Uncle Bob just wanted to take a few pictures, and that seemed normal. He was, after all, a professional photographer. But things spiraled out of control and a lot more was exposed than just a little skin. Written to replace another story that was lost. 

Codes: MF mf Mf rom 1st teen cons reluc inc bro sis unc niece het oral mastrb pett preg
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AUTHOR'S COMMENT: This story is written in two roughly similar versions,
the other being "For Love Of Nature - Chrissy's Story" Both stories are
similar in that they share the same general plot and a little of the same
text in the beginning.  What makes them different is the way the characters
arrive at the ending.  I have used different names for the characters
(except Uncle Bob, of course), but if you read both stories you'll see the
similarities immediately, especially in the beginning.  Before you yell at
me for telling the same story twice, though, here's what happened.  I wrote
Chrissy's story and then lost all of it except the beginning.  After months
of fruitless searching, I re-wrote it as Kelly's story, relying on memory
to recreate it.  As luck would have it, after Kelly's story was done, I
found Chrissy's story again on an old backup disk I'd left in my car and
forgotten about.  So I'm posting them both.  It's an example of how a story
idea can develop differently as time passes during the writing.  It's also
interesting that the second time I wrote it ...  it was twice as
long.<grin>



   For Love Of Nature - Kelly's story

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   CHAPTER ONE

   They say that if too many important or huge things happen in your life
at one time it can affect your judgment.  Just about EVERYTHING changed for
me in a space of a couple of months, and it seemed like all of the changes
were big ones.  Maybe that's how things ended up the way they did.

   It was the summer of my fifteenth year, a year that had brought the
depths of sadness to our lives.  Daddy and Brad - he's my brother - and I
were lost without Mom, but life insisted on marching on, whether we wanted
it to or not.  I was worried about Daddy because he was drinking too much,
and when he said we were going to move, to be near Uncle Bob, who was my
mother's half brother.  He had lost his wife too, after she gave him twin
boys and a girl.  Now he and his children and his sister, who had never
married, lived in a little cottage on an island in Scotland, where we would
be welcomed.  I was almost relieved.  It meant leaving the house I'd been
raised in, but that house was so empty now...

   Anyway, I knew it was the right thing to do when Brad simply said "OK".
He was the popular one, tall, slim, athletic with that tanned windblown
look of sailors who do it for fun, rather than making a living at it.  He
was a good brother too, offering to teach me to sail and play tennis and
all the other things he was into.

   But I had other interests.  Well, one other interest anyway.  Before she
died, my mother had boxes and boxes and BOXES of romance novels, and she
was always sighing as she read them, and changing positions on the lounger,
like she was uncomfortable, but staying there to read more.  One day I
picked on up to see what she had been reading.  "Marshall swept into the
room, her bedroom, where he shouldn't be, especially since she was in
dishabille, a diaphanous gown that showed too much.  She was aghast as he
approached her and took her in his arms, pressing her trembling body
against his hard, muscled frame.  He kissed her and his passion was
contagious.  She tried to control her baser urges, but the intensity of his
lips overcame her breeding and upbringing.  His hand cupped her breast and
her nipples jumped to meet his strong fingers."

   It went on for a bit, never getting actually pornographic or anything,
but it was obvious what they were doing.  It made me wet between my legs,
and I was hooked.

   And then she was gone.  I had all her books now, but I'd have given them
all up and my eyes too to have her back.

   So leaving the place where everything reminded me of her wasn't so bad
in some ways.  And it meant new friends, and even a different culture. 
Uncle Bob lived in Scotland, amongst what they called the Achill Islands.

   Anyway, we got off the plane and my cousins, Seamus and Johnny were
there to collect us.  That's how they talk in Scotland and Great Britain
and places close to there.  they "collect you".  So they collected us and
took us to a 48 foot sailboat that was lots bigger than anything Brad had
ever sailed.  Of course he was on cloud nine, and started talking sailing
with his cousins.

   That left Daddy and me to explore the cabin in the middle of the deck.
It slept four and had the cutest little kitchen in it.  I know I'm supposed
to call it a galley, but it looked like a kitchen to me.  And there was a
bathroom too.  I went back up on deck and suddenly got a lot more
interested in sailing.

   All three of the boys had taken their shirts off.  I don't know what it
is about wide shoulders, but they make my pussy get damp.  And there were
three sets of wide shoulders up there.  Seamus and Johnny were wearing
Speedos, and it was plain that they were in fabulous shape.  They were
twins, but you could identify Seamus because he was, for some reason, an
inch taller than his brother.

   Anyhow, they turned on the motor and we went that way for an hour, maybe
more, passing all these little islands, specks of green in the wide blue
ocean.  Some of them had little huts and cabins on them, but others looked
like no one had ever set foot on them.

   Then there was a bigger island, across the water from what looked like
the mainland, and we docked.  We went up a long, winding gravel path to a
house that looked like something out of a fairy tale.  It had a steep
sloped roof, all mossy looking and there were parts that stuck out from the
sides of that roof that had little round windows in them.  You could see
slate tiles and there was a chimney.  The sides were whitewashed and there
were plants and bushes and growing things positively everywhere.  A lot of
it turned out to be Aunt Prudence's vegetable garden.  And waiting for us
there, of course were my Aunt and Uncle, and their daughter, Sally.

   I won't bore you with all the little details, though everything was old
and beautiful and homey looking, which does have something to do with the
rest of the story, because I immediately felt at home in this place.

   I knew my uncle Bob was a photographer, of course.  I'd seen his
pictures in several famous magazines.  But his subject matter was mostly
nature, and plants and stuff like that, and I suppose there isn't all that
much call for that sort of thing if you don't work for National Geographic
or something like that.  So money was tight.  My dad working helped, but
when he started he was at the bottom of the totem pole, and didn't get paid
much then.

   Anyway, things would have been completely different, I'm sure, if my
uncle Bob hadn't been a photographer.  I, of course, didn't know that then,
or that a camera would change my life forever, and not all that long after
my mother's death had changed my life forever.

   Uncle Bob had been shooting some pictures of Aunt Prudence's garden
flowers or something like that as we came up the path.  I suppose, if a
photographer was standing there with his camera and saw us coming, it would
be normal for him to want to document the arrival of new family members. 
So he did, taking lots and lots of pictures.  Some of them were of me.

   I was still in my travel clothes, which I had picked out very carefully
so that I would be comfortable on the long flight.  My breasts had just
gone through one of those growth spurts where they expanded two inches in
what seemed like a week.  As a result, all my old bras were too tight and
uncomfortable to wear.  I hadn't had time to go shopping for new ones, what
with all the preparations that had to be made to move.  So I was braless. I
liked going braless, because it was so comfortable and ...  I don't know
... free feeling or something.  I had on a pair of those shorts that lots
of men wear, with pockets just everywhere.  There were two pockets you
could stick your hands in up to your wrists.  Then there were back pockets
with flaps to hold them, and matching pockets on the front and sides.  I
think there were eight or ten in all, almost enough to take everything in
my purse, though, of course I didn't do that.  But I could have if I
wanted.

   I had on new white tennis shoes with what my mother used to call "footy
socks".  They were the kind that didn't show because they only came to the
tops of the shoes.  Sometimes they had a little colored ball on the backs,
but I usually took those off because I thought they looked goofy.  A dark
blue T shirt completed my outfit, and my hair was swept back and gathered
with a scrunchy into an easy-to-take-care-of pony tail.

   I didn't know it then, but the excitement of the flight and being in a
new place, and the boys chests and just everything that was going on had my
nipples harden up.  I wasn't horny, you understand ...  just very excited.
But when I get that excited my body acts like I'm horny.  Anyway, Uncle Bob
must have taken twenty pictures of us as we walked up the path.  I know he
took three just of me alone, because he had me pose for them.  He did the
same for Brad, but Dad wouldn't play along.  He just laughed and put up his
hand like famous people do ...  you know to try to block the view ...  and
said "No comment!"

   Anyway, it was those pictures that turned out to be so important, as
you'll see later.

   The cottage was cramped with all of us in there.  Daddy and Brad and I
would try to find our own place, naturally, but that would take some time,
and Aunt Prudence wouldn't hear of us staying anywhere else.  There are,
after all, few inns or hotels on the islands.  I moved in with Sally, who
was a year older than me.  We hit it off pretty well.  Other than Aunt
Prudence she was the only female on that side of the island, so having
another girl to talk to who was pretty close to her age was great.  There
was only one bed in her room, but by the time it was bedtime we were fast
friends and didn't mind sharing.  I was so tired from everything that I
dropped off almost immediately.

   The next morning Sally and I got up early.  She had agreed to show me
the island, and we were both excited.  We went into the living room and saw
it had been taken over by my brother and the twins, who were sprawled just
about everywhere.  What we weren't prepared for - well, what I wasn't
prepared for - was their state of dress.  The twins slept nude, as it
turned out.  My brother, not quite being able to do that on his first
night, had on his briefs, but that was all.

   Sally didn't seem to be fazed at all.  She later told me her brothers
had no modesty, for all intents and purposes.  The whole family was pretty
lax about that, for that matter.  I would find out later that Sally often
changed into her nightgown right after supper, especially if we were going
to play board games or cards or listen to the radio.  Aunt Prudence did
too, though her nightgown was more modest.  But Sally's nightgown was so
thin that you could see through it in the right light.  She didn't wear
anything under it either, and where her nipples were and her pubic hair
were all dark spots under the thin cloth.  She had very dark nipples, while
mine, along with my areolas, were so pink that they seemed to fade into the
rest of the flesh they sat on.

   Anyway, we threaded our way through the living room to get to the front
door.  I stumbled several times.  While Sally might have seen all those
male organs before, I sure hadn't, and I didn't know where to look first.
All the boys were still asleep, so I wasn't embarrassed or anything. 
Either Seamus or Johnny (I still couldn't tell them apart yet) had an
erection.  He was lying on his side, with one arm under his pillow and the
other lying across his stomach.  His penis looked like it was a foot long
to me, though it wasn't.  I just wasn't used to seeing something like that.
I know that nowadays, most girls my age have seen lots of pictures on the
internet and stuff like that, but I hadn't.  I know I looked at that
amazing thing and thought it was simply impossible that that could ever fit
inside a girl between her legs.

   Then Sally was pulling me through the front door and we were on our way
down a path, with dense brush and trees hemming it in so that you had to
stay on it.  You couldn't stray off if you tried.

   I won't go into all the things she showed me.  There were fantastic rock
formations, and cliffs with crashing surf at the bottom.  There were lots
of big rocks out in the ocean, and flocks of white seabirds that made all
kinds of noise.  There were fishing boats and yachts and even a big cruise
liner that we waved to, but I doubt they could really see us.  We went down
a long twisty trail that was rocky and windblown and then into a huge crack
in what looked like a wall of solid rock.  That crack was six or seven feet
wide and opened into something I'd only thought about in my dreams, or read
about in fairy tales.

   There was a waterfall, about fifteen feet high.  It wasn't the
thundering Niagara falls kind of water fall, but more of a little rush that
fell into a pool of water that was about thirty feet around.  There were
more of the big boulders around the edge, and one not quite under the
waterfall, but that was all the way in the pool.  Around one edge, the
trees and brush went right up to the water, but the other half had been
cleared and grass planted.  At that time of year it was thick and soft
under out feet, almost like a carpet.

   "This is our secret swimming place," said Sally.

   "Where does the water come from?" I asked, staring at the waterfall.

   "The island is bigger than it looks when you see it from the sea," said
Sally.  The interior isn't good for anything, what with all the rocks and
such that make it too hard to build or plow or anything like that.  But it
collects rain water and that dribbles down to here.  See over there?" She
pointed to a place where the edge of the pool was right against bare rock.
"There's a little crack over there that the water drains out of and into
the sea.  The pool is ten or so feet deep in the middle.  You can climb up
on that boulder and jump in, almost like a diving board."

   "It looks cold," I said, shivering.

   "It makes my nipples stick out, that's for sure," laughed Sally.  "But
it's not so bad once you get used to it, and the sun feels really good on
your skin when you come out.  You want to go for a dip?"

   "I don't have a swim suit." I pointed out the obvious.

   "The boys aren't here, so who cares?" said Sally.  She started shucking
out of her clothes and was soon bare ass naked.  She didn't wait for me,
but went to a small rock, climbed up on it and jumped in, making a huge
splash.

   I wasn't too sure about skinnydipping, but I was sweating a little from
our hike, and she was obviously having fun, bobbing in the water and
yelling for me to come on in, so I got naked too.  The ground didn't hurt
my feet too much as I limped to the edge of the pool where the grass was
thick and tried to dip one toe into the water.  Of course I lost my balance
and flailed as I tipped and landed with a splat.  It was chilly, but it was
a good kind of chilly and soon I was splashing and swimming with my cousin.

   It was when we got out that I got shy.  Sally was only a year older than
me, but her figure was lush.  Her breasts were big enough that they settled
downward on her chest, the bottoms being round and full.  Her nipples and
areolas were the same dark brown, almost the exact same color as her hair
and she had lots and lots of hair between her legs.  Hers was kinky and
long and bushy.  I felt like a little girl beside her, with my cone-shaped
breasts that didn't sag even a little bit, and the short, flat strawberry
blond hair that matched my pony tail, but did nothing at all to cover up
the two fat pink lips between my legs.  I had learned to my chagrin that if
the panties I wore were too tight, or if my bathing suit was pulled too
tight, the cloth would dip between my fat pussy lips, leaving very little
to anyone's imagination if they saw me.  Of course nobody ever saw me in my
panties.  My bathing suit was a different thing, though, and I had to be
careful about that.  It's easy when you get out of the water to just pull
everything down there to where you think it's supposed to be, but, like I
said, if I wasn't careful about the front, people stared.  Well, men and
boys stared.

   Sally looked at me frankly.  "I wish I had your body," she said
wistfully.

   I gawked.  "Whatever for?" I asked in disbelief.  "Your body is
beautiful."

   She looked down.  "My boobs are huge" she said critically.  She pinched
both of her nipples and pulled on them, stretching them away from her
breasts, which made them shaped more like mine suddenly.  "And these things
stick out like a sore thumb," she said.  I almost winced as she pulled a
little harder and then let them snap back against her breasts.  Her hand
went to her pussy hair.  "And down here I have this forest of hair.  I
can't wear any of the really nice swim suits or it sticks out horribly."
She went on, saying her butt was too big, and her hips too wide, and that
she wasn't skinny enough.

   "I can count your ribs you silly thing," I chided her.  "Boys love a
body like yours."

   "Not around here," she said glumly.  "Well, actually, I wouldn't know
what boys like.  The only ones I see are my brothers most of the time.  And
whenever I do get to go somewhere and see boys, one of them is always right
there with me, like some kind of guard or something.  Sometimes they even
put their arm around my waist, like I'm their girl friend or something."

   I had had similar experiences with my brother, who was very protective
of me, so I understood.

   She went on.  "I yelled at them about it at first, but they told me I
didn't understand, and that it was for my own good and all that rubbish."
She looked at me.  "Your brother is kind of cute." Her inference that there
could be some romantic goings on was obvious.

   "He's your cousin, silly," I said.

   "Yes, but it's second cousins or something like that, isn't it?  That's
all right from what I hear."

   I laughed.  "You don't want Brad for a boyfriend.  He's horrible most of
the time and just plain awful the rest." I grinned.  That wasn't actually
true.  He was really a good brother most of the time, but it just seemed
weird to think of him with Sally, holding hands and kissing and stuff like
that.

   "Well, we'll see," she said.  "Come on, I want to show you the rookery
next."

   She took me to some cliffs where thousands of birds built nests in the
cracks and crevices of the stone.  The noise of the surf and the birds was
so loud you could hardly talk without shouting.

   After that we went back to the cottage.  We had been gone a long time,
but nobody seemed to care.  Had I just up and gone off like that back home,
I'd have gotten yelled at good and proper, but Daddy didn't worry about me
on the island.  The boys were all out in the garden doing something or
other.  My Dad was gone with Uncle Bob for a job interview.  Aunt Prudence
was baking, as usual.  I learned that trying to feed even three hungry
teenagers and a brother had kept her quite busy in the kitchen, and now
there were three more mouths to feed.  It turned out that the twins did
some fishing, and after they were done in the garden they invited Brad and
me to go with them.  Sally scrunched up her nose, but came along anyway. 
She didn't care for fishing.

