This is the first of a series of stories as it introduces the four main protagonists, this story is told from the viewpoint of David; the second story will be told from the viewpoint of his sister, July. Sarah tells the third story with the fourth told by her brother, Charles. Our Reunion - David Revised 04/07/01 Our Holiday - July Revised 08/07/02 How It All Began - Sarah To follow Easter Surprise - Charles To follow All these stories feature consensual acts between siblings, and under age adolescents; if such fiction is liable to offend you, or such works are illegal in your area kindly cease and desist reading now. You have been warned. The author gives consent for the reproduction of this work in printed and electronic media including, but not limited to, archives, USENet newsgroups, email lists, websites, eGroups, Yahoo Clubs and CDRoms, provided that this, and the preceding, paragraph are also reproduced, that no charge is made for access and that the ownership of copyright by Azrael (azrael@global-ascension.org.uk) is not omitted. OUR REUNION - teen, solo, mf, voy, inc (c) 2000-2002 Azrael - azrael@global-ascension.org.uk I suppose that this all started with my parents divorce when my twin sister, July, and I were 9. To be more precise, it started with the results of the custody hearing following the divorce. My mother got my sister, and my father got me; and that was the last I saw of July for nearly seven years. Both our parents where completely immersed in their careers and claimed that they could only look after one of us, in fact they couldn't even manage one of us. July and I were sent off to boarding schools, and farmed out to friends of the family during the school holidays. During the shorter breaks we were sent on school trips or stayed at school with the other "misfits". Sure, we got see all sorts of places that we might not have seen, but we had been really close as young children, rarely out of each other's company. Before our parents' divorce July and I went to the same junior school, we played together at home sharing many friends. We usually bathed together, and sometimes slept in each other's room. If there was a storm July would run to me and if I'd got into a fight she would play nurse and patch me up. Being separated from July came as a real blow but we started writing to each other. July started it by sending me a birthday card for my 10th birthday with a short note inside, and over the years we ended up writing one or two letters a month. Going through puberty in a single sex school was pretty difficult, some of the other boys experimented with mutual masturbation, some went further with each other. The school had a matron and we all had tutors, both were supposed to help us if we had problems, either school ones or personal ones. Most of us boys, who would admit it, had fantasies about Matron so we couldn't easily go to her. We weren't completely isolated from women; I should really say girls. Each autumn the school held a dance to which the local private girls' school were invited, and in the spring we would be invited to their dance. Towards the end of the evening the more adventurous of us would try to sneak away with a dance partner without any of the teachers spotting us. Then, for a few minutes, I would be in heaven as I kissed the girl I was with. If I was lucky, I thought, I might get the chance to feel her breasts and bottom through her gown. On one divine occasion I was fondling my willing partner's breasts, when she stopped me and slowly took my left hand, lifted it to her lips and kissed my fingertips. "I don't like cold hands," she said. "Why?" I asked. "Because I like to feel your heat here." She then unzipped the top of her gown and slowly pushed my hand in and onto her bare breast. I hadn't felt anything like it before, soft skin; firm flesh and a hardening nipple greeted my greedy hand. After a moments hesitation I began to kiss her again, first her lips and then her neck and slowly down towards the upper slope of her newly exposed breast. As I kissed lower she groaned and clutched my head to her, and started to grind her pelvis against me as my cock stiffened. For a moment she seemed to fumble with for some thing with her free hand, and then the zip of my trousers was pulled down. I felt her hand slip in and rub up and down the length of my shaft, after a half dozen strokes or so she stopped. I sagged for a moment, but her hand wormed its way into my underwear and I felt some cloth being wrapped around my cock as her hand began to pump up and down. I glanced down to see the corner of a hanky she had used to dab away some food from around her mouth during the buffet. I had discovered the delights of masturbation when I was almost 11, although it took nearly six months before I came. Here I was three years later being masturbated by someone else for the first time; I could see why some of my friends had tried it with each other. As she settled in a rhythm of strokes, a half dozen slow ones followed by a couple of fast ones, I returned to kissing her and upper chest. I got a little more daring and pulled her top open further, just before I was about to head down again her other hand pushed my lips down onto her nipple. As I felt the familiar feelings of my climax start to build I humped up against her hand and she changed the rhythm to steady, but fast, strokes. The hand clutching my head grabbed my hair and dragged my mouth back and forth between her swollen nipples, as she started to pant and groan. She shuddered against me, her grip in my hair loosened and her strokes on my cock faltered, then she gasped out loud panting my name. For a moment she seemed to just hang there and then she made a few quick, hard strokes on my cock and I came into her hankie. We stood there, leaning against a wall, holding each other and gasping for breath a while. Then she kissed me lightly on the lips, said "thank you" and zipped her gown back up, leaving me there with my cock hanging out of my trousers. On my 15th birthday my sister sent me a card as usual, but this time she included a recent photo of her. She had been on holiday with a school friend in the South of France. July was posing on a rock on the beach in a swimming costume, propping herself up on her arms, legs stretched out and chest pushed out. God! She looked the sexiest thing I had ever seen, I got a hard on immediately. Before any one else could see the photo I hid it in my bedside table. For the next three weeks I must have masturbated every night and morning looking at the photo and thinking how sexy my sister looked. I just couldn't believe how much July had changed over the last six years, her lovely red hair had darkened into a beautiful auburn and was shot through with coppery highlights and it fell in a glorious cascade of curls down her back. Her legs seemed to go on forever, her growing hips and narrowing waist gave her a wonderful figure that was accented by her budding breasts. Duh! Of course she had changed! If I wasn't an awkward 9 year old any more why should she be? I knew that I had changed, I was now just over 5'9" and 136 pounds and being in the swimming team for the last three years had filled out my shoulders and lost the puppy fat that others at school had taunted me about in the early years. If she had sent me a photo of how she looked now, surely I had to send her one of me, perhaps she might even get the same kick out of it as I had. That Easter the swimming team took part in an under 18s competition, and I won the freestyle (15-16) class. As the swimming coach had been taking photos of us for the school paper, I asked if I could get a copy of a picture of me on the winners podium getting my medal. I said that I wanted one for my scrapbook and one to send to my Dad to show how well I was doing. OK, so it was a little white lie, but