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   Travels with Misha.  Pt4

   The whole group met up for a light lunch at around noon.

   "It seems" said Marcus Caplin, during a lull in the conversation, "that
I've not been as attentive a father as I might have been"

   Misha went to protest but her father winked at her and her aunt and
uncle grinned broadly.

   "It seems" he continued "that all the young people of the UK have their
own mobile phones and that, rather than write letters, they communicate by
text and email."

   "Yeah mostly" agreed Adam wisely.

   Marcus caught the eyes of Miriam and Tony and smiled briefly before
continuing.

   "Well, if I might presume on you two boys just a little" he left the
question hanging in the air until Luke nodded and urged hi on.

   "Perhaps you would be kind enough to accompany us on a little shopping
trip this afternoon.  I think I need to buy Misha her own phone and a
laptop.  I could do with some advice."

   Adam glanced at his father who nodded gently.

   "Yeah, of course uncle Marcus, we'll come along."

   "Good, now your father has kindly agreed to lend me his car so, as soon
as we finish lunch we'll be off.  Ok?"

   Misha beamed and then stopped beaming.

   "Can we afford it dad.  I mean you're not working right now."

   "Sweet child, I have spent so little time away from work whilst you have
been growing up that I haven't had time to spend much and I am embarrassed
to admit that we are, well, not likely to starve in the near future."

   Tony guffawed at that.

   Misha scowled at her uncle.

   "Seriously Misha" continued her father "whilst cannot afford to ignore
work forever I can afford to spoil my only daughter just a little."

   Misha found herself smiling along with everybody else.

   The smiles continued as she and her cousins were bundled into the back
of the Discovery whilst Marcus Caplin punched the details of the nearest
shopping centre into the sat nav.

   The trio chattered happily as he drove them away from the rural idyll of
the farm and towards Canterbury.

   Once safely parked he allowed Adam and Luke to guide him to a suitably
"cool" phone shop and was soon met with a young, energetic and determined
young lady who quickly recognised an easy sale and sprang into top service
mode.

   A five way conversation ensued with the boys aiming as high as possible
for their little cousin and the sales assistant happy to follow that
particularly lucrative path.

   It was eventually decided that Misha should have a Vodafone contract as
the boys advised that it was the best network in the area.  The choice of
phone took a few minutes longer but Misha ended up with a shiny new
touchscreen phone, with camera, mp3 player and many other gadgets and
frills that Professor Caplin thought out of place on a phone.  Caching on
to the decision to buy a laptop next the assistant upgraded the contract to
include unlimited email and internet access for both the phone and any
suitably connected laptop.

   From there the group headed for an electronics store and a similar
conversation was started.

   Eventually, several machines were put on display before the group and
the boys gushed about their respective specifications and merits.

   The eventual choice, agreed by the boys, Misha and the sales assistant,
included almost everything, except, Marcus noticed, a modem.

   He mentioned this apparent oversight and was met with guffaws from the
boys and a wry smile from the sales assistant.

   The assistant, Peter it said on his name tag, explained that the laptop
came with wireless connectivity and that it should work with the vodafone
contract already purchased.  "I suppose you boys already have this type of
arrangement" asked Marcus.

   "Not likely" squeaked Luke.

   "Dad reckons we can share the old computer he used to have in the
office" explained Adam "something like this would be sooooo cool!" he
gushed.

   Adam gave his cousin an excited hug.

   "We'll take three then" Marcus announced to a gleeful assistant.

   "You can't, I mean, no, I, er, dad will be mad" stammered Adam as he
realised what was happening.

   Peter slipped away to the storeroom, hoping that the man would not see
sense before he returned.

   "Listen lads" said Marcus with a smile "I'm really grateful for the way
you have welcomed us both, but Misha in particular, I'd really like to buy
these for you as a thank you."

   "But dad" wailed Luke

   "Your parents are aware that I intended something like this" grinned
Marcus "I have their blessing"

   It was the turn of two boys to be speechless, but only for a moment.

   The torrent of thanks that spilled out attracted attention from many
other shoppers and Peter, as he approached the happy group, knew that he
had three sales in one.

   They shopped a little more, buying a coat and some extra clothes for the
girl and then headed back to the car and then the farm.