   It turned out I was just along for the ride.  When we got to the coast
we girls were told to sit on a rock and watch, as the men went about
feeding us.  We both giggled and laughed as the boys all tried to outdo
themselves acting macho.  The Twins, according to Sally were trying to
impress me, and I could tell Brad was trying his best to look good in front
of Sally.  They took their shirts off and used nets in coves formed by the
boulders.  Before long they had five fish that looked pretty big to me. 
Sally said that would probably only be enough for two meals, if it was used
to make stew.

   Then there was the fish cleaning, which I WAS invited to participate in.
That lasted about two seconds.  Seamus, using an impossibly sharp and
pointy knife, slit a fish open from head to tail and expertly flicked his
wrists this way and that and there, before my eyes, was a neat pile of fish
guts.  I fell over backwards trying to get away from it.  Johnny and Seamus
thought that was hilarious, though Johnny did help me up.  He even offered
to dust off my bottom until Sally called him a pervert.  He had a twinkle
in his eye as he got caught, though, and winked at me.  That made
butterflies take off in my stomach.  He had such deep brown eyes, and was
tall.  He looked like - they both looked like - the heroes in my mother's
romance novels.

   Lunch was not fish, but sandwiches and fruit, with milk from a cow I
hadn't even realized they had.  It was kept in a barn, along with some
chickens for eggs and a goat who provided milk for cheese.  Those things I
saw after lunch, and before everyone just decided, right out of the blue,
to take a nap.  It turned out that there were hammocks strung between
trees, here and there, most of them out of sight of the others, but all
within fifty yards of each other.  I had never thought that an island could
look like a jungle, but it did.  I found out later that much of the bushes
and trees had been planted by Uncle Bob's descendants in years past, and
that other islands around weren't like this one at all.

   What I have just described ...  the walks, the fishing, tending the
garden and taking care of the animals ...  and the afternoon naps ...  all
those are things we did practically every day.  It was idyllic.  It would
change with the seasons, and as school started, but that summer was
something I'll remember for the rest of my life.  It eased the ache of my
mother's loss in a way that I don't think anything else could have.

   But that wasn't the only reason I'll remember that summer forever.

   It was a few days later that I overheard Uncle Bob being yelled at by
Aunt Prudence.

   "How could you have done something like that you blubbering fool?" she
said.  It was not quite a yell, but her voice was filled with derision.

   "It was an accident," he said, shrugging his shoulders.  "But the point
is the man has offered good money for more.  What could it hurt?  We could
use the extra income, and we're quite secure here on the island."

   "She's just a girl, Bob!" scolded Aunt Prudence.

   "Yes, but she's growing up fast, just as Sally is.  If this were to work
out like I think it would, we could make enough money that she could go to
college on it if she wanted to.  Sally too, for that matter."

   "And you think these girls will consent to it?" asked Prudence, scorn in
her voice.  "Ask me if I'd do it you lout.  I'm not over the hill yet, or
won't men pay for pictures of women with a little meat on their bones?"

   Uncle Bob grinned.  "They'd pay double for pictures of you my sweet.  We
could retire in comfort in less than a year.  Of course they'd have to be
much more daring than the ones this man wants ...  "

   Consumed with curiosity, I approached them.

   "What are you talking about?" I asked.

   Aunt Prudence blushed, but barked before her brother could stop her. 
"My empty-headed brother got your photographs mixed up with some he sent a
customer and now the man is clamoring for more."

   "My photographs?" I asked, confused.

   Uncle Bob nodded.  "You remember I took some shots of you when you
arrived?  Well I forgot those were on the chip when I took the ones for
this customer.  When he saw them he offered quite a bit of money for more."

   "My photographs?" I asked dubiously.

   Aunt Prudence frowned.  "I saw them dear.  You look lovely and fresh in
them.  And you were ...  excited.  It's a horny old man who likes pictures
of a poor young lass with bumps in her shirt."

   Uncle Bob handed me some prints he had made.  There I was, toiling up
the path, grinning like an idiot.  Seamus and Johnny were flanking me, tall
and strong and good looking.  You could see Brad over my shoulder.  Daddy
must have already been ahead of me.  But in this picture I was surrounded
by hunky young men, and I looked positively ecstatic about it, even though
that's not what I was thinking about at the time.

   And ...  oh yes ...  what my Aunt had alluded to ...  the breeze had
pushed my shirt against my breasts, and there, for all the world to see,
were my hard little nipples.

   All in all, I looked like a turned on girl, surrounded by active, well
muscled boys, and like I was loving every minute of it.  Of course no one
outside the family would know those were my cousins and brother.

   "See?" asked my Uncle.  "It's not so bad as all that, now."

   Uncle Bob glanced at his watch and jumped.  "I've got to collect your
Dad!" he yelped.  And then he was off through the door and down the path to
go in the boat to get my Dad from his interviews.  I had the picture in my
hand, and Aunt Prudence had to tend the stove, so I turned around and left
with it to go find Sally.

   It was siesta time, and I found her in a hammock tied between two trees
with brush in a line between them and a hammock on the other side of it. 
She was reading a book.  I told her about the conversation and showed her
the picture.

   "Aren't men just that way?" she giggled.  "There you are looking like
the cat that caught the canary, and all some dirty old man somewhere can
think of is that you were about to be ravished by those three."

   "Ravished!" I objected.  "That's nonsense."

   "Oh is it now?" giggled Sally.  "Tell me young lass, just where is it
those boys are looking?"

   I looked at the picture again, and saw something I hadn't noticed
before. The eyes of all three of them, the twins AND my brother, were fixed
on a point that could only be inhabited by my buttocks.  Worse still, the
thin cotton shorts I had worn because they'd be comfortable on the long
flight, had pulled up between those fat pussy lips I told you about, and my
split was obvious.  I felt my face get so hot I thought it might catch on
fire.

   "See?" grinned my cousin.  "I told you I wished I had that body."

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   It came up again at supper, when my dad was there.  Aunt Prudence
brought it up, thinking he'd get mad that my picture was in the hands of
some stranger.  I think he might have, except that his job hunt wasn't
going all that well.  He'd had several interviews, and offers of
employment, but not at anything close to what we were used to bringing in.
He told me later he was worried that Brad and I would never be able to get
into college.

   "And you can be sure I told him you'd have no interest whatsoever in
having photographs of your dear sweet daughter floating around in the hands
of strangers," said Aunt Prudence sternly.  I think she expected my father
to thank her for setting Uncle Bob straight.

   "What kind of pictures?" asked my dad.

   "He runs a modeling agency, among other enterprises," grumbled Uncle
Bob. "He's a board member of the nature conservancy, which is what I was
hired for originally, but he waxed poetic about how fresh and innocent our
little Kelly looked.  He was more excited about her photographs than the
ones I was paid for."

   "Kelly?  A model?" snorted my father.

   I kicked his shin under the table and he jumped.  He looked right at me.
He knew who had kicked him.  He held up his hands.

   "That's not what I meant and you know it.  You know I think you're the
most beautiful girl in the wide world.  But modeling?"

   I kicked him again ...  or tried to.  He had moved his leg and all I got
was a sore toe on the chair leg.  He grinned at me, and then turned back to
Uncle Bob.

   "How much money are we talking about?" he asked.

   Aunt Prudence snorted.

   Uncle Bob was ready, though.  "He offered me five hundred U.S.  for a
hundred or so mixed photos."

   "Is that good?" asked Daddy.

   "It's comparable to what an experienced model would be paid for a
shoot," said Uncle Bob.  "Prices differ from place to place, of course. 
He's getting the scenery too.  That's part of the deal."

   Dad turned to me.  "What do you think?"

   I thought it was a good thing he hadn't seen the photograph that had
started all this.  He might not be so glib about it if he had.  But the
thought of getting money just for posing in pictures was kind of exciting.
And if they went into a brochure about Scotland, that would be exciting
too. I think that excitement showed in my face, because he laughed when I
said "I'm not doing anything until school starts anyway."

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   Uncle Bob started off doing just what he'd said.  He posed me in various
places around the island, in a hammock, reading a book, or sitting on a
rock staring out into the ocean, leaning up against a tree and things like
that.  Each time he'd add Sally and take some more shots, and then the
boys, one at a time.  We had to act like we were interacting, laughing or
smiling, like we were having a good time.  That took all morning.

   Then he got the idea to change clothes and do it all over again.  After
lunch the boys had to go fishing, so Uncle Bob just took Sally and me out
with an armful of clothes to change into.  We did the first shoot, which
where we sat on this big fallen log.  In my shorts I had straddled the log,
like I was riding a horse.  I didn't think a thing about it when we
started, except this time I was wearing a skirt.  He seemed to fiddle with
the camera a lot, asking me to lean forwards and then back.  He said
something about the light not being right.  Sally stepped to where he was
and looked at me and laughed.

   "The light's fine," she said.  "She's gorgeous."

   "Aye, that she is," he said kind of under his breath.  It made me feel
good.  He took the picture, and then took two more from different angles.

   About then I glanced down and realized my skirt had ridden up onto my
thighs as I scooted around on the log.  I wondered if my panties were
showing.  It gave me a tiny thrill for some reason to think he might have
seen them.

   Then he put Sally into the scene, with her behind me, her arms around
me, one wrapped around my waist and the other stretched out, her finger
pointing at a non-existent view.  After that he had us change places, so I
was hugging her and pointing.

   Then it was time to change.  Sally had suggested bringing our swim
suits, along with several other outfits.

   "Don't look Daddy, we're going to change clothes," she sang out.  Uncle
Bob turned his back and in a trice, as they say over there, Sally was
skinning out of her clothes.  She folded them neatly, dropping her bra and
panties on top.  I only had my blouse unbuttoned and, as usual, was
braless. Uncle Bob was fiddling with his camera, holding it out away from
him and brushing at the lens with a cleaning cloth.  As I dropped my skirt
and stood only in panties I saw his finger touch the thingy that took a
picture and realized the camera was pointed right at us.

   "He just took a picture of us!" I whispered to Sally.  She had just
pulled on her bottoms and was standing with those big soft breasts in the
sunshine.

   She looked startled at first and we both looked at him as he did it
again.

   "Why you dirty old man!" squealed Sally.  She marched over to him and
spun him around.  I'm not sure whether she realized she was still topless
or not, but if she knew it, she didn't seem to care.

   "What are you saying?" asked Uncle Bob, feigning innocence.  He was
standing where he could see me clearly now and I felt the urge to cover my
breasts.  At the same time I felt that tingle again, and decided that if
Sally was sophisticated enough to stand there mostly naked, then I was too.

   "You know very well what I'm talking about," said Sally, reaching for
the camera.  "You were sneaking pictures of us in our birthday suits!"

   He fought for the camera, but she got it away from him and danced to one
side, working buttons on the back.  She peered closely at the little screen
on the back and gave a whoop.

   "And here's the proof!" she said.  She showed me the screen and there we
were, her bending over, pulling up her bikini bottoms, her breasts hanging
down, and me looking startled and pale and white in just my pale blue
panties.

   "Oh, come on now, Sally, it was an accident," Uncle Bob tried.

   "Ah ..," she said," And I suppose this other one was an accident too."
She showed me both of us standing there, me with my skirt around my ankles
and her holding her bikini bottoms, stark naked.

   "Oh, all right!" he said, flushing.  "You're both such lovely wee
lasses," he said.  "A man can't help but notice it."

   "And what would you have done with these, might I ask?" asked his
daughter.  "Show them to Aunt Prudence and say how nicely we are growing up
I suppose?"

   He flushed even more furiously.  "Well ...  no ...  I suppose not.  I'd
have kept them for my private collection ...  that's all.  I'd never have
shown them to anyone, I promise."

   Sally laughed.  "You ARE a dirty old man.  You'd sit around in the dark
looking at them and fiddling with yourself ...  now wouldn't you?"

   He looked very downcast, and I expected Sally to scold him soundly, but
her attitude about it was very different.  She actually hugged him,
pressing her naked titties up against him and kissing him on the cheek.

   "It's all right Pappa," she said like she was talking to a little boy.
"We all still miss Mummy.  You're a man, who lost his mate.  I suppose we
can't complain so much if your eye wanders a bit from time to time."

   She turned to me.  "It's all right if he keeps them, aye Kelly?  It will
ease his sorrow at nights, don't you think?"

   While she had accused him an image had leapt into my mind.  I knew boys
played with themselves.  Brad had admitted it to me one night that he did
so.  But I had never seen a hard penis before that morning, when we went
through the living room and saw the boys lying about.  Now I imagined one
of those hard things on my uncle, and his hand wrapped around it ...  as he
looked at a picture of me standing there almost naked.  I have to tell you,
I felt all manner of feelings right then, a mixture of tingling and not a
little fear or something that wasn't so much fun.  Then again, I couldn't
imagine my uncle hurting me, so the tingling won out.

   "I suppose so," I said softly.  "As long as nobody else sees them."

   Uncle Bob almost cried with relief.  He thanked us several times, so
much so that Sally, apparently feeling bold, asked him if he had enough,
and wanted to take a few more for his private collection.

   I wasn't so sure about that, but the look on his face made me feel all
warm inside, so I let myself be led into something that, had I been alone,
I probably would never have done.

   CHAPTER TWO

   It was actually Sally who choreographed that first set of pictures.  We
finished putting on our swimsuits and she dragged us to the secret swimming
place, with the waterfall.  Then she had him take pictures of us sunning on
the grass, and bending over and things like that.  I blushed red most of
the time as he took pictures of my butt and things like that.  Then Sally
took her top off and he took more pictures of us.  Then somehow I took my
top off.  Soon we were splashing in the water as he took more pictures of
us splashing each other and laughing.  Sally had us both stand still and
pull our wet hair back, like girls do in the pool all the time, except this
time we were facing him while he took pictures of our bare breasts.

   I suddenly noticed that Sally's nipples had grown long and stiff, and
looked at my own pink buds on their puffy areolas.  Mine were sticking out
too and I didn't think it was all from the cool water.

   Sally laughed and threw something at her father.  The bottoms of her
bikini splatted against his pants, right where I suddenly realized there
was a huge bulge.  It made a big wet stain surrounding that bulge.

   He squawked and held the camera away from him as Sally laughed.  Then
she lay back in the water, swimming on her back.  Her lush dark bush broke
the water like a stubby shark's fin.  After a look of shock, Uncle Bob
started taking more pictures.

   "Come on then!" she yelled at me.  She rolled onto her stomach and did a
jack knife dive, which stuck her butt out of the water.  I somehow knew
that Uncle Bob was pressing the button again.

   In the end I joined her and we both frolicked, bare ass naked, playing
leapfrog and such things.  When we were tired we both came out of the
water. Poor Uncle Bob was in bad shape.  With two naked nubile girls
playing in front of him, his bulge was huge now.  He took two pictures of
us walking out of the water and looked at his camera.

   "Ahhh, a good thing can't last forever," he sighed.  "The card's full."

   "Looks like your trousers are full too, father," said Sally, grinning.
"I don't know whether to call you a pervert, or be pleased that I'm not so
ugly you didn't even notice."

   "Lass, the word ugly couldn't exist in the same sentence concerning
either of you," he said.

   He was a little more at ease now, maybe because both of us were more at
ease too.  I felt the glow of a woman appreciated for her beauty ... 
something I wasn't used to.  I had clear and solid proof that a man had
developed an erection over me.  Of course at the time I thought it couldn't
be Sally he was excited about.  I wouldn't know that he found both of us
irresistible until later.

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   We got dressed and walked back to the cottage.  Uncle Bob, of course,
went directly to his computer and downloaded the photographs.  Aunt
Prudence was in the garden, and my Dad was out job hunting again.  The boys
were cleaning their catch, so we just had time to look over his shoulder as
he clicked his way through picture after picture of two naked girls
romping. I'll say this for him, he was a photographer through and through.
He may have been serving his own carnal desires, but almost every
photograph was beautifully arranged.  Some of them didn't actually center
on naked flesh, but showed us in the grotto, with the water fall in the
background.  They were beautiful pictures.

   We heard people coming in, and broke away to help aunt Prudence fix
supper.

   That night, as Sally and I got into bed, it was subtly different between
us.  We had been naughty together, and that shared experience had brought
us closer together.

