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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.

   The Andrea Chronicles - Back in Blighty.  Part 1

   We had been back at school after the summer break for about a week. 
"We" being myself and my twin brother Jamie.  Nothing out of the ordinary
had happened, nothing suggested that this would be the start of anything so
special that it would stay with me for life (well for as much life as I've
had so far!).

   I think it was a Tuesday morning and we were making our way down the
hill to the village below in order to catch the school bus.  Emma and
Duncan, the younger kids from just above us on the hill had sped past in
their normal noisy fashion when Jamie broke the traditional silence.

   "I'm gonna get a girlfriend this week." He announced

   I raised an eyebrow at him, such endeavours were not always
spectacularly successful.

   "I will" he affirmed.

   "Have anybody in mind?" I queried quietly.

   "Nope, I'll try the third years today though."

   "Can I watch?" I responded with a smile.

   He smiled back.  "You wait Kristen Russell - I'll get one."

   "Using your usual tact and diplomacy?" I queried once more

   "No point in lying to the girl.  They might as well know what I'm like
straight away."

   "You sure about this Jamie.  It could get messy" I suggested as
sympathetically as I could.

   The conversation ended as we caught up with Emma, Duncan and a few other
kids at the bus stop at the foot of the hill.

   Lunchtime came and I duly followed a short way behind my bro as he made
his way to the first of his target tutor rooms.  In case you haven't read
any of my other tales I should describe my bro to you.

   Quite simply he is a fine specimen, a specimen that I would happily
drool over under other circumstances.  Blond with blue eyes and a tall,
muscular body he would be a catch for most girls.  Where he falls down
sometimes is his rather demanding personality.  Ever since a rather
unfortunate incident involving his first real girlfriend he has demanded
obedience from his girls.  I mean immediate obedience to any wish or
command.  He doesn't push them too far physically or sexually but he makes
everybody around know who the boss is.  It's a form of controlled
humiliation I suppose.

   Anyways, the result is generally very short term connections and, often
enough, a stinging red cheek adorning my brothers gorgeous visage.

   Why was I tagging along?  Well partly to see how many times he would
find new ways to get turned down and partly to make sure that I was there
when he finally got so dejected that he couldn't do it anymore.  That's
what sisters and brothers do for each other.  At least that's what this
team do for each other.

   I watched him march up to a group of 5 or 6 girls sat on tables and
chattering happily.  They paused, naturally enough, when Jamie appeared. 
After all, he was a potential contender for young Greek god of the year as
well as being a year older.  He commanded a certain respect - for a few
moments anyway.

   "Hi girls" he announced "I'm going to the pictures Friday night and need
a date."

   Nobody ran away screaming.  In fact, nobody did or said anything.

   "Thing is" he continued "I'm looking for a special girl who does what
she's told, when she's told.  How about you?" he asked a petit brunette to
his right.

   "You've gotta nerve" was the only reply he got.

   "You?" he queried at the next girl.

   "My sis told me about you." She announced loudly "You get off ordering
girls about.  She gave you a slap." She finished as the inevitable ring of
laughter set off.

   "Nobody interested then?" he tried once more before turning and walking
past me out of the room.

   I hurried to catch him up as he repeated his attempts in three more
tutor rooms.

   "C'mon bro" I said as I slipped an arm around his waist "We've just got
time for a bite before class starts."

   The following morning Jamie again waited for the flash past of Emma and
Duncan before breaking the silence.

   "Second Years today sis." He announced before falling back into silence.

   I grimaced, a bit younger, a bit more naïve but still unlikely to agree
to his terms in public.

   "Maybe you should talk to them on their own" I suggested "They might be
prepared to try it out if you didn't ask in front of the pack."

   "Thought about that" he replied "If they say yes in front of their mates
they're more likely to do as they're told."

   "Jamie!" I whined trying desperately to think of a way to drum just a
smidgen of sense into his pretty head.

   That lunchtime I stood in the doorway as Jamie entered his third tutor
room of the day.  The first two had been the usual fully expected disaster
and I expected more of the same here.  I leaned against the door jam as I
tried to find an argument that might encourage Jamie to give up this
particular quest and get some food instead.

   The standard, now well rehearsed delivery slipped into my consciousness.

   "Hi girls" he announced "I'm going to the pictures Friday night and need
a date.  "Thing is" he continued "I'm looking for a special girl who does
what she's told, when she's told.  How about you?" he asked the first girl
on his right.

   The response wasn't good.  The second and third girls echoed their
leader and I started into the room to break him out before number four
spoke up.

   "Ok" I heard a voice say.

   "Excellent!" announced Jamie above the stunned silence of the room "Meet
me outside the cinema complex on the Barbican at 7.30 oh, and what's your
name?"

   "Andrea" she said into the deafening silence.

   Jamie turned and walked past me out of the room.  I took a quick look at
the petit blond who had spoken up and then, just as the other girls started
to gather around to tell her how mad she was, I too left to catch up with
my beaming brother.

