause an accident."

"Listen, it's not like I live here, you know."

"Yeah. Steph."

"Yeah?"

"No, no. I was practicing."

"And?"

"Yeah, I really like it."

"You're soft in the head, you know that?"

"And you don't know left from right."

"Down there. That's it. Now up the hill."

"This isn't much of a road."

"They don't want to encourage people, silly."

In the end, the drive up the hill was unexciting, and we found somewhere to park away from the three or four other cars we could see. It was a stunning idea. We could watch the sunset up here from the comfort of the car. After a day of chattering and banter, it was good to just sit there holding hands, and watch the sky. I really should have been thinking about taking photos of the darkening horizon, but it never crossed my mind.

As the last of the light disappeared, Steph leaned on my shoulder, and I put my arm around her, and we sat, just happy in the quiet warmth. A little later, Steph asked me if I could put some music on. I hit the radio power button, and something loud and insistent filled the car. It was the kind of music I normally liked, but it wasn't right for just then.

Steph first turned the volume down and then stabbed the channel button until she got to something she liked. I didn't care. I was looking at her. As she straightened up to sit back in the seat, I took her head in my hands, and kissed her thoroughly.

Eventually our lips parted again, and she looked at me, happy but with the beginnings of a tear in her eye. "How did you know that was the right thing to do?" she asked.

"I have no idea. Was it?"

"Mmhmm."

"Oh, good."

"listen Paul, I have a confession to make."

"Oh, what, another one?"

Her voice was quiet and confidential as she replied, and she wasn't in the same silly mood any more. "I looked in your bag."

"Ooh, you bad girl."

"No, listen. I found a whole lot of condoms in there, but last night you told me you didn't have any. If you didn't want to do it, why didn't you just tell me?"

"Want to... Oh! No, no, you have it wrong. I didn't have the condoms then."

"You didn't? But... you didn't have the chance to buy any today."

"No... Remember what Sally does?"

"She... Oh. Oh, but... Does that mean she knows?"

"No, no." I had to explain then, all about the discussion, and the arrangement, and the urn...

"Oh, so... you do?"

"Do what?"

"Want to."

"Huh? Oh! Oh, God yes. I do. Very much, Steph."

"Oh good. Because so do I."

"That's a relief."

"I wanted you this morning, when I woke up, and I wanted you when you were massaging my ass, and I wanted you when we finished telling you the story. But I want you now, a lot more."

"Should we go home?"

"We could if you want, but...Paul?"

"Go on, tell me."

"I'd rather climb in the back of your car."

"Oh. Works for me."

"Yeah? Grab a condom then, and follow me."

"I've waited all my life to hear that."

"Well, make the most of it."

"I plan to."

"Good."

The chatter stopped when we climbed back into the car, and I looked at Steph for a moment, unsure of what to do. She got me to sit on the seat normally, in the middle, and she knelt, briefly, between my legs, and kissed me on the lips. Just as I was getting used to that, she stopped and lifted my arms up, making it clear that she intended removing my shirt. I had no complaints, and helped as best I could, but then as soon as she threw the shirt on the front seat, I took hold of hers, and did the same.

She chuckled when I tried to undo the top of her bikini, then reached behind and did it herself, releasing her breasts and pressing herself against me again to continue the kiss. Time seemed to mean nothing now, and our bodies swayed a little as we groped each other, loving the freedom to move more than we could in the sleeping bag.

Steph's hand slid slowly down my chest and stomach, and eventually came to rest on the waistband of my shorts. Without saying a single word, she undid the button that held them up, carefully unzipped them, and parted the front of my shorts by sliding her hand slowly down the inside, with only my briefs between her fingers and the bulge of my cock. That was too much of a barrier for her apparently, and before I knew what was happening, she was asking me to lift my bum so she could remove both of these hindrances and continue her exploration.

I was completely naked now, and the feel of her hand on my cock was lovely, but I wanted to be able to feel more of Steph as well, so I unclipped her jeans, intending to slide them down her legs. She stopped me, and for a moment I thought I'd done something wrong, but then she giggled, asking me to wait a second, opened the door, and climbed out of the car.

She stood there in the moonlight and pulled her jeans down her legs and off her feet before turning away and wiggling out of the small blue bikini. She picked both items up and threw them in the front of the car before clambering back in.