   The boys rushed on ahead, packages under respective arms, to announce
their good fortune and Miriam smiled indulgently.

   "You really didn't have too you know" she said as Marcus slipped past
her.

   "I know, but I enjoyed seeing the look on their faces and the brief
silence as the penny dropped!" he laughed

   Camping was cancelled that night.  Tony & Miram felt that the last
evening should be something of a celebration and after a sumptuous meal the
three young people grouped in the lounge with a laptop each to exchange
emails, make promises to keep in touch and, later on, to show Misha how to
password protect both computer and phone.

   By midday on Sunday Marcus Caplin and his daughter were on a train bound
for London and the next stage of their trip.  Her phone pinged many times
during the relatively short train journey and she read the texts, giggled
and replied, whilst her father smiled and allowed his thoughts to wander.

   The last text before they pulled into the station caught her just a
little by surprise.

   "Hi Treacle.  Got your number from Adam's phone when he wasn't about. 
Hear you have a computer with a webcam.  I'll be in touch.  E"

   "ok" she replied.

   The taxi driver recognised the hotel name instantly.

   "Yeah, just off Oxford Street, very nice too" he offered as he turned
the meter on.

   The hotel was a pleasant surprise.  It was an impressive old building
which had been well maintained and seemed to take up an enormous plot no
more than a few hundred yards from Oxford Street.

   "I'll get those" offered the doorman as soon as he saw the suitcases.

   Marcu and Misha slipped through the revolving doors into a long lost
world.  Or so it seemed.

   Despite the wood and brass and gilt the reception desk was buzzing with
the usual hi tech equipment and no more than a few keystrokes were required
before a liveried porter was called to show them to their rooms.

   "Good grief!" exclaimed Marcus as he entered.

   "Something wrong sir" enquired the porter.

   "No, not at all, it's just rather more splendid than I expected."

   "Thank you sir.  There are two bedrooms, each with their own bathroom
facilities.  Room service is available at any time of the day or night and
a booklet detailing the tariff and other services is on the desk by the
window.  Will there be anything else sir?"

   "um, er, no, I don't think, oh wait, can we book a table for this
evening?"

   "Certainly sir, just the two of you, what time, 7.30.  I'll make sure
that it's done sir."

   Marcus slipped a tip into the grateful palm and the porter was off.

   Marcus and Misha explored their new empire.  It was only three rooms
plus bathroom facilities but it was generously proportioned and very well
furnished.

   Misha took control of the slightly smaller bedroom and sent her father
off to unpack.

   Marcus made a call to Tony and Miriam to say that all was well and to
ask them to thank Eddie for arranging the accommodation.  Misha made her
own contact with the boys, firing up her webcam and giving Adam a guided
tour of her room.  She declined all requests to show anything else.

   They made their way down towards the restaurant a little before 7.30.

   Marcus stopped at the reception desk and enquired of Eddie's nephew,
Matt Barrett, to be told that Matt wasn't on duty right now but that they
would ask him to make contact when he was next in.

   Father and daughter enjoyed a pleasant meal together and then slipped
back to their room.

   On Monday morning Marcus made a couple of calls, Martin Johnson would be
out of the office until Wednesday but he would call back then.

   The pair went sightseeing.

   As they bobbed gently on the London Eye Marcus asked if it would be ok
if he went out for a meeting the following day.

   "Sure dad" came the chirpy reply "I'll be fine in the hotel for a couple
of hours."

   She didn't ask where he was going or why.

   Another meal in the hotel restaurant that evening and a couple of hours
watching tv and Monday came to a close.

   On Tuesday morning Marcus asked again if Misha would be ok.  Misha
pointed out that she was in a secure room in a well staffed hotel and that
she had easy access to room service if he was too long!

   Marcus chuckled, reminded her not to answer the door without looking
through the peephole and slipped out just after 10.00.

   It was about 20 minutes later when the knock came.

   Misha quietly moved towards the door and put her eye to the peep hole.

   A young man in hotel uniform was on the other side.

   Misha turned the lock and pulled open the heavy door.

   "Hi, I'm Matt, Eddie's nephew" he offered by way of introduction "May I
come in?"

   "oh sure" replied Misha opening the door a little wider.

   "Just wanted to introduce myself to you and your father" Matt smiled,
looking around.  "Dad had to go out for a bit" replied Misha easily.