   "Result" he said

   "Yeah kinda" was about al I could manage

   "You come too huh Kris"

   "You want me to come on your first date?"

   "Yup, it'll make her more comfortable and make whichever parent drops
her off happier too."

   "If you're sure" I muttered.

   So there we were.  Friday evening 7.20 outside of the cinema complex.

   I was truly amazed at my brother maintaining his absolute certainty that
the girl would turn up.  He had made no attempt at further contact during
the past couple of days and couldn't even be sure that her parents would
agree to the meeting.  After all, she couldn't be more than 13.

   At 7.25 a slightly battered Volkswagen pulled up at the kerb in front of
us.  The rear door opened and Andrea slid out.  Almost immediately the
passenger and drivers doors opened and BOTH parents emerged.

   Jamie greeted Andrea and then made for her parents.

   "Hi, I'm Jamie, good to meet you.  This is my sister Kristen, though
everybody calls her Kris.  My father is picking us up, I can arrange for
Andrea to be dropped home if you're happy with that - saves you waiting for
the film to finish and everything."

   The onslaught was obviously unexpected as was the sisterly chaperone.

   "Oh right" stammered her father "well in that case I think we might get
a bite to eat and see you later then.  Have a good time Andi.  Nice to meet
you, er Jamie, Kris" he said offering his hand to each of us.

   And then they were gone.

   "They were planning to see the film with us" smiled Andrea "That could
have been tense!" she joked.

   "Um" murmured Jamie "Do you prefer Andrea or Andi?"

   "Only dad calls me Andi so Andrea is fine."

   "Any preference as to what we see?"

   "No you choose" she replied

   "excellent" he hissed "I'll get tickets" he added as he marched away
leaving the two of us to look at the advertising screens around us.

   Jamie chose a middle of the road thriller and led us to the escalator.
Once on board Andrea moved ahead of me, stood alongside Jamie and silently
slipped her had into his.

   Feeling rather like a spare wheel I simply followed along behind.

   I couldn't help but notice her pert backside tightly cocooned in her
jeans, the slight indentation above to suggest that her hips were just
starting to spread a little and the long golden shower of hair hanging most
of the way down her back.

   As we queued to be allowed into the screen I moved to one side to
continue my appraisal of this seemingly foolish girl.

   She carried a fair tan on top of what should have been pale flesh to go
with her blond hair and pale blue eyes, her chest sported small well formed
mounds where boys would be hunting a year or two from now and, despite her
apparent willingness to obey my brother, she had a confident and assured
way about her.

   She caught me looking at her and smiled at me before turning back to
answer Jamie when he started firing questions.

   The film was about halfway through I suppose.  Andrea was sat between
the two of us.  Jamie on her left and me on her right.  Thus far we had all
simply watched the film and shared the popcorn that Andrea.

   I noticed a brief movement and glanced down to see Jamie's hand resting
comfortably on her knee.  She hadn't flinched and I risked a look up.  She
was looking right back at me and smiled at me as our eyes met.

   A little later I noticed his hand slide up her leg and come to rest on
her inner thigh.  Again I looked at her face and again she was looking
right back at me.  This time I got a wink as well as the smile.

   The film finished and we made our way to the foyer.  Here Jamie pulled
Andrea out of the throng heading for the exit.

   "How about next Saturday?" he asked

   "Great" she replied instantly

   "If we get a train around at 12.00 we can have some food in town and
then get to the football.  Do you like football?"

   "I've never been" she answered "but I'm sure it will be fun."

   "Cool.  You'll need a coat in case it gets cold in the stadium."

   "Ok" she replied

   "But I want you to wear a skirt, a white shirt and boots." Jamie added
"Do you have boots?"

   "Me and mum are going shopping tomorrow" Andrea responded cheerfully
"I'll have boots for next weekend."

   "Excellent" replied Jamie as he led the way towards the exit and out
waiting father.

   Arriving at Andrea's house he walked her to the door, waited patiently
for her father to open it and asked if it would be alright to take Andrea
to the football next week.  I heard him add that I would be going too and
that if they caught the train into the city Dad would pick them up from the
station afterwards.  It was a foregone conclusion.  Her father had no
reason to query or complain and he simply nodded his approval at the plans.

   Jamie had a huge grin plastered onto his face for the entire week.

   They spoke on the rare occasions that their paths crossed during the
school day but, other than those briefest of encounters, neither Andrea nor
Jamie made contact with each other all week.  I just stood aside and
watched.  I had made some quip about being asked if I wanted to go to the
football but Jamie had brushed it aside with a promise that he would do the
same for me!

   And thus I found myself on the platform of the local station waiting for
the 11.55 to Plymouth.  Jamie and Andrea were waiting with me of course.

   Andrea had appeared wearing a skirt, shirt and boots as requested.  She
carried an anorak over one arm which Jamie promptly relieved her of to
stuff, unceremoniously, into the rucksack that he carried.

   "Let me know if you get cold" he said simply.

