Date: Tue, 12 Jul 2011 13:05:15 -0600
From: applesandpears@hushmail.com
Subject: A Little Revolution 9: Jenny

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CHAPTER NINE-JENNY


Jenny was breathing heavily, napping as she laid on top of her father,
belly to belly, her warm weight like a heavy blanket, her head on his
chest, her breath tickling his left nipple. Both she and her da were in
that semi-sleep state where they could hear themselves softly snoring.

Sprawled out on the soft king size bed of the rented villa, the
air-conditioned coolness fighting off the afternoon's heat that radiated
from the double French doors, they had dozed off. Despite their
semi-conscious state, her daddy's cock was still erect, still buried in her
warm, tight tunnel, still filling her with a soft satisfying ache. They
liked to fall asleep like this, both of them, connected in flesh to one
another.

Sean came up out of his dream state and ran his right hand down Jenny's
narrow, smooth back, feeling the tightness the morning's sun had given her
flawless skin. Jenny could feel where he traced his fingertips, her
slightly sunburned flesh throbbing slightly at the touch of her daddy's big
hands. Sean's hand fell naturally to her ass and his middle finger slid
between her cheeks, making gentle contact with her tight puckered pink
ring. Jenny shuddered to the surface of sleep, coming awake with the cool
sensation of her daddy's touch on her sensitive anal ring as he gently
massaged the little valve, until she moved a bit and turned her head up to
look at her father with her big blue eyes.

"Let's finish, Daddy."

The eleven-year-old girl lifted herself up with her hands on her daddy's
broad hard chest and sat back, his cock driving up a little further into
her immature womb. God it felt good. She stretched her arms and gave a
yawn, which she covered with a fist, but it didn't keep her dad from
following with a giant chest-heaving yawn of his own. Jenny loved seeing
her daddy yawn like a big old bear and let out a little giggle, then
started pushing up with her thighs, pumping her crotch up and down on his
stiff dick. Sean reached down and slid his fingers to the junction of their
sexes and found her hard little clit, pressing it against his meat as her
little pussy stretched to take him, forcing it against his shaft as Jenny
slid up and down. 'Oh fuck', she thought as a concentrated burst of
pleasure wiped over her, and she let out a little squeal and threw back her
neck. An orgasm ripped through her body, every muscle in her slim boyish
frame convulsing for a brief second. With his free hand Sean reached up,
running his fingers along her smooth flat chest until he squeezed one puffy
nipple, then another. His other finger continued to work over her little
nubbin, and she soon came again, drawing breath noisily between her teeth
as a tremor of spasms ran from the top of her head down the line of her
smooth, sharp jaw and long, graceful neck, across her slim tight torso and
down her firm thighs, finishing itself in her curled toes. Putting his
hands on her hips her daddy lifted his little sunshine up and slammed her
down hard on his fat cock a few times, his heavy daddy balls pulling up as
he shot off a load of thick cream deep inside her throbbing child's
cunt. Jenny loved the sensation of the sudden slickness as her dad's tool
was lubed up with cum. She could feel the liquid running out of her, back
down her daddy's dick. Her whole body gave another delicious shudder and
she reached down with an expert flick of her index finger, twanging her
little lit for one last explosion of sexual energy. Then the heat melted
out of her as it always did.

Sean rolled Jenny onto her side facing her and slowly pulled his fading
erection from her slot. A dribble of cum ran down her tanned thigh,
tickling her. This was a special time, a hot summer afternoon. All the rest
of the family was still down at the beach and she had a free moment with
her daddy all to herself, no annoying brothers or even Summer or her mom to
distract him. She looked into his handsome face as he closed his eyes for a
minute. She could hear his heartbeat slowing.

"It's not fair, daddy". Jenny had wanted to talk to her father about it,
her sense of injustice building over the last several days.

"Life's not fair, baby, but what unfairness are you talking about?"

"Conor got to fuck that boy at the lake in Italy. And he does it with kids
at school, too. He told me. He even has condoms. It's not fair."

