Like all of my work this is fiction. Pure and simple. If you don't like the idea of young people testing their boundaries then you should read no further. Likewise, if you are underage or in a part of the world where such written expressions are forbidden then you should go elsewhere.

If you have read much of what I have posted you will know that many tales involve factual characters. Where I didn't witness events I have relied on the words of others and where that has not been possible, or where gaps appear in the tale, I have filled in bits from my imagination.

Andrea was like a big impacting star. I have written a few pieces previously and posted them in places to which I no longer have access. She was such an important part of our lives that I felt the need to re-write them as best I could. The memory is further on and the imagination might have changed so I apologise to anybody who read the original tales and finds discrepancies here. 

Certainly the "In the beginning" parts were not posted before. Andrea herself filled these in for me when we met recently. A meeting which rekindled my interest in writing these accounts.


The Andrea Chronicles - Back in Blighty. Part 2

A couple of weekends later our parents decided to hold a final barbeque of the season. We had been blessed with something of an Indian summer and even now, in the first week of October, the days were warm and bright. The longer range forecast looked good and plans were set in train.

This was a regular event between my parents and another 4 or 5 couples. None needed much persuasion for a socialising event and Jamie being Jamie suggested that Andrea and her parents also be invited. He explained, in his best puppy dog manner, how they were fresh back to the UK and new to the area and mum agreed without further thought.

The food was good and the weather warm. Everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves, including Andrea's parents. Around 2.30 Jamie asked if it would be ok for the three of us to go for a walk and show Andrea a bit of the moorland near where we live.

All other young people had left or were about to and so our formal duties were over.

Andrea's father looked at his watch.

"I don't know Jamie, I'm not sure that we can impose on your parents all afternoon."

"Nonsense" interrupted my father "I hate drinking alone and I have a nice bottle of Calvados waiting to be opened."

"Well" responded Andrea's dad brightly "that's an offer too good to pass up. Lead on kind sir."

The two mothers shared indulgent looks and then imparted the usual tirade of unnecessary and unwanted advice about all the things that might conceivably happen but which, of course, never did. Eventually, promising to take especial care around "mine shafts and big holes" we escaped and soon were wandering the ridge above our home.

Jamie led the way to a favourite place of his. There are many strange rocky outcrops on the moor. Some are relatively famous like the Cheesewring, others just exist with names that the locals provide. Those others tend to be in more out of the way spots, unfound by tourists and walkers and it was one of these rocky formations that Jamie had claimed as his own.

It consisted of several small boulders topped by one larger, flatter stone. The climb to the top stone took a few minutes and, once up there, the view was excellent. More importantly as far as Jamie was concerned was that from the top you couldn't really be seen from the ground, unless you peered over the very edge yourself. Moreover, except from the larger tors the slab wasn't overlooked and even fro those vantage points you would need good binoculars to make out any detail.

Andrea followed Jamie up and I trailed behind as I had become used to over the past weeks.

Once on top Jamie stretched out.

"Let's catch a bit of afternoon sun" he suggested as he lay back and closed his eyes.

Andrea dutifully stretched out alongside him, also closing her eyes and I lay on my side, head propped on my hand and surveyed the far and near views.

I have to admit a certain fascination with Andrea. I had found myself watching her, almost staring at her on many occasions. She had caught me many times too. Each time I was granted a flash of that smile and possibly a wink.

All was still for a few minutes.

"What are you wearing Andrea?" Jamie asked without opening his eyes.

"Um, trainers, jeans, tee shirt" she replied

"And" he queried

"white bra, front opening and matching thong" she offered without hesitation.

"Take off your shirt" he commanded

"What here?" she queried
"Was that a question or a refusal" he asked "much the same thing as far as I'm concerned" he added.

Andrea sat up and tugged her tee shirt over her head. Jamie opened one eye and smiled.

"Good girl, might as well lose the bra too. I'd like to see those tits." He went on.

I held my breath waiting and wondering.

Andrea glanced at me and winked as she undid the front clasp and peeled the white cotton bra away before laying back down.

I washed her upper torso with hungry eyes. Her breasts were still forming but they had a wonderful shape and a delightful firmness. Suddenly I realised the all over tan and before I knew it I had announced it.

"No tan lines!"

Jamie rolled over onto his side mirroring my position. Andrea squirmed slightly under our combined gaze.

"Indeed not" confirmed Jamie "Have we sunbathed topless much?"

"A few times when I was on holiday this summer" Andrea admitted.

"Just topless?" he queried

Andrea looked at him with a quizzical look. A quizzical look that Jamie instantly saw through.

"Ok, let me simplify the question. Did you sunbathe naked?" he asked

Andrea bit her lip before nodding imperceptibly.