   "So what did you think this afternoon?" my cousin asked me.

   "It was strange," I admitted.  "I'd never have thought that prancing
around naked in front of my uncle would make me feel so ...  " I didn't
actually have a word for how it made me feel.

   "I know!" she said in an excited whisper.  "I never thought about doing
that in front of my dad, but it was FUN!" She wiggled in the bed.  "I've
been horny all afternoon."

   "Really?" I asked.

   "Oh yes!" she whispered.  "I feel like I want to touch myself."

   I knew that girls diddled themselves just like boys did, but had never
done it myself.  That's not to say I hadn't thought about it from time to
time.  Sometimes, when I was around a boy I liked a lot, I got this funny
feeling down there.  It wasn't exactly like what I had felt that afternoon
as my uncle ogled me, but it was in the same area.  But I had never tried
to do anything about it.  I didn't exactly know how to go about it, and it
seemed like something you should know how to do before you tried it.

   "Would you think me completely terrible if I did?" asked Sally.

   "Can I watch?" I blurted out.  I clapped a hand over my mouth and
panicked.  "I mean ...  I've never done it.  I don't know how ..." I
finally lapsed into embarrassed silence.

   "Oh it's easy," she sighed.  "And it feels so lovely.  Come on ...  I'll
show you."

   She hiked up her nightdress and I could see she had no panties on.  She
slid one pale finger through the lump of dark hair and wiggled it back and
forth.  I peered closer, trying to see what she was doing.

   "Ohhh, this mop of hair!" she moaned.  "I've got to do something about
it.  It gets in the way of everything.  I should cut it all off or
something.  Can you see what I'm doing?"

   "No," I said helplessly.

   She took her hand away and rolled over.  "Lie back," she ordered.

   I did and she told me to pull my nightshirt up, and then to take my
panties off.  I felt silly spreading my legs for her as her face hovered
over my crotch.

   "Spread yourself apart," she instructed me.  I used two fingers to pull
my big fat pussy lips apart and she put one finger out to touch me.  "Right
..." her finger made contact "there!"

   I felt an almost electric shock go through my whole abdomen as she
touched something that just zinged.  I had felt that before, when I washed.
I knew from health class that it had a name, but I didn't remember it. 
When I'd touched it before I was afraid there was something wrong with it
because it caused such weird feelings in me.  She wiggled her finger and I
gasped, jerking my legs up and knocking her hand out of the way.

   She giggled.  "Feels powerful, huh?" She lay back down and her finger
went back into her bush.  "Now, you do it.  Put your fingertip on it and
just wiggle it back and forth, like you're trying to rub it off."

   I tentatively did what she said and almost fainted as a ball of fire
started in my pussy and filled up my whole belly.  I got slippery all of a
sudden, and added first another finger and then two, wiggling all three of
them over that little bump, strumming it like a guitar or something.  Sally
was doing the same thing right next to me.

   I started panting and she made a low sound in her throat, almost a moan.

   "You know Daddy's in the next room," she said.  "He's probably playing
with himself too ...  thinking of us ...  imagining us naked ..." She
moaned again.

   That thought did something so powerful that I was almost in a panic,
because something was happening inside of me that made it feel like my
whole insides were going to just burst out through my pussy.  I jerked my
fingers away from my bump and that was even more horrible, like almost
unwrapping a present and then stopping before you know what's inside.  I
groaned and my fingers went back.  That feeling was upon me again almost
instantly.

   "Ohhhh Sallyyyyyy something's happening to meeeeee," I cried out.

   "Shhhhhh" she said, reaching out to touch me.  "It's OK, it will just
feel good.  Keep going."

   It did feel good.  It felt so good I thought I'd just melt into a puddle
of good feeling.  My muscles didn't melt though.  Instead they all tensed
up and everything about me froze except those three fingers and my wrist. I
must have sounded like I was dying or something, because Sally switched
hands and rolled against me, covering my mouth with the hand she had been
using to rub herself.  I felt moisture, and smelled something sharp.  It
wasn't unpleasant at all, though my mind rebelled a bit, knowing where
those fingers had been.  Still, I felt so wonderful that I didn't care that
much and just groaned my way through whatever it was that was happening to
me.

   Then, suddenly, everything felt like it weighed a ton.  I fell back on
the bed, my fingers seemingly stuck to my bump like glue.  I couldn't rub
any more because now it hurt, but I couldn't take the pressure off either
because it felt good to press.

   Sally made strangled sounds, taking her hand away from my mouth and
putting both of her hands between her legs and drawing her knees up to trap
them there.  She rolled toward me, her knees falling on my thigh and her
eyes stared into mine, glistening, scrunched almost closed as she gave a
big, long sigh.

   "Mmmmm that's better," she whispered.  "You had fun too?"

   All I could do was nod.  I think I slept better that night than I'd ever
slept in my whole life.

   ======================================

   The next morning we all went out on the boat.  Everybody went, even Aunt
Prudence and my dad.  He was taking a day off from job hunting.  He was
pretty depressed with the results thus far.  It was looking like we would
have to take a serious cut in our income.

   The adults gathered in the front of the boat, which I believe is called
the bow.  They were talking about my dad's situation.  Johnny was showing
Brad how to steer and all that, running on the motor at first.  We were
going to sail later and Uncle Bob was going to take pictures of that. 
Seamus, Sally and I sat on the back of the cabin, watching the wake while
they talked about the island, and Scotland and customs and such, trying to
help me fit in before I had to start school.

   It was cool at first, early in the morning, but when we put up the sails
it was hot work.  Uncle Bob took the tiller, which I called a "steering
thing" until they laughed at me.  The boys all stripped to their bathing
suits and Aunt Prudence pulled off her dungarees and shirt to reveal a
shockingly brief bikini that was the hottest shade of pink I had ever seen
in my life.  Well, I thought it was shockingly brief.  My dad's eyes just
about popped out of his head, and so did Brad's.  That swim suit was made
for a woman twenty years younger than I thought she was when I met her, but
on her it looked perfect.

   Aunt Prudence usually wore a dress around the cottage, something loose
and baggy that would be airy and comfortable to do all the things she did,
which included gardening and milking the cow and all that sort of thing. 
She also wore her hair in a bun, and usually had on reading glasses that
perched right on the tip of her nose.  So I had never paid any attention to
her appearance.  But in that bikini, with her hair pulled into a pony tail,
I realized she wasn't nearly as old as I'd thought she was.  My Dad was
forty-one, and Uncle Bob was forty-three.  I didn't know how old Aunt
Prudence was - I'd have guessed late forties before this - but now that I
saw her skin it was obvious she wasn't a day over thirty-five.  If Sally's
breasts were large, then Aunt Prudence's were huge.  That bikini only
covered maybe a third of them, mostly the tips and a little of the
underside.  Her stomach was flat as a board and she had the kind of hips
that those Hawaiian dancers have, that swell out and move like they aren't
attached to anything else.  As she moved around hauling lines and lifting
sails I thought that if I could look like her when I grew up I'd never
complain about a single thing in my whole life again.

   My Dad wasn't paying attention to what he was supposed to be doing
because he was almost comatose staring at Aunt Prudence, and a rope started
whipping through his hands.  He screeched and let go.  I could see the dark
red stripe on one of his palms where the rope had burned him and torn the
skin so much it was almost bleeding.  The sail he was supposed to be
helping whipped full of air and the rope flailed around like a snake on
cocaine, or whatever kind of drug makes you go crazy.  Patrick jumped for
it and caught it, running around the mast and pulling the rope up against
it.  That stopped it from whizzing through the ring and he was able then to
start pulling and getting the sail under control.

   Dad couldn't do anything but stare at his hands, until they got the
sails ship shape or whatever they call it.  Then Aunt Prudence came over to
him and started making him feel better.  She did that mostly just by being
there, where he could stare at her up close.  I heard Sally giggle and when
I looked at her she rolled her eyes and winked at me.  aunt Prudence pulled
Daddy toward the cabin, talking about how she had to put something on his
hands or they'd get infected.  He went with her like a little puppy dog. 
It was so funny.

   Once we got under sail, Johnny took over the tiller and Uncle Bob got
out his camera.  Sally and I were in our bikinis again and we scampered all
about, purposely bending over and teasing Uncle Bob because ...  well ...
because we could, I guess.  Seamus and Brad joined us on Uncle Bob's orders
and he posed us together, pulling ropes, or leaning out over the side of
the boat while it was turning.  That was hard for me, because I'm not all
that strong, and at one point I was slipping.  I yelled and Seamus put his
arm around me and held me next to him while he held on with just one hand
to the rope.  It was amazing how strong he felt.  His body was warm and
hard against mine and his hand went all the way around me to my stomach. 
The boat straightened out and we swung back toward the deck.  We jumped
down together and Seamus' face was right in front of mine.  He smiled and
squeezed me and gave me a wink that made me get that funny feeling.  Then
he let me go.

   Later that night, when we were reviewing the pictures, there was one of
him holding me, with his arm around me, right after we had jumped back down
to the deck.  Uncle Bob liked that one.  He said it looked romantic.  There
was that smile on Seamus' face and just looking at the picture made my
tummy flutter inside.

   So the next day, when it was time to take pictures, Uncle Bob posed me
with Seamus and then Johnny and then both of them, in hugs and almost
kisses and things that made my knees weak.  He did the same thing with
Sally and Brad, and once she KISSED him!  I about died.  Uncle Bob loved
it, though, and told them to do it again.  Brad wasn't complaining and they
kissed for a lot longer than was needed.

   Then Johnny complained that Brad got to kiss a pretty girl, and he
didn't, and Seamus set up a similar howl.  Uncle Bob asked me if it was OK,
and I KNOW I was reluctant to do that, but somehow I ended up with hard
male bodies pressed to mine and soft warm lips pressed to mine and I
couldn't get enough breath in my lungs to tell them to stop before I
fainted dead away.

   But, of course I didn't faint.  I just went limp in Johnny's arms and he
squeezed me tighter and kissed me longer.  I sagged so much that he put his
hands on my BOTTOM to hold me up!  Then it was Seamus again and he had seen
his brother do that, so HE did it too, except he SQUEEZED my bottom and
stuck his TONGUE in my mouth!

   I about died, and I got so excited that I pushed at him and gasped: "I
can't BREATHE!" I sat down on a log and panted for a while.  Sally laughed
and came to sit beside me, holding my hand.

   "There, there, that's a bit of fun, now isn't it?" she whispered.

   I looked at her and I must have had a strange look in my face or
something, because she laughed again.  "Your brother's a good kisser!" she
whispered.  "He got a hardon while he was kissing me too!"

   That made me look at him.  all the boys were gathered around Uncle Bob,
reviewing the pictures with him, and there was a lot of general laughing
and carrying on.  I could only see the front of Seamus' pants, and he had a
big bulge there that I hadn't noticed before.

   The men all decided that hands on our butts looked hot, so they came up
with more ways to do that, other than just kissing us.  They had us climb
trees so they could "help" us by pushing us up with their hands on our
bottoms, while Uncle Bob said things like "Hold on, it's almost right" and
"No, don't move ...  I've almost got it." Sally was laughing and having a
great time.  I was too, to tell the truth.  Except that I wasn't quite as
sanguine about it, not having ever had a boy feeling my bottom.  What made
it worse was that when Johnny helped me back down, he had his hands on my
waist, but when I stepped down they slid up and cupped my titties!

   "Mmmmm, little Kelly," he breathed in my ear.  "Sorry about that."

   He wasn't sorry at all, I can tell you that!  He kept them there for
another few seconds.  But I didn't complain either.  In fact, by the time
he let go of them, I kind of wished he hadn't.  I know I was terrible, but
it felt so nice.

   At lunch we stood looking over his shoulder at the computer screen and
sure enough, he had one of Johnny's hands cupping my breasts.  When that
one popped up, oh, you should have heard the teasing I got.  Sally said "Oh
my, that looks HOT!" Then she said "Hey!  Nobody did that to ME!" I think
Brad was standing behind her and he reached around her and squeezed her
boobs right there because she yelped.  "Not HERE!  That's for the pictures
only you horrible boy!" There was a lot of laughter.

   That afternoon, we went out on the boat again, leaving Aunt Prudence and
my dad in the cottage.  She was taking care of his hands and didn't want
him to re-injure them again.  Uncle Bob liked the morning pictures so much
that he wanted more of them with us in swim suits.

   If that morning had gotten me worked up, just imagine what it was like
to hug a boy close who was almost naked and kiss him for long minutes while
his hands run all over your back and butt.  Both Seamus and Johnny were
wearing their Speedos, and they didn't hide much to begin with.  After
kissing me, when they backed up it looked like they had stuffed socks in
their suits or something.  I looked over at Sally, kissing my brother and
she was pushing her loins against his, almost rubbing against him.  When he
backed up, his baggy swim trunks weren't so baggy any more.  He must not
have had on a jock strap or anything, because they tented right out in
front of him.

   Sally looked down and said "Oh, am I that good looking then?"

   Brad blushed and covered his lump while Sally laughed gaily and said
"Thank you sir, for the fine compliment you have paid me."

   As I look back on it, now that I'm older, I realize that we all let our
emotions get away with themselves.  It was so exciting to be doing all
these new and strange things that we didn't stop to think about where it
all might lead.  Uncle Bob was as bad as the younger ones.  He always
started out taking pictures that would be just fine for the nature
conservancy pamphlet, but somehow we moved on to pictures for his private
collection.  the boys didn't know about that, of course, but when have boys
cared why someone would want to take pictures of them with their hands all
over a pretty girl?  They just want to concentrate on having those hands on
that pretty girl.

   I think that's why, when Uncle Bob wanted a few shots that he called
"romantic", with us lying beside the boys, and me sandwiched between his
sons, kissing and caressing, and it somehow went from that to the boys on
TOP of us girls, kissing and caressing, that I had stopped thinking about
what was going on, and was just immersed in the feelings.  Seamus was the
first to pin me to the deck, his legs outside mine, kissing me with lots of
tongue.  I felt his bulge then, as it pressed right on that spot I had
learned to rub such a short time before.  And rub it he did, with that
bulge, as he wiggled on top of me, turning his head first this way and then
that to kiss me.

   Then it was Johnny, only somehow he knelt BETWEEN my legs, and I
couldn't close them because of his knees on the deck.  And then HIS bulge
was rubbing me ...  first up ...  and then down ...  and then back up ...
and then back down until I thought I would explode.  Thank goodness he
stopped.  He whispered in my ear that I felt "Oh so good" and then got up
while I lay there limp and panting.

   I let my head roll and there, beside us was Sally and my brother, and he
was doing the exact same thing to her, except that she had wrapped her legs
around his back and was moaning.

   Seamus was standing over them, his hands on his hips.

   "Here now!" he barked.  "That's my sister there, young fellow!"

   Brad looked up as Sally's legs dropped to the deck, her heels making a
thump.  He looked abashed and levered himself up to his hands and knees. 
"Er ...  sorry," he mumbled.

   Seamus offered him a hand to help him stand and grinned.  "Don't hog
her!"

   Then he scrambled down between his own sister's legs and lay DOWN on
her, kissing her chin!

   "Hi, baby sister," he joked.

   She started kicking, except she had nothing to kick at, and pushing,
except he was much too heavy for her to move, and he was laughing.  She
called him all kinds of names, but pretty soon she started laughing too. 
She went to tickling him and that's when I found out how ticklish he was,
because he tried everything to get away from her fingers.  But she wrapped
her legs around him like she had my brother, and he whooped and hollered
and rolled until she was sitting on top of him.  Then she leaned down and
kissed HIM, right on the mouth!

   "Think you're so clever, don't you," she purred at his shocked look.

   I actually saw a gleam come into his eye, and I think she did too, and
knew he was about to do something, because she pushed off the deck with her
arms, like she was going to get off, and about then his hands came up and
grabbed her breasts, giving them a squeeze.

   "Nice mams," he grinned.

   Sally slapped him on his shoulders and batted his hands away from her
breasts, but when she stood up she was laughing.  All of the rest of us
were standing there staring at them.

   Maybe that got Uncle Bob to thinking, and he realized how precarious
things were, because he said that was it for the day and we took the boat
back to the dock.

