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

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

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

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

   Comments or contacts from friends old and new are welcome.  Drop me a
line to knjfriend(at)yahoo.co.uk

   The Andrea Chronicles Part 5.

   We spent the morning sweeping and tidying in the barn.  Mum brought out
sandwiches and drinks around 1.00 and she and dad joined us around the
garden table whilst we ate.  Lunch over the three of us went back to our
barn duties, decorating the place with streamers, fake cobwebs, giant
cardboard spiders and a couple of fluorescent skeletons.

   Another brief break for drinks and snacks and we went back in to put
together the apples for the games and carve the pumpkin lanterns.  By 4.30
it was all done.  Dad and Jamie filled the baths with water and we all
retired inside to take a rest before getting ready.

   In fact it wasn't much of a rest.  Mum and dad were busy in the kitchen
so Jamie invited himself into my room to supervise Andrea getting changed.
I say supervise, that was his word.  I said get changed but truth be told
she got undressed and little else.

   I sat on the edge of my bed trying not to stare as my brother ran his
hands over the gorgeous body that, only a few hours before, had been
straddling me.  Of course Jamie caught me watching - that was part of his
game - and he turned Andrea to face me as he mauled her body from behind.
Soon I was an avid audience.  I watched as his fingers raced across her
chest to pinch her nipples as often as he could.  I noticed his other hand
snake between her parted thighs and I swallowed hard as he penetrated her
with his middle finger.  I watched in rapt fascination as he brought her to
climax, kept her there for an eternity and then lowered her onto her bed
where she lay gasping for breath, eyes closed, legs wide apart.

   Jamie rummaged through the drawers that I had set aside for Andrea to
use during her stay.  He pulled out a pair of denim cutoffs and a white
teeshirt and tossed them onto the bed.  Then he rummaged some more and came
up with a fairly short skirt and a fleece top with a zipper up the front.

   He held up the shorts and teeshirt for Andrea to see.

   "Where these to start" he said softly.  "When I send you in to change
wear the skirt and fleece.  No underwear.  Ok?"

   Andrea managed a flimsy "ok" and Jamie slipped out of the door heading
towards his own room.

   "Hi" whispered Andrea a few moments later

   I hadn't realised that I had walked over to stand alongside her bed and
I was a little self conscious that she had caught me ogling her nakedness
so obviously.  She made no move to cover up or close her legs though.

   "Did you like watching?" she asked me.

   "'spose so" I mumbled

   "I liked you watching" she said simply "Mind if I take a shower?"

   I changed whilst Andrea was showering but rather than go downstairs I
waited for her to return.

   She smiled at me as she entered the room.  "Thanks for waiting"

   I shrugged.

   She smiled again as she let her towel drop to the floor and slowly
dressed in those denim cutoffs and teeshirt.  It took an age for her to
slip into those two garments and I suddenly realised that she was
deliberately letting me feast on her.

   We entered the kitchen together.  Jamie was already there, as were our
parents.

   "Whooooo hooooo!" yowled my father playfully as Andrea slipped in behind
me.

   As my mother made a show of punching him hard on his shoulder Andrea
managed to look suitably coy and embarrassed but as she and Jamie led the
way out of the kitchen and across the garden I couldn't help but wonder
just how coy she really was.  I followed those long slender legs across the
grass.  By the time we reached the barn I had just about traced up as far
as the ragged edge of her shorts.

   Mum arrived a few minutes later armed with towels.  Lots of towels.

   There followed a broadcast on water safety, the need to ensure that cold
wet children get dry and warm as soon as possible and the final encore
paragraph about the responsibility of a host.

   Guests started arriving about 20 minutes later.

   The pattern was always the same.

   They entered the garden via the side gate to be greeted by mum or dad or
both.  They were led across the grass to the barn where they inspected the
décor, the games and the array of coke, lemonade and snacks.  They made
generous comments about how scary it would all be and then they retired to
the main house where the alcohol and warmth and comfort were to be found.
If they had children these were deposited at the barn prior to embarking on
the journey to the house.

   In fact there weren't that many kids.

   Emma and Duncan, the kids from "next door" were there of course.  Other
than that there were some 8 or 9 kids between 8 and 11, all dressed for
warmth and dirt and all packing bags containing towels and dry clothes.

