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Introduction
This story is designed to fit into events in the books of Arthur Ransome's Swallows and Amazons series. Each chapter will contain a brief summary of the story since the last chapter to let readers get their bearings.
Chapter 1.3 - Amazons on the Island
Summary
As 13-year-old Titty Walker has won the 'capture the boat' competition by sailing Amazon off the island whilst 15-year-old Nancy Blackett and her 14-year-old sister Peggy were otherwise engaged, her 15-year-old brother John has become commodore of their little fleet of two boats. The Swallows slept for most of the day after their moonlight adventures, then the day after prepared for the afternoon arrival of the Amazons who were also going to camp on the island.
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The Amazons made their camp and Peggy and Susan made dinner for them all in the evening. After dinner, they sat round the campfire talking - Nancy and Peggy of the joys of growing up in the Lakes and the freedom they had, the Walkers of their life in boarding school with their father serving in the Navy. It was even before the light was mainly being supplied by the campfire and lanterns rather than the last sunlight in the late evening sky that Roger decided he was too tired to stay up and headed for bed.
GIven the exertions of a couple of nights ago, it was not long before some of the others were also deciding that it was easiest to give into sleep. First Titty, then Peggy then, after earthing over the fire to keep it ready to spring into life the next morning, Susan headed off, leaving Nancy and John sitting on logs near the covered fire. Both being fifteen years old, they talked of common things in their lives. At a lull in the conversation, Nancy spoke up.
"You know you won the competition John?" John nodded at this. "Well, I kind of had a bit of a bet with myself. I thought I would win because I know the lake and the river so well, and didn't think there was anything you could do to beat me. As you did, there is kind of an extra prize for you and I think I can now give it to you."
Standing up, Nancy signalled to John to follow and asked if he wanted to get his prize.
They followed a path from the campsite and came up to the lighthouse tree and a fallen log. The two teenagers sat next to each other on the log, bathed in the light of the moon which was only just waning.
"So, do you want your prize now?" Nancy asked.
"Yes," John replied, "but what is it?"
Standing up, Nancy moved in front of John and pulled down her shorts and knickers.
"This," she said simply.
Nancy was not the sort of girl that John would normally have gone for. Her breasts were smaller than he would have liked, and he had never seen her without her hat on and there was no bulge under the hat suggesting that, unlike her sister, she may have just bundled all her hair under the hat. Despite his thoughts, his body had reacted instinctively, pumping his cock to full mast immediately.
"Definitely," John said through a suddenly dry mouth. "But I've never done anything with anyone before."
"I've never been with a boy either," said Nancy, "so it will be new for both of us."
Reaching forward hesitantly, John asked if he could touch Nancy.
"Of course," she replied, "how do you think this will work"
John continued reaching forward whilst, with his other hand, he undid his belt and shorts and pushed them down his legs in an attempt to give his turgid penis some relief. His right hand found Nancy's bush and his fingers quested to get to her snatch. After some fumbling, Nancy reached down and guided John's fingers towards her clit. She gasped as the first fingers other than her own touched her love button. For his part, John was relishing the sensations in his fingers - the roughness of Nancy's pubes, the bullet-hardness of her clit and damp warmness of her snatch that his fingers occasionally wandered into. John was picking up the technique that Nancy wanted him to use on her quickly and her guiding hand soon left his as she let him learn to to please a girl.
Back at the camp, Nancy's 14-year-old sister Peggy was woken by her bladder indicating an urgent need to be emptied. She got out of her sleeping bag and pulled on some shoes so that she could make her way to the place where they had dug a toilet pit. After she had relieved herself, she was going to head back to the camp and bed, but heard voices, so paused to listen.
"Is that good?" John's voice said.
"Yeah, very good," said the second voice that Peggy recognised as belonging to her sister.
"Do you want to try with your mouth?" Nancy continued.
Peggy made her way quietly through the trees towards where the voices were coming from. As she approached the clearing, she was surprised to see Nancy, naked from the waist down standing in front of John, who was propped against a tree, but leaning forward with his head buried between Nancy's legs. Shockingly to Peggy, Nancy seemed to be enjoying this when, from Peggy's experience, John was definitely not who Nancy would want to be doing this.