   When we got back to the cottage, Aunt Prudence was in the kitchen,
humming a tune.  She looked happier than ever and was glad to see us.  My
Dad was sitting in a chair by the unlit fire and HE looked guilty or
something.  I don't think anybody else noticed it, but I knew him so well
that I knew that look.  I didn't know what had caused it, but I knew he was
hiding something.

   We played scrabble that night, in teams.  Brad and I teamed up and just
trashed the rest of them.  I was proud.

   In bed later, Sally and I stripped down and masturbated like crazy.  All
that kissing and groping had gotten us both hot as firecrackers, and a
simple dinner and game of scrabble hadn't done anything to cool us off.

   "Your brother is SUCH a good kisser," Sally moaned as she rubbed between
her legs.  "And he's got such strong hands."

   "I can't believe you kissed your brother," I panted.

   "He's a pretty good kisser too," giggled Sally.

   "And he touched your boobs!" I gasped, rubbing my clitty hard.

   "You should let him do that to you," she panted.  "I almost came when he
did that.  I rubbed against him."

   "Have you no shame?" I gasped.

   "I saw you over there flopping around under him ...  and Johnny too. 
Don't try to play miss innocent with me," she huffed.

   "I've never done anything LIKE that before!" I objected.

   "Me neither," she gasped.  "But if I get the chance, I think I'll just
do it again."

   I didn't say it out loud, but I agreed with her a thousand percent.

   =======================================

   As I think back on things, I think the same thing happened to all of us.
In one sense we were just having fun feeling naughty and experiencing all
those new feelings.  At least they were new for me.  And the more we did,
the more exciting it got.  And the more exciting it got ...  the more we
wanted to do.

   When Uncle Bob wanted to go back to the grotto, this time with the boys,
Sally and I were only too eager.  And, once we got there, and Sally
challenged me to take my top off to tease the boys, I did it with almost no
feeling of shame or guilt.  The boys, of course, went addled when they were
faced by two laughing girls with bare breasts.  We played tag in the water,
us girls running from the boys, who eventually started working together to
hunt us.  First they'd separate us and then they'd all go after one of us.
Naturally, when caught and surrounded by boys, their hands would wander and
"accidentally" cup and squeeze our breasts.  They always said they were
sorry and things like that, but we all knew they were doing it on purpose.
Even Brad copped a feel of my breasts when he caught me.  And the funny
thing was that, after seeing her brothers do that to Sally, it didn't seem
at all strange that Brad was doing that to me.  He did it to Sally too, of
course, holding her a little tighter and stealing kisses from her.  He
didn't kiss me ...  not then.  But his hands felt just as good on my
tingling nipples as did those of Johnny and Seamus, who stole their kisses
from me AND their sister.

   It about drove poor Uncle Bob to distraction as he scampered this way
and that, taking pictures, trying to find the best vantage point while we
kept moving.  Finally he got us to pose, standing still.  Seamus was first
with me.  He stood behind me, both hands cupping my breasts.  He leaned in
to nuzzle my neck and my head lolled on his shoulder as streaks of pleasure
shot from my neck and nipples to my belly.  He pinched my nipples and I
shuddered.

   Johnny pushed him away and did the same thing, but he shoved his hard
penis into my butt, and ran his hands up and down my front, stroking my
belly and my breasts, over and over while I craned my head for a kiss.

   Sally and Brad were next.  I stood a little ways away and my eyes
goggled as Brad mimicked his cousins, one hand cupping her breast, his
mouth in a torrid open-mouthed kiss.  He slid his hand down her flat belly
and, before my very eyes, slipped it right into her bikini bottom.  Her
bush had puffed it out to begin with, but his hand made it look obscene. 
She arched her back, not making any attempt at all to get his hand out of
her bikini bottoms.

   Of course Johnny and Seamus complained bitterly, and came after me,
reaching out their arms and hands like zombies and growling.  I was both
terrified that they might succeed in their obvious mission, and, as I swam
away from them, afraid I might be able to keep them from doing it.  They
caught me in deep water and dragged me back to where the water was neck
deep for them.  I was shorter and they supported me, one on either side. 
Seamus, I think it was, attacked from the front, while Johnny slid his hand
inside, onto my buttocks.  My suit was too tight and the bow at the side
couldn't take the pressure.  I felt it give and then Seamus' finger slid
between my pussy lips and he slipped a finger up into me.  He held me up
with that finger, his other hand on my back, while Johnny felt up my bottom
and played with my breasts.  I kicked like mad, and waved my arms around,
but somehow I ended up hugging both boys to me as my body betrayed me. 
Seamus' finger was bigger than mine, and he went a lot deeper inside me
than I'd ever gone.  I felt some pain, but the pleasure of what was
happening washed that away almost immediately.  Something in my mind told
me that my virginity was gone, but I dismissed that.  Surely only real sex
counted for removing one's virginity.

   My face bobbed under the water and I spluttered.  I looked at Seamus,
who was as wide eyed at getting to do this as I was at having it done.

   "You're going to make me cum," I whispered.

   "Oh ...  please do," he whispered back.

   It hit me, and I gurgled and moaned and basically had a conniption fit.

   "My turn," said Johnny, his hand leaving my backside.

   I looked over at Brad, who was in a kissing clench with Sally, her naked
breasts pressed tightly to his chest.  His hands were on her butt, but I
couldn't see what they were doing under the water.  All my thrashing had
made my bottoms, which were only fastened on one hip how, fall down.  I
didn't want to lose them, so I pushed Johnny away and bent over, going
under the water to grab them and pull them off.  The water came to the top
of my head, so I dropped down, pushed off the bottom and, as I broke the
surface like a leaping dolphin, I threw the bottoms toward the shore.  They
didn't quite make it, landing a couple of feet from Uncle Bob's shoes.  He
looked down, his mouth agape.

   Johnny caught me and his finger replaced his brother's as I spread my
legs wide in welcome.  He lifted me enough to suckle at my nipples and I
thought I'd just die.  I felt Seamus at my back and looked at him.  His
eyes looked funny, and his right arm was making waves.  I looked down
through the water and just barely could make out through the ripples that
his hand was moving back and forth at his groin.  His Speedos made a dark
blue line stretching from one thigh to the other and I realized he was
masturbating.

   I must have been insane, because before this day I would never have
thought of doing what I did, but I reached for his arm and slid my hand
down to his hand, where I found his penis.  He moaned and let me grab it,
leaning back in the water as I gave it a few tentative tugs.  I didn't know
what I was doing, though, and I must have hurt him, because his hand closed
around mine and guided my motions from then on.

   I honestly don't remember some of that incident.  My mind was too full
of feelings and what I was doing to Seamus.  I know I had at least one more
orgasm on Johnny's fingers, and I remember Seamus making the oddest noises
and going stiff.  And I remember seeing little blobs of white float up to
the surface of the water on my right side, where Seamus was.  I saw Sally
pulling Brad out of the water and got embarrassed when I saw that they both
had their bottoms on.  He lay down on top of her, like we had on the boat,
except now there was thick lush grass under her, and they writhed and
kissed as he lunged his loins against hers.  Johnny was pulling at me,
toward them, and I was suddenly shy because I was stark naked.  Seamus bent
over and came up with his speedos in his hand, grinning at me.

   "Don't want you to be the only one." He winked.

   Uncle Bob didn't know what to do.  There was his daughter and nephew,
doing everything but having sex in the grass, and then I came out naked,
with a naked Seamus beside me and Johnny still in his trunks.  The
difference was that Seamus' penis was soft and hanging down, while Johnny's
was poking the front of his suit out something fierce.  Uncle Bob turned
back and forth several times before finally deciding that my complete
nakedness needed to be photographed more than the other couple's partial
nudity.

   Johnny was just as beside himself as he saw my brother rutting between
his sister's legs.  He turned to me with a pleading look in his eye and
then I let myself be led to the grass beside the others.  Oh, my goodness,
let me tell you there is a BIG difference between a boy's lump rubbing you
with your shorts or swim suit between you, and that same lump rubbing
directly on your slippery pussy, even if IT is still covered by a suit. 
His bulge was now lying up against his stomach, so the hard part was long
and he rubbed that between my greasy pussy lips while he kissed me.  He
grunted and groaned and his eyes went wide and he froze.  I thought he'd
hurt himself at first, because he turned red in the face and got to his
knees.  He knelt backwards and, in a strained voice, said "I've just cum in
me pants!"

   "And you've left the poor lass high and dry," chided his brother, who
lay down beside me.  I had visions of that naked penis of his pressed
against my itching pussy lips, and finally more fear than lust entered my
mind.

   "We can't!" I croaked, putting one hand over my pussy and pushing at his
penis with the other.  It was about half hard and looked huge.

   He grinned.  "Not to worry little one," he said soothingly.  "Would you
do what you did in the water?"

   The knowledge that if I did that, my virginity would be safe caused me
to nod vigorously.  I was really in a bad way.  Johnny's rubbing hand
brought me close to another orgasm and he had, indeed, left me high and
dry. But when Seamus pulled my hand to his prick, and then slid his hand
between my legs, I lay back, legs spread like a hussy, and let him diddle
me until I thought my head would explode.  Again, that was so torrid I
don't remember each and every part of it.  I do remember his kisses, and
his lips moving to my neck and breasts, as my hand stroked his hardness and
his hand fluttered delightfully between my legs.  He probed me deeply with
his fingers, and again I felt a twinge of pain, but ignored it.  I came
hard, harder than ever before, and got dizzy.  He grunted and I felt
something warm splatter on my hip and belly.  He sighed and rolled to his
back, jerking his penis out of my hand.  When I had the strength, I raised
my head to see streaks of thick white across my stomach, and falling off my
hip onto the grass.  I raised my eyes to see Uncle Bob, leaning over, his
camera capturing the same thing, from a different angle.

   Sally must have seen what was happening, because when I looked at her
and Brad, they had each shoved their suits down to their thighs.  She was
masturbating him with vigor, and his hand was firmly between her legs,
which were open only as much as her bottoms would allow.  I watched in
fascination as the thing in her hand began sending long strings of white
into the air to fall almost exactly as Seamus' had fallen on me, except
that one thick strand fell across her dark bush of hair and stood out
starkly against that background.

   "Perhaps ..." gasped Uncle Bob, "we have gone a wee bit too far."

   We all looked at him, with his camera dangling from his hand by a strap,
the front of his shorts tented out obscenely, and sweat dripping off his
face.

   I believe we all agreed unconsciously to be contrite as we walked back
to the cottage, though, to be honest, I felt just fine.  What had happened
was strange, but it was so exciting that I just couldn't feel bad about it.
Uncle Bob must have, though, because he barred us from the computer as he
downloaded the pictures.  We changed out of our wet clothes, and gathered
in the living room.  Our adventure had taken us past lunch, which Aunt
Prudence had left on the counter for us.  She was nowhere to be seen, nor
was my father.

   "Do you think we went too far?" asked Johnny, the eldest twin by all of
ten or fifteen minutes.

   "I had a lovely time," said Sally, making goo goo eyes at my brother.  I
looked at his lap.  His bulge was back.

   "As did I," I said almost stubbornly.  I had gone from a shy and
retiring virgin to ...  well something not so shy and retiring, obviously.
As I look back on it now, I was a foolish girl, who had dipped her toe in
the sea of sexual adventure, but had no idea of what kind of undertow there
was further out.  Neither, for that matter, did Sally.  Maybe the boys
knew, being a little older, but the truth of it was that none of them had
done anything more than what we had done before we got naked.  A little
kissing here, a little fumbling and petting there, mostly innocent
exploration of feelings caused by hormones.  At that time, though, the
memory of that last strong orgasm was fully in my mind.

   I wanted to feel more orgasms that strong.

   I had to go to the bathroom, and as I passed by Uncle Bob's closed door,
I heard him moaning, almost crying out.  I knew he felt badly that things
had gotten so uncontrolled, but I didn't think it was THAT bad.  I had no
way of knowing that, at that moment, he was looking at the picture of my
open legs, my pussy mouth still spread and open from Seamus' fingers, and
his semen lying on my belly.  That picture, as I was to find out later, hit
him harder than any other he had taken.

   CHAPTER THREE

   I told the others that Uncle Bob was upset, and making noises.  We
thought it a good idea to take our lunch and go outside, to leave him
alone. We stood or sat as we ate sandwiches and fruit.  Johnny said he had
to pee and, being a boy, headed off into the underbrush away from the
house. He was back, his eyes wide and a look of consternation on his face.

   "Come here!" he whispered loudly.  "You've got to see this!"

   He shushed us as we trooped along behind him, making motions with his
hands to slow down, or move this way and that.  It was mystery where he was
taking us.  Then we heard the moans.  There was a hammock in front of us,
and a screen of shrubs behind it.  We all knew there was another hammock on
the other side of those shrubs.  That's where the moaning was coming from.

   "Ahhhh Rod, you're a fine fellow, you are," came the voice of Aunt
Prudence.

   "Ohhh Prudence, my sweet, we shouldn't be doing this," came my father's
voice.

   "She's been gone for months now Bonny Rodney.  She'd want you to be
happy, I know it."

   "You feel so goood," moaned my father.

   "You're right about that Laddie, you're making me feel just wonderful,"
she moaned back.

   By ones and twos we crept up to the screen of bushes and pulled this
way, or pushed that way to peer through the greenery.  What we saw was Aunt
Prudence, stark naked, her buttocks perched in the hammock as if she had
just sat down and was about to swing her legs up and lie down.  Her hands
were placed on my father's shoulders.  He was equally naked, and was
standing between her thighs, pushing and shoving against her in much the
same way Johnny had pushed and shoved against me.  Except, of course, there
was nothing between them.  There was a wet squishy sound that went with his
rhythmic thrusting.  Her legs were splayed to the sides, her heels resting
lightly on the ground.  The hammock moved in time with his thrusts, almost
like a rocking chair.  It was obvious to us all they were making love.

   "I'm so glad you hurt your hands," she moaned.  "I'd never have gotten
you alone otherwise."

   "You wanted this before yesterday?" grunted my father, shoving into her
hard.

   "From the very moment you came into my sight," she said, wiggling her
hips against his thrusts.  "It was a case of love at first sight for me,"
she sighed.

   "I never thought this would happen when I came here," he moaned.  "I
never thought this would ever happen again."

   "You're a fine strong man, Rodney, with many a strong baby left in you
to give to some lucky woman.  Your life need not be over simply because of
tragedy and loss."

   "I never thought I'd meet another woman who wanted to have my children,"
he grunted.  He was thrusting more actively into her now.

   "You have, my darling, you already have," she cooed.  "Her hopes are
being met this very instant, perhaps."

   "You?" he gasped.  "I thought yesterday, when you said nothing, that you
were protected."

   "I need no protection from you, my bonny lad," she crooned.  "Let your
seed flow, and let it take in my womb, and let us have the first of many
children together Rodney MacDowell."

   There was a frenzy of thrusting and grunting and groaning and I suddenly
realized that that thick white stuff that Seamus had put on my stomach and
hip, was now shooting up inside Aunt Prudence's pussy ...  into her womb
... where a little brother or sister for Brad and me might be made ...  was
BEING made, at that very second.  I know now that it was the emotion of
seeing something for the first time, and because of the lingering lust in
my own loins from our earlier play, but what I felt just then was ... 
empty.  Not empty in an emotional sense ...  but empty between my ribs and
my pelvis, a place that, in Aunt Prudence's situation, was full of warm
gooey semen.

   But my womb was empty, and knowing that my daddy's sperm was inside Aunt
Prudence's womb made me wish mine wasn't empty.

   ==================================

   That was a turning point in my life, as I look back on it.  I had
played, and explored, and had a lot of fun experiencing new and exciting
things.  But it had suddenly been impressed on me how solemn and serious
this game of sex was ...  or could be.  There I was, all a-flutter in a
foreign land, in a new temporary home, being paid all kinds of sexy
attention by handsome young men and an older man too, when you think of the
vicarious nature of Uncle Bob's interest in me sexually.  I was all of
sixteen years old, which is plenty old enough for my body and emotions to
want to do adult things, while my experience level wasn't at all prepared
for those urges.  It was a little like coming out of a dream.  I had seen
lots of pregnant women in my life, and women with new-born babies, and
toddlers and all that.  But I hadn't paid a whit of attention to them as
anything that affected me.  My body yearned to do the things that made
babies, and my mind, not ready to contemplate the full responsibilities
involved in that process, glommed onto the idea with an innocence that
today, just leaves me speechless.

