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Travels with Misha. Pt1

Misha was just 12 when her mother died.

It was a sudden, disconcerting event. They had been in their new home for a matter of days when the snake struck and Catherine Caplin was dead before the doctors flew in.

Maybe I'm getting a bit ahead of myself.

Catherine Johnson, brilliant geology student, had married Professor Marcus Caplin within weeks of receiving her degree.

The fact that he was 25 years her senior had never bothered her, but it seemed to bother others.

The newly weds took off almost immediately with Professor Caplin seeking out work in any number of far flung destinations.

By and large his work was in the southern hemisphere. That is where the concentration of valuables seems to be buried beneath the earths' surface and that is where the wealthy companies both needed and could afford to pay for his expertise.

In the early days the romance of a new home every 9 to 12 months kept Catherine happy and content. Just as that was beginning to wear off she fell pregnant and, at the tender age of 24, gave birth to Misha.

Misha had her mothers' olive skin, her jet black hair and the deep brown of her eyes. She claimed her fathers' nose and the slightly almond shape of his eyes.

The pregnancy was nothing but a problem to Marcus Caplin. He spent more and more time away from the home, substituting maids and gardeners to keep his blossoming wife in company. The birth was an even greater irritation as he had to be dragged away from an important meeting to attend and then to make the proper noises over his daughters cot.

A nanny was procured. Nanny stayed with the family through 5 years and three changes of continent.

Shortly after Misha turned 6 the nanny left and was replaced with a tutor. 

Miss French was to be the most constant part of the young girls upbringing and the best friend that Catherine ever had.

It was Miss French, Elouise to Catherine, that had found Catherine Caplin slumped over a packing case. She had seen but failed to properly identify the tip of the tail of the snake as it departed and it had been Elouise French who had fired up the radio to demand help.

The funeral was a quiet affair. The primary sound was the gentle sobbing of a young girl and the uncomfortable shuffling of her father as he encouraged her to "smile for mummy".

Afterwards, back at the house, Misha was packed away up to her room where she listened, carefully, to the battle of words below.

Miss French, using language that Misha had never heard, told the Professor that he had no right to abandon his child the way he had his wife, that he was a poor excuse for a man and a poorer excuse for a father and then, as Misha allowed the tears to fall once more, Elouise French shouted that she would be leaving in the morning.

Misha slept there, on the floor. Nobody checked on her.

The following morning she awoke to the sound of a car door shutting and the engine whine as it turned away down the dusty path. Misha ran to the window too late to be certain who the passenger in the rear seat was and dreading going downstairs for confirmation.

When the child did, eventually, brave the stairs it was the maid, Magda, who greeted her, offered breakfast and explained that the Professor was at work and the Miss had gone.

Misha ate a lonely meal and spent an even more lonely few hours wishing that Mum and Miss French were still there.

She was somewhat taken aback when her father arrived home before lunchtime.

She watched through the open window as he clambered out of the Jeep, briefcase in hand. She watched him approach the steps to the veranda and then lost sight of him as he took them two at a time.

"Misha" he called the instant the front door shut behind him

Misha went to him. He smiled down at her, took her by the hand and led her back into the lounge.

"I'm sorry" he started

Misha looked up at him surprised at the words. Her father had never apologised before. Not to anybody.

"I've not been a very good father. I plan to change that." He continued.

Over the next hour he told her about her family. A family that had only ever existed in birthday and Christmas cards and very short telephone conversations. 

Professor Caplin explained that he had no family but that her mother had three brothers and each of them had a family of their own. He went on to explain that family is important and that she had to meet her uncles and aunts and all her cousins.
Before Misha had a chance to ask a question he detailed the flights he had booked, the dates that they would arrive and who they would meet first.

Misha was going to England, a land she had never visited despite the passport in her name bearing that country's name and emblem.

"How come?" asked Misha as the seatbelt sign flickered into life, "How come all my cousins are boys?"

"I don't really know" answered her father "But I'm sure that you'll find common ground."

Despite his best efforts Professor Caplin still found it difficult to converse at her level.