   "Oh right.  Are you ok on your own?"

   The girl grinned.

   "I'm fine.  A bit bored with the TV but fine other than that."

   "Great, how are you enjoying your stay?"

   "It's lovely, dad's really pleased.  He wants to thank you when he meets
you."

   "Glad I could help." He replied running out of words.

   "What?" asked Misha

   "Well, the pictures Eddie sent were one thing, but you're even prettier
in the flesh."

   "Pictures?" enquired Misha blushing

   "Yeah, Eddie sent them so I'd recognise you I guess"

   "Eddie sent you those pictures?"

   In fact, Eddie had supplied a carefully cropped picture showing her face
and little more.  Matt had thought nothing of it until now, but then Eddie
did seem to have a way with the ladies.

   Matt eyed the girl, 12, 13 maybe.  Bit young for uncle Eddie but plenty
pretty enough.

   He smiled broadly and watched as Misha grew more uncomfortable.

   "Eddie said you were really friendly" said Matt cautiously "Really
friendly"

   Misha gulped.

   "Maybe we could get to know each other a bit, just to pass the time
whilst your dad's away?" Matt suggested.

   "Don't you have to get back to work?" the girl asked

   "Naw.  My shift finishes at 10.30.  I'm not on again until this
evening." Said Matt smiling.  "Oh hey, is that your laptop?  Can I see?" he
finished as he moved towards the sofa.

   "What, oh yeah, go ahead" Misha stammered.

   Matt sat down and gathered the equipment onto his lap.

   "Wanna show me what it does?" he invited indicating the seat next to
him. Misha sidled alongside the young man.

   He was kind of good looking.  He smelled of polish and aftershave.

   Matt turned the screen slightly so that Misha could use the keyboard and
deftly slipped his arm around her shoulder.

   Misha tensed up but allowed the young man to encourage her demonstration
with questions about, itunes, facebook and other banal topics.

   Misha had quite forgotten the arm around her shoulder by the time Matt
spoke again.

   "So, just how friendly are you?  I mean, you're not the usual type that
Eddie spends time with."

   "We got on ok" she almost whispered

   Matt took the keyboard briefly, aimed for a music site and hit a short
review of some song or other.

   "Do you like this kinda stuff?"

   Misha shrugged and Matt showed her how to move around the site, checking
the various sounds and compiling a wish list of stuff that she might like
to download.

   Misha relaxed into the music choices until his fingers started tracing
patterns just above her left breast.

   "You mustn't" she said quietly, looking up into his eyes as she did so.

   Matt smiled down and moved in to kiss her gently.  She didn't back away.

   "what did Eddie do?" he asked

   "nothing, not much" she lied

   "Did he do this?" he asked palming her left breast

   Misha let a breath of air escape her mouth.

   Matt grinned to himself and thought of the picture.  He suddenly
remembered that the girl in the picture had bare shoulders.  He grinned
again.

   His other hand moved to her other breast.

   "Really Matt, you should stop now" Misha tried.

   "Did Eddie stop?" he asked quietly, conspiratorially.

   "um, er, you really should stop" she repeated.  "Did Eddie undress you?"
he asked as his fingers deftly started undoing the buttons on her shirt.

   He slipped a hand inside, under her bra and toyed with her hardening
nipple.

   "Did Eddie make your nipples hard?"

   Misha didn't reply.

   Matt took the time to put the laptop aside and used both hands to finish
undoing her shirt.  He pushed it off her shoulders and looked into her
eyes.

   Even as he locked eyes with the girl his hands hoisted her bra up over
her small swellings and his fingers unerringly targeted her nipples.

   Misha gasped.

   "You shouldn't be doing this" she hissed

   "Stand up" he countered

   Misha struggled to stand as Matt refused to part company with her
nipples as she did so.  Still she managed to get upright and stood between
his legs as he twirled his fingers around her reddened flesh.

   He moved forward so that his mouth could lock onto her left nipple and
she gasped at the contact.  His freed right hand slipped down her smooth
olive skin until it made contact with the waistband of her jeans.

   He moved on, over the material, to cup her denim clad mound and Misha
whimpered slightly as he applied pressure.

   His mouth switched between the girls nipples and Misha stood, swaying
slightly, as he suckled.