   But the fact was, as I backed away from that hedge, where my father was
doing his best to make a baby in Aunt Prudence's womb, I wanted somebody to
make a baby in MY womb too.  The worst part of it was, that at that point,
I didn't have a clear picture in my mind of just WHO it was I wanted to
make a baby in me.

   I know I make it sound like I just up and decided to get knocked up.  It
wasn't like that at all, though.  It was more of a whisper in my mind, way
back in the back, echoing from where it originated in my uterus.  It
bounced around in my body until it seeped quietly into my brain, where it
set up a little campaign, telling me to let myself go, and experience the
full experience of sexual intercourse.  That very day the idea of having a
penis inside me had been shocking and scary.  But as the days passed, it
got less and less scary, and more and more attractive to me.

   To be sure, Uncle Bob had been shaken by our willingness to go beyond
his wildest dreams of taking naughty pictures.  That was evident in that
for almost a week after that day he took no pictures at all.  He threw
himself into fixing things around the cottage, and working in the garden.
He did work up a package of pictures to send to the Nature Conservancy, and
they emailed him back their excitement and gratitude for them.  He put some
money in bank accounts for all us kids from that sale.

   Sally and I became addicted to masturbation, in bed at night.  I imagine
the boys did too, though I never asked them about it.  The strange thing
was that they never approached us to play during that week.  It was as if
the picture taking episodes had given us permission to breach the barriers
that had been in place when I first arrived in Scotland, and that, unless
Uncle Bob and his camera were there, we didn't have permission to explore
and play like we had.  I think it was that - the lack of fulfillment with a
man - and the fact that Daddy and Aunt Prudence couldn't keep their hands
off each other whenever they were together, and often stole off to be alone
together, that caused that little whisper to seep into my mind to the point
that I would no longer have stopped any of the boys from mounting me.  And
yet, none tried.

   It was a very confusing and anxious and emotionally tumultuous week, I
can say that.

   Sally and I talked about it, but only a little.  We talked about what we
had especially liked, and which boy kissed better, or stroked us in the
ways we liked best, but we didn't talk about where things might go from
there.  And it's not like that's all we talked about.  It was only a month
and a half before school started.  Instead of a bus there was a motor
launch that came around to the islands and collected kids to take them to
the mainland to the school there.  There were some fifteen of us, now that
Brad and I were there, and Dad's inability to find either a job that was
appropriate to his experience, or a house on the mainland we could afford
to rent meant that I might be starting school riding in that motor launch.
Not that I cared.  The island had also seeped into my brain as a magical
place, where wonderful things happened, and I was happy.

   The boys took us with them and I learned to fish.  There was some
flirting - boys can't help but flirt - but no hanky panky other than a
short sweet kiss or two.  It was hard work to work the nets and they often
came up empty.  They were still heavy to drag back to the shore, or into
the boat, if that's where we were fishing from.  I suppose that's what
eventually tipped things out of the balance they had gotten into.  That and
the Nature Conservancy's request for more photographs.  One of the
photographs he had sent them had the neatly piled net in it, and they sent
a request for a set of pictures of "those delightful young people" fishing.


   So ...  we went fishing.  And Uncle Bob was there ...  and he had his
camera ...

   ====================================

   I think it would have been all right, except that one of the places
Uncle Bob thought would make a beautiful picture was the place where the
waterfall from the grotto emptied into the sea.  When it came out of the
crack between the rocks, it fell into a swampy area that was deep with mud,
and grew vibrant thickly packed reeds.  As the water trickled through those
reeds to the gravel on the shore, it spread out and more or less seeped
into the sea in many little rivulets across the gravel.  There was a tiny
bay there, and with the boat out in the water, the scene was of all the
reeds, with towering rock behind that.  If we stood in the water at the
edge of the shore to cast the nets, it was, in fact, a beautiful picture.

   But the shelter of the rocks, and the way the tide came in, meant that
no waves crashed on that beach unless there was a storm.  So the mud was
awful!  We sank into it to our knees, losing shoes and getting filthy. 
Uncle Bob got the pictures, but we were such a mess that we couldn't get
back on the boat without cleaning up.  We walked further up the beach, out
of the shelter of the rocks, to where the surf rolled ashore and swept the
gravel clean.  And there, it just seemed normal to strip off our clothes
and wash them out.

   The boys, of course, offered to help wash the mud from our bodies.  A
week of abstinence, so to speak, made them work very hard to get each and
every speck of dirt off of Sally and me.  It wasn't a hurried or
frenzy-filled play that took place.  Rather, as Uncle Bob moved the boat to
follow us, and then stood on the deck with his camera, we gathered into a
knot of young flesh, reaching and rubbing at whatever skin could be seen
next to us, sort of a group hug, if you will.

   Johnny was in front of me, and he was hard as steel as he stood in water
that came right up to, but did not cover his manhood.  Sally's back was to
my right shoulder, and both Seamus and Brad were flanking her, with Brad
almost behind her and me at the same time.

   I stepped toward Johnny for a wet, slippery kiss, and molded my body to
his.  His prick, bobbing in the water, pressed against my belly.  With one
hand I reached down and pushed it between my legs, where it stuck between
them, feeling warm in the cool water.  He looked at me wide-eyed and I
kissed him, rubbing my front against his.

   I felt someone behind me, and turned my head to see it was Brad.  He
pressed up against me and kissed the back of my neck.  His prick poked me
in the butt, and I reached back to grasp it.  It didn't matter that he was
my brother at that point in time.  I liked him and I wanted him to feel
good.  He groaned into my neck and I stroked him.  Next to me Sally was
kissing Seamus, and they were as tightly plastered against each other as
Johnny and I were, though I don't know if his penis was against her sex.

   A wave came, and lifted us all.  I wrapped my legs around Johnny's back
and held on.  His prick nudged my pussy lips and then we were standing on
gravel again.  I kept kissing him, wiggling my hips.  The tip of his prick
had slid back and was tickling my rectum which, to my surprise, felt tingly
good.

   Then there was another wave, and we rose a foot and fell again, and this
time Johnny's penis was right between my fat pussy lips, and when the water
dropped us and his feet hit the gravel, I was impaled on his rampant rod.

   Just like that ...  in an instant ...  I went from horny and empty, to
horny and full.  It stretched me, that's sure, and there was some pain and
discomfort, that's sure too, but it was done.  My virginity was history,
and I was full of hard cock for the first time in my life.

   It shocked Johnny even more than it shocked me.  It shocked him so much
that he bent his knees and removed himself from me.  There was at once the
relief from stretching and pain, but at the same time that emptiness came
back with a vengeance.

   "Oooooo" I complained.

   "I didn't mean it," he said in a pleading voice.  I think it was then
that he realized I was still holding on to him tightly, and wasn't
screaming.

   "Are you all right?" he asked.

   I kissed him for an answer.

   ======================================

   It would be romantic to say that we stayed there, and that Johnny fucked
me good and proper, but that's not what happened.  I'll stick to the facts.
They, as it turned out, are pretty exciting anyway.

   Johnny kissed me back, and the fact that I wasn't actively engaged in
trying to get him back in me must have spoken to him that I wasn't quite
ready yet, because he pulled back.  We turned to find Brad, his arms around
Sally from behind her, and Seamus still kissing her from the front.  Both
boys were moving in the water.  They were humping her front and back.  She
told me that night that as Seamus moved forward, scraping his prick along
her sensitive clitty, Brad moved back, and then they reversed the motions,
with Brad's cock sliding across her rectum, making it tingle like mine had.

   Seamus gave out a groan, and said "Oh yeah, oh yeah ...  OH YEAH!" He
had cum with his prick stroking between his sister's legs.  Brad wasn't so
lucky.  He had to back off and finish himself with his hand, but Sally
turned around and kissed him while he did it.

   I think that bathing session was what broke the camel's back, both for
us kids, and for Uncle Bob.  Up on the boat, he could tell what we were
doing to each other, even if he couldn't see it clearly.  I think it pushed
him over the edge.

   We swam to the boat and threw our wet clothes up on deck, and climbed up
onto the deck naked.  Johnny was still hard as stone, while the other two
had limp and shrunken organs.  I had decided that the stretching wasn't so
bad, and once on deck I simply pulled Johnny down to the deck on top of me.
I wanted to cum.  He started sliding his prick between my lips, hitting the
lower edges with his balls.  I wanted more.  I spread my legs and reached,
pushing him to let my hand get between us.  I grasped him and aimed him. 
He knew what I was doing.  I could tell because he halted his movement,
looking into my eyes.

   "Please," I begged.

   When he slid forward, and that lovely stiff meat thrust up inside me, I
wanted to scream, but I didn't.  My mind knew that if I did he'd stop, and
that was the last thing I wanted him to do.  The intended scream wasn't one
of pain, or unhappiness, it was one of release.  I felt filled.  I felt
complete.  I felt like my whole life had prepared me for this very second,
when a man's penis would stretch me and try to reach as far inside me as
possible.

   He did that.  He slid in as far as he could, and with a long groan he
kept trying to push, so hard that my butt scraped across the deck.  I heard
a babble of voices as the others realized what we were doing, but I shut
those voices out.  All I could feel was his hard chest crushing my
sensitive breasts, and that beautiful hard prick reaching deep inside me.

   He wasn't prepared for this.  I felt the issue of warmth and wetness
that I knew was his semen, way up inside me, and his cry of almost distress
as his balls unburdened themselves.  His instinct was to press hard, and he
wiggled as his prick spat over and over again, and that is what crushed my
clitty so that I was able to cum too.  My wail could not be contained then,
as my back arched, and my heels slammed into the deck, trying to help my
pussy climb even further onto his spurting manhood.

   "DON'T CUM IN HER!" The shout penetrated my lust-fogged brain as Uncle
Bob tried to pull us apart.  But, like two dogs who cannot be separated, we
clung to each other as he emptied his seed into my belly.

   The whole episode, from my butt hitting the deck, to Johnny's virile
seed soaking my womb, took no more than perhaps a minute and a half.

   Johnny collapsed on top of me with a long drawn out sigh of contentment.
You must be a woman to understand how that sounds ...  the sigh of
contentment that means a man has never been happier ...  and that you have
made him that way.

   Uncle Bob's blubbering was what broke us apart.  He was sitting on the
deck, his camera forgotten beside him, his hands in his face, sobbing his
eyes out.

   "What have I DONE?" he moaned.

   I looked up to see Sally, breathing like she'd run a couple of miles,
her chest heaving, her eyes wild, her still wet hair plastered to her head.
Something saucy inside me made me wink at her.  Here I was, the younger of
the two, the meek little cousin from America, who had become a woman before
she had.

   She went to her father, got down on her knees and murmured to him,
stroking his head and shoulders, telling him it was all right, that nothing
bad had happened, that I was happy.

   "Tell him!" she said, her head turned to me.

   I did.  I told him it wasn't his fault (though I suspect it was in the
end), and that I wasn't hurt, and that I felt wonderful.  He looked around
blearily, sniffling.  Sally pulled him up and led him to the cabin and down
the steps, telling him he needed a cup of tea.  It looked so strange to see
Sally, stark naked, and her father, still dressed like a sailor,
disappearing down those dark steps.

   Brad came over to me and knelt.  His prick jutted at me, hard as stone,
but there was concern in his eyes.

   "Are you OK, baby?" he asked.

   Something in me snapped.  What Johnny had done to me felt so right and
so wonderful that I reached up and kissed Brad.  And then I pulled HIM down
on top of me and the next thing I knew I had HIS long hard prick up inside
me and he was rutting and thrusting and again I felt the long warm spurts
of what makes a man a man filling my belly.

   Seamus was standing over us, half astonished and half hopeful when Brad
rolled off of me.  I held up my arms to Seamus too and he came willingly.
He was wild, pummeling me and I had two orgasms with him before he added
his spunk to that of the others.  There was a puddle on the deck when we
finally rolled apart and I sat up.  The three boys sat, staring
unbelievingly at me.  All I could feel was the sense of fulfillment.  I was
a mess, though, and I got up and leapt overboard, diving cleanly into the
water, where I swam for a few minutes before climbing back on board.  The
boys were still sitting there, now looking uncomfortable, not talking,
staring at the puddle of their mixed semen on the deck.  I wanted to laugh,
but I knew that wouldn't be well received.  Instead I went to each one and
gave him a short, warm, soft lipped kiss on the lips.

   I stood up, looking around and felt the pain of muscles too much used in
my belly.  I stretched, but didn't feel like getting dressed in wet
clothes. The sun felt wonderful on my body and I felt more free than I ever
had in my life.  I went to the cabin to see how Uncle Bob was.

   Going from sunlight into the dark of the galley, even with its
portholes, made me stop so I wouldn't trip over anything.  The galley was
empty, though there was tea on the stove.  It started whistling and I
walked over to move the pot.  Hearing noises from the back, where the bunks
were, I moved that way.

   Sally was comforting her father.  His crying had turned to moans ... 
long, heartfelt moans.

   "I miss her too Daddy," came Sally's voice, which sounded tense somehow.
"We all miss her Daddy." She made another sound, a whimper of sorts, and I
pushed through the curtain that gave the bedroom some privacy.  My eyes had
adjusted and there were more portholes in that part of the cabin, so the
sight I saw was clear as could be.

   Uncle Bob was on his back, lying on a bunk.  His pants were undone and
his manly prick was outside of them.  I couldn't see his prick, though,
because it was sheathed in Sally's pussy.  Then I could see it, as she
raised her butt up off of him, her young thighs flexing to take her weight.
His penis glistened with her oils before she sank back down on him.

   "Mommy won't care that we're doing this," cooed Sally.  "She knows you
need this from someone ...  that you've gone without for so long."

   He groaned, a tortured groan, as she rose and fell twice more.

   "Johnny didn't hurt Kelly," she said, leaning down to kiss her father's
lips while she sat and rocked.  "Uhhh" she groaned.  I knew what she was
feeling.  she was feeling the thick prod that was stretching her and
pushing into places that had never been stretched.  "You're not hurting me
Daddy," she said, not sounding completely confident.  "I know you need
this, and I want to do it for you."

   She rose and fell four or five times and Uncle Bob began to move and
jerk and thrash.

   "Nooooo ...  we caaan't," he said, his hips going wild.

   "Yesssss we can," she moaned back.

   "I can't ...  I'm gonna ...  Noooo ...  I'm gonna ...." he babbled until
she shut him up with a kiss.

   I'll never forget seeing her rise up off of him, and this time his prick
was coated with streaks of white.  As she let herself back down, those
streaks collected into a ring of stark white, with the background of her
dark luxurious bush, it almost shone in the dim light.  I knew she was
feeling that unimaginable warm feeling of a man's spend spurting inside
her. She sat hard and wiggled, lifting her head and throwing it back as if
she were looking at the ceiling, which was only inches from her eyes.  She
whimpered and shook and then went rigid, except for her hips, which almost
vibrated forward and back again as she came.

   It got quite in the room, only their labored breathing filling that
silence.

   Until she dropped her head again, and said "Thank you Daddy.  I needed
that too."

   ========================================

   I must have made a noise, because Sally looked over at me.  I guess she
knew, somehow, that I wouldn't scream at her or anything.  Uncle Bob wasn't
quite as calm about me being there.  He covered his face and moaned.

   I went over and touched his shoulder.  His naked daughter was still
sitting on top of him.  I didn't know if he was still hard, or had shrunken
down like the boys did when they squirted, but I didn't care.

   There wasn't anything I could say, really.  And I didn't know what to
say anyway.  So I just pried one of his hands away from his face and kissed
the back of it.  Sally copied my actions with the other hand as he stared
up at us, his eyes full of tears.

   "Will you be all right?" asked Sally.

   He sniffed twice and then jerked his head in a nod.  She leaned over to
kiss him one more time and then got off of him like she was getting off of
a horse, swinging her inside leg up and out.  We left the cabin and stopped
in the galley, just staring at each other.  Then we hugged, breast to
breast for a few seconds.  Then we turned to go back up on deck.

