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Chapter One

“Come on, Caz,” Vanessa moaned. “It’ll be fun. You need to have a bit of fun; we both do!”

I frowned. Although a music festival – even a minor one like this would be great fun, going camping wasn’t my idea of fun. Not even in August. The British weather is infamous for its unreliability and I didn’t see why this summer should be any more predictable than it had been during the previous eighteen years of my life. The thought of wading through all that mud in a short summer dress and wellies once again made me shudder.

“I dunno, Ness,” I whined.

“Don’t be a misery! It’ll be great. It’s on a proper campsite with toilets and showers and a shop and it’s only fifteen minutes’ walk from the town. The pubs are okay, there’s even two clubs and they have barbecues on the beach.”

“Well maybe…” I began.

“The bands are good. And there’ll be boys too!”

She whispered the last sentence as if passing on a state secret.

“But we won’t know them,” I protested.

“That’s even better, isn’t it? You can do what you want, and no-one back here will know,” Vanessa continued.

“I’m not sure…”

“Come on Caz. We deserve a treat after all those exams. We’ll be at Uni next year. Relax, it’ll be fun. Booze, boys, and a bit of weed. What’s not to like?”

I thought about it. Put that way, the idea sounded a lot better, but I was still only a maybe.

“And I’ve heard that Kieron’s going to be there,” my friend said in a singsong, teasing voice.

“Kieron?”

I stopped moaning and listened; this was important news.

Kieron was my brother Paul’s best friend. A year older than me and drop-dead gorgeous, Kieron and I had got with each other at parties twice over the past year, much to my brother’s annoyance. We had kissed until our lips went numb and I had let him grope me comprehensively both times.

Paul had seen some of what was going on and hadn’t been at all happy; sisters were supposed to be out of bounds. He didn’t know that I had actually let Kieron get as far as fingering me through my panties in a dark corner of that same party.

I would have let him get a lot further too if we hadn’t been interrupted, but that was as far as it had gone so far. Kieron and I had been exchanging messages since, but as yet, hadn’t been on a proper date so to my severe disappointment, I could not yet call myself his girlfriend.

On the surface, I was being as casual as I could, but underneath, I had the hots for Kieron big-time.

“Yes, Caroline,” Ness continued in the same teasing voice. “Keiron! Chris Fielding told Sam and Sam told me. Chris and Kieron are going to be staying on the same site as us.”

“Ah! Now I get it!” I laughed.

“What?” she asked aggressively.

“Chris Fielding?” I said slowly and teasingly. “Chris ‘oh my God I think I’ve gone to heaven’ Fielding?”

“Shut up, Caz!”

Sam was Ness’ older brother and a friend of both my brother and Kieron. Yes, I know it’s complicated. All three boys were tall, athletic and had been on the same rugby team at school. All three were home from their various Universities for the summer and were causing mayhem among the newly-eighteen-year-old girls who were about to follow them to college in September.

Which of course, included us.

In terms of attractiveness, it was hard to choose between the three of them. Indeed, Vanessa had already had a brief fling with my brother. It had ended badly the same night Kieron’s hands had found their way into my panties, hence Paul’s bad temper with me when he caught us.

Paul and Ness had been an item for about three months. At first, the idea of my brother and my best friend being in bed together had upset me more than I could bear – if sisters were off limits, why not brothers too? But they had seemed happy together, so I gritted my teeth and tried not to let my annoyance show.

The two had got drunk the night of the break-up, and had one of those stupid rows, this time over Paul’s attitude to another girl. The girl in question was Becky, another of our friends. Ness had accused Paul of flirting when he was supposed to have been exclusively with her.

The jury was still undecided on the extent of his guilt. Becky was predatory, an easy lay and had fancied Paul for years. She was an obvious target to accuse in a row, but even so, I knew for certain that there had been more than a grain of truth in Ness’ accusation.

