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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.
2.1 Shipwrecked Mariner
Summary
A year has passed since the Walker family went to the Lakes and met the Blacketts. During the past year, there have been many letters exchanged between Nancy Blackett and Titty Walker and between Peggy Blackett and John Walker. The Walkers are now on a return visit during the summer holiday. Nancy (aged 16) has let them know that she, along with her 15-year-old sister Peggy won't be able to join the camp on the island due to the visit of a strict great aunt who likes to have the two girls under her eye the whole time she is visiting. They do, however, manage to get a couple of days free. On the first day, the meet up at a beach on the lake shore and agree to return the next day.
On their return visit 16-year-old John Walker is distracted, firstly by the Amazon's skill in sailing in the gusty wind and second by the thought of seeing Peggy again for the first time in a year. Both of these combine to cause him to lose concentration at a crucial moment and sail Swallow onto a rock, holing and sinking the boat. All four Walkers get off safely, if damply, managing to save some of the things (such as their swimming kit) which was in bags that would float.
Getting changed into their swimming things, rather than staying in their wet clothes, 15-year-old Susan Walker and Peggy Blackett started a fire to dry the wet clothes whilst John and Nancy, helped by John's 14-year-old sister Titty and 13-year-old-brother Roger have saved more kit from the boat, with Nancy and John managing to tow the damaged Swallow from the water. They have just accomplished this when the Blackett's Uncle Jim (also known as Captain Flint) arrives in his own rowing boat.
Captain Flint and John set to and make a patch repair to Swallow with a section of tarpaulin groundsheet they cut up and tack over the hole. The two of them set off for the local town, leaving the others at the beach. Susan spends her time tidying up and keeping an eye on the clothes which are still drying, whilst Roger and Peggy swim in the lake in the calm bay.
Story (f/f)
As her sister and Roger started splashing in the shallows, before getting in deep enough to swim, Nancy turned to Titty.
"Fancy a walk?" she asked, indicated the beck that ran into the lake here.
"Dressed like this?" Titty asked back, as both girls were still in their bathing costumes.
"Why not, there's trees all around, and we won't go past the road."
"Why not indeed then," Titty said with a smile.
Both of their bathing costumes were as near to dry as made no difference now, the warm sun and the fire had seen to that. Slipping on their sandshoes, and Nancy picking up a bag, they made their way up the side of the beck, away from the lake and their siblings. About 300 yards away stood the road bridge over the beck. Both girls would have had to bend down to fit through the arch - which was quite low given the height above that the road ran.
Nancy stopped and leant back against the sun-warmed stones of the bridge. Unlike the local drystone walls, these stones were well-dressed and smoothed off, so were not uncomfortable to lean against. Titty leaned next to Nancy, enjoying the warm stone against her back, and the sun on her face. She could feel Nancy's hand gently rubbing against her own and she gently opened her fist and took the tips of Nancy's fingers in her hand.
"I've been looking forward to this for so long," Nancy said, softly.
"Me too. There was so much I wanted to say in our letters but couldn't - how much I enjoyed the last night of the holiday last year for example, and that I couldn't wait to do it again."
"I felt the same. I was always so excited when a letter arrived from you."
"Every day that I got something from you was a good day. I could hardly wait to get some privacy so I could touch myself and think of you."
"I couldn't wait for you to be back to do more with you. It got closer and closer, then the great-aunt decided to visit, and it looked like it would be best frocks and staying at home all the time you were here.
At this, Titty turned to Nancy, straddled the older girl, and kissed her. It was a deep, intense kiss, charged with the passion of a year kept apart and Titty's thought that she may not even have been able to have time with Nancy this holiday. Nancy leant into the kiss and responded with equal intensity. At first, that was enough for both girls - being together again, wrapped in each other's arms.
As the first rush died down, both girls started to explore the body of the other. As each was wearing a one-piece swimming costume, there was little that was hidden or inaccessible. Nancy started by running her hand's over Titty's breasts. Whilst Nancy's chest could never be mistaken for that of a boy, her breasts were smaller than Titty's. Titty was very much into Nancy's tomboyish looks, just as Nancy was turned on by Titty's larger breasts and bob haircut. Nancy could feel Titty's nipples hardening under her ministrations, and, as she moved her hand away, a glance down told her that Titty's excitement was noticeable by the protrusions her nipples made in the material of the swimming costume.