   =======================================

   The boys were huddled together.  They looked ridiculous because they'd
put on their underwear, but that was all thus far.  They stared at us as we
came on deck.  I'd like to think that we looked like Greek goddesses,
stepping out naked into the sunlight, but I kind of doubt it.  Our hair was
still wet and hadn't been combed, so we probably looked a mess.  We were
both walking a little funny, and there was semen dripping down Sally's
thighs that nobody looking at her could possibly miss.  The boys said
nothing.  I think they were just as shocked by what had happened as we
were.

   I spied Uncle Bob's camera, lying on the deck where he had dropped it. I
went over to pick it up and turned to Sally.  I pointed to a device that
stuck up from the deck and was used to wrap ropes around when sailing or
tying up the boat.  It was beside one of the railings, and I had her sit on
it, leaning back, with her arms outstretched on the railing on each side of
her.  I pushed her hair back and then kicked her feet apart until she got
the idea.  Her eyes widened as she realized what I was going to do, and she
got very pink from the tops of her breasts clear up to her forehead, but
she did it.

   I knelt in front of her.  Her dark bush was a stark contrast to the mess
of thick white goo that was filling her open pussy mouth and running down
her thighs.

   I took four or five pictures.

   ===================================

   The boat ride back to the dock was silent, for the most part.  Uncle Bob
finally came out from below and started the motor.  We were all dressed by
then, our bodies having dried in the sun.  We had brought clean clothes to
change into after the fishing shoot.  When we got to the dock, everyone did
what was necessary to dock the boat, also with little fanfare.  The boys
went onto the dock first, jumping, and waited for us girls, to catch us if
we wobbled.  They went on toward the pathway.  Sally and I waited for Uncle
Bob.

   He did things that a boat owner does when he's putting a boat to bed, so
to speak, and then jumped down on the dock between us.

   "I ...." he started.

   "I love you Daddy," said Sally very seriously.  She hugged him and
kissed him.

   "I love you too Uncle Bob," I chimed in, giving him the same treatment.
He felt whiskery and strange against my lips.

   "And everything is really all right?" he asked, his voice unbelieving.

   "I feel great," said Sally.

   At that moment I had a very precise and very strong feeling that
everything really WAS all right, and that it would continue to be all right
...  no, not just all right ...  FABULOUS!

   "Well," I said.  "I don't feel great." I saw the beginnings of sadness
and shock on his face.  "I FEEL POSITIVELY WONDERFUL!" I yelled.

   I started dancing around like a crazy person, whooping and yelling about
how fabulous I felt, and how unbelievably happy I was, and how nothing
could be better, until I got a smile from him, and then a grin and he
relaxed.

   We tugged him up the path, chattering now.

   "You know, Daddy, don't you, that Aunt Prudence and Uncle Rod are
fucking like bunnies," said Sally.

   He stopped dead in the middle of the path.

   "NO!" he gasped.

   "Yes they are!" she said firmly.  "Loan me your camera and I'll prove it
to you!  We kids caught them at it in a hammock the other day.  She wants
him to make a baby in her.  But they don't know we saw them, and they'll
sneak off tonight to do it some more.  How would you like to see a picture
of that!?"

   "I suspect I'm enough of a pervert for loving me own daughter," said Bob
wonderingly.  "I don't imagine I need to add seeing me own sweet sister
getting her ashes hauled."

   "It was hot!" said Sally.  "It made me want to do it too."

   "Me too!" I squealed.  "Ever since then that's all I could think about!"

   "It's all I've been able to think about since I saw that first picture
of my bonny sweet niece," admitted Uncle Bob.

   I kissed him.  "Not now ...  but maybe later." I winked at him and
darted away as he tried to swat my behind.  He chased us, laughing up the
path.

   CHAPTER FOUR

   I think the boys were still nervous about all this.  Of course they knew
I wasn't complaining, and they had seen Uncle Bob's semen running out of
Sally's pussy.  It wasn't rocket science to figure out what had happened
down in the cabin.  But it was all so sudden.  I know you think I'm silly
for saying that, what with all the working up to things before we did the
ultimate act.  But you have to understand that, until the moment I took
those strong young pricks into my pussy and let them spurt their young
strong semen inside me, it had all been more of a game than anything else.
We were being naughty ...  up to that point.  Now that I'm older I
understand how insane that was, to think that kissing and fondling and
rubbing against each other naked or almost naked, not to mention
masturbating the boys, was just some silly game.  I know now that such
things progress apace, as nature intended them, whether you think that will
happen or not.

   Still, the boys were tiptoeing around as if they were afraid an
earthquake would strike at any moment, even though Sally and her father and
I were now relaxed and smiling.  Being boys, I suppose they might have
thought that Sally and I were setting them up for some kind of cruel
punishment.  In those days more weight was put on the man in terms of
controlling such situations.  Nowadays the woman is expected to protect
herself, and demand safe sex, or make a prenuptial agreement before she
lets a man touch her.  Even now, though, I can't imagine that.  It would
destroy the whole mood.  You can't ...  prepare ...  for sex and expect it
to be anything more than going to the grocery store with a list.  "Don't
you dare get anything that's not on the list!  You hear?!  We're on a
budget here!  We have to plan this all out!" If you do that, how in the
world could anyone surrender to the sweet passion that sweeps through you
and just melts your whole being?

   Anyway, that's a modern argument, and we're still talking about what
happened back then.  Sally and I were unbridled back then, brought like
skittish colts to the point where we could be handled and ridden -
literally - and loving every second of it.  Not that it didn't have
consequences.  It did, as you will see.  And we knew about those
consequences.  I won't make any excuses about not knowing what happens when
you let a man, or men, in my case, plunder your pussy, leaving great gouts
of potent sperm in your womb.  Even at sixteen I was well aware of the
consequences.

   I believe that what happened was something that we try to keep from
happening these days.  These days we try to control nature in every single
facet of life.  Society's restrictions and machinations affect almost
everything we do.  If we're going somewhere, we have to do it the way
society says we should.  Even at home, in our own castle, there are codes
that have to be followed, taxes that have to be paid - even on what you
OWN! - and rules you have to follow.  Why, for instance, can't you walk
around naked on your own property?  It's your place in the world, isn't it?
Why?  I think it's simply because the woman next door doesn't want her
husband to see someone who looks nicer than she does.  Or, if she were to
see my cousin Johnny, tall and lean, with his long hard prick, she might
want to sample that prick.  Instead she puts up a barrier that will keep
her from being tempted.  I've even heard of some places where other people
tell you what color you can, and cannot paint your own house!  We move
mountains to make flat roads.  We build dams to enslave nature's water.  We
make hot air cool, and cool air warm in our houses.  No one walks anyplace.
We have chemicals that stop us from sweating.  It goes on and on.

   Oh my ...  there I am off on another rant.  What I meant to say was
that, for Sally and me, and for the boys and Uncle Bob, and even for Daddy
and Aunt Prudence, we let nature take its course back then.  We fought it a
little, but then gave in.  Some people would call us Hedonists, or perverts
- we have lots of names for people who break "our" rules.

   But, in fact, we were simply human, and let our human-ness, creep out
into the sunlight, and sport, and play, and love life.  And despite the
consequences ...  we loved that life.

   But you don't want to listen to the ramblings of an old woman, long
grown up from when I was that sixteen year old filly, kicking up my heels
for the first time in green pastures.  You want to hear about the romps and
play of that filly.

   The change that day wrought made itself evident that very evening. 
Uncle Bob DID lend me his camera, and when Daddy and Aunt Prudence went out
together to "get some tomatoes off the vine before the morning dew could
spot them", I followed secretly.  They did go and pick some tomatoes first,
which she put in a basket.  Then, hand in hand, they stole off into the
woods, to a small clearing.  She dug into the basket again and pulled out a
blanket that she spread on the ground.

   I got perhaps fifteen or twenty pictures.

   First, Aunt Prudence sank to her knees and made love to Daddy's prick
with her mouth.  It was the first time I had seen the whole thing all hard
like that.  I was amazed at it for several reasons.  I was intimately, if
somewhat hastily acquainted with the boys' penises, all of which were
uncut, though I didn't really understand what that meant then.  Believe it
or not, I hadn't even paid any attention to Uncle Bob's penis when Sally
rose off of him.  He turned out to be uncircumcised too, but I didn't know
that until later.

   But my father had had that skin removed as a baby, and his penis looked
completely different than those I had played with, and which had spurted up
inside me.  My father's penis started at a light brown curly bush of hair
and then had a noticeable downward bend to it, right in the middle.  It was
like a banana that had been set to rest on its two ends.  The tip was a
large purple plumb-shaped knob that looked like it must be swollen and
hurting to my inexperienced eyes.  His groans would have suggested he was
in pain too, except that his face didn't match that suggestion.  He stood
with his hands on his hips, bending over backward, and he looked
alternately up at the sky, much like Sally had when she came on her
father's prod, and then down at the curly brown-headed woman who was
licking and sucking his penis.

   I saw her heft his balls, which looked positively huge to me.  The boys
sacks had been smaller and tighter.  Now I know that was because they were
in cool water, and their nut sacks drew up.  But Daddy's were large and
round and hairy.  Knowing how much the boys had spurted, I couldn't imagine
what it must be like for Aunt Prudence to have that those things empty
themselves inside her.  While she sucked and licked him and he groaned, she
pulled at his pants, getting him to step out of them without missing a
lick. He pulled off his own shirt.  Then she stopped, leaving him looking
saggy with that bend in his prick, and stood up to drop her dress.  She
wasn't wearing anything under it.

   I got another surprise.  Aunt Prudence had shaved off all her pussy
hair. Her pussy lips weren't fat and tight like my own.  Hers hung down
like two loose flaps of skin.  They actually wiggled from side to side as
she stepped sideways with one foot.  Then she lay down on the blanket and I
couldn't see them any more because her knee was in the way as she pulled
them up and reached between her legs.  I imagined her fluttering her
fingers over those lips.  My dad sank down on his hands and knees and he
stuck his head between her legs.  I heard smacking and sucking noises and
she rolled her head back and forth.  Her hair was in a loose braid this
evening, so I could see her face.  She was smiling, her eyes closed, as her
hands went to play with the hair on my Daddy's head.

   Then he reared up and kneed himself closer to her.  She reached for his
bent rod and helped him get it where they both wanted it.  He slammed
forward and I winced, but aunt Prudence didn't express any discomfort at
all.  She heaved her loins up at him and they made a wet
smacking-squelching noise as those big balls of his slapped against her
buttocks.

   I wished I could get a picture from behind my father, so that you could
actually see his penis inside her, but I had already crept too close and
didn't want to be caught.  So I took several pictures, trying to get the
look on her face in at least one of them, and stole backwards through the
woods until I could run to get back to the cottage.'

   =======================================

   Uncle Bob's hands were shaking a little as he took the camera from me
and put it in its cradle that was hooked to the computer.  The boys and
Sally were in the living room playing a board game.  We left them there,
not wanting a ruckus.  The pictures downloaded quickly, and began to flash
on the screen in a slide show.  He gasped as he saw his sister's mouth
enclose my father's bent penis, and then again as her lush body was
exposed. He leaned back in his chair as he saw what my father was doing to
her.

   I was standing behind him, and put my hands on his shoulders, caressing
him, as he seemed agitated.  He swiveled on his chair to face me and I
looked down at his lap.  He had become erect.

   I felt bold.  "You want me to do that to you?" I asked.  "I've never
done it before ...  but I will if you want me to."

   He panted, and his eyes darted here and there.  Like my aunt had done, I
got to my knees and unzipped him, reaching in to find the hard thing
inside. It was hard to get it out, and he unbuckled his pants so they came
apart.  Then his prick came out in my hand.  I examined it carefully,
comparing it with my fathers.  I knew that the skin would move with my hand
- it had on all the boys - so I did that and, to my delight, his own big
purple know was exposed.  I leaned over to kiss it and he made a sound in
his throat.  Tentatively, not knowing whether there would be taste or not,
I let my lips flow over the knob and gave a little suck.  There was taste
there, but it was impossible to compare with anything I'd ever tasted
before.  I licked it, like I had seen Aunt Prudence do.  But that wasn't as
much fun as sucking on it, so I went back to that.  He began to wiggle in
his chair.

   "Kelly, honey ...  lassie ...  it will squirt in but a moment," he
groaned.

   I didn't know whether I'd like that or not.  The taste thus far was
slightly bitter.  But I DID know I liked feeling what would come out of
that prick up inside me.  Sally had been sitting on top of him as he lay on
the bed in the cabin of the boat.  I decided that his being in a chair was
almost like that, so I rose up and lifted my skirt.  I had taken a skirt to
the boat with me, thinking that he might want to take some pictures of me,
without panties, bending over or something like that.  So I had nothing on
under the skirt, which I still wore.  I straddled his hips and looked down,
reaching for his prick.  It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be, but
finally I got it started and then sat down on his lap.

   I never did it that way again, probably because I couldn't get him as
far up inside me as I wanted, and because my skirt fell over us and hid
what was happening, and I'd have liked to look down there and see where we
were joined as I wiggled all over his lap.  It wasn't very coordinated.  My
feet didn't quite reach the floor well enough to use them to raise and
lower, so I just wiggled.  It felt really good, but not quite good enough
to get me an orgasm.

   Not so for Uncle Bob, though.  He huffed and puffed and I felt his prick
swell inside me.  Then there was that wonderful warm feeling of his spend
spurting and he crushed me to is chest, kissing my neck.

   He thanked me profusely, but all I did was grin and tell him it was my
pleasure, even though I didn't get to cum.  I had cum more in that single
day than ever before in my whole life, almost, and I wasn't unhappy in the
slightest.  The only down side of it was that I had to reach between my
legs to seal my pussy closed when I got off of him, and run to the bathroom
to deal with the mess as it began seeping out of me.

   I know it sounds like all this happened too easily ...  too quickly. 
But our almost orgiastic abandon earlier in the day had done something to
Sally and me, loosening some fetter that had lain intact for years,
knocking a gaping hole in the dam that had held in the passion we weren't
even aware were bottled up inside us.  Once I had felt the wonder of a
stiff penis in my pussy, I wanted to feel it again ...  and again ...  and
again.  It was a big thing that had happened that day, and it made big
changes in the way I thought about things.

   ===================================

   Uncle Bob and I barely made it into the living room to join them there,
when Daddy and Aunt Prudence came back in with the basket of tomatoes.  We
all knew where they'd been, and what they'd been doing, but of course no
one said anything to them.  Sally had been ignoring the boys, other than
trying to thrash them at Parchisi, and they didn't know about Uncle Bob and
me.  They were still on pins and needles, wondering what would happen next,
I think.

   What happened next was that, at bedtime, Sally and I snuck into the
bathroom together and shaved each other's pussy hair off.

   That was the result of my report to her as we lay in bed, about the
pictures I had taken, and the things I had seen.

   "Shaved clean?" she gasped.  "I thought about doing that, to get rid of
that mop between my legs ...  but I wasn't sure I could do it properly."

   So we decided that I would help her.  And in the process of doing that,
and exposing her luscious pink lips that were thinner than mine, and which
were looser than mine, but not as floppy as Aunt Prudence's, we decided it
looked so good that mine should look that way too.  When I was done with
her, she did me.

   The only problem was that we couldn't run a lot of water in the
bathroom, without drawing attention to ourselves.  The towel we used to
clean the razor, when we were done, looked like some animal had been
cleaned and de-haired.  I wadded it up and we took it back to our room, to
deal with later.

   ===================================

   Daddy had another job interview the next day, and it was farther away
than before, so Uncle Bob took him in the boat.  Aunt Prudence went with
them, to do some shopping on the mainland.

   Sally and I were beside ourselves.  Both of us couldn't wait for him to
see what we'd done.  The boys were still acting goofy, pretending to ignore
us and still, I think, not sure of how to behave around us.  When they
decided to go fishing, we decided to go with them.  We changed into our
bikinis and followed them down the path.  They were going, according to
Seamus, for a different kind of fish, and had snorkeling gear with them,
and long thin spears with barbed tips.  They only had two sets of gear, so
the plan was for three of us to sit on the rocks and sunbathe, while two
went for fish.  The twins decided to check out their favorite hunting area
first, to see if it was even worth the effort.  Then they would teach the
rest of us how to spear fish.

   Brad was quiet for a little while, as were Sally and I.  We just sat and
looked at the sea.  It was peaceful in a noisy kind of way.  Finally he
spoke to me.