John was clearly doing something right, as Nancy's back was arching in pleasure. Peggy knew the ecstasy of being eaten out so was not surprised her sister enjoyed it as well. After a few minutes of this, with his right hand up under Nancy's T-shirt on her breasts and his left playing with his cock, John came up for air.
"I...I need more than this," he said. "Can we go the whole way?"
"That was the prize I promised myself I'd give you," Nancy said through panting breath.
From where she watched, Peggy saw Nancy step back, and John adjust his position so that he could pull his underwear down round his knees. His six-inch cock sprang up as it was released and Nancy moved forward to straddle John, then lower herself down onto his cock as John guided himself into her cunt.
If anything, John's cock became even harder as it entered the tight warmness of Nancy's snatch. This was something that felt so much better than his hand, and something he would forever want more of. For Nancy's part, having a real cock in her felt very different to the belaying pin she used as a dildo. John was warmer, and she could feel his cock pulsing inside her with each of his heartbeats. Suddenly, John's whole length was in Nancy as their pelvises met. Bracing herself on John's shoulders, Nancy raised herself up then slid back down John's shaft. Again and again she did this, getting into a rhythm of fucking John.
Several thoughts entered Peggy's mind as she watched. Firstly, she was unsurprised at Nancy being the one to take charge; secondly, watching John's body, she realised that she wanted to be the one in Nancy's position and thirdly a wave of jealosy at her sister - not only at what Nacncy was getting, but the fact that she was denying John to her who would actually appreciate him.
John's breathing got heavier and he moved the hand that was playing with Nancy's breasts to join with his other hand from behind her back on her hips, pulling her onto his shaft. With a huge grunt, John held Nancy against his body as his cock spasmed and shot deep inside the girl. He had thought he had cum a lot when he had jerked off the first night on the island, but this was as nothing compared to what he deposited in Nancy. His eyes rolled back and his hands dropped to his sides. Nancy had felt John's orgasm building as his cock had throbbed inside her, finishing with the warm deposit in her cunt. As John came down from his orgasmic high, she dismounted from him and settled back on the log next to him, his cum dripping slowly from her pussy.
"Wow," said John as he regained his mind, "that was amazing."
He leant over to kiss Nancy, but was rebuffed with a hand.
"You've won and taken your prize, that's all for now," Nancy told him.
Disappointed, John pulled up his underwear and shorts.
"Shall we walk back together?" John asked.
"I think I know the way," Nancy responded, "you head back."
John did as he was told, followed shortly afterwards by Peggy from her hiding place. Nancy, however, stayed behind. She used some of John's spunk that was leaking out of her to damp her fingers and moved her hand to her clit. Sex with John had not been as bad as she had expected. She had lost her bet with herself and given herself willingly to a boy. As she rubbed her clit, her thoughts turned to her sister and the taste of her pussy juices. Whilst she was masturbating herself, suddenly she found her thoughts not of Peggy, but of John's sisters. It was their moans in her mind, and their snatches she dreamt of having her tongue in.
She was lost in her reverie as her orgasm built and suddenly she was squirting over her hand. Bringing it up to her mouth, she could taste the mingled flavours of her own cunt juices and John's spunk on her fingers. Resting against the log, she allowed herself to come down from her orgasmic high whilst the liquids dripped out of her pussy. Once recovered, and the flow had abated somewhat, she pulled on her knickers and shorts and set off back for the camp.
Chapter 1.4 - Last Night on the Island
Summary
The days after the Amazons arrived on the island were wonderful. Gorgeous weather and the Amazons relationship with their uncle Jim was repaired, ending in a party on his houseboat which ended with him walking the plank for his beastliness over the earlier part of the holiday. There was even success with Titty Walker finding a manuscript which had been stolen from the houseboat. All too soon, however, it was the last night on the island, as the Walkers would be going back home the next day. There had been a stormy sunset and there was the heaviness of thunder in the air.