"Well, yes. Conor did fuck that American boy, but your mom and I didn't
know about it, or about the condoms. Did he tell you who he's fucked at
school?"

"He said he did it with a girl and with other boys. He did it with Pascal!"
Jenny had had a crush on Conor's friend from rugby, Pascal, for some time,
and the thought of her brother making him cum was too much for her. She was
jealous, even if that wasn't what she knew to call it.

"Did he? Well, that was against the rules, you know".

"Well why don't you punish him! I told you I wanted to fuck that boy who
works at the motorcycle garage in the village and you told me absolutely
not!"

"Jenny, baby, that boy is sixteen. He's got a girlfriend. His uncle is the
priest. It would have been very unwise. Conor, well Conor is getting
older. He's in the public school, like you will be the year after
next. He's going to start having sex with other people."

"It's not fair! What if I meet a boy I want to fuck, like here at the
resort? What if he's even my age? Can I do it too?"

"Jenny, it's not safe."

"I'm getting older. It's my turn too."

Her daddy let out a long sigh, the kind that signaled his exasperation. He
looked at her, and leaned over and gave her a kiss.

"Here's what I'll do. If you find a boy you think you might like to fuck,
then you come to me and your mum and tell us about it. We will look into it
and decide if it's ok for you to approach him. But under no circumstances
are you to tell anyone that you have sex with your family. Do you
understand, Jenny?'.

The girl looked up into her daddy's stern face. She knew that that was the
best she was going to get. Hopefully her parents wouldn't ruin it, as
parents so often did.

"Ok daddy. I understand."

"Good baby, now go wash out on the bidet before we go back to the beach."

"Do I have to, daddy?"

"We can't have you walking down the street with cum running down your
thigh, baby doll."

* * *

It was the weekend, and the resort had filled to the brim, locals and
Italians coming down for a day or two, plus families streaming in from all
over Europe to start their vacations. Jenny and her daddy walked through
the busy little lanes, past the rental villas and the caravans, Jenny
attracting an occasional appreciative glance from some of the boys and men,
while Sean made eye contact with a few of the women, several of whom
unabashedly took in his large daddy's hanging dangle, which even in its
deflated state was impressive enough.

Down at the beach, the sand was crowded with people. The Murphys staked out
their place early and set up a generous awning before anyone was around,
but now naturist couples and families crowded in from side to side, and
Jenny and her father picked their way carefully through the crowd, trying
not to track sand on anyone's blankets. Fifteen or so meters out in the
clear, almost colorless water, there floated an anchored wooden platform,
and the twins were out on it with a bunch of other kids, climbing up and
repeatedly throwing themselves into the water.  A few feet to the right was
a short cement pier, maybe twenty meters, that jutted out into the water.

Jenny's mum was laying naked under the awning reading a book, some trendy
French novel. On one side of her was Summer and on the other little Benji,
both fast asleep on their bellies in the shade, their little legs thrown
askew, their increasingly tanned asses spread out in sleep, their sexes
peeking out from underneath.

"Where's Conor?" Jenny asked.

Clara nodded in the direction of the pier.

"Trying to catch a fish. He thinks he will feed us all dinner."

Jenny wandered up onto the pier, the heat of the warm cement radiating up
through her sandals. At the end, Conor leaned belly-first against the
railing, his little telescoping fishing rod in his hands, the line bobbing
out in the water. He was talking animatedly with another boy who was also
fishing next to him. Jenny took one look at the other boy and felt her
pussy squeeze in an involuntary spasm of desire. The boy was stunning,
absolutely beautiful. Slimmer then her brother with his wide shoulders,
rugby player's thighs, and oversized feet and cock, this other boy was
still incredibly well developed, a popped out little chest leading down a
cascade of perfectly defined abs to his nicely flared hips. He was much
darker then Conor; in some distant past generation there was a trace of
African influence, judging by his softly curled coal dark hair, broad cute
nose, and full lips. However, he had some of the lightest blue eyes she'd
ever seen. Jenny couldn't tell where he was from, but she didn't care. He
was incredible.