I could show Dad my scrapbook. I wrote to July that night and included the photo of me. I had known that the coach was going to be taking pictures so I had worn the skimpiest pair of Speedos that I could get away with and had tried to show off my burgeoning muscles. In the letter I told July how much I missed her and that her photo made me realise how much I loved her. I also told her that I kept her photo by my bed and thought of her every night, I couldn't really tell her why! The next week I got a letter back from July, with three photos of her from her Easter holiday. She said in her letter that she thought I looked really handsome, and thought that I might like these new photos. Like them? I was delirious! All three off them showed July in a skimpy bikini, and I'm certain that she was deliberately posing for the camera. The original photo was no where near as sexy as these ones. I virtually came on the spot and over the nest few weeks my dreams were full of July in the bikini or in an unzipped ball gown giving me a hand job. The new pictures were stowed away safely, and I decided to put the old photo on display. Partly to show off my beautiful sister and partly to tantalise myself hints of what the new photos showed. A couple of weeks later a friend from the same schoolhouse, Charles, came into my room while I was doing some homework and prep. He sat on my bed and chatted with me while I finished the last bit of Chemistry homework, and idly looked around my room. "Wow!" he said, "I know that beach. Where'd you get that photo, and who's the chick?" "She's my sister," I replied, "she sent it to me after her last holiday. Apparently she was staying at the holiday home of one of her school friends." Charles looked at me for a bit with a slight frown, chewing his bottom lip, thinking for a bit. "That's odd, the beach really looks the view from my parents villa in Nice. I wonder ...? Nah! Couldn't have been!" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, last summer, while we were off on that Cricket tour, my sister took a school friend on holiday with the folks. They stayed at the old place for a couple of weeks on their way to Corfu." He thought for a bit again. "What school does your sister go to?" he asked. "Cheltenham." "You're kidding? Aren't you?" "Nope, she's been there for as long as I've been here. Ever since our parents divorced." "I don't believe it! Sarah's at Cheltenham as well. But it can't have been your sister that Sarah took on holiday 'cos the name's wrong." "Might not be wrong 'cos when they divorced Dad got me and Mum got July, and knowing Mum she's probably calling herself by her maiden name now." "What's that then?" "Bridges." "My God! Sarah told me that the girl was called July Bridges!" I sat there for a bit dumbfounded, my best friend's sister knew my sister! AND they'd been on holiday together. I slumped in my chair and dropped my head into my hands and groaned. "Hey! What's up David?" "Since the divorce I haven't seen July for over 6 years and that photo is the first I've seen of her. Dad and Mum are too busy with their careers, so July and I usually get sent on school trips or get farmed out to relatives." "Tell you what, David. Why don't I write to Sarah and try to get both of you invited to stay with us during the summer holidays this year?" "Would you really do that for me?" "Of course, especially if I can get to meet your foxy sister!" "You swine!" I laughed and lunged for a pillow and hit him in the chest. After a strenuous pillow fight we both collapsed back on my bed. I turned to Charles and said that I owed him. He looked back at me; winked and said that he would hold me to it. The next few weeks were like hell for me as I waited for Charles to let me know about the holiday; at least I had the new photos to console myself with. And I "consoled" myself every night. Eventually Charles bounded into my room on a Saturday morning three week later waving a letter. "Operation: Reunion is on!" he exclaimed as he bounced onto my bed. "Sarah says that the folks are happy to have both you and July over for the holiday. The only snag is that you and I have to share a room, 'cos there aren't enough rooms. Mind you, July and Sarah will have to share as well." "I'm not sure about sharing with you, your snores can be heard halfway up the corridor. And, that's with the doors shut!" "Bah! Can't be as bad as yours. Pig!" "Good point! What about the girls?" "We could always put cotton wool in our ears!" With that we collapsed in laughter at our feeble joke. I couldn't believe it! I was going to be seeing July again. We didn't have any sports fixtures that summer until near the beginning of the next term, so Charles and I could go on holiday with his family immediately we broke up from school. But it turned out that the girls had some sort of event in Paris for the first week of the holidays. Charles got his sister to convince her school to see them onto an internal flight by their teachers in Paris provided that Sarah's Mum collected them at the other end. All I had to do was to convince Dad to let me go on holiday with Charles and his family. That evening I tried to phone home but the number was busy every time I called, finally I phoned Dad's office number and left a message on his answer phone there. The following evening I got a phone call after supper, it was Dad. I tried to apologise about having to leave a personal message for him at work, as I knew he didn't like that. But he said that it was OK, he should apologise for been on the phone all that time at home. It turned out that he had been trying all his relatives to find one to look after me for the first few weeks of the summer. As soon as I could get a word in edge ways I told him about the offer from Charles' family. For some reason I thought that it would be best to not mention July, probably as he would think that Mum was involved and go ballistic. After a little convincing, but no where near as much as I was expecting, Dad agreed and said that he would be able to drop me off at Charles' home or at the airport. Even more out of character, he even offered my loads of spending money and to collect me from the airport on the way back, so that I could get to the pre season friendly Rugby tour towards the end of the holidays. I don't what had happened but he seemed to have got all guilty about fobbing me off onto people during other holidays. The final few weeks of the summer term seemed to drag by, but eventually the holidays arrived. Just before leaving I got a letter from July, she was so excited about getting to see me after so long. She gave me a huge list of things that I absolutely HAD to take with me for France; the list ended with my swimming team Speedos. She insisted that I took them so that she could prove to Sarah that I was as handsome in the flesh as I was in the photo that I'd sent her. What July didn't know was that I had a couple of even skimpier pairs of Speedos, but I couldn't wear them for official swimming team events, so I packed them as well. Dad collected me from school as he had promised and drove me to Heathrow to meet up with Charles and his parents before the flight to Nice. Along the way he chatted with me about school and the swimming team, so I dug out my scrapbook and showed him various clippings from the school paper and the medal photo. "Not bad, kid. You're certainly growing up good looking. I bet you'll be fighting off all those bikini-clad girls on the beach in France!" "Yeah, right! As if!" "Only joking son. Uh, look I don't know how to say this but, umm, have you been told about, you know, girls and stuff like that?" "Yeah, our biology teacher showed us some old film with animals and funny drawings of our, well, you know, umm, bits and stuff like that. And the Chaplain went on and on about self-abuse and not getting "involved" with