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The storm broke with a crash of thunder in the middle of the night, waking everyone up. Although sudden, it took a few moments to work out what was happening, and big, fat raindrops started to hit the tents. Nancy was first to react to this, making to leave the tent she shared with her sister Peggy. When asked what she was doing, Nancy responded by saying that she was going to being some wood in to keep dry, so that they would be able to light a fire in the morning. The rain at this stage was not to bad, and, in the light, you would have been able to see rains spots on Nancy's pyjama trousers (she pulled on oilskins over her top half), but she was not wet.
It was lucky that Nancy did, because not long after she got sufficient wood in the front of her tent, with another crash of thunder, the rain really arrived.
This was proper, heavy, summer storm rain, and by now there were lanterns lit in all the tents. The Swallows had a candle lamp in each of their tents, whilst the Amazons had a hurricane lantern in their larger stronger tent. There was much calling between the tents to make sure everyone was OK. The Swallows, knowing that the design of their tents made them more vulnerable to the wind and rain made ready to move, either all or some of them into the Amazon's tent.
In the end, it was John and Roger's tent that failed, luckily knocking out the candle lantern as it collapsed, though with the wet there was no risk of fire. Struggling out of the tent and into the rain, they dashed over to their sisters' tent which was holding up much better, being aligned with the wind rather than across the wind.
"Roger," John said, "you stay here with Susan, Titty come with me to the Amazon's tent"
"Why do I have to stay here?" Roger complained.
"Because you are the youngest, and Susan can look after you. I'll probably need to go to check on Swallow."
"Aye aye, sir," said a disappointed Roger, who after Titty had left the tent, took her place inside.
As soon as John knew that Roger was going to obey, he set off at a run to the Amazon's tent and quickly unlaced the front flap, allowing him and Titty access.
"Sorry we have to join you here, my tent is down, and we couldn't all fit into Susan and Titty's tent," John said as he peeled off his oilskins.
"It's no problem," replied Nancy, "there's plenty of room here, although it will be a squeeze if the other tent fails as well."
"It looked fairly secure," Titty said, "and it wasn't creaking like John's was so the ropes should be fine."
"Ropes!" exclaimed Nancy. "We need to make sure that the boat ropes aren't getting too taut."
"We could do with checking on the level of water as well," John added, "but I don't fancy going out in this again."
"It's warm rain, you'll be fine," Nancy told him. "I may change into swimmers to go down there. Oilskins may be OK but if we take a tumble or splash into the boats, we'll still get soaked."
"I've only got underwear on under my pyjamas" John said, somewhat embarrassed.
"That's no problem - it's dark and no-one will see anything. Just give me a minute to change into my swimmers."
John turned his back to give Nancy some privacy, whilst Titty squeezed into Peggy's side of the tent, perching on the end of her hay bag. The Blackett sisters had some privacy in their tent, with a canvass divider separating the back half of the tent into two sleeping areas.
"Ready," said Nancy, leaving her sleeping area dressed in her dark, one piece, swimming costume, whilst John had taken the time to strip off his pyjamas and was now dressed in just his tight, white Y-fronts. The two headed out into the rain, taking the hurricane lamp with them, leaving Titty and Peggy in the tent.
"We should get some towels out so that John and Nancy can dry out when they get back," said Titty in a surprising display of practicality.
Peggy pulled a torch from beside the hay bag that she slept on and turned it on to give some light to the tent. She very quickly pulled out her towel, then passed the torch to Titty so that the 13-year-old could hunt on Nancy's side of the tent for the older girl's towel. She found the towel quite quickly, but also, underneath, the bag where Nancy was keeping all her dirty clothes. Lying right on the top was a pair of Nancy's knickers, clearly left there from the previous day. Titty quickly reached down, took a sniff and hurriedly replaced them where she had found them before returning with the towel to Peggy.
They sat, the torch off, rain drumming on the tight fabric of the tent until a light outside the front flap and the sound of the tent being undone announced that their older siblings had returned. Titty took Nancy's towel back to her side of the tent whilst Peggy waited to offer John a towel. Nancy and John shook the water off themselves and, having crawled in through as small a gap in the lacing as possible, Nancy relaced the front flap as John attached the hurricane lantern to a hook on the ridge pole of the tent.