By far the boy's best feature, as he leaned against the railing holding his
fishing rod, his long neck craned to the left to talk to Conor, was his
ass. Even Jenny would admit her brother had a cute butt, but this other
boy, his belonged in a museum. His backside was perfectly round, high and
tight, sticking out from his back and thighs in a natural sphere. He was
uniformly bronze all over, with just the very slightest impression of a
slip-shaped tan line left across his wide hips. The boy was the color of a
perfect caramel, and only between his firm cheeks did you catch a trace of
white, down where the sun doesn't shine, even on a naturist beach.

Jenny thought he looked younger then her brother, more about her age. He
had no evident body hair, but his dick was a nice, long, uncut plump little
sausage, and he looked as though his balls had dropped. He was just on the
cusp of puberty, about where Conor had been last year. He was talking to
Conor in French. The boy spoke politely with the high sing-song accent of
an upper class Parisian. He might not look it, but he was all French, that
was sure. Jenny approached the two and stood there, feeling a bead of
moisture that threatened to run down the inside of her thigh. Finally she
caught her brother's attention and gave him her best "tell me who this is"
face. Conor scrunched up his nose and scratched his chin, as if
considering. Jenny looked at him impatiently. Conor liked his sister
though, and didn't really mind her moving in on his new friendship. He was
sure that she was seeing the same thing he was seeing in the boy.

"Hey Jenny. this is Paulo. He's French."

Paulo looked over, noticing the girl for the first time. His full dark red
lips parted into a smile, revealing his straight, brilliant white teeth. He
nodded his head in the casual acknowledgement that kids had when meeting
someone new.

"Hey".

"Hey".

Jenny gave her brother another look. He frowned briefly and then went on.

"He lives in Paris and he has a Playstation 3 and we like all the same
bands and he's on a swim team."

"Oh, cool. I'm on the swim team too, at home."

"Yeah? Conor said he had two sisters. I've only got one. And a brother."

"You're lucky. I've got five brothers and sisters."

"Are you here with your family, Paulo?"

"Yes. My mum and dad and my little sister and brother. They are over
there." The boy waved back towards the crowded beach.

Paulo smiled politely. It was obvious that he was a bit uncomfortable
talking to the girl. Maybe he was new to nudism, or maybe he was just
concentrating on not getting a boner. Either way, Jenny found his fit of
shyness incredibly adorable. After an awkward moment he held up his fishing
rod.

"Conor is helping teach me his fishing techniques. I've only fished once
before."

"Yeah, Conor's really good with his rod."

Her brother shot her an angry look. He just knew that Jenny was going to
blow his chance to make a move on the boy. He was having to concentrate
himself to keep his own randy cock in line. If he looked down at Paulo's
ass he was sure it would pop right up to attention.

"Have you caught anything" Jenny asked, looking at the empty bucket at the
boy's feet.

"No, nothing yet."

Conor looked over at his sister. "I think there is too many people
around. They must be scaring the fish."

"Well maybe you should work on your technique".

Paulo could sense the sibling tension and spoke up to break it.

"Do you fish, Jenny?"

"She only fishes for tuna". Conor smiled at his own joke. She hated it when
he did that.

"Whatever. Good luck Paulo. You'll need it, my brother sucks at fishing."

With that parting shot Jenny spun on her heel and walked off in a
huff. Sometimes her brother made her crazy. She went back to the beach and
laid down on the blanket next to her parents and her little brother and
sister. She put her sunglasses on to work on her tan, but she kept thinking
of Paulo and her pussy kept flexing every time she did. She had to be
careful not to reach down and start frigging herself thinking about that
perfect brown ass.

Jenny dozed for a while, but she was awakened by a startled cry and a
commotion. Blinking her eyes against the sun, she could see her mother
running off in the direction of the cement pier as a high-pitched yell
reverberated across the beach. It was the sound of a hurt and panicked
child.  "Mom!" She heard Conor yell. She got up and started running down
the pier after her mother.