   "Undo your jeans" he urged

   "You really should stop now" she replied

   "Undo them" he repeated.

   Matt felt her hands brush across his chest as they moved to comply.  He
waited until her hands moved back to her sides before he carefully tugged
on either side of her jeans and was rewarded with the unmistakeable give of
unbuttoned Levis.

   "Did Eddie strip you?"

   "uh-huh" she answered

   "Completely?" "Yesss!" she hissed

   Misha felt her panties drifting down her thighs.

   "let me look" he asked

   Misha stood as he moved back from her swollen nipples to drink of the
sight of her nakedness.

   "Gorgeous!" he hissed "Kick off your jeans, and lose the bra whilst
you're at it."

   Misha did just that.

   "Did Eddie fuck you?"

   "No.  No he didn't do that!"

   Matt nodded.

   "Then what Misha, what did my uncle Eddie do to you."

   "he, um, he played with me, um, down there."

   "Is that all?"

   "He, um, he made me suck him"

   "You sucked his cock?" Matt asked as his fingers rubbed gently between
her slightly parted legs.

   Misha nodded, biting her lip again as she did so.

   "Have you sucked many cocks?"

   Misha shook her head, not trusting words.

   "But more than one?"

   "I guess....."

   "How many?  How many including uncle Eddie?"

   "Three" the girl whispered.

   Matt slipped a finger into her as she swayed before him.

   Misha shivered and gasped.

   "It's gonna be four soon" said Matt

   "uh-huh" replied Misha

   Misha watched, trance like, as Matt slowly pumped in and out of her.  He
built up rhythm and then speed and then she watched his other hand undoing
his own trousers.

   "Still want me to stop?" Matt asked knowingly.

   "not really" came the reply.

   "Good girl" said Matt as he manoeuvred the girl to lie across his lap.

   It took a few attempts but finally her head was where he needed it to be
and her cunt was in easy reach.

   Matt tugged out his semi erect cock and Misha looked at it carefully.

   It was not as big as Eddie's but much bigger than her cousins'.  She
found herself calculating how much she could take into her mouth even as
Matt guided her head to its target.

   Misha too the tip in easily, swirling her tongue around the head as she
did so.

   "Oh that's good.  Eddie taught you well.  Did he do you often?"

   "A bit" she replied rising from his erection.

   "Don't talk girl" said Matt applying pressure to the back of her head.

   Misha swallowed more cock the second time of asking.  She worked her
tongue and bobbed her pretty head up and down the invading shaft.  As Matt
increased his own pumping speed so she increased her bobbing.

   "Ahhh shit!" was Matts' version of a cum warning.

   Misha swallowed twice before backing away from the spurting monster and
trying to relax into the orgasm that was so close beneath the surface.

   Matt released her then, adjusting his thumb to contact her clit on each
and every upward stroke he drove her to the edge of reason and beyond.  He
laughed as cum dribbled from her mouth and her body thrashed about and
finally he lowered her to the floor, totally spent.

   Eddie was in the milking parlour when he received the text.

   "You should have told me unc" it said.

   Eddie opened the attachment and saw Misha curled naked on the floor of
the hotel room.

   His fingers flew on the keypad.

   "Be good to her or I'll kill you."

   Matt read the instant reply, pocketed his phone and carried the girl to
her room.

   He bathed her face and body as she recovered, suggested that she get
dressed soon and slipped back out of the room.

   The rest of the week was something of an anticlimax.

   They finally met with Martin Johnson and family on Thursday evening.  He
was dismissive and offhand and the meal was an uncomfortable affair.  His
wife, a mousey, grey sort of woman, was sugary but probably didn't remember
their names 20 minutes after leaving the restaurant and his son, Misha's
cousin, was a 7 year old spoilt brat.

   "Well" announced her father as they settled down together on the sofa in
their room, "that could have gone better.  I'm sorry."

   "Not your fault dad.  Just because they're family doesn't mean we have
to like them."

   Marcus Caplin looked at his daughter strangely.

   "You are growing up too fast young lady.  That's very close to something
your mother once said."

   Misha smiled and hugged her father.

   For two days Marcus tried to track down the third and final brother. 
Finally, he found out that he and his family were part of a tented
community in Wales.  A community with no telephones or modern conveniences
and who collected their post from the local post office as and when they
were in the village.