girls unless we were married." "Oh, all right then. Look I'm sorry I bought it up, I didn't mean to embarrass you. I know that it's your 16th birthday soon so I got you a little something special for your holidays. Just in case you know, I don't want you to think that I'm expecting you to get into trouble. But things can get out of control really quickly, and if you're not prepared then..." When we stopped at the airport Dad got out a small bag and gave it to me. I opened it careful and looked inside. My God! It was a box of condoms! "Er, thanks Dad. I'll try to remember what you said. Emergency use only." "That's all right David, I trust you to behave responsibly, I don't want to hear any stories from Charles' parents. OK?" "Yeah, but knowing my luck I won't be needing these anyway." "Why, you little ..." "Just kidding!" "You'd better be. I think. Have a good holiday and I'll see you in two months back here." "OK, bye Dad. See you then." Charles and his parents were waiting for me at the check in desk; my Dad gave me my ticket and said good bye. In three hours I would be in the South of France and in another week I'd be seeing July again for the first time in nearly seven years. I couldn't wait. The flight was uneventful, although Charles kept make suggestive comments to me about the air stewardesses. But then they were rather attractive, perhaps it was the uniform or perhaps it was their unavailability. We cleared Nice Airport at about a half past two in the afternoon, and at three we arrived at the Villa. Villa? I don't know what I was expecting, but after Charles' comments about having to share I couldn't believe what I saw. It was a low two-storey building with a massive swimming pool, there were only three "bedrooms" but each one was more like a hotel suite. Each "bedroom" had a small lounge as well as the sleeping area. Each sleeping area must have been at least 20 feet square with two double beds and a door of to a bathroom. I wandered into the bathroom and realised that our bathroom had two doors, I tried the other door and walked into another "bedroom" laid out as the mirror image of ours. "That's the girls room," said Charles. "We have to share a bathroom with them, worst luck. But if we're quick we might be able to get some use out of it." Charles and I quickly unpacked and wandered outside to the swimming pool. "Looks like we won't have to go down to the beach for a swim," I said. "Unless we want more than just the sea and sand, eh?" replied Charles with a massive grin. "What DO you mean?" I countered. "Who knows who we might meet down?" answered Charles pointing just beyond the far wall of the villa's grounds. There was a small wrought iron gate and path lead down onto the public beach. In the distance I could see people lying on the white sand and soaking up the sun. "Wow! That looks great!" I said. "Yeah, the view's pretty good as well." Confused I looked back to the beach, and realised to my surprise that at least half the girls on the beach were topless. "I suppose we could always give the beach a go," I suggested. "OK, then let's change and I'll race you there." We ran back into to our room and started to change out of our travelling clothes and into our swimming trunks. Just as I had pulled down my jeans and underwear, there was a knock on the door and Charles' Mum walked in. "Down to the beach then boys?" she asked. "Yeah, Mum. We'll be back later. About 7?" "OK, just don't get sunburnt." She stood there watching Charles pulling on his swimming trunk, and then turned to watch me. "You better hurry up David, or Charles will beat you there." I mumbled something about Charles being the slowest runner at school, and quickly pulled on my trunks over my hardening cock. Charles walked over to his Mum and hugged her saying that he was really glad that she and Dad had agreed to having both July and I with them this holiday. His Mum said that it was a real shame that I hadn't seen July for so long and hugged Charles back. She then turned to me and said that she was really glad that I was here and hugged me as well. I gasped as hands slipped under my trunks and cupped my bottom giving me a quick squeeze. "Run along boys, Charles' father and I have a lot of unpacking to do. Don't hurry back." "OK, Mum. We'll leave you two to it," replied Charles as he picked up a towel and sun block. "Last one to the beach is a big girl's blouse! Oops, sorry Mum!" "That's OK. Now, scoot!" We ran down to the beach and spent the next few hours luxuriating in the sun, and view. I could not believe the amount of bare flesh around us, the last time I had seen anything like this was in some of the magazines that one of the other boys in our House had smuggled in. Charles didn't seem to notice, but then he must have seen it many times before, I was completely amazed. Over following week Charles and I seemed to spend nearly all day either down on the beach or in the swimming pool. Some evenings were spent in the villa with Charles' parents or in some of the beachfront discos with girls we had met on the beach during the day. I quickly lost count of how many girls I danced with and how many I had kissed during slow dances. On three occasions Charles and I walked the girls we were with back home, and once we stopped and spent over an hour making out with the girls on the beach. I was pretty inexperienced and didn't want to push thing too far but I got my second hand job from a girl that night. Of course, Charles was pushier and the girl he was with ended up giving him a blowjob. The combination of the feeling of my girl's hand on my cock and the sight of the other girl bobbing her head up and down in Charles' lap was enough to send me over the edge. My partner than took my hand and pushed it into her shorts until I got the message and I did my best to bring her off. In the darkness I didn't even get a chance to see what I was feeling, but the combination of crisp damp hairs and soft wet folds of skin was got me hard again. As Charles began grunting and pumping his hips into the face of his girl, my girl gasped out loud and grabbed my hand by the wrist. She writhed about under my hand and collapsed back panting. After a few minutes she recovered and looked down at my erection with a glint in her eye. She licked her lips slowly and then glanced up at me with a questioning look, I swallowed and then nodded quickly. The feeling of her soft hand was nothing compared to the barrage of sensations I experienced as she licked around my cock and finally enveloped it in her warm, wet mouth. I was in heaven. As I got closer to coming I gently held the sides of her head as I started to guide her movements up and down my length. Then as I got even closer I looked down into her eyes and groaned that I was going to come soon. