Tell Laura – Chapter 23 free porn video

Tommy

Feeling their weight on top of me I realised I had trapped myself and realised that I could think of a lot of worse positions to be in. Feeling bound up, I felt the cover over my head being pulled back and turned to look up. Laura was looking down on me, grinning, which meant Kazumi was on my legs. It made no odds, Laura was straddling me and lying along my body. I could barely move my legs and found out Kazumi was in a similar position, straddling my ankles and lying along my legs.

Laura kissed me, we kissed long and deep. When we broke off, she gave me a quick peck on the nose, then tapped it gently with her finger. She then sat up and I felt Kazumi shifting about followed by whispered voices. Then the weight was off my legs and I heard some banging in the cupboards. Laura was looking over me smirking; I didn’t speak but asked her what was going on with raised eyebrows. The smirk on Laura’s face only spread further.

Kazumi came to the side of the bed and I could just see her out of the corner of my eye. What I could not see was what she handed to Laura before crawling over the bed and giving me a chaste kiss. As she crawled to the bottom of the bed, I couldn’t take my eyes off her bum. I wanted to reach out and grab her by the hips and bite it, run my tongue between it. When I looked up at Laura, she was looking down at me with both eyebrows raised and a stern expression.

Without throwing Laura off me, the only way I could respond to her was to poke my tongue out at her. She, in turn, leant down and wrapped her lips around it and sucked it into her mouth. While doing this, she ran her fingers over and then behind my ears, slowly tracing lines down my neck.

She knew the effect this had on me, but it did not stop me feeling Kazumi playing around with my feet. First, she uncovered them and gave me a brief foot massage then twisted my legs, encouraging me to turn onto my back. Laura felt my movement and lifted her hips, enough to allow the turn, but not so much that she had to stop our kiss.

Next, Kazumi started to work on one of my ankles and calves, then she parted my legs and did the other. After this, I heard her fiddling about on one side of the bed then the other, followed by the pair of them freeing my arms. Kazumi was working her fingers and thumbs over one hand and Laura had intertwined her fingers in the other gripping it.

“Ane,” I heard Kazumi say.

Suddenly there was a flurry of activity, Laura had rolled off me and was laying over my arm. Kazumi quickly stepped onto the bed, over me and off the other side. She took hold of my wrist and slipped something over it. As this happened Laura rolled over me again and then I felt the tightness around both wrists. A look left and right saw that they were bound by a couple of my ties. Laura and Kazumi got off the bed and walked to the foot, step by step, looking over me at each other. Their bodies were very different, Laura, curvaceous without a sign of spare flesh; Kazumi, lithe without looking skinny.

As they walked the realisation hit me that I had been well and truly played, the foot massage was nothing more than a ploy. I went to move my feet but that only served to tighten the ties around my ankles. I started to laugh and both of them turned to me, smiling.

“Thank you, little brother, that saved us doing it,” Laura said.

They still got onto the bottom of the bed and started to fiddle with the ties.

“Just making sure we don’t cut off the blood supply to your feet.”

Together they ran fingers along the inside of my legs moving slowly up past my knees. There was only one reaction I was going to have, and it happened. When they got to the top of my legs, Laura pulled her finger along my length smiling as I throbbed. I looked at Kazumi who was watching Laura. Unexpectedly, when her finger reached the head, she held it there and Kazumi pulled her finger over it. Laura was obviously expecting my reaction as she was looking at me when my head snapped over to her. Both their hands then slid over my stomach and up my chest.

Laura whispered in my ear, “I love you, Tommy.”

“I love my new family,” Kazumi said.

I smiled as the pair of them leant over me and kissed. When they broke off, Kazumi leant down to kiss me and for the first time, our tongues touched. Laura stroked my cheek as we continued, and my eyes closed. When I opened them, it had gone dark. My head was lifted, and I could feel hands pulling over the back.

“Laura?” I asked.

“Trust me?”

“Without question.”

I was rewarded with a kiss to the cheek, then a mirror which I can only assume was Kazumi. Then I felt movement on the bed and heard footsteps on the carpet. Denied my sight and unable to reach out, it felt as if my hearing had been supercharged. I could hear them walk to the end of the bed, then my senses exploded as fingers touched my feet like before. Dragging over the instep, along my shins. Both my knees were kissed and then I felt something around both my thighs.