   He wrote.

   The following Monday Marcus finally met Matt.  They got along well,
although Misha squirmed alongside her father as Matt commented on how
pretty she was.

   On Tuesday Marcus announced that he had a couple of meetings on the
Thursday but that, coincidentally, Matt had Thursday off and would be happy
to take the girl out for the day.

   Coincidentally, Matt had moved heaven and earth to swap his shifts
around.  Misha smiled a slightly worried smile.

   In fact, with Eddie's warnings of dire consequences ringing in his ears
Matt was a perfect companion.  It helped that there were few places that
they could go where any kind of contact between them would be acceptable
and so Misha enjoyed London Zoo and a little shopping before Matt suggested
that it was time to go back to the hotel.

   The cabbie was an attentive and talkative driver.  Matt was kept fully
engaged for the entire journey.  He stole the occasional frustrated glance
at the pretty twelve year old and she grinned back knowingly.

   They were just entering the lift when Marcus Caplin called out to them.

   "That was good timing" he gushed as he slipped between the closing lift
doors.

   "Yeah" agreed Matt sullenly.

   The letter from Sully Johnson arrived the very next morning.

   "Strange name, Sully" commented Misha over breakfast.

   Marcus Caplin smiled at his daughter.

   "He was Simon when I last saw him" he smiled.

   Still, Simon, Sully, whatever his name was, had invited them to Wales!

   They packed and the following morning found the two travellers back on a
train, this time heading west.

   At Bristol Marcus rented a camper van and, with the soothing voice of
"Jane" on the sat nav, headed across the border.

   They drove for a couple of hours on the motorway before heading off
along winding roads with the gentle voice of Jane guiding their path.

   Eventually, Marcus pulled up in the car park of a small village pub
where they had agreed to meet Sully.

   Marcus sat Misha down on a bench outside and disappeared within.

   All conversation stopped as he entered the bar.  Slowly, as he ordered
two cokes, the hum of conversation started again but this time primarily in
Welsh.

   Marcus shook his head in slight disbelief and went back to his daughter
with their drinks.

   They didn't wait long before a man approached them.

   "Marcus Caplin?" he enquired

   Marcus stood

   "That's me" he confirmed

   "Sully Johnson" the man stated offering his hand.

   Misha took a moment to look the man up and down.

   She knew that he was the youngest of the three brothers but he looked
older.  His skin had that leathery outdoor look.  One of his front teeth
was missing, but he had a ready smile and what she could only envisage as
an open, honest face.

   Marcus slipped back to the bar to get another drink.

   Sully sat opposite the girl and smiled.

   "Hi Misha.  Nice to finally meet you"

   "Hi, er, uncle er," she started.

   "Sully, just Sully" he offered

   Misha smiled shyly as her father returned.

   An hour later and Marcus slowly drove the camper up a tight lane deep
within woodland.  Eventually the lane opened onto a clearing and Sully
directed him to a spot at the far edge.  As he pulled up he could see the
valley drop sharply before him and knew that the camper would be going no
further.

   The first "buildings" sprouted from the hillside about 35 feet away.

   "that's my place" whispered Sully as he pointed to what looked like a
combination of tent and caravan surrounded by logs.  "C'mon, food'll be
ready"

   Marcus and Misha followed Sully down the well worm path.  As they went
Sully would wave greetings or exchange a few words with the other hillside
dwellers they passed close to.

   Eventually they arrived and Misha could be certain that the shack was
indeed a combination of old caravan and a couple of tents.  A wide awning
covered the area before the shack and under it were a collection of chairs,
a couple of logs and a large, rough cut, table.

   Two women came out of the shack to meet them.

   "This is Crissy" announced Sully as the first of them came forward "and
this is Sky" he added as the second woman approached.

   Marcus and Misha introduced themselves and, at Sullys' invitation, sat
at the table.

   "The boys'll be here soon" grinned Sully "They never miss a meal"

   Sure enough as Crissy and Sky started bringing out bowls of food, plates
and cutlery, three dark skinned boys appeared from nowhere.

   They shyly introduced themselves to their new cousin.  "Flint" said the
largest boy holding out his hand formally "I'm 15" he added solemnly.