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she began to take more or me into to her mouth with each stroke. I stiffened and came. "You done there old chap?" came Charles' voice from over my shoulder. "What?" I mumbled. "Come on we've got to get back pretty damn soon. Sorry girls it was great. See you later? Bye." With that Charles grabbed my elbow and started to drag me off. "Hold on. At least give me the chance to make myself decent." "Don't worry about that. There's no one else around, and besides the folks will be too busy in bed by now to care either way." The following afternoon we were back from the beach early to make sure that we would get over the Airport in time to collect Sarah and July. I grabbed some shorts and a T-shirt to wear, but Charles said not to bother with the shirt. "It's still too hot for a T-shirt, and besides don't you want to show off your tan and muscles to Sarah? Or July?" "OK then, but I'll still wearing the shorts!" "And get arrested otherwise? Duh!" Charles' Dad drove us into Nice and over to the Airport, in a large jeep, just in time for the arrival. Of course we still had to wait another half-hour for Sarah and July to collect their bags. Then just as I was starting to get bored I spotted July, to be more accurate I spotted her wonderful red hair across the Arrivals hall. I just stood there dumbfounded as she and Sarah came over to us; she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She stopped about ten feet away from me, looked at me for a few moments as a massive grin broke out across her face. She dropped her bags on the spot, screamed out "David!" and ran into my arms. So many years to wait, and it was worth it. My sister was in my arms, hugging and kissing me as if she was afraid to loose me, I wasn't any more coherent either. Slowly we came to our senses and realised that Sarah, Charles and their Dad were watching us, with huge grins. Slowly I was able to untangle my self from July, and held her away from me. My gaze raked up and down her body glorying in what I saw, then July's smile grew even bigger as she did a slow turn for me. She was wearing some kind of green halter-top that was tied behind her neck and her back. Her lightly tanned stomach was punctuated by her belly button and her high cut shorts hung low on her hips. As she turned I drank in the view of her near naked back and her buttocks just peeking out from under her shorts. On the way back to the villa Charles sat in the front of the jeep, while I sat in the back sandwiched between July and Sarah. There wasn't much room so I had my arms across the top of the back seat while the girls had one arm around my shoulder and the other resting in their lap. As we drove back July was gently squeezing and rubbing my shoulder, like a massage. Sarah must have felt the motion of my sister's arm beneath hers as she soon began to the same. Other than developing a hard on, the journey back was uneventful and Charles and I carried the girls' bags into their room. "Hey, tell you what," said Charles as we finished unloading the jeep, "Sarah and I have loads to talk about, so I guess that you two must be dying to talk. Why don't we leave you peace for a while." "Not just yet," said Sarah, "we haven't eaten yet." "OK, supper first and then we'll catch up later." After a light supper Charles and Sarah headed to the girls' room so July and I walked into the boys' room. We spent the next four hours talking about our lives since our parents' divorce, what we enjoyed at school, favourite foods, friends, likes and dislikes. We were sitting on my bed and July eventually fell asleep while she was curled up with her head in my lap, I looked at my watched and discovered it was now 1 o'clock in the morning. I gently extricated myself and covered July with a sheet, I carefully made my way to the girls' room and listened at the door to see if they were still awake but couldn't hear anything, so I made my way back to my room and settled down for the night. The next morning I awoke with my usual hard on, still half-asleep I slid my hand under the sheet to have a quick wank when I remembered that July was in the room with me. Carefully I slipped out of the room, trying not to wake her, and walked into our bathroom. I stripped off, leaving my clothes in the middle of the floor, and started the shower. After a quick wash down I soaped up my cock and balls and leisurely pumped my hand up and down my rigid shaft. I leant back under the shower with my eyes closed, thinking back to the new photos of July and the sight of her pirouetting before me at the Airport. As my climax welled up I thought I heard the bathroom door open, startled I opened my eyes and glanced around the bathroom. Both doors were closed, I must have heard something outside. Satisfied that everything was OK I resumed where I had left of a moment earlier and pumped my cock hard and fast until I came. After I had relaxed a little, I quickly soaped myself again and rinsed off, and then got out of the shower grabbing a towel. Having towelled myself down briskly I wrapped the towel around me like a sarong and walked back into the bedroom. July wasn't in the room; she must have got up while I was in the bathroom. I grabbed some clothes, dressed and went looking for her. After a short wander about the house I went back to the room and she was sitting on my bed looking very rumpled as she had slept in her clothes and hadn't freshened up, yet. "Hi, Sleepy head! The bathroom's free if you want a shower to clean up," I said. "Thanks David, that sounds lovely. See you in a bit." July walked over to the bathroom and after a few moments I heard the shower run for a short time. "David? Haven't you learnt to tidy up?" she called from the bathroom. "What?" "Your clothes are just lying here in the middle of the floor." "Oops, sorry. Can I come in?" "OK, just be quick then." I walked back into the bathroom; July was sitting in the edge of the bath toying with the shower curtain. Her top was hanging free over her breasts as she had untied the back ties but the necktie was still there. I was sure that I could just see the outer curves of her breasts. "Sorry about the mess, I'm not really used to having girls around that much." "I know, it's the same with me and boys." I grabbed the pile of clothes from the floor and carried them over the laundry basket by the linen cupboard. As I stuffed my clothes into the laundry basket I looked up and saw that the cupboard door was ajar, I knew the door had been closed when I was having my shower. Then I realised that some of the slats in the door had been opened at about head height, and I could just see into the cupboard through them. There was plenty of room inside the cupboard for someone to stand inside with the door closed. I turned back to July and was a bit surprised to see her blush and duck her head to avoid my gaze. "Umm, see you later then sis." "OK, bro." I walked back into my room and say down on my bed and thought for a bit, looking around the room. As I was thinking I saw that the top drawer of the bedside table was slightly open, carefully I pulled it open and looked inside. My photos of July were spread out a bit and in a different order. What's up? I wondered to myself. July must have peeked at them while I was in the shower. While I was in the shower? Oh my God! I hadn't closed the curtain while I in the bathroom! Had July sneaked into the bathroom while I was wanking? She must have hidden in the cupboard. That could have been the cupboard door closing that I had heard. No wonder she blushed when she saw me examining the cupboard door. Silently I crept over to the bathroom door and tried the handle as quietly as I could. It opened silently so I pushed it open slowly, as I did so the sound of the shower grew a little louder. I peaked around the door and saw the vague form of July through the shower curtain, one hand was running over her breasts and the other seemed to be between her legs. Over the sound of the running water I even thought that I could her moaning. Was she masturbating as well, did girls masturbate? From what I could make out through the curtain it certainly looked like July was now. I crept back out of the bathroom and sat back down on my bed. July must have spied on me in the shower, just as I had done now. Shock and excitement ran through me. What else was going to happen? The bathroom door opened a little and I heard July call out quietly. "David? Could you get me a towel? I forget to take one in with me." "Isn't there a clean one in the cupboard?" "No, I checked earlier." "Earlier?" "Umm, yes. Er, just after I got out of the shower." I got a spare towel from the chest of drawers on my side of the room and walked to the bathroom door and knocked. "Hold on a moment," July said, I'm not decent." "All right." "It's OK now. You can come in." I opened the bathroom door a little and held the towel through