At the end of the pier, Conor was bent over his friend Paulo, who had
fallen to his knees and was clutching the side of his face.

"The fishhook" Conor offered in a panicked voice.

Clara grabbed the boy and pulled his hands away from his face.

"Spread your towel."

Conor spread his beach towel out on the hot cement and Clara laid the boy
down, bending over him and examining his face closely.

"Sean, hold down his wrists."

Jenny's dad knelt at the boy's head and carefully took Paulo's slim wrists
from his wife, holding them back from the boy's attempt to move his hands
back to his face. Jenny could see exactly what had happened. He must have
tugged hard on a snagged fishing line; the line had flung back, and one of
the hooks had caught in the boy's eye.

Clara looked up at her oldest son. "Conor, my bag."

He took off with a bolt, running as fast as his thirteen year old legs and
ass could pump, to fetch his mother's medical bag from the villa. Clara
spoke softly to the boy in French.

"Be brave, it will be fine, I'm a doctor and I fix this kind of thing all
the time. Relax your hands, it will be all right."

Jenny didn't want to look but she made herself. She could see that the
barbed hook had gone into the skin of the boy's light blue and white
eyeball, the tip curving up and poking back out, the barb resting back on
the surface. Her mom would have to cut off the tip of the hook and pull it
back through. Conor arrived at the same time as a couple pushed through the
crowd that had gathered. The man and woman rushed forward, concern flashing
across their face. Sean spoke to them.

"This is your son?"

"Yes" answered the man.

"My baby!" exclaimed the woman in an accented French "What has
happened?"

"There's been a little accident. He's caught a fishhook in his eye."

"Oh god!" The woman gasped. Jenny noticed that she was a tall, beautiful
Latina, with a long mane of thick black hair and large, high breasts with
massive nipples. She wore a sarong around her hips, and crouched down next
to the boy on the other side of Jenny's mom.

"Listen, my wife, she is a doctor, an emergency pediatrician to be
exact. She knows exactly what to do. Please, let her have the space to
work."

Paulo's dad came around and put a hand on his wife's shoulder, pulling her
back a bit. He was a handsome guy, maybe a little over thirty, with
classically French features and a slight but well developed smoothly shaved
build. He crouched next to his wife, his not unremarkable uncut cock
dangling forgotten between his thighs.

"Let her work, Gaby."

Clara had taken a pair of tweezers from her bag after Conor returned in a
huff, tweezers with a pinched flat space for cutting at their base. She
spoke with authority to the mother.

"Hold him by his chin and the top of his head, and don't let him move."

The woman did as my wife asked. Clara then, in a few quick and sure
movements, used the tool to clip off the barbed head of the hook and pass
the remainder back through the way it had come. The boy let out a startled
cry and tried to blink, but Clara held back his eyelid.

"Conor, the white tape."

Conor passed her the tape, after thoughtfully pulling the end open. Clara
taped the boy's eyelid open and reached in for a patch, that she then taped
over it.

"Ok. I think it's going to be fine, but we need to take him to a hospital,
to see a specialist. He may need a stitch in his eye. I think it only
penetrated the surface though."

"A hospital?" said Paulo's father.

"Yes. I'd suggest we take him to Trieste. I will come with you, to make
sure everything goes well."

Jenny could see the relief on the man's face.

"Gaby" he spoke in his strong Parisian accent. "You must stay here with the
other children."

"But no! We will bring them!"

"No, it will just worry them."

"You have how many?" Clara asked.

"Two."

"My husband can watch them."

Sean nodded in agreement.

"Sean, take the boy."

Jenny picked Paulo up as his father ran ahead. At the end of the pier,
Paulo's mother gathered her other two children off the beach, a girl of
maybe ten, and a boy of about seven. In a moment Paulo's father appeared
behind the wheel of a long grey BMW sedan. He had taken a second to get
dressed. He helped Sean stretch the boy out in the back seat, and Clara,
taking her swimsuit and cover-up from her beach bag that Conor had brought
her, slipped into her clothes and climbed in next to the boy's
head. Paulo's father turned to Sean and extended his hand.