Titty was running one of her hands through Nancy's short hair, the other running up and down the older girl's body - sometimes rubbing her tits, at other times ranging over Nancy's back and, on occasion, down to her crotch which, at a touch, Titty could tell was moistening. Titty's own snatch was starting to drip, and, in her urgency, she started to hump against Nancy's leg - rubbing her crotch up and down the outside of the older girl's thigh.
Surprisingly, given Nancy's boldness in other things, it was Titty who made the first move to remove a swimming costume. Placing both her hands on Nancy's shoulders, she began to pluck at the shoulder straps of Nancy's costume, moving them off the top of the shoulder and down to fall loose to the side of Nancy's upper arms. The tightness of the material kept the costume on, but it was a start.
Feeling what had happened, Nancy broke the kiss, moved back, and pulled the upper half of her swimming costume off so that it dangled, inside out, from her belly button down over the top of her legs. She ran her hands slowly down from Titty's bullet-hard nipples, across her stomach and into her crotch. Her thumbs kneaded the mound of Titty's vulva, her finger feeling the dampness of the tight material. One hand moved up to her face so she could smell the remnant of Titty's juices on her hand, the other started a return journey up the younger girl's body until, after running over her breasts again, it made its way to her shoulder. Both Nancy's hands were now on Titty's shoulder and they mad ethe same motions Titty's had so recently made on Nancy. Rather than stopping at just removing the shoulder straps, Nancy continued until Titty's swimming costume was in the same stage as Nancy's - upper part inside out and hanging down from navel level.
Moving back in towards Titty, instead of resuming their previous kiss, Nancy stooped forward slightly to take one of Titty's breasts in her mouth. Titty tensed at the unfamiliar sensation and the tickling feeling on her breast - it didn't help, just heightened the sensation. Giving a little moan, she slipped one hand between the fabric of her swimming costume and her skin, down towards her clit. With her other hand, she reached out. Nancy's breasts were in reach, but it was a stretch to reach downward. Titty managed though, and she could feel Nancy's swimming costume stretch as Titty's hand passed her belly button and under the material. Just a little further, and Nancy's pubes were tickling her hand, then there it was, the prize she had been waiting for all year. Nancy gave a moan round Titty's breast as the younger girl's hand made contact with her clit, and both girls shivered with pleasure.
At Titty's touch, Nancy made use of her own hand, slipping down to stop Titty masturbating herself and replace the hand with her own. For the first time in a year, the two girls were able to finger each other. Whilst one hand worked on Titty's snatch, Nancy used the other to slowly remove Titty's swimming costume. Working around Titty's body, she would gently pull the costume lower and lower, savouring the feel of the girl's smooth skin on her fingers, in contrast to her pubic bush that tickled the other hand. Suddenly, just as Nancy had eased the costume round the globes of Titty's perfect ass, the remaining costume no longer clung to the girl tightly enough to remain up, so it dropped to the ground. As she felt this happen, Titty slightly moved her legs to step out of it.
Once Titty's costume was off, Nancy stepped back so Titty got a good view and, in a fluid motion, removed her own costume. Titty licked her lips in anticipation as she saw Nancy stand naked in front of her. Turning and bending, Nancy moved her bag closer to where she was and retrieved a towel from it. She gave Titty's clit a quick kiss as she stood back up and draped the towel over Titty's shoulders and pushed her back against the sun-warmed stone of the bridge abutment. The quick glimpse Titty got as Nancy was bent over away from her led her to wonder what it would be like fingering Nancy in that position.
Pushed up against the bridge, Titty was now in Nancy's hands. The older girl resumed the earlier passionate kiss. Rather than humping Titty's leg, the two girls were rubbing their cunts together as they kissed, their juices mingling and soaking their pubes as they did so. Nancy continued to take the lead, breaking the kiss, and kneeling to use her mouth on Titty's snatch. As her mouth was busy, so was her hand - reaching into her bag and extracting something from the depths. Nancy was taking is slowly with her mouth and, from above, Titty was begging for more.
"Would you like a surprise?" Nancy asked.
"I just want you to make me cum," Titty breathed. "Please, Nancy."
"I've been at Uncle Jim's woodwork shop again and thought this might help."