Each of my thighs was gripped, it was their legs, they were sitting astride me. The noises they were making were unmistakable, they were kissing, and I could hear the odd moan or whimper. Laura and Kazumi were squirming on my thighs and then they started to grind. As this continued the noises got louder, but as they were so close, I could not work out who was on which side.

As much as I could distinguish between them, it seemed that they were both moving toward an orgasm. Then the legs around my left thigh clenched and gripped tightly with corresponding pants and moans. This was rapidly followed on my right thigh by something very similar. Poker was never my game, but I could have sworn that I kept my face neutral. What the girls had not realised was how distinctive they were when they came.

I had not consciously picked up on it until then. Kazumi was quieter, with panting breaths and the odd whimper; Laura had changed over the year. When she first orgasmed in my arms, she was quelling her reaction, trying not to wake me and then crying after. Now, she was free with her appreciation, her moaning and grunting had grown in volume as her confidence in us had grown.

“You can stop smirking,” Laura said and then one of them flicked one of my balls. That really could only have been Laura, I could not picture Kazumi doing that.

“Carry on and Kazumi and I will carry on around and on you. You’ll be our sex toy for the night.”

I heard Kazumi giggling and then there was movement again; they got off my legs, then the bed and they moved about the room some more.

“Are you two trying to do my head in?” I asked.

There was more giggling, followed by “Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it little brother?”

“Hai, happy Christmas Tommy.”

Their voices came from the foot of the bed but were indistinguishable beyond that. I smiled and lay my head back, I trusted them both, that was all that mattered. Once more I felt hands on my legs, as they climbed onto the bed. Again, they worked their way along the bed, to the top of my legs. I felt hands flat on either side of my shaft, which made me throb. I was erect, I cannot think of anyone that way inclined that would not be turned on by what they were doing.

It may have been a hand each or just one of them, but they slid up together. Another hand lifted and massaged my balls, and I felt a finger working along my perineum to my arse. Whoever it was must have felt me tense a little and stopped and started to just massage me under my balls.

The unmistakable feel of a tongue licking along my cock, slowly all the way from base to tip came next. At the same time, I felt kissing and sucking on my balls. Fireworks started to go off in my head as what blood was left in my brain connected the dots; both Laura and Kazumi were working my genitals.

“Veto, veto,” I gasped.

Laura’s voice came from the direction of my groin, but it was no surprise as I knew they were both there, “What’s up, Tommy?”

“Okay, first I’m about to cum,” which made them both giggle. “Second, Kaz, just because Laura is doing something, don’t feel you have to, please.”

“Hai, Laura told me, ‘only what I feel comfortable doing’. She told me you do not expect anything in return.”

“Well, if that’s that sorted…” Laura stopped midsentence and then I felt two lips engulf the head of my cock, pushing my foreskin back as they pushed lower.

The mouth released me, and it felt like a hand go over the top of my cock, sliding down, pulling back my foreskin. Then lips closed around the top, a tongue swirling around, moistening me before the lips plunged down. Then it was over, I don’t know how I felt, I was right on the edge and would have delighted at cumming in either of their mouths, but now they were both kissing up my sides and belly.

Laura and Kazumi were lying across a leg each and hands were moving up my sides and over my belly as their lips moved higher. Occasionally a hand would drift lower, brushing over the tip of my cock or along the length of it. When they reached my chest, they started to suck and kiss around my nipples. This time I remembered to keep a straight face, I knew my nipples would react, but if I had to guess they were probably a factor or two less sensitive than either of their nipples. There was some nibbling and still, I did not react, in hindsight faking some things may not be a bad thing.

“Oh fuck!” was all I could say as they both bit my nipples, gently at first and then hard.

There was a pause after this, both of them were lying over me and I could hear them kissing. I was aware of the movement of arms and hands, feeling them brushing over me, but not for my benefit. However, due to my restricted sight and movement, even these touches were lighting little fires all over my torso. The kissing stopped after a little while and the attention turned back to me. First with caresses of my face and neck followed by kisses moving closer to my mouth.