the gap, wiggling it a bit. July didn't take the towel, so I opened the door a bit more and peered around the corner. July was standing in the bath with the shower curtain draped around her and with one shoulder and arm exposed, the other arm was holding the curtain against her. I walked into the bathroom and handed the towel to her, July took it with her free hand and looked at me. "Thanks, bro. I love having you around to help me out. It makes me feel special inside. Come here a moment." I stepped up to the bath, and July kissed my on the cheek. "You can go now," she said with big smile. Having been dismissed I went back into my room and sat on my bed for a while. Realisation hit me that July wouldn't have any clothes to change into so I got out a pair of shorts and T-shirt of mine for her to wear, they should do until she could get to her stuff in her room. The bathroom door opened again and July walked out with the towel wrapped around her, she smiled when I held up the clothes I had got out for her and hugged me. My arms went around her and held her close for a moment, I could feel the dampness of the towel seep through my T-shirt. "Eugh! You're all damp. I'll have to change my shirt." I turned round pulling my shirt over my head and took another one from the chest of drawers. Pulling the shirt down over my head, I turned back and heard a soft rustling sound. As my head emerged from the collar I saw July standing there, with her back to me and the towel in a loosed puddle around her feet, as she reached for the clothes on the bed. "Oops," she whispered and quickly squatted down to grab the towel and wrapped it around herself again. Her damp hair hung in thick auburn curls over her face as she was bent down, her back arched over showing off her curves. I could just see the sides of her breasts as she reached for the towel, her waist narrowed gracefully above her bottom, which curved out beautifully. She glanced back at me, and down to my crotch that was swelling as my cock hardened. For what seemed like an eternity we were locked there looking at each other, and then July broke the spell. "Naughty boy! You shouldn't peek at your sister like that." "Umm, sorry. I'll leave." "Don't be silly, I'm just teasing you!" Holding the towel around her carefully, she stood again, and then reached for the shorts. Somehow she managed to juggling holding the towel in place and pulling on the shorts under the towel with only one pair of hands. "OK, turn around for a moment, And NO peeking." I turned back to face the wall, but kept a sly look at the mirror on the wall nearby. July dropped the towel and bent down for the T-shirt, her breast hung free and I could see her nipples. July held the T-shirt in one hand and ran the other over her breasts, tweaking her nipples until they stiffened like my cock in my shorts. Finally she slipped the top over her head. "Right, let's see about getting my stuff sorted out. Come on David." I turned back to the centre of the room and July took my hand and led my out of my room and up the short corridor to her room. She stood and the door and listened for a bit. "It doesn't sound like they're awake yet." "Perhaps we shouldn't disturb them then?" "Nah! I'll be quiet." July opened the door and started to slip into the room when she stopped in the doorway. I heard a sharp intake of breath and she backed out of the room. "You were right they are still asleep, look." I looked in through the door and saw Charles and Sarah asleep, in the same bed. Their clothes, from the evening before, were scattered about on the floor and Charles had his arm across Sarah's naked back. We backed out of the doorway and carefully shut the door as quietly as we could, and sneaked back into "our" room. "Were they really naked in bed together?" asked July. "Well that's what it looked like. Unless Charles still had his pants on under the covers and Sarah's bra was hidden by his arm." "Yeah, right! I believe that! NOT!" July countered. "AND in the same bed? That's really naughty." "What about us having baths together then?" "Oh, be serious David! We were just little kids then, 4 or 5 at the most. Mum would have a fit if she saw us like that now." "Yes, I suppose you're right," I replied. About an hour later their Mum knocked on our door and walked in. "Ah! You two are up already; I had to wake my two. Breakfast is will be ready in about 15 minutes. Do you want coffee or chocolate?" "Chocolate please Mrs. Jackson," said July. "Please call me Helen, Mrs. Jackson sounds so formal. We are on holiday," she replied. "And what about you David?" "Er, coffee please Mrs. - umm - Helen." July and I followed Mrs. Jackson to the main body of the villa to help prepare breakfast. As we walked past the other room I saw that the door was open and Charles was sitting on the bed, naked. Sarah was bending over her cases pulling out clothes and she was also nude. July's grip on my hand tightened as we walked past. "Don't worry about those two, we're pretty free and easy in this villa. Sometimes we forget we have guests," Helen said. "The nudist beaches are some of the best in area and we've been using them since the kids were three." "Nudist beaches?" asked July. "Yes, there's one just up the coast. We could take you two if you'd like." "I'm not sure about that," replied July, "I've not done anything like that before." "No problem, but if you change your minds just let us know." After breakfast Sarah suggested that we went to the beach to sunbathe and swim, July looked at me and slipped her hand into mine under the table. Helen must have seen the worried look that passed between July and I. "Don't tease them Sarah," Helen said, "I've already told them about the other beaches. Take them to the regular beach for now." "Mother! I MEANT the regular beach, silly!" replied Sarah. "I've packed some food for you in any case, so you won't need to be back until the late afternoon. Your father and I are going into town and will back at about 4. Have fun." David and I changed into our swimming trunks in our room; I chose a skimpy pair of Speedos, and we both put shorts on for the walk down to the beach. The girls had also changed, Sarah was wearing a bikini with a wrap around skirt thing, and July was wearing a one-piece costume and a similar skirt. We collected together several towels, sun cream and the food their Mum had prepared, and then walked to the beach. Charles and Sarah held hands, as did July and I. We found a nice spot on the beach; there weren't too many other people around. Apparently it was private beach for the properties along that bit of the coast. Charles, Sarah and July were quite tanned, but I really needed to use the sun cream, so Sarah offered to rub it on my back for me, as I wouldn't be able to reach. As she said this an odd expression seemed to cross July's face for a brief moment, almost as if she was jealous? I slipped off my shorts to lie down, and Sarah whistled. "Wow! July, he looks really handsome in those trunks." I lay on my front and Sarah started to rub the sun cream into my shoulders and upper back. "Hmm, lovely firm muscles. You must swim a lot for the school." "Yeah, freestyle champion." "Cool!" The feeling of her hands on my skin was very soothing, and I slowly started to drift off into a light doze. Sarah then worked on my legs, starting at my feet and working upwards. I jerked awake as I felt her hands slip down between my thighs and under my trunks. Her nails lightly raking across my bottom caused my cock to begin to stiffen. "OK, my turn," said July, "I'll do his chest." As I turned over Sarah surreptitiously cupped my crotch giving it a gentle squeeze, stiffening my cock further. July knelt on my right hand side and gently rubbed the sun cream over my chest, every so often a hand would slip lower until her right hand nudged against the top of my