   We quickly set up a changing area in one corner using a sheet and a
couple of large towels and then Jamie set the games a gaming.

   We had two baths for the ducking - two kids, one on either side of the
bath, had to capture an apple using teeth only.  The first to emerge from
the water with apple in mouth would be the winner.  Jamie had devised a
knockout tournament with a prize for the eventual winner.

   Then there were strings of apples.  Again, mouths only - no hands, where
the contestants had to eat their apple as it bobbed around in front of
them.

   Other than that we had a couple of parcels ready for pass the parcel and
that was about it.

   For the knockout contest Jamie put all the names in a hat - or in a
glass in our case - and drew them out very formally.  First up were Emma
and her friend Susan and everybody gathered around as these two knelt on
either side of the bath.  Jamie blew his whistle and the girls plunged
their heads into the water.  Emma sprang upright almost immediately, yelled
"it's sooooo cold" and plunged back in again.

   Jamie came up behind Andrea and myself as we stood off to one side.

   "Think how good your tee shirt will look when its soaked through" he
hissed into her ear before moving off.

   I was about to ask her if she was ok with this when Emma broke the
surface once again, apple in mouth and a cheer went up.

   Jamie was there straight away.  He handed towels to each of the girls.

   "Right Suse" he shouted above the commotion "you're out so you can go
get dry and changed if you need to.  You Emma will be going again so you
need to dry off as best you can to keep warm."

   Jamie started the next pair and then moved back to Emma.  As Andrea and
I watched he took her towel and started rubbing her vigorously.  He grinned
at the two of us as he manhandled the girl and she shrieked and squealed.

   Andrea was up next, drawn against a young lad called Thomas.  Their bout
took a while and both came up for air a couple of times.  Each time she
rose I noticed how wet and transparent her tee shirt was becoming as did a
couple of the older kids there that night.  Eventually though, Thomas won
through.  Towels were handed out and Jamie started the next pair off before
dragging Andrea to the doorway.  I followed, handing the Whistle to Emma to
play judge.

   I got there just in time.

   "Strip off sweetie" he said "Can't be having you wearing wet clothes."

   With barely a glance around Andrea slipped out of her shorts and tee
shirt.

   Jamie handed her an amazingly small towel.

   "Cover yourself with this, nip back to the house and put on your next
outfit"

   "Jamie!" she squealed

   He laughed, "well...  you can come back I like that if you want"

   Andrea snatched the towel from him, held it vaguely in front of her
crotch and sprinted across the lawn in the half light cast by the solar
lamps dad had put along the edge of the path.

   I watched her nakedness disappear into the gloom.

   "What if she gets caught?" I asked my brother.

   "She won't" he replied as he marched back in to the barn.

   I waited outside for a few minutes but then had to go inside as Jamie
called my name for the knockout.

   Andrea got to the kitchen door as the light went out inside.  She peered
through the glass and then slipped inside.  Moving to the doorway she could
hear the hubbub of conversation and laughter across the hall.  He lounge
door was open so she had no cover if anybody happened to come out as she
sprinted for the stairs.

   She took a deep breath and hurled herself across the short gap.  Grabbed
the end of the banister and swung herself around to the stairs.  She
hurtled up the stairs and into our room unseen.

   "Hello gorgeous" Jamie said over my shoulder as she returned.  "Nice
skirt"

   "You made it then" I asked

   "Yeah, no probs.  You?" she asked motioning towards my dripping shirt.

   I had been well and truly beaten in my round but had wanted to wait and
make sure that all was well with Andrea before changing.  No she was back I
hurried off to our makeshift changing room, swapped my soggy sweatshirt for
another and returned to the party.

   The other games were played out.  Emma was crowned ducking champion. 
Thomas won the apples on strings and Duncan and Andrea won the pass the
parcel prizes.

   About 11.30 the various parents started coming to recover their
offspring and dad came down to the barn to help carry stuff back to the
house.

   A handful of guests were still drinking and joking in the lounge.  Dad
said we were welcome to join them but Jamie said he was tired and Andrea
and I decided to go up and stay out of the way.