Laura was very different to Kazumi and as each of them entertained my tongue I could tell who it was. At one point, in the middle of a passionate kiss with Kazumi, Laura decided to join in. This was a peculiar sensation, moving from one mouth to the other only to feel both tongues trying to invade my mouth.

I could feel arms over me, my guess was they were touching each other, which Laura later confirmed. They also did not neglect me, not that I needed any encouragement to stay hard. When the kissing stopped, they both got off me and walked to the bottom of the bed, then one of them got on and straddled my legs. She moved up, grinding against me, higher and higher until I felt the warm embrace of her pussy. She slid back and forth along me a few times before lifting her hips. The other one’s hand had followed her along my leg and had taken hold of my balls as she was grinding against me. Then she took hold of my cock when her hips lifted.

My head was spinning now. Either my sister had been grinding on me and it felt like Kazumi was going to guide me into her. Or, it had been Kazumi grinding and Laura was about to let her, even help her have sex with me. My brain could not work out, if it was Kazumi, whether she would be fucking me or if we would be making love. Funnily, when I thought of Laura, it was clear, she would be fucking me, using me as her toy, which made me laugh to myself. The overall message that seeped through my endorphin addled brain was that everything that had taken place since Kazumi joined us in the bathroom was encased in love. Laura owned my heart and me hers, but we had let Kazumi carve herself a little bit of real estate in both of them.

There were more kissing noises, but they were only background music to the main event. The head of my cock was engulfed in a warm, moist, tender grip. Someone was welcoming me into their body; slowly but surely, she lowered herself down, taking more of me into her. As her legs touched my hips, she let out a little sigh, it was muted, so I could not discern who it was. Hands leant on my chest, and a mouth touched mine.

As we kissed, she was moving on me, slowly rising and falling, breathing in turn with her rhythm. The kiss ended with a kiss on the nose, this told me that Laura had been kissing me. Her lips were replaced briefly with a pair, more tentative, not so sure of themselves, exploring and learning; rather than seeking and roaming over familiar territory.

Kazumi broke off her kiss and there was movement on the bed again. Whoever was riding me continued, though it felt like they might be sitting up straighter as the hands dragged over my belly. Next, I could feel something on one of my arms and then very slight pressure on either side of my head. There was some giggling as the pressure moved and I realised what was happening, someone was kneeling over me. There was a sweet smell, that grew stronger before I felt something touch my nose. Instinctively I pushed my tongue out and was rewarded with a gasp. All sounds were more muffled now.

I pushed my head up but was pushed back down as she pushed herself onto my face. As I started to lap with my tongue she ground against my face. Whoever was on my cock had paused their movement, obviously watching what was happening. Then they started to move in unison, up and down; forward and back. The movements became smoother, I could feel juices running into my mouth and down the sides of my face.

Then there was some on my balls too. The sensations were insane, someone touched my nipples and I almost came, then fingernails dragged along my ribs, making me twitch. I pushed my face up as well as trying to drive up with my hips. The gasping and moaning increased and the grinding got more frantic.

The person riding my face pushed down hard on me, there was a cry and more juices ran into my mouth and over my face. There was a pulsing along my cock as I was squeezed tightly. She was just pushing down onto me now and I could feel her shuddering just the same as her partner. Teetering on the edge, I started to make my own noises, gasped breaths, grunts as I gritted my teeth, before letting out a stuttering moan and deep-throated rumble. Finally, I snorted as I released myself, one for each time I released a load into the tight, warm pussy that was gripping me without any sign of letting me go.

As the pressure on my face released, I could hear them kissing again. I was content to catch my breath. There was a little moving about and I could hear someone going into the bathroom. What surprised me were the soft lips around my cock, sucking and licking, cleaning me off. Then it stopped and I was alone again.

“Oh, no, no,” I heard from the foot of the bed again.

This was followed by more giggling and movement on the bed either side of me. They lay along the side of me with a leg over one of mine and kissed me on the cheek.

“Goodnight little brother, thank you.”

“Goodnight Ani, thank you.”