"I'm Jean-Claude de la Valette. I owe you and your wife for this."

"It's nothing, it's what she does for a living. And I'm glad to help."

"You are English?"

"Irish, and Clara is Dutch. She's a very good doctor, your son is in the
best hands."

"I will find a way to make it up to you."

Jean-Claude explained to the younger girl and boy that they would be coming
with Jenny's dad, and that they were to be very grown up and listen to
everything he said. With that they were gone.

"Ok kids, I think that's enough excitement for one day. Let's pack it in."
Jenny's dad exclaimed, trying to sound calm for the kids. Jenny walked up
between the girl and the boy, taking each in one hand.

"Hi, I'm Jenny. I'll take you back to our villa."

The girl smiled at Jenny, and she noticed that she was just as breathtaking
as her big brother.

* * *

Back at the villa the kids lined up and took their outdoor showers. The two
Valette children were in the mode of their older brother; slim, dark copper
bodies; black, slight curls of hair; long, pretty limbs; almost comically
full red lips; and on each, boy and girl alike, a round, high, firm
ass. They were both cute as puppies and naturally sexy. Jenny stood under
the shower admiring Marie-Claire's smooth slick form under the water. She
was like a wet seal.

The boy, Nathan (pronounced with the hard French T) had started a video
game with the twins and Benji, all four of them spread out on the floor in
front of the big telly, their perfect little asses spread out nonchalantly
while Jenny's dad fixed dinner.

Jenny and Summer went back to their room with Marie-Claire. Marie-Claire
wanted to try on some of their clothes, since she had had none of hers with
her at the beach.

"Your brother is hot" Marie-Claire offered up as they were trying on
different outfits in front of the mirrored closet doors. "He's got a cute
ass. Plus a big one for his age." Summer giggled at the observation. Jenny
suddenly felt the pressure to be as forward as her new friend.

"Yeah, well, Paulo's cute too. I think his ass is even nicer then Conors."

"So you think your brother has a nice ass then" Marie-Claire smirked while
giving Jenny a knowing look.

"Um, not as nice as your brother."

"You should tell him that." Marie-Claire moved her eyes up and down over
Jenny's half-dressed body. "He'd like you. You're hot." Jenny felt her
pussy tingle at her friends evaluation. She usually had to act so modest
around girls outside her family. It was thrilling to meet a girl,
especially a sexy one like Marie-Claire, who seemed almost as frank as she
was at home.

"I hope Paulo is ok" piped up little Summer, as the rolled a sock up her
skinny tanned thigh. Marie-Claire dismissed her concern with a typical
French shrug.

"Paulo is always getting hurt. He broke his wrist skateboarding last
summer. The winter before he smashed into a tree when we were skiing at
Gstad and broke his nose. He doesn't know his own limits. He'll try
anything once." Marie-Claire gave Jenny another look hinting at a hidden
message. The thought made a bead of perspiration form between her
legs. Just then her dad called them out to dinner.

The girls came out, dressed up in the clothes they had rummaged
together. All three were wearing little pink panties and thigh high socks,
and they had each put on some kind of top. Jenny sported a normally unused
top half of her bikini across her flat chest, Summer had put on a thin
little windbreaker over her bare skin but left it unzipped, and
Marie-Claire had squeezed into a little cropped grey t-shirt of Summer's
that came to barely below her nipples. All three girls were now sporting
lipstick, liberally applied, and Jenny tottered in wearing a pair of her
mother's shoes with a three-inch heel. The twins, Benji and Nathan all
roared in laughter, though Conor was sitting silently, sulking at the other
end of the table, barely touching his food. He was apparently still upset
over what had happened earlier. Marie-Claire walked over and tenderly
kissed him on his cheek.

"Don't worry, Paulo is super-tough. He'll be fine.