Instead of returning to the exact same position she had before, she pushed my legs together, and knelt with her legs either side. As she resumed kissing me, I was able to run my hands down both sides of her body, and caress her bum. She moaned and moved closer, her body pressed against mine now, her face a little higher than mine as she knelt on the seat.

Her lips left mine for a moment, and she asked me if I could move forward a little. I didn't have a problem with that, and shuffled forward. Steph's knees were now up against the back of the seat, and she sat down on my legs, her face all smiles, and her body gorgeous in the moonlight. She reached for the condom I'd thrown on the seat, and tore the cover open. Removing the little rubber, she placed it carefully on the top of my cock, and rolled it down. Her hands felt wonderful on me, even through the surface of the condom, and I was once again very close to coming all over her.

I didn't though. I was entranced by her movements, and perhaps in some small way distracted from an actual orgasm by the whole scenario, and I wanted to be inside her before anything happened.

Steph had exactly the same idea, and as she wriggled around, she'd manoeuvred herself into the correct position. The tip of my cock was right where she wanted it to be.

She kissed me again, and though she didn't speak, she looked in my eyes as if to make sure this was what I really wanted, and then she very slowly bent her knees, and lowered herself down over me. I could feel her tight slipperiness sliding over my cock, and her thighs pressing down the sides of my legs, and more importantly I could see the look of delight in her eyes.

My hands stayed on the small of her back as she sank as far down on me as she could, and sighed. I probably sighed too. The feeling was intense, much more so than I'd imagined. I'd never dreamed that the first time would be like this, and her obvious pleasure just increased mine.

She started to lift herself off me then, and I had to stop her. Just for a moment, I needed to stay completely still, or this would have been over right then. Steph understood, and stopped, grinning at me still until I'd calmed down, just a little.

Then she started to move. Her hands were on my shoulders, and mine were on her back. The movements were slow and gentle for a start, just sliding up and down my shaft, getting a feel for the angles and the sensations. After we'd both got a little accustomed to it, we started to move a little more, Steph's rise and fall aided by my minimal movements. My hands slid up and down her body, caressing her back, and squeezing her breasts.

Her sweet face scrunched up with the effort, and I wanted, for one insane moment, to get the camera out of the bag, and record it, but what I needed to do was to enjoy the moment, and hope that I'd remember enough of it afterward.

In the end, it became mindless pumping. Skin on skin, nerves against nerves, and Steph was puffing, and moving as fast as she could, closer and closer to the finish.

When I warned her I was going to come, she slowed momentarily, and moved my hand to the area directly above my cock. She was soaking wet and hot down there, and as I touched her clit with my fingertip, she jumped just a little, and then encouraged me to keep it up. This business had two effects. It helped Steph with where she was going, and distracted me just a little again.

In the end, I could wait no longer, and my hips thrust as hard as they could inside her, pushing there and pulling her body towards me. I flinched as I started to come, and my fingers slid over the clit one last time, and she was there as well. Her laboured breathing matched mine as we both jerked spasmodically, her every movement sparking one of mine, and vice versa, pulses firing back and forth between us as I pumped inside the safety of the condom, and her body contracted again and again around mine.

Eventually we literally ground to a halt, my nerves too sensitive to take more, and hers in much the same shape. After sitting in that position for a minute, sweating over each other, kissing whatever either of us could reach, Steph spoke to me, and asked me to hold the base of the condom while she lifted herself off.

She kissed me again on the lips as we separated, and then she lifted her eyebrows as if to ask the obvious question.

I couldn't think what on earth to say, so I grabbed her, and pulled her face close to mine again, and kissed her more thoroughly, making sure she understood just how much I'd enjoyed it.

Eventually she stopped me, pushed me away with her arms, and told me that she needed to get up, that her knees hurt too much to stay there.

Not much more was said. She grabbed her clothes and clambered out of the car while I watched her bum in as lecherous a manner as possible, and then when she was out of the way I climbed out myself, pulled the condom off and threw it in the bushes, as directed by Steph. I was stunned that there were now another four or five cars nearby. I'd not noticed any of them driving up and parking.

When we were dressed, we clambered back in the front of the car, sat for a while listening to the music, and then drove home. Steph had told me she really needed to wake up in the tent with the girls, or she was going to be in trouble with her uncle, and that she didn't need.

I was disappointed, but I really needed some time to think as well, so I dropped her off as requested, stopping her from leaving the car only long enough for a proper kiss.

I dragged myself back to my tent, crawled into the sleeping bag, and slept, without doing any thinking whatsoever.