   Jamie might have been tired of company but he obviously wasn't tired. 
He was lying on Andrea's bed when we went into my room.

   "Ah ladies" he announced expansively "time to make sure that Andrea
didn't wear any underwear tonight." He smiled.

   I sat on the edge of my bed to tug off my trainers.

   Andrea, already barefoot, unzipped her fleece top and slipped it off. 
Her second, and last, piece of clothing was the skirt and that came off
pretty quickly too.

   Jamie looked her up and down and then looked at me.

   "My room I think" he said as he took her hand and led her through the
door to the interconnecting computer room.

   I lay awake waiting for her to return.  I must have drifted off though
and when I awoke my bedside light was still on and Andrea's bed was still
empty.  I checked the clock.  2.47.  I switched off the light and drifted
off to sleep.

   I awoke some time later as my duvet shifted and a warm naked body
slipped in alongside of me.

   Nothing was said.  She simply wrapped her arms around me, kissed my nose
and we drifted off to sleep together.

   My next awakening was altogether different.

   I came too quite suddenly.  My pyjama top was undone and spread wide
open and Andrea straddled my waist.  Her lips were performing little sucks
and tugs on my right nipple and I remember breathing out a hot good
morning. She caught my eye, smiled and shifted to my other nipple.

   I have no idea how long she spent suckling at my nipples.  I do know
that by the time she moved off them they were fiery hot, almost painful.  I
also remember the surge that went through me as her fingers found them and
squeezed.

   Leaving her fingers to entertain my engorged nipples she slid her face
down my torso planting little kisses as she went.  To this day I have no
idea how she had managed to remove my pyjama bottoms without waking me but
she obviously had because her kisses just didn't stop and weren't
interrupted by material as she went lower and lower.

   Eventually, she shifted her legs from outside my own to inside, released
my hot little nipples and used her hands to part the outer lips of my
pussy. I'm sure that she winked at me as her head dropped and I felt her
tongue graze my flesh for the first time.  I'm not sure of much else after
that though.

   I remember an intense mind numbing orgasm and her settling alongside me
once more.  I remember trying to cup her with my own hand, being pushed
gently away with the words "you don't have to - not now" and I remember
dropping off with her hand gently caressing my mound.

   I came too at the sound of a car door slamming.  Andrea lay half on my
chest, one hand still cupping me gently.  I listened as the car started up
and moved off across the gravel of the driveway and then I relaxed to
listen for other signs of movement in the house.

   "They went shopping" said Jamie from across the room.  "Said I should
let you too sleep." He added.  "Doesn't look like you've been doing much of
that though."

   "Jamie" I started

   "No need sis.  Is she awake?" "I'm awake" answered Andrea with her eyes
still tightly shut.

   "Get out of bed Andrea" he commanded.

   She sighed as she rolled off me and slipped out of bed to stand
alongside.

   "Whose idea?" he asked

   "Mine" she answered

   "Is she naked?" he asked pointing in my direction

   "As good as" Andrea replied.

   "Did you eat her pussy?"

   "uh-huh"

   "Did she eat you?"

   "No" smiled Andrea

   "Feeling randy?"

   "A little" she hissed

   "Ever suck cock?"

   "Not yet" she answered quietly.

   "Best you start now then" he said as he sat on the bed and beckoned her
forward.

   Andrea looked over her shoulder at me and then moved towards my brother.
By the time I had shuffled up the bed, duvet around my neck, she was on her
knees before him.

   I couldn't actually see anything but her head slipped up and down
rhythmically and Jamie kept muttering words of encouragement.

   "I'm close Andrea" he hissed "best you swallow or you'll make a mess" he
added as he held her head in place and thrust up into her mouth.  She
gagged, he ignored her and thrust again and then she was off, coughing and
spluttering on all fours as my brothers seed dribbled from her mouth.

   "Shower but stay naked" he commanded as he did up his jeans.  "Breakfast
downstairs in the kitchen in 15 minutes." He said as he left the room.

   "Lots of firsts today" she said as she wiped her mouth with the back of
her hand before slipping out of the door and heading towards the bathroom.
   End of Part 5 (sorry it's a bit shorter than normal)