"What a wicked girl" Jamie chuckled "Was it successful? ........ at avoiding tan lines" he added when it became apparent that this time Andrea really didn't know what he was asking.

"uh-huh" she confirmed

"Show me" he commanded.

Andrea looked at me.

"I doubt that Kris will be embarrassed" announced Jamie "and I want to see you naked"

"We've only know each other a few weeks" complained Andrea
"Yes that's true" admitted Jamie "but during that time you have bee prepared to do without underwear, let me feel for that lack of underwear and now confirmed that you are content to sunbathe naked."

"So" Andrea almost snapped back

"So" said Jamie letting the word hang in the air "you either do as you are told or we go home now and never speak again."

Andrea lay back, apparently thinking but, even as she thought, she rubbed her ankles and toes together to work her way out of her trainers. I swallowed and realised how dry my mouth was.

"Maybe I should go" I offered

"You don't mean that Kris" said Jamie "You want o see her naked don't you?"

I didn't reply. I just didn't move as the young beauty unsnapped her jeans and wriggled them down her hips. Jamie helped drag them off her and then pointedly stared at her thong until she hooked her thumbs under the waistband and shoved that last garment south. Again Jamie helped the girl out by taking her thong and slipping it past her ankles.

"Very nice" whistled Jamie "and no tan lines. What do you think Kris?"

"I think that Andrea is very pretty and far too good for you." I snapped unsure as to exactly what I felt right then.

Jamie laughed at me, gathered up the scattered clothing and slipped over the edge of the ledge.

"C'mon" he called back "time to head home"

"Jamie!" squealed Andrea "my clothes"

"I'll carry them for a bit" he announced and then, realising that nobody was following added "look Andrea, you can either walk with me like that for a bit or you can follow along behind. If you' re not down her I two minutes I'll leave your clothes outside of our front gate."

Andrea, naked as the day she was born, clambered quickly but gingerly down the stones to the path. I followed on behind.

We did see a dog walker a way off to our left but he failed to notice the naked teen, or at least failed to respond. Other then that we made our way back to the main track where Jamie finally let Andrea dress. Then it was off down the hill to home.

It took only 50 paces before Andrea silently slipped her hand into his and, in that very instance, agreed to remove her clothing as and when he asked.

The final bombshell of the day was yet to land though.

"Hi kids" called dad as we meandered through the gate "come here a minute will you."

We dutifully trooped over to where both sets of parents had moved on from alcohol and were now partaking of a civilised tea and sandwiches event.

"Andrea's parents are struggling to arrange anything for half term week." Started dad looking at me "If you don't mind Kris, and of course if Andrea is happy with it, I've suggested she spend a few days here. She can use the spare bed in your room Kris and she'd be here for the Halloween party."

Jamie hid the pure joy that surged through him well. Andrea smiled her thanks and said that she'd like that and me? Well I asked "what Halloween party?"

That year Halloween would fall on the Friday at the end of the half term break. The plan was to invite families over, have some traditional games and a bit of fun and then get ready for a return to school over the weekend.

Andrea moved in on the Monday.

"Hope you don't mind Kris" she asked as she dumped a bag on the spare bed usually covered in my huge collection of teddy bears and other toys.

"I don't mind, but you could have had one of the guest rooms you know." I answered

"The rents were worried about nocturnal visits from Jamie I guess" she replied wistfully.

"And you think that sharing my room will protect you from the pervert?" I asked.

"Hope not" she replied with a grin.

Ice broken I helped her unpack what little she had brought with her and then bolstered that with a few things that I still had which might fit her. Then I showed her around the house properly. We started downstairs with the kitchen, dining room and lounge, all of which branched off the main hallway. Through another small door was the utility room and access to the garage. Upstairs I pointed out which rooms were free, which was my parents and, of course, Jamie's room as well as the bathroom and separate shower room.

"Where is the boy?" she asked me as we went back into my room.

"Next door. He shouldn't be long but there comp crashed this morning and Jamie is lending a hand putting the replacement back together."
Two things immediately sprang from Andrea's thought process and were verbalised immediately.

"Next door - I didn't know he was into computers"

I laughed. Next door was actually our nearest neighbours about 100 yards up the hill. The second question was answered when I opened what Andrea had assumed to be a built in wardrobe and ushered into a small box room containing a couple of computers and a couple of desks as well as the usual boxes of "might be useful one day" stuff that nobody could face throwing out.

"This is my side and that's Jamie's" I explained pointing vaguely to the other side of the room. "We do our homework in here, go online and stuff."

Andrea noticed the door on the far wall.

"Yup" I admitted "That's where the monster lives. Only two unlocked doors away from where you will be sleeping."

Her eyes flashed with excitement and I laughed.