Conor looked up at her with gratitude in his eyes, and then took her in, as
if seeing her for the first time. Jenny could tell that he liked what he
saw, this junior female version of his new boycrush.

After eating Jenny's dad put in a DVD of Monsters vs. Aliens for the kids
and stretched out on the large couch. Conor came in and slid in between
Jenny and her dad, wearing a pair of white rugby shorts that made his tan
look even darker. He laid down and stretched out, his cool, muscular back
against his father's chest, as his dad slipped his arm around his side and
hugged him close. Jenny could hear them talking softly to each other.

"What's wrong, stud?" Sean whispered in his slightly sunburned ear.

"Nothing."

"You know you can't lie to your Da. I know when something's wrong."

Conor shifted uncomfortably, and let out a little sigh.

"It was my hook."

"Your hook?"

"My fishhook. I thought I had caught something big, so I tugged it hard,
and the line flew out and that's when the hook caught Paulo."

"Oh. It sounds like you had a freak accident, Conor. Don't blame
yourself. You learned a lesson, but it wasn't your fault. It was an
accident."

"I know, it's just... I don't want him to be mad at me."

"Paulo?"

"Yeah."

Sean hugged his boy even closer.

"You like him a lot, don't you?"

"Do you think he'll hate me?"

"I don't know, son. But I'll tell you what, there's no use in worrying
about what you can't control. When they get back, you'll say your sorry,
and the rest will be up to him. Either way, don't blame yourself. It was an
accident. It's how we learn to be more careful."

"Thanks dad."

Next to Jenny. Marie-Claire was fidgeting. She whispered in Jenny's
ear. "This is a little kids movie".

"I know."

"Lets go to your room."

Summer followed the two girls back down the hall like the needy little
sister she was, never wanting to be left out. All three of the girls
sprawled on the larger of the two beds in the room. Jenny's mac laptop was
laying on the bed and Marie-Claire grabbed it and opened it.

"I bet you have some better movie on this" Marie-Claire said, doing a
search into the spotlight window for .mpg files. "Don't!" Jenny exclaimed,
trying to take the computer back, but Marie-Claire snatched it away from
her.

"Ooh la la, what's this? Marie-Claire had found the dozens of favorite
porno clips that Jenny had on her computer. She clicked on one of the files
and a film started playing, a clip with two fit young lads and a curvy
big-titted girl. One of them was fucking her while sucking the other guy's
hard cock.

"So you like boys with boys too, heh Jenny?" Marie-Claire licked her full
lips, smearing a bit of the lipstick they had put on for dinner.

"Of course, it's hot" Jenny replied. She wouldn't be out-slutted by this
little half-Brazilian lynx.

"How about girls with girls?"

"Yeah."

"Marie-Claire let the laptop slide from her lap and crawled across the bed,
until her face was inches from Jenny. She stared in her eyes, and then
stuck her tongue in Jenny's mouth. The two girls wrestled with their lips
for a minute, feeling each other out.

"My turn!" piped up little Summer. Marie-Claire laughed. "You like to play
this game too, sweetie?" Marie-Claire gave the little girl, almost eight
years old, her own wet tongue kiss. While she was doing so she reached down
under the lip of her little pink panties and started frigging
herself. Jenny's own panties were wet. She bent over and pulled the
ten-year-old's panties down and started licking her tight little
slit. Marie-Claire purred in pleasure. "You girls go all the way, eh?"

"We sure do" Jenny replied defiantly. Next thing she knew, she and
Marie-Claire were in a 69, tongues lapping, while Summer played with her
immature pussy next to them, watching with fascination. Jenny was very
turned on by the thought that she was breaking the family's number one
rule, right there down the hall from her daddy. As Jenny's tongue worked
over her hard little nubbin, she felt the orgasm tear threw her, but that
didn't slow her down as she ate her new friend out.

"I'm totally telling Dad!"

Her little brother Hans was standing in the doorway, alone without his
shadow for once.