From the bag, Nancy produced a wooden object, highly polished and about a foot and a half long. Both ends were rounded off.
"I know you found my belaying pin dildo last year, so I thought we could have fun with this one together."
Still on her knees, Nancy began to rub one end of the wooden dildo up and down Titty's slit, gradually parting the younger girl's pussy lips. Slowly, slowly, Nancy slid the dildo deeper into Titty's cunt, easily lubricated by the younger girl's juices. Once she was satisfied, she stood back to admire her handiwork. It looked a little odd, the dark of the wood contrasting with Titty's white skin, the wooden shaft sticking out from between her legs. Taking hold of the free end of the dildo, Nancy moved forward and inserted it into her own vagina - not slipping it in slowly like she had done with Titty, but urgently getting it as deep as possible as quickly and comfortably as she could. Both girls could feel the dildo shift as the other changed position.
Titty's breathing was becoming harder and quicker as Nancy began fucking the dildo. It was an odd motion - with one thrust, Nancy would clamp her pussy tight round the dildo and pull it back out of Titty, sliding it back in a she thrust forward, the next time round, there was no clamping, leaving the dildo fully embedded in Titty, and it would be Nancy who pushed herself back down on it. Just as Titty's orgasm hit, Nancy moved back in for another kiss, stifling the cries the younger girl would have made as the waves of pleasure hit her. Nancy shortly followed, her whole body shaking in ecstasy.
As they came down from their orgasmic highs, Nancy extracted the dildo as daintily as she could and spun it round. She took the end that had been in Titty's cunt and began to lick off the juices that were still clinging to it. Swiftly getting the idea, Titty worked on the other end, savouring the taste of Nancy that she got as she did so. Once the dildo was cleaned, the girls kissed again, fingers down working each other's snatch.
"We should get back," said Nancy, "John and Uncle Jim will be back soon enough."
Titty pouted at this, wanting to spend more time with Nancy, but the reasoning was sound enough. Reluctantly, and with much staring at each other, the two girls pulled their swimming costumes back on, and Nancy rinsed off the dildo on the beck, wrapping it in her towel and stowing it in her bag.
"Mmm, you look so good," Titty said, watching Nancy bent over.
"So do you babe, so do you."
2.2 - Threading the Needle
Summary
Since Swallow was wrecked, the Walkers are no longer able to camp on the island in the lake. They have moved their camp (with help) to a hidden valley (named by the as Swallowdale) slightly away from the lake shore, not far from the bay where they were wrecked. The first morning that they wake up in the valley, they were about to head to the nearest farm, which their mother and the Blackett's uncle Jim had been able to arrange a milk supply from, when Mary, the granddaughter of the farmer and his wife, and working for them as a milkmaid, arrives in the camp. Knowing the valley, she pointed Roger to a section of scree and cliff she called the Knickerbockerbreaker which her older brothers had slid down when they were younger.
Story (m/f)
As soon as it had been pointed out to him, 13-year-old Roger had to have a go on the Knickerbockerbreaker, then another, and another. After his fourth go, there was a tearing sound as the seat of his shorts gave way. Mary laughed at this.
"I should have known," she said. "Come along with me back to the farm and we'll get you darned."
John wanted to go down to the bay to work on the new mast for Swallow which Captain Flint had brought the previous day when he helped them to move their camp up to Swallowdale. All of the Walkers therefore set off after they had finished their breakfast - John down to the bay and Susan, Titty and Roger accompanying Mary back to the farm.
They trooped into the kitchen to old Mr & Mrs Swainson's cheery greeting.
"You'll be having a cup of tea," Mrs Swainson said, filling the kettle and putting it to heat on the range.
"Yes please," Titty and Susan replied.
"I've got to take this one off for some darning," Mary said, indicating Roger.
"You had better be doing that while I make the tea," her grandmother said.
Whilst Mrs Swainson made tea, and talked with Susan about cookery, Mr Swainson sat in the corner and sang, Titty being almost as much of an appreciative audience as Roger had been the other day when he had visited in the company of Nancy and Peggy.
Roger was led by Mary through the house to the sewing room - a small room upstairs on the south side of the house with a large window to catch the light.
"You should get those shorts off so I can darn them," Mary told Roger. "Neither you nor I wants me to be stabbing you with a darning needle."