trunks. I opened my eyes at this point and saw that July was watching her hand, I twitched my cock a couple of times and her eyes widened as a smile spread on her lips. "I can't reach properly like this," she whispered, "stay where you are for a moment." Then July stood up and knelt over my stomach with a leg on either side, she wriggled back for a bit to get comfortable and continued rubbing in the sun cream. As she worked her way down my chest she would slip a little further back, until I felt my cock nudge her bottom. July froze for a moment, blushed a little and continued. The next time she move back my cock lay between her thighs, she widened her legs a bit and rubbed herself up and down my erection a couple of times. Then she began to massage my lower chest and grind against me at the same time, her eyes slowly closed. Her breathing became irregular and came in shallow gasps and pants, the memory of the girl at the last school dance and the girls at the beach discos told me what July was feeling. As she moved back and forth along my erection I began to thrust up and down in synch with her movements. "Oh, yes!" July groaned. "Come for me David, come." Hearing my sister begging me to come as she rubbed herself on me was awesome. I reached up and gripped her bottom, kneading them as we thrust against each other, my fingers slipping under her costume. Her bottom was so firm and the skin was so soft. Feeling her bunching her muscles as she thrust against me was the most sensuous thing I had experience yet, and I came in my trunks. July's eyes shot wide open as she felt my cock pulsing beneath, she froze for a moment staring into my eyes and shuddered into her own climax just as I was finishing mine. She collapsed forward onto me, and I slowly pulled my fingers out from under her swimming costume and held her as she mumbled into my shoulder. "Oh my God! David! I love you! But you're my brother. This isn't right. But it feels so good. I want more. I want you." After what felt like ages, but must have been a couple of minutes, July raised her self, kissed me on the lips. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She scrambled to her feet, dragging me with her and ran down to the sea. She ran into the water and waved for me to join her, I dove in and swam up to her, and we trod water facing each other. "Take your trunks off, no one can see you here." I reached down under water and pulled my swimming trunks off and swirled them about in the water. July grabbed them from me, and checked my over. "See, fine now, nice and clean. In fact a great ... TROPHY!" July turned and started to swim as fast as she could back to the beach, I swam after her. She stood in the shallows waving my trunks at me as she backed up towards the beach and our towels. I stopped in the deeper water and knelt on the sandy bottom. "Come on, July. Give them back. I can't come out of the sea like this!" "Why not? No one's watching." "Please, this isn't funny any more." July laughed, and ran back to the towels, she sat down hugging her knees and laughing. After a few moments she looked around and held up my trunks, waving them at me, she sat there with her head cocked to one side and leaning back on her elbows. Obviously she was daring me to get out of the water naked, so I stood up and slowly walked out the water and up the beach towards her. As I crossed the sand July watched, I could see that her gaze was on my exposed cock. I felt myself be begin to stiffen again, and by the time I reached the towels I had a full erection. "I think you better put these on before anybody complains," she said with a grin. "Well, you started it." "I'm sorry. Does it always get big like that?" "What? Oh, umm, sometimes. If I'm with a pretty girl." "So, you must think that I'm pretty?" "Er, yes. Very pretty." "Thanks bro." July sat up, hugged me and kissed me quickly on the cheek. She looked around the beach for a bit. "Have you seen Sarah or Charles?" "No, but you've been distracting me a lot." I looked around as well, but couldn't see them. "Perhaps they've gone back to the villa. Should we check?" I asked. July nodded, so we collected together our stuff bundling clothes into the towels and walked back to the villa. As we walked July reached over with a free hand and held my free hand, and smiled at me. "It's great having you around. I've missed you so much." "Yeah, me too. Thanks for writing and the photos." "You liked the photos then?" "Yeah! I liked the later ones the best. You looked great in that bikini." "I've got it with me, perhaps I'll wear it the next time we go to the beach or go swimming." "Did you like my photo then?" "Oh yes! But those trunks are so sexy. Why didn't you wear them for the photo?" "School rules. I can't wear these ones for swimming events." "That's a pity! But then all my friends at school were SO jealous when they saw the photo anyway! My big strong brother winning a medal. They wanted to know if you were my boyfriend, but when I said that you were my brother they all asked to meet you." "Sheesh, you haven't set me up with Sarah have you?" "Don't you like her then?" "No, it's not that. I wanted to see you so much. We've got seven years to catch up on." "Isn't she pretty then?" "Yes, she is, but not as much as you. Besides she doesn't really seem that interested in me." "Yeah, right! She seemed pretty interested as she rubbed that sun cream into your back earlier." At this point we had arrived back at the villa, I tried the door and it was unlocked, so I opened it. "After you, my lady." "Thank you sir." We looked around but couldn't find them in the main part of the villa. "Perhaps they're changing." I said. "Good idea, I could do with a quick shower to rinse the salt and sand out." "So could I. Mind if I join you?" July looked at me strangely and then giggled, "Just like when we were six?" We walked to the boys' room to dump our stuff and then into the bathroom. In the middle of the floor there was a pile of clothes that looked like Charles' and Sarah's. We tidied them up into the laundry basket and then I started to strip of my trunks. I heard July catching her breath and glanced up, she was staring at my crotch and blushing. I mumbled "sorry" and turned towards the shower. When I had taken off my trunks I walked over to the shower and turned it on after stepping over the side of the bath and stood facing the wall. After a short while I heard, and felt, July get into the shower. I turned to her and saw that she was facing the showerhead with her back to me. "Do you want me to do you back for you?" I asked. "Please." I pour a little shower gel into my hands and began on her shoulders; July leant over forwards a little and swept her wet hair out of the way and over her front. As she leant forward her bottom stuck out a little and brushed against my cock. I continued lathering her back and down towards her bottom, as my hands massaged her bottom July moaned a little and leant further forward and she spread her legs a little. Crouching down to do the backs of her legs, I glanced up and could just see July's slit between the tops of her thighs in the shadows. "OK, turn round so I can do you back now," whispered July. I turned round to face away from the showerhead, and soon felt July's hands on my back rubbing in the lather. As her hands moved across my back and shoulders my cock got harder, the touch of her hands was amazing. Just I thought it couldn't get any better her hands slid down onto my bottom, unfortunately it didn't last long as July quickly moved down to my legs. "Stay there for a moment, I'm going to do my front now," July told me. "OK, you turn around now." I turned as saw July's back again as she washed her front. When she finished she looked over her shoulder towards me. "I'll get out now so that you can do your front." July stepped out of the bath, as she