Still, in the 6 weeks since the funeral, the Professor had resigned from his current post, settled all of his business affairs and made contact with the families.

The first visit would be the worst. 

Tony Johnson had been Catherine's elder brother. He had hated the professor for running away with his little sister and for years they didn't communicate at any level. Still, when Marcus had telephoned with the news and a request for help, Tony had been big enough to put that aside and invited the due to stay at their farm.

It was Tony Johnson who waited patiently at arrivals hoping that he would recognise Caplin. 

He did, of course. The Professor looked both older and younger at the same time. Tony looked down at the dark haired girl skipping to keep pace with her father and saw his sister so very clearly.

Introductions made the trio walked in a slightly uncomfortable silence to the car park. 

It took only a few minutes for him to load the luggage and his passengers into the Discovery and they were off.

For almost an hour nothing was said. 

"So" said Tony finally "how long you staying?"

"I'm not really sure" replied Marcus "I want Misha to meet all of the family and then, well then we'll just see what happens next."

Tony nodded.

"Stay with us for a few days at least. That'll give you chance to recover from the journey and get used to the weather" he finished indicating the bundle on the back seat.

Misha had curled into a ball and was sound asleep. She had found an old travel blanket and wrapped it tightly around her to keep out the comparative chill of a typical June day in England.

Marcus chuckled at the sight, offered his thanks and lapsed into silence.

Journey over and a slightly drowsy 12 year old stumbled as she followed the men towards the large house. She still clutched the blanket tightly around her shoulders.

Aunt Miriam was the first to notice the arrival and she bellowed to the boys as she ran to the door.

Soon enough Misha was ensconced in a large comfortable chair, still wrapped in hr blanket, trying her best to make small talk with the first of her cousins.

Adam at 14 was tall with a shock of unruly blond hair. His younger brother Luke was about her age, maybe a little older. Not as tall as his brother but with the same unruly hair. Both boys were well build and muscular, probably from helping around the farm, she reasoned.

She had little time to get to know them well. Aunt Miriam was soon calling them all for food. By the time the meal was over Misha was struggling to stay awake and she was bundled upstairs to a warm and cozy bed.

The next morning, Friday, saw Misha awake at about 8.30.

She could hear noises downstairs and reasoned that she might be last up. 

Slipping out of her room she sought out and found the bathroom that had been pointed out the night before. She showered and cleaned her teeth before returning to her room and rummaging through the only suitcase that had been brought up. She found some jeans, a tee shirt and a sweatshirt and tugged these into place before trooping, barefoot, down the stairs.

Misha followed the sound of voices to the kitchen where she found her father and Aunt Miriam.

"Morning sleepy head" quipped her aunt.

Misha smiled back at her.

"Breakfast?" ask Miriam

"Please" replied Misha "I'm starving."

Miriam indicated a seat at the end of the table and Misha clambered into place.

"Where are the boys?" she asked

"It's Friday sweetheart. They're at school. Back just before 4.00" answered her aunt as she busied herself with a frying pan.

"Now" announced Miriam as the young girl tucked into her breakfast "the boys are going camping this weekend. If you want to go that's fine. If you don't that's fine too."

Misha looked at her father.

"They'll be camping in one of the paddocks so you can still come visit during the day" he offered.

"Ok. But I've never been camping before" smiled the girl.

"of course you have" corrected her father "When we visited that site in Nigeria a couple of years ago."

Misha giggled.

"What?" asked her father

"Dad! we had porters to carry the gear, cooks to feed us and armed guards to protect us from rebels, lions or anything else."

"But you did sleep in a tent" argued her father as smirks and giggles did their own Mexican wave around the table.

Uncle Tony came in just before 10.00 for a break and some food. They stopped for more food at 1.00 and then, before she had finished unpacking, the boys made their noisy entrance around 4.00.

"Hey Misha!" shouted Adam when he saw her "understand you're coming camping tonight."

Misha nodded happily.

"You can't be a girl and scared of spiders and stuff though" warned Luke.