She drew a needle out of the sewing box along with a box of spools of thread, waiting for Roger to give her his shorts. Roger, who had taken his shoes off downstairs before following Mary, unbuttoned his shorts and slid them down. He stepped out of them and passed them to Mary, somewhat embarrassed to be standing in front of the blonde 18-year-old, wearing just socks, underwear, and a shirt which he is growing out of that give him no additional cover - it would just about tuck into his shorts, but that was it.
"Just stand over there," he was told by Mary as he passed his shorts to her.
Mary had indicated a spot to one side of the window. She took her seat and set about matching a thread then darning the seat of Roger's shorts. From where he stood, Roger could just see her plying her needle, occasionally glancing up - presumably to rest her eyes from the strain of the close-up needlework.
Whilst she had been resting her eyes, Mary had also been giving appraising looks at Roger which the lad had easily missed due to the angle of her face. She had to admit that he wasn't a bad looking lad, but she would have preferred to have had any of his older siblings alone in the room with her. That being said, his obvious embarrassment at his state of dress was making certain things very obvious to her. As she continued her darning, she considered how best to proceed.
"All done," she said to Roger, as she cut the last thread from the needle. "We'd better make sure that that is all the darning that is needed."
"But my shorts are done?" Roger said, confused.
"Yes, but just come here so I can check you haven't damaged any other clothes."
Roger stepped forward, and turned as instructed by Mary, who pointed out that any damage would be done to the back, given how Roger was sliding down the slope. As he turned away from Mary, he felt her hand on his arse, rubbing across the white material of his briefs. This unexpected touch, brushed off by Mary as "checking the material" caused Roger's cock, which had returned to its normal state, to pump straight back to its full five-inch hardness.
"Are you going to keep sliding down that hill?" Mary asked.
Despite the rubbing that Mary had not stopped on his arse, Roger was able to respond calmly.
"Probably yes."
"In that case, would it not be fair to give me something back?"
Mary's hand was extending its rubbing. Rather than just concentrating on Roger's crack, the boy could feel Mary's hand rubbing all over his cheeks, and he was fairly sure one particularly long rub between his leg grazed his balls.
"I suppose so," he croaked, starting to lose his voice as the stimulation continued.
"Turn around then."
As the command, Roger turned and faced towards Mary, who was still seated on her sewing chair. She could see, as he did so, a darker, damp patch on the front of his white underwear, where the tip of his penis was disgorging pre-cum. Mary's hand no longer rubbed Roger's arse, rather it now concentrated on the hard shaft hidden behind cotton. She reached forward and pulled at the waistband of Roger's underwear, tugging on the white fabric until the clothing dropped down the boy's legs. Gently, she wrapped a hand round the fleshy rod in front of her and began to rub slowly up and down.
Roger closed his eyes as the older girl started to work on his cock. He was an enthusiastic masturbator when he got the chance. At school there was insufficient privacy most of the time, so it was a quickly grabbed wank in the toilets or showers when he could. At home, despite his siblings, he did get privacy in his own room. This was the first time that someone else had taken him in hand, however.
There was little Roger could do other than give in to Mary's ministrations, which he had to admit were expert. He could feel her hand slowly, then quickly, then slowly again jerking him off. She was clearly close to him as he could feel her breath on his cock-head when her hand was not there. Mary removed her hand and Roger heard her spit. When the hand returned to his penis, it was slicked with her saliva. The change in feeling was odd but very pleasurable to him. Still with his eyes closes he thought of the person...any of the people...he would rather be stimulating him. Images floated through his brain as Mar continued, her thumb now working on the head of his cock as the rest of her hand slid up and down.
Roger's breathing got shorter, and Mary could see a flush coming to his skin. She was being more careful now. As Roger's muscles started to tense, she moved her head so that Roger's cock was aimed at her mouth. There was a moaning from Roger, and he shot his load into Mary's waiting mouth. As the flow of cum subsided, Mary gently squeezed the head of his penis so that the last globs of cum were squeezed out past his foreskin. She caught them on her hand and took them to her mouth.
Mary stood from her chair and spun Roger round so he could collapse into it.
"Thank you for that," she said, "payment made."
Roger smiled up and her and pulled his underwear back on. He picked up the darned shorts from the table and those went on again. He and Mary then headed back through the farmhouse to join his siblings.