   "Aaron" said number 2 "I'm 15 too"

   "Gavin" offered number 3 "13"

   The boys sat around Misha and food was passed around.

   Pretty soon two conversations were occurring, one for the adults and one
for the youngsters.

   Misha and Marcus did exchange the occasional titbit of information and
the occasional glance from time to time.  Sully sat back and watched.

   "So" asked Misha turning to Flint "You and Aaron are twins?"

   "Nearly" agreed Flint "Mum, that's Sky to you, had me about two weeks
before Aaron arrived."

   Misha looked at Aaron.

   "My mum's Crissy" he explained

   "Yeah she's my mum too" announced Gavin.

   Misha changed the subject as her mind processed the information.

   "Where do you go to school?" she asked

   "Here" grinned Aaron.  "Sky and mum teach us the book stuff and Sully
teaches us how to live"

   "I was taught at home too" offered Misha

   "Cool" snapped Gavin "you can join in our lessons if you wanna"

   The meal ended, the table was cleared and the conversation continued
over steaming mugs of tea.

   Eventually, as all the other lights in the valley died out, Marcus
suggested bed.

   Sully led them back to the camper reminding Marcus to bring a torch next
time and the two travellers settled down to a good nights sleep.

   They were awake at dawn.  A combination of birdsong and nearby
conversation dragged them from their sleep within minutes of each other.

   "Rough clothes I think" suggested Marcus as he peered through a gap in
the curtains.

   Misha nodded and dug down deep to find jeans, a tee shirt and a
lightweight fleece to go over the top.

   A pair of socks and some trainers and she was ready to face the world.

   Gavin was waiting outside when they opened the camper door.

   "C'mon" he urged "Breakfast will be on the table."

   Marcus and Misha followed the young boy as he hopped and skipped along
the path.  Like his father he greeted all he met along the way, though not
al greeted him back at that early hour.

   Over breakfast Marcus admitted that he hoped that Misha would have a
chance to get to know her cousins and with no further thought it was agreed
that she would simply join in the lessons with the boys.

   Whilst Marcus helped Sully clear the breakfast things and wash up in the
ancient butler sink just inside the tented door, Misha accompanied her
cousins to another caravan a short distance away.

   "We live here" announced Aaron as they entered

   "And I'm next door" offered Flint.

   "So you don't all live with Sully then?" asked Misha

   "Naw, we eat with him and we visit when we like but we live with our
mums."

   "Oh" hissed the girl "don't your mums get on with Sully anymore?"

   "They get on fine" replied Flint "One or other will go see him most
nights - if you know what I mean" he grinned.

   Misha blushed and the other boys laughed.

   "You do know don't you?" chided Flint "And I thought you were a "good"
girl" he guffawed.

   "Whats the joke?" asked Sky as she climbed into the caravan.

   "Nothing mum" replied Flint "Just teasing the cuz"

   "Well don't.  I don't suppose that Misha has had to put up with boys
much.  They take some getting used to huh?" she winked at the girl.

   Misha smiled back.

   The morning was spent with quadratic equations, studies of the Masai in
Kenya and Hamlet.

   Lunch couldn't come soon enough.

   Sky had done the maths and the Shakespeare and Crissy the Masai.  The
changeovers had been slick and the boys had listened attentively
throughout. Despite her advanced tutoring Misha had struggled to keep up
with the maths but made up for it with first hand accounts of some of the
Masai ways.

   Lunch was simple affair of bread, cheese and salad leaves washed down
with spring water from the community's own well.

   The early afternoon was spent with Sully going over elements of
woodcraft and getting the four youngsters to make string from the stalks of
stinging nettles.  Then, at around 3.00 they were released.

   Misha struggled to keep pace with the boys as they whooped and yelled
their way across the valley.  She managed though and soon found herself
with a makeshift rod in hand as the four of them sought to catch that
evening's meal.

   They managed two small brown trout between them and Flint decreed that
they were too small to keep, so they returned empty handed.

   The pattern went on for several days.  Their free time was spent fishing
or carving wood or reading battered books.

   The other people living in the valley grew accustomed to the extra
youngster and Misha found herself being greeted in much the same way as her
cousins.

   For whatever reason, there were no other children of this age group. 
There were a few youngsters, under three years old, but no other teens, or
in Misha's case, close to teenage.

   A week went by and Sully suggested that they stay longer.