The young girl turned to her cousin.

"I am a girl but I'm not frightened of spiders thank you very much." She snapped

"You tell him" encouraged aunt Miriam.

A short while later Adam sidled up to her.

"You cool with the camping thing? I mean, I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to give it a miss."

"Thanks Adam" she grinned up at him "I'm looking forward to being with you guys. It's ages since I had anybody my own age to talk to."

"Cool" came his reply.

The trio trooped out of the back door a little after 7.30. 

Misha carried a small rucksack with a change of clothes, a torch and a book in it. The boys carried snacks and food and the tent. Each of them had a sleeping bag rolled up under on arm

Misha sat on the grass in the evening sun and watched the two boys working as an efficient team to put up the tent. It didn't take long.

The cousins trooped inside where a loose circle was formed. Coke was produced, along with several different kinds of snacks and a pack of cards.

As they played rummy or whist over several hours they asked Misha questions about her life, where she had been, what she had seen. Misha answered all the questions as best she could. For her part she couldn't understand why the boys were so excited about her nomadic lifestyle when she would happily have settled for a nice farmhouse and lots of school friends.

Eventually Adam checked his watch and suggested sleep.

Sleeping bags were rolled out. Adam on the left, Misha in the centre and Luke on the right.

"Come on" said Adam digging his brother in the ribs.

"What?" squeaked a surprised Luke

"Come on, we'll wait outside whilst Misha gets changed."

"Changed?" the younger boy queried.

Adam shook his head and turned to his cousin.

"You planning to wear pyjamas?" he asked

Misha nodded.

"Right then, we'll be outside, call us when you're done." Smiled Adam as he took Luke by the elbow and propelled him through the tent flap.

Misha changed quickly. Discarding her clothes she tugged her pyjama bottoms into place and hurriedly added a top. Her pyjamas consisted of pale blue brushed cotton shorts and a matching short sleeved shirt.

The girl slipped into her sleeping bag and called out to the boys.
"You're not changed!" she exclaimed as the brothers slipped back into the tent.

"Duh!" snapped Luke

Adam punched him in the shoulder.

"We don't usually bother with pyjamas, just sleep in our boxers - is that ok?" 

Misha stopped her mouth from falling open just in time.

"Sure, I'll er, I'll close my eyes."

Adam laughed

"You don't have too, there's nothing to see." He finished as he tugged his tee shirt up and over his head.

Misha noticed Luke speedily discarding his shirt, socks and jeans and then slipping into his sleeping bag alongside her. She turned back to Adam just as he too slipped into his bag.

Once he was content that everybody was settled Adam announced "lights out" and flicked the switch on the camping lamp hanging above his head.

Misha lay in the dark for some time. She listened to the boys breathing and noticed the change as they dropped off to sleep. She listened to the night sounds nearby and she noticed the temperature start to drop.

Sliding down deeper into the sleeping bag she brought her knees up and, finally, drifted off to sleep.

Misha woke with a start. She listened intently but identified no danger sounds. She shivered and quickly realised that she was really cold. She sat up and felt around, hoping to find her sweatshirt or similar.

"You ok?" came a quiet voice alongside her.

"Just a bit cold" she replied as quietly as she could.

She heard the zipper of his bag rasp as he opened it. 

"Come over here" he suggested "There's plenty of room and I'll keep you warm."

"You don't mind?" she asked even as she started to clamber out of her own bag. "I don't want to get you cold"

Adam chuckled quietly.

"It's quite warm for England you know. Come on, get in."

"Thanks" she whispered as she slipped in alongside her cousin and felt the surge of his bodyheat almost instantly. "God you are warm!"

Adam chuckled again, had her lift her head so that he could slip his left arm under it, and then snuggled up behind her.

He folded his left arm at the elbow, crossing it across her shoulder and effectively pinning her in place. Is right hand ran up and down her side for a moment, seeking a neutral resting place, before stopping on her hip.

"You ok like that?" he hissed into her ear.

"uh-huh" came the sleepy reply.