   "Are you OK with what happened yesterday?" he asked.

   I looked over at him and just nodded.

   "I thought you'd be freaked out," he said.

   "If you'll recall, I was the one who pulled you down on top of me," I
said.

   "Why?" he asked.  It was obvious he was confused.

   "Are you saying you're sorry for what happened?" I chose to ask him a
question instead of giving him an answer.

   He looked confused now.  "No ...  but ...  I mean I've thought about it
before ...  but ..."

   "You thought about it with me?" I asked, surprised.  He'd always been
very loving, but also very correct.

   "Sure," he said.  "I love you." He paused for a second.  "And you're
sexy."

   "I never knew you thought that," I said.

   "I just don't understand how it happened," he said, looking out at the
ocean.

   "I wanted you," I said simply.  "I saw that you were hard, and it made
me want you."

   "Do you think you'll ever ...  want me again?" he asked.  He sounded
almost scared.

   "Yes." I just said the word.

   He seemed to relax a little.  Sally had been listening, but hadn't said
anything.  Now she grinned at me.  He didn't see it.  She spoke.

   "What about me?" she asked.  "Have I grown warts or something?"

   He jerked, almost like he had forgotten she was even there.

   "Oh no!" he said.  "I just ...  it's just that ...  I don't know what to
do," he said.

   "So I'm the first girl you ever kissed?" Sally grinned.

   "Of course not," he said.  "I've done lots of stuff ..." He broke off
and looked sheepish.  "OK, I've done a few things, mostly kissing and a
couple of times a girl let me touch her places, but not like what we were
doing yesterday.  I got almost crazy when you guys started taking things
off." He threw a rock out into the ocean.  "I mean you two just seemed to
change so much and so fast that it was like you were strangers, except that
you weren't and I got so turned on ..."

   "Thank you," said Sally sweetly.

   "Don't make fun of me," he said hotly.  "My feelings for you have
changed a lot in the last week."

   "I meant it," she said.  "It makes me feel good that you get crazy for
me."

   "But you're my cousin," he moaned.  "And Kelly is my SISTER, for Pete's
sake!"

   "I don't care," I said.

   "Me neither," said Sally.  "I saw what you did to Kelly yesterday, and I
got so hot I had to do it too."

   "With your own dad," moaned Brad.

   "I love him.  You just said you weren't sorry for what you did with your
sister.  Why would you think I should be sorry for what I did with my
father?"

   "I don't understand anything any more," he moaned.

   Sally got up and went over to him.

   "Do you understand this?" she asked.  And she laid one on him,
straddling him like I had straddled Uncle Bob earlier and rubbing her body
all up against him.

   When she let him breathe he was panting.  "You KNOW that makes me want
to ...  to ..."

   "And who's stopping you?" Sally said, unclipping the front of her bikini
bra.

   It was funny to watch them deal with almost instant horniness, and tear
at their suits.  Boy did Brad's eyes pop when he saw her clean shaven! 
Then it was funny to see them look for a place to do the deed.  Except
there wasn't any place on shore that wasn't covered by rocks.  In the end
they went into the water, hugging and kissing and then, standing in waist
deep water, writhing against each other, their hips not quite synchronized,
but obviously having sex.  They ended up with him bent over and her laid
back, like she was floating in the water, her legs spread wide as he pumped
between them.  He leaned down to taste her nipples and she made all kinds
of noises, even some coughing as her head went under a couple of times.

   Brad set up a chant of "Oh Sally ...  Oh Sally ...  Oh Sally and ended
with a kind of scream that had triumph in it, and joy, and even some
disbelief or something.  They stayed locked together like that for a long
time, talking softly to each other and kissing and all that.

   I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and saw Johnny wading back
toward us, a big fish stuck on his spear.  He was looking at Brad and his
sister and almost lost the fish when he tripped because he wasn't watching
where he was going.  It was hard to walk in those flippers too, I imagine.

   He came up to me.  "What are they doing?" he asked.

   "What do you THINK they're doing?" I teased.

   "Boy, I just can't get used to all this," he sighed.  He looked at me.
"I don't know how to talk to you any more."

   "Just talk to me," I said.  "I'm the same girl you talked to before."

   "Lassie, I've never SEEN girl change as much as I've seen you change."

   "Because of you," I accused.

   "Well, OK, but ...  I mean that's not what we meant ...  I mean we were
just flirting at first."

   "You flirt very powerfully," I said.

   "You know you've captured my heart," he said.  "I wish I could marry you
so we could do that as often as we like."

   "You're silly." I reached down and got a handful of water and threw it
at him.  That was pretty silly, him still streaming from coming out of the
sea, but I did it anyway.  "You hardly know me.  Besides, who says we have
to be married to do that?"

   "Everybody," he said glumly.

   "Not me," I said.  "I'm only sixteen.  I have no business getting
married."

   "What about getting pregnant?" he asked.  "Do you have any business
doing that?"

   "That's different," I said.  "If I had a baby I'd have help raising it.
Getting married is something else.  There's no one to help you when it gets
sticky.  It's just you and him, and if you're mad at each other, then you
have to go find a stranger to be your counselor.  Raising a baby is easy
compared to being married in my opinion."

   Brad and Sally called out to us then, walking carefully back toward the
shore.  They'd left their suits on the rocks, and had to be naked.

   "I don't know if I can get used to this at all," said Johnny, looking at
his sister's naked body.  He goggled.  "She SHAVED!" he croaked.

   "I did too," I said.  Then he goggled at me.  "Want to see?" I teased.

   He nodded vigorously but I shook my head.  "Well maybe some day you'll
get to," I teased.  "But we're here to fish.  I want to learn how to do
that." I pointed at his fish, stuck on his spear.

   He actually grinned at me.  "It's much easier to dive if you don't have
the drag of a suit." He leered.

   I grinned back.  "As long as we concentrate on fishing." I shook my
finger at him.

   We had to wait for Seamus to come back, so I would have a mask and
snorkel.  I took off my bikini while we waited, and Johnny took off his
suit.  He was painfully hard, but I left him alone and kept my legs closed.


   Seamus acted like a boy when he came out and saw us girls naked.  He
whooped and yelled.  Then his brother made him give up his equipment to me.
They had to fiddle with the straps on the fins to make them fit me.  I
wanted to laugh at how it required my legs to be spread all the time while
they worked on them.  They stared helplessly, and it must have taken ten
minutes.  A speedboat went by out in the ocean, and made a loop to go by
again, a man and a woman waving at us.  We waved back as if there were
naked people on the beach all the time.

   Spear fishing is hard!  You have to hold your breath for a long time,
and then get into position and it's hard to hit the fish - much harder than
I thought.  But the feel of swimming and diving naked was so glorious I
didn't care that I never caught anything.  Johnny floated with me and
actually behaved himself, trying to teach me how to do it.  Sometimes he
was erect, and sometimes not.  I saw him swimming hard one time, chasing a
target and he looked beautiful that way, but I almost choked because I
wanted to laugh at his penis flowing and waving in the water.  I thought
how funny it would be if some fish thought it was something good to eat and
nipped at him.

   We went back so Brad could try his hand.  The three of them were sitting
on the rocks, all naked, and both boys sporting stiff cocks.  When we came
up to them they were talking about school, of all things.  I cannot begin
to tell you how free it feels to be able to just be naked out in the world,
with other people around.  It's sexy and tingly, but when everybody is
naked it somehow feels normal too.  It's hard to describe.  What I CAN tell
you is that, while I was turned on, I didn't feel the overwhelming urge to
have sex, like I had on the deck of the boat when I let all three of them
have me.  I didn't even have the serious urge to play, though flirting was
something I had to do.  It felt good to feel the hot eyes of the boys on
me, and to know that I had made them hard, or at least shared in giving
them erections.  I don't know how it was for the boys, except to say that
they didn't get pushy.  They made it obvious they wanted to breed, but
didn't get pushy.  Eventually the twins recognized their boat while it was
still far off, when I couldn't even tell it was a sailboat.  We all got
dressed and went down the shore to the dock, three big fish stuck on one of
the spears, which was carried by two people, one at each end because of the
weight.

   We got the news from Daddy that the interview had gone well, but that
housing was still a problem.  The boys behaved as perfect gentlemen, not
ogling us at all.

   Which is probably why, when Johnny whispered in my ear after dinner,
asking if he could come see me in our bedroom that night, I said he could.
I told him he had to bring somebody for Sally, and of course when he showed
up he had both his and my brother with him.  That caused a problem, because
the bed was barely big enough for Sally and I to share.  We could have laid
side by side, with a boy on top of us, but our knees would have knocked,
and one boy would have had to stand on the floor and just watch.

   I took a page out of Aunt Prudence's book and Johnny and I tiptoed out
of the house and to a hammock.  It wasn't as easy as it had looked.  The
hammock kept wanting to twist and roll, but eventually we got balanced and
he was able to slide his lovely prick up into my pussy.  Our play and
nakedness earlier had him worked up, and he shot off in me almost
immediately, but to my delight he stayed hard and kept jabbing at me.  In
the position we were in, it was hard for him to get good contact with my
bump, but when he started sucking my nipples it didn't matter.  I came so
hard that I flopped the wrong way and his hands slid off of me and the
hammock rolled.  He was jerked out of me and I whacked my head on the
ground and it hurt!  In the end, we went back into the house and he took me
on the couch, giving me another nice - and this time complete - orgasm. 
The nicest part was that by then he had built up another load and he
squirted it up in my belly.

   Johnny crept back to the boys' room, and I went back to find Seamus
behind Sally.  She was on all fours, and he had a grip on her hips while he
slid smoothly in and out of her.  Brad was sitting with his back against
the headboard, and his head against the wall, and Sally had her face down
between his legs.  He was trying to be quiet, but wasn't being very
successful at it.  When they saw me the stopped, and rearranged themselves,
to make room for me.  Then Sally and I lay side by side, and didn't care
about bumping knees, as her brother thrust into her lustily and my brother
gave me a third helping of spunk while he kissed me with long, hot kisses.

   Two and a half orgasms will help you sleep like nothing else.  I learned
that that night.

   CHAPTER FIVE

   Whatever it was that was bothering Uncle Bob seemed to get resolved,
because the next day he asked Sally and me if we wanted to take some more
pictures.  This time it was just with him.  When we agreed, he produced two
identical outfits that made us both laugh.

   They were cheerleader outfits, and he had gotten them at the thrift
store on the mainland while my Dad was in his interview.  They were purple
and white, with pleated skirts and a top that had large embroidered letters
on the front that said "WU".  He even had some slightly worn pompons that
went with them.  Neither of us knew what school they had come from, but we
didn't care.  Uncle Bob had, in his own strange way, unlocked a world of
pleasure for both of us and we were appreciative of it.  We took the
outfits into Sally's room and, with needle and thread, made a few changes
to them.  When we were done our cleavage was exposed to the point that the
shoulder straps could be pulled down our arms and the top would fall to our
waists.  We packed them in a knapsack and, having decided that beds were
highly preferable to a blanket on the ground, told Uncle Bob that we wanted
to take a boat ride.  It didn't make a lot of sense for cheerleaders to be
on a boat, but these pictures would be for Uncle Bob and not anything else,
so we didn't think it would matter.

   Once we got out on the water Sally and I went below and changed.  No
panties or bra, of course.  We even came up with a couple of cheers for
Uncle Bob.  When we got back topside we found he was heading for a nice
secluded cove.  We pranced around, teasing him a little, but he ignored us,
watching the water instead, which was good because there were rocks off the
shore.  He had better control than we did I think.

   First we climbed on top of the cabin and jumped up in the air so the
wind would lift our skirts.  That was when Uncle Bob found out we had
shaved.  He was excited about that and said so.  We sat on the edge of the
roof and spread our legs, hiking the skirts up so he could see our naked
cunnies and then showed him our breasts.  I don't think he lasted for more
than ten or fifteen minutes.  We did our cheers for him, and even though
they weren't very good he laughed and clapped his hands.

   Then, knowing that he was excited, we just went down into the cabin. 
When he followed, he found us on one bed, skirt's hiked up to our waists,
fingers busy in our shaven pussies, nipples stiff ...  ready for fun.

   And fun we had.  Let me tell you that.  None of the boys had ever done
anything to our pussies except finger them and fuck them.  Uncle Bob had
something else in mind.

   He did me first, sinking to his knees and crawling between my
wide-spread legs, his mouth going without pause for my pussy.  I barely got
my fingers out of it in time for him to latch on and suck.  I had heard of
this kind of thing, of course, and seen my father do it to Aunt Prudence,
but I wasn't prepared for the feelings it caused when it was done to me.  I
was about to explode when he switched to Sally and reached for my suddenly
lonely pussy with one of his big, thick, long, calloused fingers.  He
reached way up inside me with that finger and twiddled it around, his
fingertip running in circles around the mouth of my cervix.  I didn't know
that then, but now I do.  All I knew then was that it felt just fantastic.
He did that while he licked and sucked his daughter's bare pussy and she
moaned and groaned and pulled his head hard.

   I don't know how long that lasted because all I was paying attention to
was that finger, doing wonderful things to me.  Then it vanished and he
stood and stripped in front of us.  His prick was beautiful to me, all long
and gnarled and bumpy.  I'd felt it in me that one time, when I sat on his
lap, but it felt completely different when he crawled on top of me and
eased it into my cunny.  I just wanted to scream, it felt so good.  Sally
was complaining because she had to get off the bed to make room for us to
lie down.  Uncle Bob told her to just be patient, that she would get her
turn soon.

   He had this way of rooting up into me that was different from the boys.
They were pretty frantic in their rooting, but he was almost methodical,
going in deep and then moving his hips from side to side, or in a circle.
His whole weight was on his hips except for the little he held up with his
arms so he wouldn't crush me.  It did amazing things to my clit and it only
took two or three minutes before I exploded.  I know I made a lot of noise.

   Then, with a surprisingly tender kiss, he left me and mounted Sally in
another bed.  Watching him do that thing he did with her was one of the
sexiest things I ever saw.  He had this look of concentration on his face
as he watched her face, looking for the signs that what he was doing was
taking her where he wanted her to be.  When she flopped and wailed he
speeded up a little bit, those circles going faster until he grunted and
pushed three or four times.

   "Ohhhh baby girl," he moaned.  "Cumming in sweet Sally's pussy."

   I was jealous.  It must have shown, because his big hairy head swiveled
toward me and he said "Don't you worry little Kelly, I'll make some fresh
to give you later."

   For some reason neither of us remembered his frantic "DON'T COME IN
HER!" from before.  Looking back on it, he had obviously rethought that
position by then.

   He lay on Sally for a little while, every once in a while giving a
little push with his loins, while she kissed him and told him she loved
him. Then he finally got off of her, leaving her there, still in her
cheerleader outfit, breasts exposed and skirt up to reveal her bald,
glistening pussy, full of his spunk.

   He stood, looking from one to the other of us.  "I can't help myself,"
he said softly.  "I shouldn't be doing this with you two."

   "I love it Daddy," said Sally.  I agreed with her and said so.

   "Yes, but you're both going to end up pregnant as can be, if you're not
already."

   "Would it be so terrible if I had your little baby?" asked Sally.

   "You're way too young to be having to take care of wee bonny babies -
both of you.  You've got your lives to live and I've ruined them."

   I wiggled out of my cheerleader outfit and, naked, lay back and ran my
hands in circles over my abdomen.

   "I can't imagine a baby being in there," I said.

   "That's the problem," he said.  "You're so young you have no idea what's
happening to you.  I should never have let things go so far."

   "I wish we could just live with you," I said.  If I had a baby and lived
with you then Sally and I could take care of it together."

   He groaned.  "There'll be two babies, I suspect, if we aren't lucky, and
if we don't do something to stop them from being made.  And what about
school?"

   "In America you can study at home," I said, as if that solved every
problem.

   "And what about Aunt Pru?" asked Sally, who was taking her outfit off
too.  "She's trying to get pregnant with Uncle Rod's baby."

   "Aye, and that would make three, now wouldn't it?" pointed out Uncle
Bob. "Having three babies in the house would be a change indeed, don't you
know.  Where would we put them all?"

   I stood up and tried to pooch out my stomach, letting all the muscles
go. Even so I could only let my belly sag out a few inches.  By arching my
back I made it look like I might be a few months along, just beginning to
show.  It didn't look all that bad to me.  I was young.