   Marcus looked at his daughter, she gave a slight nod and he readily
accepted the invitation.

   Each night Marcus and Misha would wander back to the camper, sleep well
and awake with the dawn.

   Marcus and Sully became firm friends with the woodsman teaching the
professor how to make charcoal, trap rabbits and carve simple objects, such
as wooden spoons.

   Misha and the boys had formal lessons every morning and then a good
degree of freedom in the afternoon and evening.

   One day Marcus asked after a long list taped to the back of the door in
Sully's shack.

   Sully laughed.

   "The women keep it there to remind me that every so often we have to go
shopping" he laughed

   "I thought you went to the village pretty often" replied Marcus

   "Can't get that stuff in the village, or if you can I can't afford it"
explained Sully "Have to make occasional trips to one of the larger towns
or cities.  Don't much like doing that" he finished

   The upshot was Marcus offering to make the journey in the camper it that
might help.

   Before Sully could rely Sky appeared from around the corner and pounced
on the idea.

   As the trip was planned that evening Marcus suddenly realised that all
the adults were going.

   "What about the kids?" he asked into the lamplight.

   Sky, Crissy and Sully all turned to him at once.

   "Should we take them with us" Marcus continued

   Sully shook his head.

   "Listen Marcus" he started "I may be their father but every adult here
is their family.  They'll be fine."

   "You're sure?"

   Sky slipped her hand over his and gave it a squeeze.

   "Misha will be watched out for too.  She's family now." She soothed.

   Two days later and the four youngsters waved as the camper pulled back
down that tight woodland lane.

   "No lessons - RESULT!" squealed Gavin

   "What shall we do?" asked Aaron

   Flint looked at Misha.

   "Reckon we should see how "good" our cuz really is" he grinned

   "What's that s'posed to mean" the girl asked

   "Fox and hounds?" Flint asked his brothers

   Aaron grinned broadly and Gavin just yelped.  "What, exactly, is fox and
hounds?" asked Misha

   "it's a game" explained Flint "You are a fox and we are hounds.  You run
and we have to track you and catch you."

   "You all know the area better than me.  Maybe somebody else should be
the fox first" Misha suggested

   Aaron laughed

   "Nope.  That won't work" he grinned "when the hounds catch the fox they
eat her."

   Misha looked a little puzzled

   Flint explained further

   "In your case, if we catch you we get to play a bit"

   "Play?"

   "We played this last year with a girl called Stacie.  She was visiting.
We caught her and stripped her" explained Gavin

   "I don't think that we sh........"

   "We'll count to 50.  If we haven't caught you by 12.00 you win.  Best
get started" said Flint looking at his watch.

   "Boys" Misha started.

   The girl looked at each of their faces in turn, saw the smiles and
turned to flee.

   Misha made her way along the ridge for a while and then slipped down the
slope under cover of some tall bracken.

   She darted left and then headed back down the valley again.  Her heart
was pounding, not, she realised, with fear but rather with excitement.

   As she ran she found herself thinking back to Eddie, stripping her in
the tractor cab, and a shudder went through her.

   Misha found herself at the edge of the stream the boys fished in.  She
ran along the bank, spotted a shallow area where the water was low and slow
and stepped in.

   Even now, on a warm summers day, the water chilled her instantly.  She
was aware of the cold seeping through her trainers and drenching her socks
and the bottom of her jeans.  Then she was at the far bank, scrambling for
a foothold.

   She was up and scrambling up the far slope when she heard them hollering
as they screamed down the valley behind her.  Misha ducked right and found
another stand of tall bracken which she used for cover as she climbed
higher.

   She heard, or at least thought she heard, the boys splashing through the
water before focussing on the steepening climb ahead of her.

   Suddenly a rough path appeared running left to right through the bracken
and she turned quickly, following the path left along a gentler incline. 
Misha scoured the valley below her for signs of pursuit.  Worryingly, she
could see nor hear anything of the hounds.

   The path turned right again and went steeply up for some time.  Then,
suddenly, it levelled out and Misha could see it disappear between a rocky
outcrop just ahead.

   The girl made for the gap and had to turn sideways to fit between the
rocks.  She pushed through the thin foliage and burst into a small steep
sided clearing.

   It was like being in some kind of giant pit.