"Over here John," Peggy called, waving the towel, but also admiring John's body and the fact that his underwear had gone translucent in the rain.
Nancy made her way to her own side of the tent where Titty was holding the towel, and without any hint of self-consciousness once she was past the canvass divider between the two sleeping areas, pulled her swimming costume down, exposing her small breasts to Titty's gaze. Knocking her sleeping bag to one side with a foot, Nancy flopped down in front of Titty, who immediately wrapped the towel round the older girl's shoulders and gently, 'accidentally', running a hand over one of Nancy's breasts. If Nancy noticed, she didn't react. Once her top half was dry, she shifted position to sit next to Titty. It was not long before Titty complained of a dampness on her pyjama bottoms where Nancy's still wet swimming costume was in contact.
"Sorry," Nancy said, "you don't mind if I take this wet thing off do you?" She indicated her swimming costume as she said this.
Titty certainly had no objections but could only stammer some permission to Nancy as the older girl stripped totally naked.
"My pyjamas bottoms are wet now," Titty said, "do you mind if I get rid of them?"
"Go ahead," Nancy told Titty, casually moving the towel from her upper body to cover her groin and dry her lower half. Titty moved the towel from where a corner draped on her thigh and put it back on Nancy's leg, her fingers just grazing the flesh as she placed the towel and removed her hand.
"You can leave your hand," said Nancy, placing her own hand on Titty's thigh. "I won't mind, you know."
"Really?" Titty turned her head to see Nancy looking straight at her.
"Really," Nancy replied, and lent forward to place a kiss on Titty's lips.
Titty responded in two ways - firstly to place her hand boldly on Nancy's thigh and secondly to lean into Nancy's kiss and open her mouth to allow the older girl's tongue access. Nancy moved one hand up Titty's leg and into her bush whilst, with the other, she clumsily undid the buttons of Titty's pyjamas to get access to the younger girl's breasts. Encouraged by Nancy's actions, Titty moved her own hand to Nancy's snatch. It was clear immediately to the older girl that Titty would be more skilful than her brother was. Titty's hand slowly and carefully made its way up Nancy's slit to caress the older girl's clit - the first one other than her own that she had touched. It felt so similar yet so different.
As they kept kissing, Nancy moved slightly to straddle Titty just below her thighs, their cunts not quite touching as they continued to frig each other, Nancy taking the lead in moving things forward - now not just using her fingers on Titty's clit but using other fingers from the same hand to open the younger girl's pussy lips and get inside. Titty followed Nancy's example as the older girl's snatch got damper as her excitement increased. Withdrawing her hand, she tentatively licked at Nancy's juices, breaking the kiss to do so.
"Do you like the taste?" Nancy asked.
"Yes indeed," Titty responded with a coy smile.
"Lie on your side then, you will love this."
Titty did as she was told and found Nancy shifting position to lie the other way round to her. The next thing she knew was the electric feeling of Nancy's tongue stimulating her clit. Faced with Nancy's cunt, Titty responded in the same way, lapping at Nancy's swollen clit and pussy lips. Both girls lay there, savouring the taste of each other - for Nancy, the first girl other than her sister, for Titty the first girl ever. Nancy was an experienced muff muncher and Titty was soon tipped over the edge into ecstasy. As her mouth was clamped onto Nancy's cunt, there was no outlet for Titty other than into the snatch she was in. The sound Titty tried to make pushed Nancy to her own orgasm.
They surfaced, both faces covered with the pussy juice of the other. There were embraces and more kisses. Pulling the sleeping bag up and undoing the snap fasteners, Nancy suggested that they should try to sleep. They did, curled up in each other’s arms.
On the other side of the tent, Peggy had been much bolder in her approach to John. As she wrapped the towel round his waist, she reached in with one hand and gave his cock a squeeze through his sopping underwear.
"Better get you out of these wet things," she said, pulling at the waistband.
John may have been a little slow on the uptake, but his penis wasn't, swelling quickly to hardness.