Adam revelled in the warmth of another human being sharing his bed, even if it was only his 12 year old cousin in a sleeping bag. He waited until her breathing steadied and then allowed himself to relax back to sleep.

It was an hour or two later when Misha awoke once more.

The tent was still in complete darkness and her breath turned to steam in the air above her. Still she was toasty and warm. Adams' left arm was wrapped around her holding her tightly to him and she noticed that his right had slipped from its original neutral resting place to envelope her.

As she concentrated she realised that he was, to all intents and purposes, cupping her left breast.

Even as that thought slipped into her mind she felt her nipple harden and a tingle begin in the pit of her stomach.

Miss French had managed to give a small insight into some of the bodily changes and feelings that a young girl might start feeling at about her age. Maybe this was one of them.

Cautiously, Misha pressed her bottom backwards into her cousins crotch.

Miss French had warned about the perils of boys getting over excited and how that might be noticed but Misha could feel no evidence of hardness behind her.

Still, a degree of daring took hold within her mind. Slowly, and taking care not to wake the boy, she moved her hand up to undo the buttons on her pyjama top. There were only four and it took no more than a few seconds. Holding her breath she released the material and felt it slide down to catch between her small swelling and his right hand. She lay there, nipple pulsing hot, waiting for him to notice.

Adam slept.

Misha slept too.

When Misha next awoke it was to the deafening sound of the dawn chorus. There was still no light penetrating the walls of the tent and she could still hear the steady breathing of Luke ahead of her.

This time though, she also noticed that there was no longer any material between Adams' hand and her small breast. Her nipple was not only warm but throbbing gently. Suddenly she knew the reason as her fingers rubbed over the hard nub once more.

She didn't have to do more than press backwards to understand what Miss French had warned her about. A significant hardness pressed against her cotton covered buttocks and as she made contact with it, the fingers danced faster over her nipple.

A small, stifled gasp escaped her lips.

She thought that she heard a half captured laugh from behind her but couldn't be sure.

What she could be sure about was that Adams left hand had moved and was now encircling her right breast, seeking out her nipple and forcing symmetrical hardening.

"Adam" she hissed as loud as she dare

"You undid your shirt" he said accusingly.

"Sorry" she hissed

"Don't be" he hissed back as his fingers toyed with the young girl.

His hands moved like lightening then. One always stayed as sentry at her breasts but the other went to her backside, moulding and caressing her buttocks though her pyjamas. Then, even as she got used to that, the hand shot to the front, cupping her mound through the thin material.

"Open" he hissed

"What?" she squeaked

"Open your legs" he explained.

Misha lifted her right leg as far as the confines of the sleeping bag would allow and the boy fumbled between her parted thighs hurriedly.

She groaned as her first ever orgasm stole the breath from her body and left her eyes filled with coloured lights.

Adam waited for her to come back to him.

"Good huh?" he asked the back of her head.

"I guess" she managed 
"Reach behind you"

She reached back tentatively, finding the bulge in his boxers without effort. She squeezed the hardness once, twice. She felt him tense, felt the material in her hand dampen and as he withdrew his hands from her, she withdrew from him.

Adam reached around and unzipped the bag once more. He held the bag open and, feeling slightly sullied, Misha slipped out and back to her own, cold and empty sleeping bag.

She lay shivering for some time and then as the light rose and she felt confidence returning, she rolled over to look at Adams' sleeping form.

Misha dozed for an hour or so and then, when she felt Luke stir beside her she allowed herself to wake. She carefully did up her pyjama top before rolling over to say good morning to the younger boy.

He greeted her smile with his own and the two of them crept out of bed, dressed as quietly as possible and slipped out of the tent.

Misha hadn't bothered to get out of her pyjamas but simply tugged her jeans and sweatshirt on over the top. She tugged on her trainers and stood alongside Luke to watch the glorious start of a new day.

"Tea? Food?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure" she replied brightly "I need to pee first though" she blushed

Luke grinned. 

