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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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