did so she turned slightly towards me and I could see her fight breast under her arm with the nipple just peeking out. When she had got out of the bath she pulled the shower curtain closed behind her. I finished soaping my self and rinsed off, I pulled the shower open a little. "Can I have a towel please?" "Sure, hold on. I'll just get one from the linen cupboard." Linen cupboard? How did July know that it was the linen cupboard or that there were spare towels in there? My God! I was right. She HAD been spying on me in the shower that morning. OK, so if she's spied then I've got nothing more to hide. I pulled the shower curtain open fully and started to step out of the bath, as I looked up I saw July's naked back framed by the open cupboard. She turned back to me and gasped, dropping the towel she had taken from cupboard. Her gaze focused on my growing cock as I took in the glorious sight of my naked sister. Her breasts were full and high on her chest, she clearly didn't need a bra, her nipples were erect and sticking out off circles of crinkled flesh about an inch and a half across. My gaze moved down over her stomach and down to her crotch, her pubic hair was a dark red and was trimmed into a neat vertical patch that ended just above her slit. The lips of her pussy looked slightly puffy, and glistened. "Oh! July! You're beautiful!" July blushed even more, held the towel out towards me and mumbled, "You're not so bad yourself David." I took the towel, turned away, and quickly dried myself off, and then I wrapped the towel around myself sarong-style and sat on the edge of the bath. July had also wrapped her towel around herself was drying her hair with another towel. "Come on, let's find the others," I suggested. "Well, they didn't seem to be in the rest of the house, so I suppose they could be in the other bedroom." I walked over to the other door and listened, there were sounds of movement and moans from the other side. July tried the door and it swung open. She looked at me for a moment and then peeped inside, her grip on the door stiffened for a moment and then she stepped into the room. I followed her in carefully and stopped behind her. Sarah and Charles were on the bed. Together. Naked. Having sex. Charles was lying on his back with Sarah kneeling over him, her hands were on his shoulders as she raised and lowered herself on his cock, and Charles' hands were mauling her breasts. Both had their eyes closed and both were grunting and moaning. Both July and I stood there, shocked, for some time, then we edged back out of the room and closed the door quietly. "Oh! My God!" muttered July. "Even better than watching you in the..." She stopped and put her hand to her mouth and looked at me. "Watching me were?" "Er, in the shower, umm. I'm sorry!" With that July turned and hugged me, crying softly. I slipped a hand under her chin and gently lifted her face, then wiped her tears away with my thumb. "Look, it's not important, nothing to worry about. Come on, let's go into our room and talk about this." I bent down and kissed her lightly on her cheek, and said that I loved her. Taking her hand I led her into our room and sat her on my bed, and sat next to her holding her hands in mine. "I'm sorry I spied on you, it's just that I hadn't seen anything like it before." "Look, it's only natural to be curious." "But not watching your brother in the shower!" "You were watching me in the shower? When we were doing each other's backs?" "No, it was this morning. I woke up and you were gone. I needed to go to the toilet so I went to the bathroom. I could hear the shower running inside, I really don't know why but I tried the door, and as it wasn't locked I looked in. I'm really sorry but I couldn't help but see what you were doing." "What was I doing?" "Well, you were facing the door, leaning back against the wall, wanking. I just had to stay and watch, I don't really know why. You looked so happy, I wanted to help you but that is so wrong. Isn't it?" July look up at me, expectantly, and I couldn't stop myself from kissing her softly on the lips. "It can't be wrong. You were just curious, weren't you? It's not as if we're doing what Charles and Sarah are doing? Is it?" "Aren't you angry that I watched you wanking? Would you be happier if we were even?" "What do you mean even?" I asked. "What if I let you watch me doing myself? We'd be even then, wouldn't we be?" "I don't know. It seems a bit weird." "Please, let me. I'd feel better about all this." "Are you really sure?" July looked me in the eye and nodded, blushing, her hands wormed their way out of mine and pulled at her towel until it loosened. Keeping her eyes on mine July let go of the towel and it fell open; I couldn't help but watch the soft fabric part, exposing her breasts. July sat there for a moment or two and then squirmed round so that she could lie back, she reached up and pulled the towel away from her body. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, my beautiful sister - no, my SEXY sister - was lying there in front of my completely naked, showing me everything. To make myself more comfortable I turned and lay back on the bed facing July and propped myself up on my elbows to watch whatever July was going to do. Hesitantly at first July began to caress her breasts, running her fingers around her nipples and occasionally pulling them between her thumb and forefinger. She leant back and closed her eyes, as her breathing began to become heavier and slightly erratic, regular one second and short gasps the next. July's right hand slowly moved down her body, stopping to rub across her stomach above her pubic hair. Slowly she splayed her fingers into a "V" shaped on either side of the vertical stripe I had seen earlier that afternoon. As July's right hand slid lower down her body, her left crept up to her mouth and her tongue darted out over her fingertips wetting them. With her right hand caressing her pubic area, her wet fingers returned to her right nipple, twirling and tweaking until it hardened to a peak. July returned her fingers to her mouth before starting to work on her left nipple and then her right hand trailed back up her body, between her breasts and up to her mouth. After swirling her tongue over her right index finger, July returned it between her thighs and began to gently rub up and down along her slit. As she caressed her sex her legs spread further apart at the knees, July drew up her feet widening her knees until they gaped apart obscenely pulling her slit apart allowing her finger to slip inside. Each time her finger slid in between her labia July's breathing became more laboured, she was moaning and starting to lift her hips in time with her strokes. The sight before me was amazing; I could barely believe my eyes, neither could my cock, it was straining against my towel. I had to reach down to make myself more comfortable, as I did so July opened her eyes and looked straight at my hand under the material. "Oh, yes! Take it out David. Play with yourself for me. Please!" I lifted my hips a little and pulled the towel free allowing my cock to spring free; July stared for awhile and then returned to pleasuring herself. This time she kept her eyes opened watching as I run my hand up and down my shaft in time with her movements between her legs. A flush appeared on July's upper chest that deepened and spread down between her breasts. "Oh, God! Yes! Yes! I'm coming David! I'm coming for you!" July collapsed back on the bed panting and gasping, I sat up, crawled over to her, and took her in my arms. Slowly she came back to her senses and looked up at me smiling languidly. "Oh, David! That was the best one yet. Thanks for being with me." July snuggled down into my arms and laid her head against my chest, running her hand over my stomach, each stroke went lower until her hand was