"I wasn't expecting this," he said to Peggy in surprise.
"Don't you want it?"
"Of course I do!"
Peggy raised her hips to pull down the pyjamas she was wearing as a concession to practicality in the camp, along with the knickers she wore underneath. The buttons of her pyjama top soon followed. She lay back, feet together, knees apart, just waiting for John to take her. She was somewhat surprised when John started off by moving his hand through her pubic hair to find her clit and start rubbing that. The session she had seen John have with her sister must have had an effect, as she had expected him to go straight in with his cock. As John kept up his stimulation, Peggy could feel her pussy moistening. She wanted to get her hands on John's hard meat, but their relative positions meant that it was out of reach.
"Take me," Peggy begged.
John was not to be rushed, however. He kept up his masturbation of Peggy, then, changing position, moved his mouth onto her snatch. Peggy curled her fingers into the hay bag she was lying on as John's tongue danced over her clit and up and down her slit. John was enjoying the second cunt he had eaten out. Peggy tasted different to her older sister - John thought somewhat sweeter - and her reaction was much more what John wanted from a girl.
"Please," Peggy breathed to John, "I need you now!"
Giving in to both Peggy's desire and his own, John moved again, this time lining up his penis with the 14-year-old's pussy. With a gentle thrust of his hips, John entered Peggy for the first time. She gave a gasp as a jolt of pain shot through her as her virginity was lost. The pain did not last, and John thought the gasp she gave was of pleasure, not pain. What followed was pure pleasure. Knowing now what a pussy round his cock would feel like, John thought he would last longer than he did with Nancy. For her part, the first penetration was enough to send Peggy over the edge and her vagina squeezed John's cock as her orgasm overtook her. John kept thrusting - being on top giving him the ability to do so, unlike when Nancy had mounted him the previous night.
As well as filling her cunt, John was also playing with Peggy's pert breasts and, in response to Peggy's urging (quite unlike her sister's reluctance) moved in to kiss her. All the stimulation that Peggy was getting was pushing her towards her second orgasm of the night. As the sensation built, Peggy started to clamp her cunt round John's cock as it thrust into her. This began to overstimulate John, and the thought in his head that this was going to be the second virginity he had taken that holiday took him over the edge and he unloaded his balls into Peggy, savouring the liquid sensation around his penis. The extra hard thrusts John was giving as he emptied himself into her cunt sent Peggy into her second orgasm - pushing her hips forward to get John in as deep as she could at the end.
The teens collapsed, spent onto the sleeping bag that was lying on top of the hay bag. Peggy's sleeping bag, of the same design as Nancy's, already had the fasteners undone and, as their bodies cooled, she suggested they get under. It didn't take long for either to fall asleep.
John woke in the morning, his morning wood pressing into Peggy's naked buttocks, his arm around her torso, hand brushing against her breasts. The rain had stopped at some point whilst they had been asleep. Reluctantly moving from under the sleeping bag and eliciting an unconscious groan from Peggy as he did so, John got up and dressed in his underwear, pyjamas, and oilskins. He heard movement from Nancy and Titty's side of the tent but, assuming this was just them waking up, he headed outside to retrieve any dry clothes he could from the collapsed remains of his own tent. Luckily, he had had the foresight to pack his clothes in waterproof sacks, so there were some dry things. He also pulled out Roger's clothes bag and left it next to the tent his brother was sharing with Susan. No-one else being up, he quickly changed outside and went back to Nancy and Peggy's tent.
Opening the flap to go back in, he saw two things. To the left, Peggy was sitting up and making urgent shushing motions to John whilst to the right, Nancy and Titty, the covers thrown back, were kidding each other, their legs entwined, each with a hand in the other's pussy. Moving quietly, John got back to Peggy and gave her a quick kiss. Once it was obvious that the two girls on the other side of the tent had finished, John exaggeratedly called out saying that they should get up. It was none too soon, as 12-year-old Roger was soon shouting outside the tent wondering if they were up yet. Unwilling, all four occupants rose, dressed as necessary, and went outside into the gloriously fresh day.