"You really are naughty" I said as I poked her in the ribs.

Jamie did, indeed, return about an hour later. The three of us spread ourselves around the lounge and watched TV until mum announced that food was ready. After that we did a bit more TV before Andrea started yawning and asked if it was alright for her to "go on up". I said I was sleepy too and we both tripped up the stairs together.

I went into the bathroom first whilst Andrea got her stuff together and then we swapped. I was in bed when she came back.

I watched her as she peeled off her various bits of clothing and then took her time finding and clambering into her pyjamas. She slipped into her own bed and we lay chatting quietly for a few minutes before some unspoken command made us say a sleepy goodnight and I turned off the light alongside me.

I woke around 3.30 and la in the silence for a moment. In the countryside in gets very dark and I really couldn't see across the room to where Andrea was sleeping. Cautiously I flicked on my bedside light holding my hand in place to flick it off again if she showed any signs of waking.

The bed was empty. Her pyjamas lay discarded at the foot of the bed and the door into the computer room was slightly ajar. Creeping out of bed and through that first door I pushed my ear to the next door. I heard nothing at first and then a slight giggle before silence fell again.

I went back to my own bed, turned off the light and, after a few moments, drifted back to sleep.

I awoke a little before 8.00 on that Tuesday morning. Rolling onto my side I peered through the half light towards the other bed. There she lay on her side facing away from me sleeping peacefully.

I slipped out of bed, pulled on the robe hanging behind my door and slipped out onto the landing. I wandered down the stairs to the unusually silent kitchen where I found a note to the effect that Mum had gone shopping and would be back around lunchtime. Dad, of course, would be at work.

I drank down a swig of juice from the carton and made my way back upstairs to the shower room.

I had my usual morning shower, a little more relaxedly than I would have during term time and slipping back into my robe made my way back to my room. I opened the door cautiously so as not to wake Andrea. I needn't have bothered.

Andrea was on all fours alongside her bed. She was naked, of course, and my brother sat on the edge of her bed, fully clothed, as he pumped his fingers in and out of her from behind.

Andrea swung her head to meet me as I entered and then let it swing back away from me as Jamie spoke.

"Ah Kris, good morning" he said without missing a beat "sit, watch, she won't take long."

"Jeez Jamie" I snapped "give the girl some dignity will you"

"Andrea" he said softly "do you want Kris to leave or stay and watch?"

"Staaaay" she managed between gasps.

I sat on my own bed and did just that. I watched as my brother finger fucked this cute 13 year old girl. I watched as her orgasm ripped through her and she collapsed face down in the carpet. I watched as Jamie lifted her by her hips and turned her so that her rear faced me. I watched as he slapped her legs so that she parted them and I could see the swollen red folds of her most secret place.

For the next few days the pattern was much the same. Sometimes I woke as she was led out of my room in the dark of the night. Sometimes I didn't. Sometimes I woke in the morning to find the girl on all fours and panting for breath as my brother fingered her, sometimes I had time to shower before returning for the pre breakfast show.

On Friday it changed slightly.

I woke to find Andrea sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Brought you a cup of tea" she whispered in the half light.

"Thanks. What time is it?" I responded

"almost 8.00. Jamie is outside getting the barn ready for the party"

The barn was merely a large outbuilding. Probably used for pigs rather than anything else. These days it was used for general garden storage and, at times like these, a shelter for kids at a party.

"Did I miss the performance" I asked with a grin.

Andrea smiled back. "Not this morning. No time." She whispered "Is that what you think it is, a performance?"

"I don't know what to think" I replied "I mean, do you mind me watching?"

"Doesn't matter if I mind or not. It's what Jamie wants." She said thoughtfully

"Yeah I know that, but what do you want?" I asked

Andrea smiled that smile again and then peeled off her pyjama top. She stood letting me gaze on her body before siding her bottoms down and stepping out of them.

Again she waited for me to traverse her with my eyes.

"We have a few minutes before we'll be missed" she hissed as she lifted the covers and slipped into bed alongside me.

"What are yo....." I started

"Just a cuddle Kris, just a cuddle" she soothed.

Tentatively I allowed my fingers to trace patterns over neutral bits of her body. She responded by slipping a small hand under my pyjama top and caressing a nipple.

"You like?" she asked

"I've never ......." I started

"Shhhhhh" came the response as she tugged my pyjama top up to expose my breasts and began to suckle. Before I knew it she was astride me, her mouth alternating between my engorged nipples as I ruffled her hair with uncertain fingers.

The bellow from my father brought everything to a stop.

"C'mon girls, work to be done." He shouted.

"Can I finish later" Andrea asked me.

I nodded.

"Thank you" she whispered as she clambered out of my bed.