I felt guilty for having let her know that I had seen the two of them kissing. I wasn’t entirely sure why I had done it; I wasn’t usually one to grass my brother to the Feds, but there had been something about seeing the two of them together that had got my goat big time.

The row that followed would have been entertaining to watch if it hadn’t hurt my brother so much.

Vanessa had barely spoken to Paul since the break-up. I knew he was very cut up about the whole thing, and badly wanted to get back with her. I couldn’t blame him; with her long red hair and impressive figure, Ness was very striking indeed. What with me being tall, dark, and skinny like my brother, she made me feel dowdy whenever we went out shopping or to parties.

I could have killed to have Ness’ huge boobs, and as for the shape of her bottom…

Anyway, no longer distracted by her relationship with Paul, my best friend was free to pursue her regular crush – Chris Fielding.

Another of the tall, dark, and handsome group of boys to which my brother and Keiron belonged, Chris had been Vanessa’s crush since she was thirteen. They had snogged together a handful of times over the years, and Chris had fingered her at least twice, but then he had fallen for Alice, the two of them had quickly discovered real sex, and Vanessa had been dropped like a stone.

Alice was the leggy, but distinctly un-intellectual blonde that Chris had been with for nearly three years. Their relationship had been mostly faithful - Chris having only had the occasional wander into forbidden territory, his forays into Ness’ knickers being the most significant.

Alice and I had been at school together from the age of four and would have been as close friends as Ness and I were if Chris and his cock hadn’t got in the way.

But they had got in the way, and once he had got into Alice’s knickers – something that had happened very quickly and at an early age - the two of them had been having sex more frequently and for longer than anyone else I knew.

As the longest-standing couple in the school, the wise money was on the two of them ending up married.

The more cynical money was on her getting pregnant long before a ring was on her finger.

The wisest money of all knew that this had already happened.

As far as I was aware, only Alice, her mother and I knew about her daughter’s condition. And I only knew because it had been me that found my friend on her knees in the girl’s toilet at school, retching into the lavatory bowl with tears streaming down her face and a positive pregnancy test on the floor alongside.

From her continued predatory attitude towards Chris, Vanessa clearly had no idea things with Alice had got that serious, but I had been sworn to silence and now had to watch the relationship car crash taking place in slow motion in front of my eyes.

Alice did not trust Ness and with good reason. In return, Ness considered Alice to be a slut who had used her body to entice Chris away from her, his true love. Given that as far as we knew Alice had only ever slept with Chris, whereas the school was littered with Vanessa’s ex-boyfriends, this attitude was hard to justify. But Vanessa was not to be shaken; she still somehow believed that she could prize Chris away from the blonde mistake he had made and back into her arms.

While her tenacity was in many ways admirable, her success had so far been lamentable; Chris and Alice had stuck. But still, my friend’s crush remained as enduring as it was unrequited, and Ness saw nothing wrong in planning yet another assault on Chris’ fidelity.

Now the whole prospect of the festival suddenly took on a different perspective. Vanessa clearly had a bit of mischief-making in mind, and I was to be her wing-woman.

I could see it all clearly now. In my friend’s devious plan, we would go into the festival as two sets of best friends. She and I would be in our tent knowing that nearby, Keiron and Chis were in another, somewhere in the crowd.

We would ‘accidentally’ bump into each other watching one of the gigs, we would smile and spend time together then, helped by music, darkness, booze, weed, and a generous dose of female guile, we would magically become two couples: me and Keiron in one tent, Ness and Chris in the other. The activities within that second tent would be so passionate and so profoundly satisfying that Chris would dump Alice and take up his rightful place at Ness’ side.

It would be a disaster, I could see it clearly but all I could do was watch it happen.

Still, if Keiron really was going to be there…

Chapter Two

“Can you see them?” Ness asked, pointing vaguely towards the stage at the bottom of a shallow hill.

It was the first day of the festival. The sun was shining, the crowd was gathering and there was an air of excited anticipation all around us which would reach a peak as the first notes of the first song from the first band burst out of the PA system at six o’clock that evening.