“Thank you both,” I said, “but, any chance of untying me?”

More giggling, “Maybe,” followed by more giggling.

“How old are you both?” causing more giggling. “Fuck it, use me and abuse me, just wake me up to perform.”

As they laughed, I relaxed onto the pillow, smiling. Mum and dad always joked that I could sleep anywhere, anyhow; I was about to prove them correct.

Waking up the following morning, Boxing day, with each of them wrapped in my arms was a delight. As the fog cleared, it dawned on me that my arms were wrapped around them as much as they were holding onto me. At some point, they had untied me and as I looked at them both sleeping so peacefully, I knew my blindfold had also been removed.

Unwittingly, Laura had given me the best ever Christmas present she could. The previous year we had both been in shock from everything that had happened. This year she was happy and relaxed and so much more confident than I had seen her in years. Kazumi could be at her house and Laura in her room, I would still be happy. I leant down and kissed her on the top of her head, then took the arm that was over me and rolled Laura onto her back.

“Morning,” I said, as I crawled over the top of her.

“Mmmm,” Laura responded, pulling me down for another kiss.

I then broke her grip and slipped into the bathroom for a quick splash before going down to make breakfast. As I walked through the bedroom, Laura and Kazumi had curled up together, possibly barely waking. I was so glad I was missed.

Laura

I dreamt that Tommy had pinned me down and kissed me while I was sleeping, but when I woke up, he was gone, and I was tangled up with Kazumi. The smell of coffee was wafting into the bedroom, through the open door. I was faced with such a terrible conundrum, a cup of refreshing, invigorating coffee or more time with the soft tender lover that was in my arms. Kazumi murmured when I kissed her nose and didn’t grumble when I rolled out of bed. I quickly went into the bathroom and when done, gave Kazumi another kiss.

“I’m going down for breakfast. If you want, you can grab a t-shirt out of that draw,” I pointed to where Tommy kept his t-shirts.

Other than what I told her; I was also trying to let Kazumi know a couple of other things. She was welcome to stay in bed until she was ready and to help herself to what she needed. I also wanted her to see me walk out of the door with nothing on. With the offer to help herself, she would know that the dress code was whatever she wanted.

As I padded from the living room to the kitchen, Tommy was standing holding a coffee looking out of the window over the garden. I did have to bite my lip as he was still wearing the apron that he had put on to prepare breakfast; that was all he was wearing. After I poured myself a cup, I joined him, cupping one of his cheeks to announce myself.

“Morning,” he said, leaning down to kiss me.

“Morning handsome. Anything interesting?”

“Couple of robins, just needs some snow and it would be a classic picture. Breakfast?”

Tommy set about the pans, while I started getting the table set up. We were dancing around each other as we had many times before, he was taking the odd snatch at my bum or boobs and I was reciprocating. Of all the times we had performed this ritual, for the first time Tommy seemed genuinely happy and relaxed. I grabbed his arm at one point, and we spun into each other’s arms.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” he asked, as he wiped the tear from my cheek.

“I’m so happy Tommy, happy about the change in you over the last year. This Christmas you are so much happier.”

It surprised me when he just burst out laughing. He then picked me up like I was a feather, spun me around and then stood me in front of the work surface.

“Don’t move,” he said, not in his ‘I’m about to fuck you’ voice, but still brokering no argument.

He left the kitchen but returned a moment later with his phone in his hand. It registered what he was doing, so like the year before, I leant back against the work surface. Tommy took the photo without any objection from me this time. Just like that time after we were welcomed to the street, he came and stood next to me and showed me the picture.

“Having found the most perfect dessert and added cream, I think a strawberry is needed. This is the strawberry,” he said tapping the screen.

“Pervert! Happy now you have a naked picture of me?” He laughed and deleted the picture.

“The strawberry isn’t you nude, it’s you this year. I laughed because when I woke up and looked at you, I was thinking how much happier, relaxed and confident you are now.”

We both burst out laughing and fell into each other’s arms. With a pat to the bum, he suggested we don’t burn the eggs this year, starting another ripple of laughter. It was then that Kazumi walked into the kitchen, naked.

“Ah! My other sister, perfect timing. Sit, sit, both of you!”