"You aren't supposed to do it with other people!" Hans made as to turn and
go back down the hall.

"Wait a second" Marie-Claire piped up. "Come here". Hans stepped gingerly
into the room. He was naked, and his thin little uncut cock was semi-hard,
and seemed to be rising.

"Which one are you?"

"I'm Hans" the twin announced. He was always annoyed when people couldn't
tell him and Jens apart. Most people outside the family
couldn't. Marie-Claire climbed up off the bed, pulling off her little pink
panties. She was still wearing the tight little grey crop top.

"It's my fault Hans. I didn't know you had a rule in your family. In my
family, we can fuck whoever we want." The sexy little girl reached out and
wrapped her hot little hand around the boy's growing bone. "And I want to
fuck you."

Marie-Claire lead the boy back to the bed. She pushed him back onto his
back as his sisters watched in surprise. With a few quick flicks of her
wrist the boy was hard, and she climbed up and straddled him. He let out a
sigh as she started up, grinding her hips back and forth.

"Do it like that" Hans said.

Further up the bed, Summer started licking her sister's now-dripping
cunt. They fell naturally into a 69. They normally took this position every
night before they went to bed, frequently falling asleep with their faces
buried in each other's warm pink crotches. Soon they were well lost in
their licking, though Jenny was peeking out and watching her little brother
fuck the new girl. She rode Hans for a while before she spoke up.

"Do you think your daddy will fuck me?" she asked in her singsong little
girl Parisian accent, speaking to Jenny, who had taken her face out from
between her sister's thighs. "I'd like to do it with your daddy and my
daddy. Paulo and my daddy do me two at a time, but Paulo's not that big
yet."

Jenny thought about the question for a minute. "My dad says we're not
supposed to do it with anyone but each other. I don't know."

"You only do it with your brothers and sisters? Really?"

"And mum and dad, of course."

"Wow."

"You do sex with other people too?" Jenny asked, perking up at the idea.

"Yeah, lots."

Little Summer stood up, crawled over, and placed her feet on either side of
Hansje's head and offered Marie-Claire her little fleshy slit. Marie-Claire
immediately started tonguing the tight tiny sex. After a minute she pulled
off and looked over at Jenny, who had spread her legs and was frigging
herself hard, three fingers thrust into her snatch.

"You're so lucky to have a sister. I wish my mum and dad would have a baby
sister for me. I'd lick her pussy every night."

"You have cute brothers" Jenny offered.

"Yeah, but boys can be such spazzes."

"Hey!" Hans objected.

"Not you" Marie-Claire purred you are too cute. I love twins. I wish your
brother was here too."

"You've done twins before?" Summer asked, obviously in awe of this
sophisticated older woman.

Marie-Claire giggled. "Yeah, but they were only seven, like you. Your
brothers are way better. This one really knows how to fuck."

"We give them lots of practice" offered Jenny, proudly.

"Conor too?"

"Of course. Conor is always horny."

Mmmm..." moaned Marie-Claire, "He's delicious. I'd like to ride him."

"He'd do it, but I bet he'd like to ride your brother even more."

"Oh. Well Paulo's up for cock as well. He loves boys like your brother. You
know, strong looking, sporting. Boys with big feet and cocks and some
pubes."

"He just started getting pubes last April."

"Then his cock is going to get bigger." Marie-Claire let out a sexy little
giggle.

"It will be like daddy's" little Summer offered.

"Lucky boy." At this, all three girls broke into a fit of childish
laughter. Jenny had a thought.

"You said 'lots'".

"Lots of what?"

"That you did sex with lots of people. Who?"

"Well..." Marie-Claire considered. "Just friends. I'm not supposed to talk
about it." Jenny considered that. Apparently the Valettes had their own
secrets.

The kids were interrupted by the sounds of commotion down the hall. The
rest of the two families were back from the hospital. Hans thumped up into
Marie-Claire a few more times and finished off with his dry orgasm, then
rolled out from under her, running down the hall with his erection
fading. The girls straightened up and followed him, not bothering to put
the little pink panties back on. They were all wet anyway.