Meanwhile, Ness and I had arrived with our backpacks and tent and were looking for a suitable place to pitch it. Both of us having predatory intentions as far as the boys were concerned, it was vital that we located our prey quickly, and positioned ourselves strategically close to make the planned seductions as manageable as possible.

I wasn’t sure how it would go, but the early signs were good. Ness had twice before managed to pierce Chris’ shield of fidelity, and no doubt believed a weekend in bed with her was all that was needed to end that relationship permanently.

I knew Alice had a trump card up her sleeve – or more accurately in her womb – but frustratingly, had to keep that knowledge to myself.

In my case, having already felt Keiron’s fingers on and inside my vulva, I hoped that privacy and freedom were all it would take for him to follow through on his promising start and bed me properly. From there, a beautiful long-term relationship would begin.

I had brought a dozen condoms with me to make sure nothing could interfere with that much-desired outcome.

Meanwhile, our quarry was proving elusive.

“We’re too far away,” I sighed. “There’s no sign of them.”

“Come on, Caz. Try harder! Look over there!”

At Ness’ urging, I stood on my tiptoes in my flat shoes and peered through oversized sunglasses in the general direction of her pointing hand.

“Nah!” There’s too many people.”

“I know I saw Keiron,” she insisted. “He was wearing that white BMX T-shirt he wore at Jane’s party.”

My heart thumped. I knew that shirt well; it had been pressed against my right boob while Keiron’s fingers had been playing with the wet, sensitive contents of my rather damp knickers in a dark corner of the aforementioned party.

The memory made me look harder. I stood higher on my toes and strained my eyes. Suddenly I saw it; my heart skipped a beat.

“You’re right, Ness,” I exclaimed excitedly. “He’s got two beers and he’s going towards the campsite. Chris must be in the tent.”

“Then what are we waiting here for?” my friend beamed. “Wait! Do I look okay?”

“For God’s sake, Ness,” I sighed. “You look fine.”

“Fine isn’t going to get me Chris, Caz,” she looked at me anxiously. “I need to look hot at the least!”

I laughed. Apart from when she had one of her monstrous hangovers, I couldn’t remember a time when Ness had ever looked anything but hot. She certainly looked it then. Though I say it myself, we both did that day. But with two fit boys as targets, neither of us was going to take any chances.

Ness was wearing a tiny denim skirt that sat low on her hips and barely covered her buttocks, which meant that I and every other person she passed could see she was wearing a green thong underneath. On top, she wore a push-up bra which displayed her impressive bosom to devastating effect, and a cropped vest, also green, which showed off her long red hair spectacularly.

I had gone for an equally short sleeveless sundress designed to show off my long, skinny legs. It was sort of rainbow patterned, with all the colours merging into each other. Legs were by far my best feature, so I needed to make the most of them. My boobs are tiny, so I didn’t bother with bras in the heat. My knickers were white and visible, but unlike Ness, I preferred panties to thongs; although they look sexy, thongs always make me feel like I have a permanent wedgie. I had pulled my shoulder-length, dark brown hair back into a ponytail and tied it with a white scrunchy.

Whatever Ness might have said, she looked as hot as I had ever seen her and was very much ready for battle.

And so was I!

It took a good ten minutes to work our way through the crowded campsite, tripping over guy ropes as we passed every kind of festival-goer from pre-teens with their parents to grey-haired hippies. Ness’ short skirt and thong attracted a great deal of attention; lust from the boys, envious sneering from the girls and I have to confess that once again, she was making me feel a bit dowdy.

Eventually, we approached the corner where Keiron had last been sighted. We paused and looked again.

“Okay,” Ness said. “Mustn’t appear desperate right? We want them to think they saw us first and persuaded us to camp near them.”

My scheming friend was right. It wouldn’t do to look too keen or too easy. A girl has to retain some dignity.

“What do you want to do?” I asked.