Tommy then proceeded to pour more coffee for all of us, glasses of juice were served and then the omelette he had been working on. I called it omelette pie, he told everyone it was a Spanish omelette, even though he insisted on adding tomatoes, peppers and mushrooms. All said, I always preferred his version to mum’s and was not shy about telling him; it was always nice to have him cook for me.

Over breakfast, Tommy thanked us for last night but said no more about it. I was sure he would be dying to know who did what, possibly as much as I was dying for him to ask. Kazumi insisted she clear up while Tommy and I went and got ready for the day. After the previous night, it showed how aware and concerned she was of making sure Tommy and I got good time alone together.

It was a lovely shower, we carefully washed each other. We could easily have gone a little further and brought each other to orgasm; it would not have taken much for me, but it was not needed. He did comment about the difference in this and my shower on the night of the funeral. When we were done and just soaking under the spray, Tommy pulled me to him in a tight hug.

“Are you sure about all this?” he asked.

“A bit late to ask that, we’re nearly done.”

“Huh?”

“A bit late to ask if I’m sure about having a shower.”

With a raised eyebrow, he swatted my bum, “All this, our relationship, the handfasting, Kaz, everything about it. Are you sure? You don’t feel obliged because of how things happened, because of where we are?”

“Obliged? Why, because you helped me and supported me? Or Obliged because we have started sleeping together and having sex?”

He nodded, almost shyly, I put a hand on his cheek and looked him in the eye, “No, Tommy, I don’t feel obliged. I guess at times I have felt obliged to do something for you to show my gratitude for everything you have done for me. But I know you, Tommy, if you do something to help someone or support them, you do it out of love.

“If I felt obliged because of sex or sleeping together, I would still be with the boy that took my virginity. So, no, it’s not an obligation but a result of our relationship.

“Tommy, I’m more than happy with everything, I am happy with the handfasting, I’m happy with the extra love that Kazumi brings to us all, I’m happy with the sacrifices we have to make.”

“Sacrifices?” he asked.

“Well not being able to shout to the world about our relationship for one. I don’t think any of my friends from before would accept it,” he shook his head, sadly. “I know I won’t be a mother, so I’ll just have to throw all that love at you and Kazumi.

“How about you?” I asked.

Tommy thought for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, and with a smile, he leant down and kissed me, “Very,” he said quietly.

As we were drying each other, his hand slid up the inside of my thigh and cupped me, “One other thing,” he said as he stood and looked me in the eye, “did you not think I would recognise your taste? Especially so soon after tasting you both next to each other? And with my sight deprived my other senses seemed to be on red alert.

“Thank you,” he kissed my cheek and walked into our bedroom.

After my jaw fell open, I could only laugh at how he had dealt with the events of the previous night. Kazumi had wanted it but was afraid of the awkwardness it might create, and he recognised this and respected it.

We may have taken a bit longer than expected, when we walked into the living room, Kazumi was already there; she was showered and dressed, sitting on the sofa checking through her phone. As soon as she saw us, she stopped what she was doing and jumped up. Tommy walked over to her and put a hand on each of her shoulders.

“Sit. Your. Arse. Down,” he told her in one of his touchier, more feely moments.

When she did, he sat next to her taking both her hands in his, “Now, listen very carefully. You are a welcome guest in our house, you always will be. Actually, you have been more than a guest, we don’t ask guests to help around the house.”

I was tempted to make a smart-arsed comment here, but even I knew it was not the time nor the place.

“Please do me and Laura an honour?” he asked, and Kazumi nodded.

“Relax, stop standing to attention every time we walk in.” He waved one of his hands to indicate the house, “Treat this like your home or at least your home away from home. It was not a mistake that Laura and I both brought you house shoes for Christmas.”

She suddenly looked at me, then back to Tommy and, as the understanding dawned, she threw her arms around his neck. When Tommy explained the symbolism to me, I thought it was a wonderful idea, a pair of house shoes for her house and a pair for ours. Kazumi ran over and kissed and hugged me, before running upstairs.

“I think the penny dropped,” said Tommy grinning.

“Yeah and not all our guests are invited to our bed.”