   "In America I did some babysitting," I said, rubbing my slightly
distended belly some more.  "I liked taking care of babies.  I didn't think
about having my own, but now that I do, I kind of like the idea."

   "Don't be daft, girl," snorted Uncle Bob.  I noticed his penis wasn't so
shrunken as it had been when he pulled it out of Sally.

   "Wouldn't you like to make a baby in me?" I asked, reaching down to rub
at my clit.  "I think you'd make a fine, strong baby."

   Uncle Bob threw his hands up in the air.  "Now see there?" he groaned.
"That's exactly the kind of thing that makes me do things I shouldn't do."

   I pretended to pout.  "But didn't you say you'd make a nice new batch of
baby makers for me?"

   "Aye, lass, I did, and that was when I was in the throes of fertilizing
me own daughter.  That's what I'm trying to tell you.  If it's left to me
both of your bellies will be swelling.  I can't help myself."

   I crawled over to him and took his mostly limp penis in my hand.  It was
sticky with partially dried juices.  For some reason it didn't bother me at
all.  I remembered seeing Aunt Prudence take Daddy's penis in her mouth,
and the sounds he had made when she did.  I looked up at my uncle and
smiled.

   "A man should always keep his promises," I said.  Then I took him in my
mouth.

   It was completely different than I thought it would be.  First off, he
was soft and I could use my cheeks and lips to make it move all around. 
When I sucked as much of it into my mouth as I could he groaned and his
hands came to my hair.  We had put our hair in pony tails for the pictures,
and he grabbed mine like it was a handle.  But he didn't pull me off of
him.

   The taste was strange in a tangy sort of way, and I couldn't tell if I
was tasting his sperm, or Sally's juices ...  or maybe both.  But I didn't
mind it at all.  The noises he made made me feel powerful.

   In the end, he kept his promise, pressing me to the bed.  As he fucked
me I told him the damage, if there was any, was probably already done, and
that I wanted to feel his maleness bathing my pussy.  He lunged into me
then, crying out as he shot me full of his new batch of baby makers.  It
felt just as good as I knew it would.

   =======================================

   To say that Sally and I tried to get pregnant wouldn't be true.  At
least not in the sense that we set out to GET pregnant.  I think rather it
was that the combination of the feelings of having a stiff prick up inside
you, and our emotional feelings for the men who were keeping our pussies
full of hard prick, and quite possibly the thought that it wouldn't happen
to us, that just made us not care about the consequences.  Any girl with a
brain in her head would have known that it was just a matter of time, but I
think we ignored that.

   The fact that it took them three months to actually knock us both up
might have helped us think that way too.  When you've been fucked at least
twice a day for a month and then have a period, it tends to make you think
you're invulnerable to sperm.  When that happens two months in a row
without taking any precautions whatsoever, it strengthens the feeling of
safety.

   But that's not to say that either Sally or I tried anything at all to
KEEP from getting pregnant.  Whenever one of the boys, or Uncle Bob left a
nice heavy load of spunk in our wombs, we didn't jump right up and go sit
on the pot to let it drain out, or douche or anything like that.  Most of
the time we lay there and let it just soak in while we relaxed.  If it
happened in the grotto, which was a once or twice a week thing until it got
cold, we swam and got fucked, and swam and got fucked by somebody else,
until all the boys and/or men had gotten off in at least one of us.  Of
course being in the water is known to make it difficult for those other
little swimmers, but even so, we usually got a pussy full later that night
too.

   And, when we had been going to school for over a month, and I missed my
first period, while I felt a certain amount of dread because now my father
would find out what had been going on, I wasn't all that unhappy at the
thought that I'd have a baby.  A couple of weeks later Sally joined me in
the "missed a date with Herman" category of women and I somehow felt that
everything was all right.  We talked about it in the night, and we both
agreed that this was simply the start of another new segment of our young
lives.

   The blowup - and there WAS a blowup - came when we were both three
months along.  We hadn't told anybody, partly from fear of ...  the blowup
...  and partly because we didn't want anybody getting any ideas about us
visiting an abortion doctor.  The blowup came, oddly enough, as a result of
my father trying to celebrate Thanksgiving.  Of course they don't have that
holiday in Scotland, but it was an excuse to have a party.  Daddy was
employed now, working as a consultant, but we still weren't making enough
to have our own house, and were still living with Uncle Bob.  If you think
about it, no one in the whole house had any reason to want us to move out.

   Anyway, Daddy brought home all the trimmings for a Thanksgiving feast,
along with several bottles of a fruity sweet wine.

   You want to know something funny?  There I was, a very young girl,
pregnant because of basic stupidity, and yet, once I knew I WAS pregnant, I
took it relatively seriously.  I paid a lot of attention to a balanced
diet, and tried to get plenty of exercise and do all the things that were
recommended for early pregnancy on the internet.  I was already feeling
guilty because I hadn't seen a doctor.  Sally was worried about that too,
but there wasn't anything we could do about it.

   Then, at the Thanksgiving feast, all the places were set with a big
wineglass full to the brim with that fruity wine.  We had been given sips
before, on special occasions, and everyone knew we liked wine because we
always begged for more - and were denied it.

   Then, in full instructor mode, Daddy said that, to begin the meal, we
would all say something we were thankful for.  He started and made it a
toast, saying how thankful he was for family.

   Everybody took a sip of wine except Sally and me.

   Neither of us took a drink of the wine, because neither of us wanted to
put alcohol into our bodies with a three month old fetus inside us.

   It was noticed ...  and questioned.

   "I'm not thirsty" didn't cut any mustard.  It didn't give rise to
suspicion or anything.  Everybody just looked at us strangely and both
fathers wanted to know what was wrong with the wine.

   "Nothing's wrong with the wine," I said.  "We just don't want any right
now."

   "But it's a toast!" insisted my father.

   "I'm thankful for the baby growing inside me," said Sally suddenly.

   There was silence to thick it felt smothering.

   "Me too," I said.  There wouldn't be a better time.

   Aunt Prudence did something then that I remember to this day and giggle
about, though I didn't giggle then.

   "You're thankful for the baby growing in Sally?" she asked, shock on her
face.

   "No, for the one growing in me too," I said, my voice tiny.

   Another funny thing was that the blowup was only voiced by two people:
Aunt Prudence and my father.  Everybody else sat quiet, looking around and,
to be honest, looking guilty as could be.

   Well, it wasn't pretty, I can tell you that.  My daddy about had
kittens. There was a lot of yelling and screaming, mostly by those two.  I
mean what could Sally and I say, right?  It's not the kind of thing you can
make excuses about.  About the only thing that turned out reasonably well
was when Daddy assumed my baby was from one of the twins, and Aunt Prudence
assumed Sally's baby was from Brad.  We didn't throw a wrench into the
works by giving them more information.  It was bad enough that I couldn't
say WHICH twin was the daddy.

   I know you're saying we shouldn't have let Uncle Bob off the hook.  But
throwing his name in the ring wouldn't have solved anything, and, until
Daddy and Aunt Prudence got used to the idea that we were both pregnant,
all it would do was make them mad at everybody.  Even so, there was a tense
moment when Aunt Prudence turned to Uncle Bob and said "So what do YOU
think about all this?"

   "I don't know what to think," he said, more or less honestly I think. 
But his helpless pale look must have convinced Aunt Prudence that he was
just heartsick, because she accused Sally of breaking his heart and all
sorts of other things.

   And there was one other thing that I think might have caused things not
to escalate any further than they did.  After all the yelling and screaming
was over, which took a good hour, and everybody was sitting looking at that
beautiful feast that nobody was eating, Aunt Prudence sat back in her chair
and burst into tears.  Of course we all thought it was because of her
disappointment with us, but when she got control of her emotions, she
bawled "I'm pregnant toooooooo"

   It turned out that she had been all ready to state that that was what
she was thankful for, and damn the critics about who had made her that way.
As a mature woman, she could tell people to just mind their own business
and have a baby with not all that much fuss.  She was crying because her
moment of triumph had been kind of trampled on by two teenaged girls.  Of
course we didn't know that just then, when she burst into tears.

   And then Uncle Bob said something that I'm positive was just a lame
attempt to stop her from crying.

   "I knew I should get a new filter for that water pump." The inference
was obvious ...  that it was the water that had gotten all the women in the
house pregnant at the same time.

   Maybe it was because nobody really wanted to mad.  Maybe it was guilt. I
don't know what it was, but that sounded hilarious to just about everybody
in the room.  Aunt Prudence started laughing first, and it turned into
those belly laughs that you can't control, and can't talk through.  And my
dad joined in - you know how hard it is not to laugh when someone else is
doing that - and then Brad started and that got Sally and me going.  The
twins joined in last, I think because they had been sure their lives were
over, and it took a little longer for that fear to abate.  Uncle Bob was
the only one who didn't laugh.  Still he had a big grin on his face,
another of those reactions it's impossible to keep from doing whenever
everybody else is laughing their butts off.

   Anyway, that turned into more crying, but it was hugging and crying this
time.  My Daddy hugged me and I told him I was sorry and it was like he
didn't even hear it.

   "I'm going to be a grandpa?" he asked, his wet eyes wide.

   "Uh huh." I nodded, my own eyes wet.

   And then he hugged me tight, and then he let me go and apologized for
squeezing me, and said how he didn't want to hurt the baby.  His big hands
went to my belly, which really wasn't pooching all that much, but his hands
sure felt good because they were loving hands.  Aunt Prudence was doing the
same thing with Sally, and Uncle Bob was sitting there stunned.

   I won't try to pretend that everything was all right after that.  It
took some weeks for things to get back to normal.  There was a lot of
avoiding people for a while, and a lot of silence around the house.  Aunt
Prudence took charge of Sally and me and we all went to the Doctor on the
mainland.  He pronounced us all fit as fiddles, though I have to say his
eyebrows about went up into his hair at all three of us being in the family
way.  He didn't ask any questions though, for which I was glad.

   I think it was the talk we had on the way back, down in the galley, with
Uncle Bob piloting the boat up top, that began to bring things back into
some semblance of balance and normality.  It started as a lecture from Aunt
Prudence, and at some point Sally had had enough because she blurted out
that we had seen my father porking her long, deep and continuous, and that
everybody knew about it, and that it made us so horny that we had to sample
that ourselves.  She started to point out the incest angle, but then got
quiet as she realized that Brad and Sally weren't any more closely related
than she and Daddy were, and that it was the same for me and the twins. 
Again, we didn't tell her that the paternity of the babies might be
anything other than what she assumed.

   But that led to a much more frank discussion about what we were all
going to do with three babies in the house.  I remembered Uncle Bob saying
the same thing.

   "Can't we just build onto the cottage and all live together?" I asked.

   Well, at first it was "That's absurd," which was tempered to "It would
be too hard," which eventually became "That would solve a lot of problems,
now wouldn't it?"

   Both Daddy and Uncle Bob, for remarkably similar reasons, thought it was
a great idea and a good solution to a lot of problems.  The boys were
recruited and materials were obtained, and the whole place reverberated
with the sounds of hammers and saws and all manner of tools for the next
two months as they tried to get it done before really cold and wet weather
set in.  All they built, really, was a series of bedrooms with a long
hallway.  While I don't think they planned it that way, it turned out that,
for people to fit into everything, Brad and Sally had a bedroom, the twins
and I had a bedroom, and Aunt Prudence and Daddy had a bedroom.  That let
us set up a nursery.

   Of course that's not how things were arranged at first.  At first the
new bedrooms were given to me and Brad and Daddy, with the other one as the
nursery.  But as time went on, and "the fathers" began to feel more secure
in admitting to being "the fathers", it was only natural that the
relationships that had gotten all of us pregnant began to creep back into
our lives.

   What made the biggest difference was an evening meal where the subject
of marriage came up.  Aunt Prudence, of course, broached it.  We were all
showing pretty nicely by then, with volleyball sized lumps poking out into
the world.

   "How are you two ever going to find a husband?" she moaned.

   Brad had been fascinated by our burgeoning bellies, and had taken many
opportunities to feel them, and listen to them.  He had this crazy idea
that both babies were his.  The twins were just as bad, even getting into
fisticuffs over which one had fathered this or that baby.  Nobody but Sally
and I knew about Uncle Bob as a possible father.  While Sally had spilled
the beans about knowing who Aunt Prudence's lover was, nobody talked about
it.  I know she told him, because he came to me one time and said he only
did it because he was so lonely, and that it didn't mean he didn't miss
Momma any more.  I told him I knew that, and that I didn't mind him finding
happiness.  I wanted to suggest that he should allow me my happiness too
... but I didn't.

   Anyway, Brad just popped off and said "I'd marry Sally if I could."

   There was an immediate hubbub as various men tried to claim various
brides.  It turned out they'd all been thinking about things much more
seriously than they were when making those babies.  It finally calmed down,
and the adults decided that, under the circumstances, it wouldn't be
prudent for any of us to marry any of the rest of us just because we had
played with fire and gotten burnt.  By then, of course, we youngsters had
visions of perfect marriages and perfect lives in our heads and wanted to
argue about it.  But we were voted down.

   "When you're of age, if you still want to marry each other then fine,"
said Daddy.  Both Uncle Bob and Aunt Prudence nodded with him in a united
front.  "You can raise the babies together until then," said my father,
having no earthly idea how that would be received.

   How that was received was that, if the various couples were going to
raise the babies together, that meant living together ...  and sleeping
together.

   There was some resistance to that, until Brad pointed out that what was
good for the goose was good for the gander, and that Daddy and Aunt
Prudence should be living ...  and sleeping together too.  Still, they
scratched their heads when both Johnny AND Seamus moved into my room.

   From then on Sally and I got all the stiff prick we had become
accustomed to.  Naturally, it only seemed natural to take some photographs
of happy pregnant women to send to the Nature Conservancy.  We even invited
the boys along for some of them.  And, of course, I have an exceptionally
well documented first pregnancy, with pictures of me naked, my belly poking
out further and further and further as time went by.

   It was Uncle Bob who taught the boys how to take us from behind, to
spare them trying to make lusty fucking movements while trying not to crush
the baby they all claimed.

   In the end Daddy married Aunt Prudence.  It took a while, but eventually
I was able to call her Mom.  She gave me two more brothers and a sister,
who grew up with my two daughters and one son, all of whom bear a strong
family resemblance, but none of whom will ever know for sure who fathered
them.  Sally's son and daughter are the same way.  She cheated.  Her labor
pains were worse than mine, and she secretly bought a diaphragm on a trip
to the mainland and didn't tell me about it.  Now that she's married to
Brad, she may throw the thing away.  I think she wants to have one baby
with only one possible father, but she hasn't said anything about that. 
That's just what I think.

   When I turned eighteen, Johnny claimed me and our children.  Seamus had
met a girl at school who had him wrapped around her little finger.  He
cried when he told me about how he felt about her, but I kissed him and
told him it was all right.  To be honest, having two men always trying to
be number one in your life got tiresome after a while.  Not that there was
too much sex or anything.  Oh no.  I never got tired of that, the
occasional tryst with Uncle Bob included.

   Now that I'm all grown up and married (I don't feel one whit different
than I did) I'm looking forward to enjoying my wonderful family.  We're
torn about the housing situation.  We've outgrown the cottage, and the
addition to it, but none of us want to leave the island.  There is some
talk about building a fine new house several hundred yards away, something
that will house Sally and Brad, and me and Johnny, and still leave enough
room for seven or eight more children.

   There was some talk about finances.  Uncle Bob took me aside the other
day, though.  Remember all those pictures of us as almost virgins?  And
then as becoming ex-virgins?  And then being fucked in every way shape and
manner possible?  And then both of us as our bellies swelled until we
looked like we'd burst?  Well, we don't look like that any more.  Even at
eighteen, having had three children changed my appearance significantly. 
I'm not fat or anything, but my breasts are huge now, and my hair is
different, and my face is much more mature.

   So if anybody saw those pictures, they'd never know it was me or Sally
or any of the boys.

   He's been offered enough for those pictures by an internet porn place to
pay for a new house.  He said he hadn't given any out yet, but that he felt
like he had to find out what they were worth.

   He said it was the least he could do ...  just before he spurted deep in
my pussy.
   


  
For love of nature - kelly's story