grazing my pubic hair. "Cool, your pubes are ginger like mine. But there is a BIG difference between us, I don't have one of these," said July wrapping her hand around my cock. Slowly she started to run her hand up and down. "Am I doing this right? I haven't done this before." "Doing it right? Oh, yes!" "Good." July looked up to me, and smiled. God! She was beautiful, and a natural. I traced my hand down the side of her face and tipped up her chin, I looked her in the eye. "I love you July Bridges," I bent my head down and kissed her, July's tongue slipped in between my lips and played with mine, slowly I pushed July onto her back, kissing her face and neck. As July continued to slowly pump my cock I kissed a trail down her neck and in between her breasts, then I worked my way leftwards. Gently I kissed a circle around her nipple, and as I felt her aureole crinkle I transferred my attention to her stiffening nipple. After what seemed like an age I moved across to her other breast lavishing my attention upon her soft, yielding flesh. July's free hand curled into my hair guiding the movements of my lips against her breasts as she arched her back, pushing her nipples up into my mouth. Then she stopped, gripping my hair and pulled me away from her. "Please, David, I need to see you come. Please do it for me," begged July gazing straight into my eyes imploringly. She released my cock and drew my right hand down to it, when I settled into my familiar grip her hand trailed up my chest and pushed me onto my back. July lay on her side next to me, her breasts against my left arm, her right arm slipped under my neck as a cushion with her hand resting on my shoulder. She hooked her left leg over mine pulling her crotch hard up against my hip and I could feel her soft pussy hair rubbing against my skin. Slowly I began to masturbate, relishing the beauty lying with me. July ran her hand over my chest playing with my nipples, I had never realised that they were that sensitive. Each stroke of her fingers sent a quiver straight to my balls and cock, while each stroke of my hand on my cock sent quivers back up to my nipples. I began to pant, July stopped playing with my nipples and looked up at me and smiled as she started to grind her pussy against my leg in time with my strokes. "My God, July! You are so beautiful and sexy," I managed to gasp. "You're not so bad your self David. I love you too." I leant over and kissed July, immediately my tongue slipped into her mouth and battled with hers. Again I rolled over pushing July onto her back, but this time I continued until I was lying over her, between her legs. I propped myself up with my elbows and looked at July, her hand slipped between us and began to pull my cock downwards so I lifted my hips a little. My cock slid between her thighs and I could feel her wet slit along the top of my shaft as I slowly pumped my hips back and forth. "No, David. Please don't, not yet," pleaded July. July pushed up against my shoulders until she could sit up as I turned to the side. Once she was sitting up July turned to the bedside table, opened the top drawer and took out Dad's "present". "I'm not on the pill, so we'll have to use these," she said with a sly smile, "Expecting some fun this holiday?" "No, Dad got them for me. He didn't want me to get into trouble." "I'll bet he was expecting this," July looked at me and giggled, "Lie back. I have to make you decent if you're going to fuck me." Fuck her? Oh God! All my fantasies spawned by her photos were about to come true. I could hardly believe it. July opened the box of condoms, pulled out a square foil packet and tore it open to reveal the latex inside. She reached over to me and held my cock at the base, pointing it up so that she could unroll the condom over the head. Then in a series of long strokes with a loose grip she finished "dressing" me. "Now, where were we?" she asked, looking at me, "Oh, yes!" July lay back on the bed and reached for me, I rolled back between her legs but this time her hand was waiting for my cock which she guided to her slit. She was so tight, but so wet as well that the head of my cock nudged inside her pussy, I felt her flesh snap over the crown and gently squeeze the shaft below. For an eternity I lay there with my cock just inside her, kissing her and caressing her breasts, then July's hips began to thrust up against me. My cock edged deeper inside her hot wet hole but stopped against a barrier that flexed slightly as I pushed. "Yes, David, I am a virgin. I was saving my cherry for the man I love. You." "Oh, July. You are the best thing to happen to me, why did we have to wait for so long? I love you." "I love you too. Now stop talking and fuck me." How could I refuse her? I pushed again, but still the barrier stopped me from continuing deeper into her, I drew back until I could feel the crown of my cock between her labia and lunged downwards. As I did so July thrust up against me, I slid deep back inside hers stopping at her cherry for a fleeting moment before driving past until I embedded to hilt. As her cherry split July cried out in pain and her fingers on my shoulders dug in. We lay there for some time while I kissed away July's tears, holding her to me and caressing her back and shoulders. Eventually her sobs died away and she began to thrust up against me. Slowly I began to thrust back in time with July's movement, my cock slid up and down the full length of her pussy with my balls slapping against her bum at the end of each stroke. "Oh, God! David! More! More! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Hard! Harder!" July was clawing at my back as she humped up against me, her legs hooked over my calves slid further up until her ankles were crossed over my waist. I pushed up on my elbows and looked down at July, her chest was flushed and glistening with the sweat of our driving bodies. Then her eyes glazed over and rolled up as her orgasm hit her, my cock was squeezed along it's length by her spasms and I thrust hard and deep into her as I came as well and collapsed onto July. Eventually we awoke in each other's arm; I reached down and held the condom onto my limp cock as I pulled out of July. "Bravo! Great show!" July and I looked at each other and then around the room, in shock. Charles and Sarah were standing at the foot of the bed, naked. Sarah smiled and walked around the bed to July and sat down, she bent down to kiss my sister. "So, how was he? Was it worth the wait?" She asked. "Oh! He was wonderful. Thanks for everything Sarah," July replied, glancing over to me with a weak smile. "David, I'm sure the girls want to talk. Do you want to help to me move my stuff into Sarah's room and mine? " Charles asked. I started to look for something to wear, but Sarah said not to bother. Charles' and I collected his stuff together and carried it over to the other bedroom. "Won't your parents be suspicious if you and Sarah share the same room?" "Nah! We've done it every holiday since we were five. What with the naturist beaches and everything, I reckon they think that we're mot embarrassed with being naked in each other's company." "Have you and Sarah been ... umm, ... doing IT for long then?" "If you mean having sex, then we've been doing IT for the last year and a half." "How much did you see just then?" "Oh, not much. We heard our door close earlier, so you knew you'd seen us. We finished and then waited until we could hear you two going at it like rabbits, then we came over and watched." "Oh, my God!" "Don't worry about it. You'll get plenty of opportunities to watch us, or even join us if you want." July and Sarah walked into the room, and collected July's stuff, I was shooed out by Sarah to help July. "Oh! David, I love you so much. Let's make this a holiday to remember." It was, but then that's another story and July's to tell.