“You were dying to say that, weren’t you?”

“Yes, but I didn’t want to embarrass Kazumi, you already had her in the spotlight.”

“Uhuh,” he replied, with a smirk.

“Thank you, Ane,” Kazumi said and kissed me on the cheek before both of them burst out laughing.

“Who’s embarrassed?” Tommy laughed.

Kazumi had retrieved a pair of the house shoes we had bought her and placed them by the front door. She then thanked us once again, it seemed to me she was far more relaxed. Just after midday, I saw Tina and Luke go out, finding out later that he had played in a rugby match.

After lunch we settled down to watch a film, we whittled it down to Mary Poppins or ET. I lost the vote and had to suffer through dodgy singing and awful Cockney accents. The dodgiest of the singing came from Kazumi and Tommy. I was happy though; Kazumi had joined me on Tommy’s lap, and we were enjoying the film as much as each other’s company; they even got me singing along by the end.

That evening we went to Beverly and John’s, taking a tray of sushi that I had helped Kazumi prepare before lunch. There was another conflab with the women involved to a greater or lesser extent, with the ceremony on Sunday. After this, it was another relaxed evening, followed by Tommy giving me a piggyback home. Kazumi was in the bathroom when I walked in and as Tommy entered, she was finished. She gave me a kiss goodnight and then Tommy before disappearing into her own room.

Tommy and I made love very gently that night, spending a couple of hours stroking and touching, kissing and cuddling. He gave me several orgasms but all of them matched the mood, rather than slamming into me like a truck, they flowed over and through me like warm water. The night culminated in his orgasm, which seemed to slip and sigh out of him, rather than pumping and grunting.

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday were not dissimilar, we did not go to our neighbours, but did see them about. Tommy and I spent a little time apart working on our parts for Sunday. Kazumi was a star, doing chores, running errands, kicking Tommy into gear and while she cuddled up with us in the evening, she did not sleep with us again that week. I had also given Kazumi some lessons on using some of my camera equipment so she could take some pictures over the weekend. We had also spoken with Cara a couple of times and done a few walkthroughs of the ceremony.

On Saturday morning we had a late breakfast followed by loading my campervan. We were the last to leave from the cul-de-sac, but there was no rush. Cara lived near Whiddon Down on the edge of Dartmoor which was a little over two-hundred miles, meaning an easy four-hour drive.

Tommy

Laura was like a kid with a new Christmas present as we loaded up her campervan. We set off at around two in the afternoon on our westward journey. It had been fairly mild over the previous few days, especially for the time of year, and was now about fourteen degrees Celsius (around fifty-seven Fahrenheit). It had been years since I had been a passenger in a campervan; it wasn’t just Laura that was like a kid that day, I got a silly exuberance from sitting in the back.

The roads were not that busy and it took less than two hours to get to Salisbury where we had planned to take a break for a picnic at Stonehenge. We had three issues to disrupt my plans, they were wanting nearly twenty pounds for each of us to get near the stones. Unlike pictures of my dad sitting on the stones, you cannot get close to them anymore except at the two solstices, the winter one being the more important of the two. Finally, they would not let us in as it was less than two hours until they closed.

However, it is thought there was an avenue that the Britons walked along in procession to the henge, and I directed Laura to the end of this. We set up for our picnic with four places, one for each of us and one for Mother Earth. From our vantage point we watched the sun setting over the stones and at nine minutes past four, the time of sunset, we lit a candle we had placed in a protective ring of stones and made an offering of a share of the meal. There was an eerie silence that seemed to fall around us, and I felt myself welling up, nothing was said as we ate. When we had tidied up all but our offering, I looked at Laura and Kazumi and could see that they had both felt the same burst of emotion that I had.

We got back on the road and it took a little under two hours to get to Cara’s property. We had discussed what we felt during our stop and felt it was a combination of the location, what we were leading up to and our connection together. When we arrived, I recognised three cars of our friends from home already parked outside. The property looked like it could have been an old farmhouse and there were outbuildings spread around it.