“Wait until one of them goes to the bar, then one of us runs on ahead so he can’t help noticing us in the queue in front of them.”

“That could take ages?” I protested.

“Nah. Trust me. They’re on the beer already. They’ll need either a pee or another can within minutes.”

We stood about fifty yards away, hidden by a large poster offering condoms at reduced rates at a nearby stall. The irony was impossible to miss, so we were both giggling wildly when a familiar figure emerged from the boys’ tent.

My heart leapt. It was Keiron!

“Where’s he going?” Ness hissed.

“Not for beer,” I replied, watching my heartthrob closely.

“Not the loos either,” Ness added.

The dark, much-desired boy began to stroll towards where we were standing.

“He’s after condoms, Caz,” Ness teased. “You’re in luck!”

“Fuck off, Ness,” I laughed, not admitting I had come prepared.

We watched anxiously as Keiron drew closer, then veered off towards a burger stand.

“Okay. He’s getting food,” Ness said excitedly. “Off we go!”

“What?”

“We’ve got to run ahead and get in the queue in front of him, dozy,” she urged, pushing me hard in the direction Keiron was about to take.

The two of us half-walked, half-ran through the crowds towards the powerful aroma of cooking onions. I was not fond of burgers, especially cheap nasty festival ones and the smell made me feel nauseous, but to win my man, I was prepared even to eat one of the hateful things.

The crowd was thick, so Keiron had already been served by the time we reached the stall. I straightened my hair, hitched my sundress up so just a little more thigh was visible, then stood in line, trying to look casual but making sure I was impossible to miss as he made his way back with the burgers and drinks.

Vanessa stood a little way apart, looking steadfastly in the opposite direction as if meeting boys was the last thing on her mind.

The deceit worked!

“Is that you, Caz!”

The familiar voice made my tummy go gooey and my knees go weak. I turned round, trying to look as if I was surprised.

“Keiron? Hi!” I stammered, smiling, and feeling like a love-struck schoolgirl.

Oh my, God. If anything, he looked even more gorgeous than I had remembered.

“It’s great to see you,” he smiled back, looking genuinely pleased. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“It was a last-minute thing,” I lied.

“Well, I’m glad you made it. You’re not on your own, are you?”

“I’m here with Vanessa,” I replied, then turned to where she was standing, deliberately not looking my way. “Hey, Ness! Look who’s here!”

My friend turned and gave an Oscar-winning performance of a girl both surprised and pleased to meet a friend unexpectedly. We chatted as Keiron led us towards the boys’ tent.

“Hey!” he called towards the open tent flaps as we neared the camp. “You’d better get out here; we’ve got visitors.”

I could feel Vanessa go tense as the object of her obsession grew closer, clearly trying to adopt a pose that showed off her body in a way Chris would find irresistible.

I had to admire her tenacity when it came to getting her man. With a body like hers, it was surely only a matter of time before his resistance crumbled.

Even I felt tense. There was a rustling, grumbling sound from under the canvas before a boy emerged bare-chested, dressed only in cut off jean shorts.

He rose to his feet and looked at us appreciatively. He was tall; the muscles of his well-toned chest were impressive, as was his near six-pack stomach. His legs were long and strong, and he had the tightest pair of buttocks I had seen in a long time.

“Hi!” he said with a friendly smile.

The voice was familiar - very familiar.

I heard Vanessa gasp in disappointment; it wasn’t her beloved Chris emerging from the tent.

It was my brother Paul, her recently dumped ex-boyfriend.

Chapter Three

It took a few moments for the surprise to sink in.

Poor Ness; instead of having her heartthrob all to herself and vulnerable to her undoubted seductive charms, she was standing face to face with the ex she had ditched acrimoniously only a few weeks ago.

His presence was a mystery to me too, but we all tried to put a brave face on the situation.

“Hi,” I smiled awkwardly at my brother.

“Hi, Caro,” he grinned back sheepishly. “Hi, Ness.”