   The train was packed and conversation was difficult.  Still Andrea and
Jamie leaned in close together and whispered a few words whilst I tried not
to watch from the opposite seat.  Once or twice Andrea would look my way
and flash that standard issue smile of hers but, generally, all her
attention was on my brother.  We scrambled off the train with countless
others at Plymouth.  Even before we reached the platform gates the train
was moving off towards Exeter and beyond.

   Jamie led us up the hill and through the underpass towards the city
proper.  Kick off wasn't until 3.00 so we had a couple of hours to kill
before heading to the stadium.  (For the benefit of our American cousins I
should confirm that football in my case is what you might know as soccer.)

   Avoiding the usual fast food joints Jamie chose a small restaurant that
we had visited many times before.  Not so often as to be instantly
recognised by the staff but often enough to know that the food was good and
reasonably priced.

   The waiter seated us in a small booth and left us with menus whilst he
went to fill our drinks order.

   Drinks were delivered and food orders taken and the three of us were
left alone for a while.

   "Nice boots" whispered my brother just loudly enough for me to hear on
the other side of the table.

   "Thanks, got them last weekend" smiled Andrea.

   "Good to see you wore the shirt and skirt I asked for too" Jamie went
on.

   Andrea just smiled.

   Jamie winked briefly in my direction and I tensed, unsure of what he had
in mind.

   "Remember when we first met?" he asked her

   "uh-huh"

   "Remember I said I wanted a girl who did as she was told?" he continued

   This time it was Andrea who winked at me!

   "Yes" she replied simply

   "Well, as far as I'm concerned, that includes answering any questions
too." He said simply.

   "Ok" she replied "seems fair"

   "What colour is your bra and is the clasp at the front or rear?" he
smiled

   Andrea hesitated.

   "C'mon Andrea" snapped Jamie "If you're not gonna answer my questions
then we might as well stop here."

   "Well" replied the girl "it's just that you didn't tell me to wear a
bra."

   Suddenly they had my undivided attention.

   Slowly the words sunk into Jamie.

   "You're not wearing a bra?"

   "Nope"

   "I didn't tell you to wear panties either" he hissed

   "No you didn't" the girl replied instantly.

   Jamie looked about him.  Nobody was paying our booth the slightest
attention.

   "Undo your shirt.  Just enough to show that there's no bra" he hissed

   Andrea undid a couple of buttons and pulled the material apart enough
for her bare flesh to shine through.  No breast was evident but the
unmistakable and unclad gap between those small breasts was evidence of her
truthful response thus far.

   Jamie nodded and Andrea did up her shirt.

   "And no panties?" he checked again

   Andrea shook her head.

   "I'll check after we eat." He announced

   My mouth must have dropped because Andrea giggled at me.

   "Jeez Jamie" I hissed across the table "What do you have in mind?"

   Just then the waiter brought our food and Jamie just winked at me.

   Food finished we paid the bill and wandered out into the sunlight once
more.  Was acutely aware of Jamie's promise to check Andrea for underwear.
Andrea, on the other hand, didn't seem at all concerned and chattered away
to the two of us as if wandering around half naked in a crowded city was
the most natural thing in the world.

   In fact Jamie didn't check until we were queuing at the turnstiles for
entry to the stadium.

   I was first of the three of us, Andrea was behind me and Jamie brought
up the rear.  As we entered the relative gloom of the turnstile building
Jamie leaned forward and whispered "just checking" into her ear.  He then
slipped hand up her skirt and traced her outer thigh all the way to the
skirt waistband encountering no fabric whatsoever.

   Throughout the match we were up and down like yo yos as the game
traversed the field and close saves were had at either end.  When we
weren't stood up Jamie sat with one hand resting on Andrea's bare leg just
below the hem of her skirt and then, as the final whistle blew and the
crowd stood to cheer and, in some cases, jeer Jamie let his hand slip
between the girls legs and ride up a few inches.  Andrea made no objection.

   The train ride home was hectic.  The carriage was filled with a mix of
football supporters and shoppers heading deeper into Cornwall.  The three
of us found ourselves in standing room at the junction of a couple of
carriages.  Jamie leaned back against a wall and pulled Andrea back to lean
against him.  I squeezed in, facing Andrea for the 20 minute ride.

   Jamie was effectively locked out of our conversation.  He was out of
sight and, given the noise around us, out of earshot.  Thus Andrea and I
talked quietly about clothes, shopping, how she found her new boots etc. 
Out of the blue she announced "he has his hand between my legs"

   "What under your skirt?" I gasped whilst glancing about to see if
anybody was catching the floorshow.

   "Checking again I guess" she grinned

   "You don't mind?"

   "Kinda expected it" she replied

   "Why no undies?" I took the opportunity of asking

   "My mistake" she admitted "I thought that's what he wanted"

   "Even so" I suggested

   "I trust him" she replied with a shrug and then a gasp.

   "What?" I asked

   "Nothing" she hissed "just caught me unawares" she said smiling.

   End of Part 3