Behind was a wooded area that had a field in the middle, we found out this was the venue for tomorrow. Cara had put on a spread of meats, cheeses, breads, fruit and vegetables for us. When we were talking, I mentioned our stop and Cara was really pleased that I had taken the time to do a little research. She also said that she saw our outburst as a blessing from Mother Earth, filling our hearts to overflowing.

Once we were parked up, Cara introduced us to her husband, Andy, their children were spending the week with their grandparents. She also spoke with all three of us separately, once more questioning our feelings and making sure that we were both entering this freely. Kazumi was questioned to get a third-party perspective. When she had finished, her mood shifted from deadly serious to carefree and celebratory. Diane and James, Beverly and John, Tina and Luke and Samantha were the other guests there.

When I thanked Samantha for coming, she said something that piqued my interest, “Oh, no, thank you. When I heard about it, I wasn’t going to miss something so beautiful.”

“Oh?”

“You’ve never, seen a Wiccan handfasting?”

“No,” she just smiled and put her hand on my cheek but said no more.

Cara had put on a buffet for everyone and we spent the rest of the evening chatting and drinking. A little before midnight I was walked to the door, where Laura and Kazumi kissed me goodnight and then I was sent to sleep in the campervan as I was not allowed to see Laura before the ceremony. I struggled to sleep that night, not because of nerves, I was just not used to sleeping alone. Luke banged on the door at seven the following morning and asked if I wanted to go for a run with Andy and him.

It was amusing when we got back, Andy went in to check the coast was clear and then Luke and I followed. Luke set about the cooker and started to make breakfast for the men, the women were nowhere to be seen or heard. The rest of the morning was similarly co-ordinated, someone checking before I went somewhere or ushering me out of a room. They were certainly taking not seeing Laura before the ceremony seriously. A little after midday all the men gathered and ate a light meal in one part of the house, and I guess the women were holed up somewhere else. Finally, I was taken to a guest room that had an en-suite bathroom and left to shower and shave.

“Make sure you’re tidy for your bride, if you know what I mean,” James laughed as he left the room. “I’ll have your wedding suit ready for when you get out.”

When I walked out of the bathroom there was a cape draped over the bed, but no suit. I called James who sent Cara in, much to my shock. She smiled and sat on the bed, patting it for me to sit next to her.

“This is something that has been talked about at length with Laura and she thought you would be happy with it. You will wear the cape to the binding circle and then expose yourself, in all your perfections and imperfections, to Mother Earth for her blessing. Do this in the knowledge that she will not judge, only love.

“This can be facing the Sun at the right time or you can take the whole ceremony skyclad. I usually have the guests facing the Sun, so if you choose that route it is private between you, Laura and the Mother.”

“Skyclad?”

“Clad only in the sky.”

“Oh! And Laura’s okay with this?”

“She is happy to go with what you are comfortable with; it was her that first brought it up. The path to the circle is protected by reinforcement mainly to stop it turning to mud, but it keeps stones away, you should be fine going barefoot. I will be.”

Cara was so comforting, she explained the history behind some of the rituals, the binding circle that she drew, getting blessings from the pantheon. Her knowledge and explanations were contagious, and she finished with her plea from before, to just respect her beliefs. With Cara as an example, it was an easy request to comply with. With a peck on the cheek and a pat on the knee, she said she would see me soon.

“Wonderful woman, isn’t she?” said James as he walked back in.

I could only agree as he showed me the four ties down the front of the cape.

“How do you feel? In general, about today, but about the whole skyclad thing?”

“A little nervous, but happy. To be honest, I’m a little surprised Laura would be the one to initiate being skyclad, but hey, we’ve been to a nudist beach before. Guess I’m not the only nerd in the house that goes researching.”

Needless to say, it did not take long to get ready and once again, James checked all was clear before we left the room. It was not a warm day, in fact, the temperature had dropped a little from the day before, but still, for New Year’s Eve, eleven degrees was mild enough. James being the one to know me the longest, acted as best man and walked with me to where the ceremony was to take place. The other men present walked ahead of us.

There were dried leaves scattered along the path, leading the way. As we covered the last few feet to where Cara was standing, the others peeled off and lined the path. She had lost the jeans and shirt that I had always seen her in and was wearing a simple dark green dress. It wasTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.