"You go first" he suggested as he pointed at the small copse 50 or 60 feet away. "Go on, there's no tigers in Kent." He encouraged

Misha punched his arm, smiled warmly and moved off to the copse.

By the time she returned Luke had a kettle on a small camping stove. A second gas ring supported a reasonable sized frying pan and bacon and eggs were laid out alongside waiting for the pan to heat.

"You ok to watch these whilst I go?" Luke asked her

"Sure, no worries" she replied breezily.

Misha was still crouched next to the pan pushing the bacon about when Adam slipped out of the tent.

He checked that his brother was out of earshot before he spoke.

"You ok?" he asked

Misha nodded

"You sure?"

"I'm sure" the girl replied

"Did you enjoy it?" he pushed

Misha looked up at him, glanced at Luke as he made his way back across the grass, and finally admitted

"uh-huh"

Breakfast over the troop took a small convenience break. They dropped off their dirty plates and pans, made full use of the more comfortable bathroom facilities of the farmhouse, said a quick hello to the adults and went back to being pioneers in the outside world.

The day was spent showing Misha around the farm and the wider area. They exchanged stories about the usual growing up events and compared notes about schooling. The boys were seriously impressed that Misha had never, ever, had to go to school and she was deeply envious that they went to school almost every day.

In the end they all agreed that, if they ruled the world, school would be a combination of the two methods.

Somewhere in the middle of the day they found themselves in a local café and had a decent lunch and then, at around 6.00, they retrieved their clean cooking equipment and newly replenished snack pack and headed off to the tent.

"Have you had time for boyfriends?" asked Adam with a glint in his eye.

Misha looked up at him. 

"I'm sure dad would say I'm a bit young" she answered.

"Your dad" blurted Luke "is ancient!"

There was a moment of stiff tension before Misha giggled and the boys followed suit.

"Anyways" the girl admitted into the echoes of the giggles "I never really had a chance to meet many boys."

Misha noticed the slight grin on Adam's face.

"What about you two. How many girlfriends have you had then?" The words sliced through the air like a cracking whip.

Luke looked at his older brother wondering exactly what was going on.

"I haven't had a proper girlfriend yet" answered Luke "I kissed May Ambrose at crimbo but that's about it"

"Crimbo?" asked Misha

"He means Christmas" Adam interjected. "May Ambrose huh. I didn't know about that."

"You don't know everything about me bro" grinned Luke

Misha looked pointedly at Adam.

The boy blushed slightly.

"Nothing serious. A bit of groping is all" he mumbled.

"Groping! Do tell big brother" stormed Luke

Misha grinned at the slight look of discomfort creeping across her elder cousins' face.

"Look it only happened once" tried Adam

"uh-huh" snapped Luke "Details please"

Adam looked sideways at Misha.

"I kinda felt this girls tits and stuff."

"Who?" demanded Luke

Adam looked at Misha again and the girl suddenly realised that she was the girl being talked about.

Luke realised at about the same time.

"No way! When? Misha did you let him do stuff to you?" Luke almost shouted.

"It was an accident" explained Misha

"An accident? An accident where he felt your tits?" queried Luke

"Misha got cold in the night" explained Adam "I suggested we cuddle up to keep warm and it just kinda happened."

"Shit!" exclaimed Luke

Silence descended.

Eventually Luke piped up again.

"So what was it like? What did it feel like?" he asked nobody in particular.

"It was ok" Misha said quietly

"Bro?" Luke asked

Adam cleared his throat

"It was kinda awesome." He looked at Misha as he said it. 

"For christs sake - tell me!" pleased Luke

Misha nodded gently.

"Well, her tits felt really soft and smooth, except for her nipples. They were hard and really hot."

"Wow! How long did you grope her?"

"I didn't really grope her, just stroked her a bit I `spose" replied Adam thoughtfully

Luke looked at the girl.

"He stroked a bit and ten he groped" she giggled "Suddenly it was like he had three pairs of hands!"

"Misha!" complained Adam

"Well it's true. I have bruises on my bum where you pinched me and my nipples are still sore."