   "Slate quarry" explained a voice from behind her.

   Misha spun to face three grinning boys.

   "We found this place a couple of years ago.  Nobody comes here but us"
smiled Flint as he advanced towards the girl.

   Misha looked at the floor but stood her ground.  She looked downwards
until she could see three pairs of muddy boots facing her.  Then she looked
up.

   One by one she met their gaze.  The strong urge to fight and flee was
readily countered by the memories of the Eddie induced orgasms and the more
recent touch left by Matt.

   "So are you a good girl?" asked Flint

   "Sometimes" she gulped.

   Misha closed her eyes as the onslaught began.

   Hands fumbled with her breasts through her thin tee shirt, other hands
grappled wither denim clad groin and still more squeezed and pummelled her
tight buttocks.

   Her fleece was peeled from her shoulders, her tee shirt rose and she put
her arms up so that Flint could tug it over her head and away.  Her bra
followed quickly and she gasped at his clumsy touch on her nipples.

   Aaron gripped the waistband of her jeans, unsnapped the poper and
lowered the zipper.  He started to shove her jeans down.

   "Wait" she gasped breathlessly.  The three boys gave ground and watched
as the girl kicked off her trainers before smiling an invitation to
continue.

   "Sweet" hissed Aaron as Gavin completed the task of removing her jeans
and panties.

   Misha parted her legs as fingers probed her body.  She gasped as the
boys did the right things, she sighed when they went wrong.

   Soon the trio had worked out her messages.  Flint stood behind her,
supporting her weight whilst twisting and tugging on her swollen, reddened
nipples whilst Aaron plunged two fingers in and out of her dripping pussy
and Gavin shouted encouragement from the side.

   Misha followed the build up of tensions within her small body.  She
added to them with memories and she waited for Aaron to strike.

   It wasn't Aaron in the end.

   Whilst the two older boys continued with their welcome ministrations, it
was Gavin who slipped forward and gently rubbed her protruding clit between
thumb and forefinger.

   Misha squealed her appreciation.  Grunted her thanks and vibrated from
top to toe as the long awaited orgasm ripped through her.

   The boys half carried the near unconscious girl to a rare area of sparse
grass.  They lay her down and, whilst she lay in post orgasmic bliss, they
explored her thoroughly.

   Finally, when she allowed herself to resurface, her eyes spied three
naked boys grinning down at her.

   Each sported its own unique erection.

   Misha clambered to her knees and took the two largest erections in her
hands.

   Flint and Aaron groaned their appreciation.

   Gavin met her eyes, smiled at the invitation when she licked her lips
and edged forward so that she could just about reach out and taste him.

   "Shit!" the youngest brother exclaimed as her tongue swept over the tip
of his erection for a third time and he sprayed his seed over her face.

   "Do me" hissed Flint

   Mishe turned her head and took the tip of his cock between her lips. 
She swirled her tongue around the head and felt him buck once before he
too, emptied his load.  This time a good quantity slipped unseen down her
throat.  The balance joined the mess on her face as she turned to Aarons
groin.

   Aaron lasted no longer than his brothers, filling Misha's mouth with hot
translucent protein before sitting down with a thump.

   The boys sat and watched as she dressed quietly.  All three noticed that
she left her bra and panties folded neatly on a rock.

   Finally, she turned to face her three naked cousins.

   "I need to wash my face before lunch." She explained as she slipped
between the narrow foliage filled gap and out of sight.

   The boys scrambled into their clothes and rushed after her.

   They found her, kneeling by the river bank, washing the encrusted jism
from her face and hair.  They waited for her to finish and then headed back
to the shacks waving happily to anybody that saw them.

   After lunch the boys offered to clean up.  Misha slipped away unnoticed.

   She was waiting for them in the quarry though.  Her jeans, tee shirt and
fleece folded neatly alongside the bra and panties that she had left behind
before lunch.

   Each of the boys fingered her to orgasm that afternoon.  Each of them
took turns to filled her mouth and each of them asked if she would "play"
again.

   The return home that evening was slower than normal.  The boys were
tired.  Misha was tired and a little sore.

   Over the evening meal Misha raved about the places the boys had taken
her and the things that they had showed her.  Marcus beamed, Sully beamed,
two mothers beamed.

   End of Part 4