Summerisle By Gypsie Sweetnickers
Chapter 10 Fteen public nudity, Incest Brother Sister

Tara opened her eyes. She felt slightly groggy but it was a good, contented feeling. Tara 
realized that she was laying entwined with Iolanthe. The girls lay naked on their sides 
with their arms and legs tangled together. Tara could feel Iolanthe's shaven cunt 
unconsciously rubbing against her hairy one. The feeling of Iolanthe's pussy lips against 
her own caused Tar's nipples to stiffen and soon her pubes glistened with both her and 
Iolanthe's juices

Tara placed a small kiss on Iolanthe's cheek. Iolanthe didn't stir. Tara kissed her again 
and, surprising herself at the boldness of the act, moved a hand down to play with her 
friend's cunt. The girl made a little "mmmph" noise and nudged the hand away. Still 
asleep, Iolanthe released her hold on Tara and rolled away from her so that she had her 
back to Miss Sweetman.

Tara lay still for a few minutes, she felt slightly hurt but she felt more frustrated than 
anything else. As she lay there she thought about the previous afternoon. How Iolanthe's 
father had told her of the Roman foundations of the house. Tara sat up and slid out of the 
bed.

She located her glasses after a little search, her vision was blurry without them, and then 
looked around for her clothes. To Tara's dismay, her clothes were nowhere to be found. 
If she was going to explore, she couldn't do it naked could she?

Tara opened Iolanthe's closet. This was a small room within Iolanthe's bedroom. Tara 
sighed, not that she's really believed her clothes would be there. For a moment she 
contemplated borrowing some of her friends clothes but then a mischievous grin crossed 
her face. The house was quiet, if she was quick she could go exploring naked, nobody 
would see her.

Tara slowly opened the bedroom door and peered cautiously around. As the coast was 
clear, Tara crept out. With little nervous steps the 15 year-old made her way down the 
corridor. It was strange, if somebody had told Tara a week ago that she be walking 
around a huge manor house in the early morning completely naked she would have, well 
she'd have been too ashamed to laugh but she would have called the person crazy.

However that had been before last night. "God the sun feels good," Tara thought, not 
caring about the fact the sun was shining in through many large windows on either side of 
the corridor. She now strolled with an easy gait. Tara didn't even think that anyone 
passing by could see her large perky nippled boobs or patch of tightly curled pubic hair.

Far away from the corridor, Tara could hear the sounds of the house waking up. This 
caused her to become less carefree and more conscious of her nudity. As she passed by a 
door, it began to open. Tara's hands flew to hide her tits and pussy. She stood like a 
statue as the door swung open. Footsteps sounded and headed in the direction Tara had 
just come from. Tara dared to look behind her. A black girl in a maid's uniform was 
carrying linens back towards the wing Tara had left. She didn't appear to have noticed the 
naked 15 year-old at all.

Tara breathed a sigh of relief. She continued on her way again, but she was more cautious 
. Presently she came to an ancient looking doorway. Tara had passed a few like it but 
something she couldn't describe informed Tara that she should open this one. Checking 
that nobody was around, Tara slowly opened the door, it swung smoothly as if it wanted 
to open for her as quickly as possible. Behind the door lay a stone staircase leading 
downward. Tara didn't even hesitate. She headed down the stairs. The stone was cold 
against her bare feet but as she neared the bottom of the steps the air became humid.

There was an archway in front of Tara. She walked through it and gasped in wonder at 
what she saw. Tara had seen pictures of Roman baths in books but she never thought 
she'd see one for real. The room was lit from candles, thousands of them, set in countless 
alcoves in the wall. The light gave the room and almost church-like atmosphere. Around 
the walls were pillars that once must have supported the roof, but now they seemed to 
just be decorative. Between the pillars there were large stone benches.

In the center of the room was a large deep pool. Tara walked over to it. Her naked 
reflection looked back at her, she didn't feel any shame in that.

On the floor of the pool there was a mosaic. It continued the theme of the carving Tara 
had seen the previous day. This time, however, the man with horns had put down his 
pipes and was kneeling behind one of the girls. The girl, who looked not much older than 
Tara herself, was on all fours. Pan, for it was he, held the girl by the hips, his cock large 
and obscenely erect. There was a look of bestial lust on the faces of the Satyr and the 
nymph. Tara shivered looking at the mosaic even though it didn't exactly scare her.

Miss Sweetman sat down at the side of the pool. The stone floor felt cool against her bare 
ass and cunt. Tara swiveled slightly so she could dip her feet in the water. The water was 
wonderfully warm. She placed her hands behind her, closed her eyes and leaned back. 
The air in the room was warm and moist and Tara felt her skin develop a sheen of sweat.

Tara closed her eyes, "Mmm this felt good." She thought she should have been naked 
more often. The room was quiet and the water made pleasant little sounds as Tara 
dabbled her feet in. "I should go for a swim," Tara thought. She opened her eyes, 
removed her glasses and eased herself into the pool.

The water caressed her delectable body. The surface was level with Tara's nipples. Tara 
smiled at the delicious warmth of the water surrounding her. She dew in a breath, held in 
and plunged under the water. A few seconds passed before Tara emerged. She took 
another breath then began to swim across the pool using the breast stroke.



Around the time Tara was becoming acclimated to the pool, Iolanthe's bedroom door 
opened. Iolanthe was still asleep but had again changed positions. She was now lying on 
her back with her knees splayed.

Tam entered the room. He walked over to his little sister's bed and looked down at her. 
Without saying anything to wake her, he quickly removed the deep purple robe that was 
loosely thrown about his bare shoulders. Beneath the robe he was just as naked as 
Iolanthe. His cock was already in a state of semi-erection and becoming stiffer. Tam 
lifted the comforter and slipped into the bed with his younger sister.

			
			