"Wow!" hissed Luke into the growing darkness. "Turn the light on Adam"

Adam turned on the light.

"So you're ok cuz?" Luke asked "I mean you don't wanna sleep in the house tonight?"

"No I'm fine. It was just a bit of messing right?"

"You can't tell anybody" hissed Adam.

"Course not" she snapped sullenly.

"Can I see your tits?" asked Luke out of the blue.

Adam and Misha both turned to the younger boy.

"What? No harm in asking huh" Luke offered.

Misha giggled

"Wait outside whilst I get my pyjamas on." She suggested.

As she changed she could hear the two boys talking quietly. They were talking about anything other than her. Fishing, dogs, formula one, homework. The only subject not covered was their pretty cousin.

"Come in guys" she called gently.

The boys made their way back into the tent.

Quietly the boys slipped out of their clothes and, wearing just their boxers, slipped into their respective sleeping bags.

"Tell you what Misha" offered Luke "If you get cold tonight there's room in my sleeping bag."

Misha giggled as Adam protested that it wasn't a good idea and Luke argued that it was!

"Tell you what guys" Misha hissed into a sudden silence "It's bound to get cold later so, as long as you promise to be good, we might as well all cuddle together."

The boys looked at each other and then back at the girl.

"C'mon" she commanded as she wriggled out of her sleeping bag wearing the same pyjamas as the previous night "unzip all the bags and we'll use one as a mattress and two to cover us."

There was a flurry of activity as zips were undone and the bags were rearranged within the confines of the small tent.

"Lights out Adam" suggested Misha

As the light went out she settled on her side and pulled Luke back towards her. Even as her hands slipped around his bare torso she felt Adam slip his own arm around her waist.

For a while she raced patterns on Luke's chest with her finger tips. When her movement stopped and her breathing became slow and steady the boy knew she was asleep. He also knew his brother wouldn't be.

"G'night Adam, try and sleep huh" suggested Luke

Adam grunted frustrated.

Some time later, luxuriating in the warmth provided by the bodies on either side, Misha slipped onto her back.

Luke felt the hand slip away from his chest and Adam awoke as her hips slipped past his own.

Luke rolled over and leaned up on one elbow. Even in the impenetrable darkness he knew that his brother would be mirroring his position.

"You ok bro?" hissed Luke

"Uh-huh" came the quiet reply.

"Think she'll mind?" asked Luke

"Try it" suggested his brother.

Tentatively Luke slipped his hand up to where he expected her breast to be. As luck would have it he found the gentle swelling almost immediately. Equally quickly came the obvious hardening of her nipple under his touch.

"Like a bullet!" Luke hissed

"Mine too!" replied Adam. "Be gentle, take your time" the older brother suggested

Misha came too in the darkness.

For a moment the strange surroundings and the hands on her breasts threatened to elicit a scream but she swallowed it back.

"You awake Misha?" asked Adam

"Uh-huh" she responded quietly

"Cool" said Luke

"Both?" she gasped

The boys giggled

"Just sharing cuz" offered Luke

The boys carried on. Adam occasionally pinched her nipple slightly and she gasped on each occasion.

"Be gentle but pinch it sometimes" he suggested into the darkness.

Misha groaned at the very suggestion and then again as Luke pinched just a little too hard.

"Turn the light on" hissed Luke.

Adam left her right breast unattended for a moment whilst he fiddled with the switch. A low battery fed light filled the tent. It was still bright enough to make Misha, staring straight up at it, blink as her eyes adjusted.

Adam lifted his supporting elbow and the girl slipped her arm under him, scratching at his back as she did so. At a signal from his brother Luke followed suit and the girl happily allowed her arms to be pinned under the boys' bodies.

"Can I see them?" asked Luke

"I haven't seen them yet" answered his brother

Misha bit her bottom lip as both boys turned their eyes to her.

"Guess that's a yes then" hissed Adam as he deftly unsnapped the first button. The second followed suit and then the third just as Luke managed to undo the fourth and final button.

Adam peeled the covering away, one side and then the other, and the girl was finally exposed to their combined gaze.