Clara came in, followed by Jean-Claude and Gaby de la Valette. They had
Paulo with them. The boy was wearing a white gauze patch over his eye, held
in place by a black eye patch. Jenny looked at the family with new eyes,
knowing that they were like her family. They were a ridiculously sexy
couple, a ridiculously sexy family.

"How's our pirate then?" Sean joked.

"He has to wear the patch for a week." Clara offered. He'll be fine
though. No damage to the retina, it just went through the very outer layer
of the eyeball."

"Thank god."

"I can't swim for a week" they boy offered glumly.

Conor had gotten up from the couch and padded over.

"Paulo, I'm sorry man. I didn't mean to hit you in the eye with my line
like that."

Sean exchanged a look with Jean-Claude. I could tell he had already heard
the story from his son. He wasn't surprised.

"It was an accident Conor. It wasn't your fault. I should have ducked."
Paulo had obviously thought these words out on the way back from the
hospital, judging from the way they poured out. It was obvious that all
would be well between them.

"Well then. Dinner. I've saved you all a plate" Dad piped up.

"No" Gaby offered "You've already done enough."

"Nonsense, you must be starved."

Jean-Claude and her father fell into conversation, as Gaby and Clara
chatted across the kitchen. Paulo and Conor slipped away to his room, after
an admonition from Clara that the boy was not to touch his
bandage. Jean-Claude filled Sean in on their background as Jenny listened
quietly. She was very interested in the Valettes now. They lived in Paris
in the 14eme, where he was a lawyer. Gaby was indeed Brazilian, and they
had met when she was a high school exchange student. They spent their
summers in a number of different naturist camps and resorts, having tried
everything from Montalivet to Cap d'Agde to Corsica, but this was their
third year visiting the Dalmatian coast, and they loved it. Jean-Claude was
intelligent and funny and cynical in the natural French way, and he and her
father discussed the execrable state of politics, the best cheese shop in
Paris, our mutual hatred of religion, the current Blake exhibit at the
Grand Palais, and the perfidy of the English national rugby team. He had
been to Galway as a student, and the two talked of the charms and horrors
of small town Ireland while Jenny laid her head on the cool
table. Jean-Claude asked her father where he had met Clara.

"At a, um, party in Amsterdam when she was fifteen."

He didn't bat an eye, just gave me a wicked little smile.

"What were you doing in Amsterdam?"

"Getting the fuck out of Ireland."

"You're an honest man."

"Why not?"

After a while, Jean-Claude and Gaby made their excuses. Jean-Claude lifted
up his sleeping, naked youngest boy in his muscular short arms, and called
for Paulo down the hall. He padded out with Conor in tow. It turned out
that they were staying in a rented villa just a block over, and Clara made
arrangements for the two families to meet up on the beach the next
morning. Jenny padded back to her bedroom. Summer was in bed, sucking on
Han's cock while Jens was wanking his own stiffy.

"Still horny Summer?"

"That was so hot Jenny! Oh my god, they do it like us!"

Jens looked up from where he was working his hard dick. "Why didn't you
come get me" he whined.

"Yeah, then maybe we could have yelled for dad to come as well. We were
doing it in secret, dummy. You know the rule."

"I should tell dad."

"You do so, and you wont ever get any more of this" Jenny replied, pulling
apart her labial lips with two fingers. "It's our secret, and we will keep
it that way. But if you are good, I'll talk to Marie-Claire. I know she'd
let you do it with her."

Jens gave a few fast, furious flicks of the wrist and came hard at the
thought.

"Now boys get out. Summer and I are going to bed."

Jenny climbed up next to her sister as the boys left. They fell naturally
back into their 69, licking each other lazily.

"What are you thinking about, Jenny?"

"I'm thinking about how I'm going to get Paulo to fuck me."

At the thought, her orgasm spasmed through her body. She rolled onto her
back and closed her eyes, with a wicked smile on her lips.