"Sweet!" hissed Luke as his fingers found her left nipple once more.

Adam just grinned as he followed suit.

Misha, aware of the increased sensations from direct contact, just lay there and concentrated on the feelings arising from within.

Fingers swirled and fingers pinched and red swollen nipples took on a life of their own as Misha gasped and groaned at the onslaught.

"Whatdya think?" asked Luke

Adam raised an eyebrow

"Can we get her pants down?" explained Luke with exasperation.

Misha whimpered and raised her hips.

Grinning from ear to ear the boys worked as one. Taking hold of their respective sides they tugged the brushed cotton shorts down to her knees and then Adam used a foot to force them down to her ankles.

"Ace!" smiled Luke "Can I touch?" he asked looking at Misha

Misha bit her lip but parted her legs, shaking off her pyjama bottoms as she did so.

Tentatively Luke ran a finger along the length of her slit. The girl shuddered. 

Then, with forefinger and thumb, he gently parted the outer lips of her near hairless cunt and looked at the deepening shades within.

Luke promptly rearranged himself so that his supporting arm was free to toy with her nearest nipple and that left his left hand free to concentrate on his first ever cunt.

Adam noticed the alteration and matched his younger brother. 

Whilst the attention being given to her nipples was not so careful, delicate or determined, Misha shuddered at every touch of a digit against her most private flesh.

Eventually, Luke shouted pout the obvious.

"She is so wet down here!"

"Stick it in her then" suggested his brother.

Misha uttered a small phrase in perfect gibberish and Luke slipped his forefinger into her channel. Her back arched and a guttural sound burst from her as that simple action drove her over the edge of sanity and into the rollercoaster ride of an intense orgasm.

As she settled back down Adam smiled.

"I made her do me last night" he suggested as he freed her arm from under his body.

Luke watched as he fed her hand into the gap at the front of his boxers and the fabric rippled as her fingers took hold of his shaft.

"Christ yes!" snapped Luke as he forced her other hand into his own boxers.

It took no more than a few strokes for Misha to perform the miracle of the double fountain and Luke doubled forward as he filled his boxers.

With care and consideration the boys covered the spent girl up, doused the light and slipped alongside her to sleep for a few more hours.

Misha came too to the sight of the two boys competing with Rock, Paper Scissors. 

Adam came up with Rock to Luke's scissors. Luke grinned first at his brother and then at Misha as Adam donned his jeans and crawled out of the tent to start breakfast.

Luke tugged the top sleeping bag aside, stared unashamedly at his cousins' near naked form and held out his hand to help her sit upright.

Then, without question or ceremony, he slipped her pyjama top from her shoulders to complete her nakedness.

"Luke!" she queried as she covered her breasts with her hands.

"Don't be silly Misha" the boy replied as he firmly moved her hands back to her sides, pushing her back down as he did so.

He toyed with her breasts for the next 20 minutes ad then felt behind him, found that warm valley and checked for moisture.

Misha whimpered as his finger tip parted her lips.

Then the boy clambered off her, knelt up long enough to drop his boxers to his knees, and guided her hand to his erection.

Misha peered at this new revelation even as her fingers wrapped around the shaft and Luke penetrated her with a finger of his own.

Nature took over. She spread her legs and pumped up and down as hisyouthful erection provided all the lubricant needed and he added a second finger to the mix and pumped in and out. Finally, trying something he had read in a covert magazine, he moved his thumb up and, on the second attempt, made contact with her clit on the upswing.

She gurgled, called him a god and gurgled some more. He decorated her bare breasts with a translucent glaze, grinned at her naked form once more, and stood to tug on his jeans.

When Misha joined the boys outside a few minutes later they both grinned at her.

"We have school tomorrow" advised Adam

Misha looked at him quizzically as she took an offered plate of food.

"Can we play some more today?" he grinned.

Misha did a quick mental inventory of the heat and sensitivity of her nipples in particular. 

"We'll see huh" she said as she took a mouthful of bacon.

End Part One.