Vanessa just grunted. Keiron seemed either not to have picked up the awkwardness in the air, or else he had decided to try and smooth things over as best he could.

“Want a beer?” he asked in the general direction of we two girls.

“Fuck, yes!” Ness replied angrily, stomping over and taking the offered can.

“Caz?” he looked across at me.

I nodded and he tossed a beer towards me. I caught it, popped the ring, and took a long swig.

“Come on,” Keiron said happily, spreading out a groundsheet and apparently totally misreading the mood of the group. “Drop your tent and bags here and have a drink. We can help you put them up later.”

Our plan to pitch a tent close to our target boys had misfired. Now only my intended partner was available. I looked at Ness. She scowled back at me. I pulled my very best pacifying face and nodded towards Keiron.

Ness’ shoulders moved in a gesture a Frenchman would have been proud of. Then she reluctantly sat down on the rug, as far away from my brother Paul as possible. This meant she was closer to Keiron than I was.

Now it was my turn to frown.

Conversation was a bit awkward to say the least, and almost non-existent between Paul and Ness. My friend emptied her beer very quickly and embarked on a second while I tried to take stock of the situation.

Though my intended target was here and still available, Paul’s presence was a serious interference in my plans as well as Vanessa’s. How could I possibly try and seduce Keiron with my brother watching? How could I let myself go in bed with Keiron when my older brother was there to hear every moan and grunt I made?

I looked at Keiron again; he really was even more attractive than I remembered. There was no way I could afford to miss my chance; I would simply have to deal with the Paul situation if it arose.

When it arose, I told myself with confidence.

“Why not put your tent up here next to ours?” he asked with a smile. “There’s plenty of room, and we can help.”

Ness did not look pleased at the idea, but a thrill passed through me. If I was this close to Keiron, it would make my own plans for seduction that much easier to put into effect. Female solidarity was one thing, but fair’s fair. Just because Ness’ plans had been scuppered didn’t mean I had to abandon my own.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” I asked in as sweet, innocent, girly voice as I could manage.

“No problem,” Kieron replied.

I accepted a second beer; Ness was on her third. As we sat around making awkward small talk, my mind was buzzing. My only option to get with Keiron seemed to be to get Paul and Ness back together again. If the two of them were reconciled and wanted a bit of privacy, Keiron and I could have some private time of our own, and I still might have a chance to win him over.

The idea of helping my brother get back into my best friend’s knickers was disturbing in itself but worse, their body language told me this would be a seriously uphill task.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Mum and Dad think you’re at Ness’ house,” Paul said, puzzled.

It was an hour or so later, and he and I were beginning to erect Ness and my tent.

The others were about to set off towards the concession tents to buy food and more beer for the evening. Ness was definitely avoiding Paul, but Keiron had shot me an encouraging look which gave me hope that my quest would not be in vain.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here either,” I challenged.

“I wasn’t expecting to be here,” he replied. “Chris dropped out at the last minute. Kieron didn’t want to come on his own so rather than waste his ticket…”

“What’s wrong with Chris?” Vanessa stopped in her tracks and asked anxiously. “Is he coming later?”

She was clearly not yet willing to give up all hope of a successful seduction. Paul looked at her awkwardly.

“Alice is knocked up, Ness. She’s pregnant. Her parents just found out. They told Chris’ parents and all Hell has broken loose.”

“No fucking way!” Ness exclaimed.

“Fraid so Ness,” Paul said. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

His voice was hard and sarcastic. Even during their brief fling, Ness had made no secret of her crush on Chris. It’s a testament to her pulling power that, despite making it plain they could only ever be in second place, so many boys still wanted to be with her.

Even my own brother had fallen for her charms. It surprised me just how much that fact upset me.

Less than half an hour later, the two tents were standing side by side, ours much better assembled than Ness and I would have been able to achieve on our own. I smiled inwardly; there was nothing like encouraging a bit of macho showing off to get boys to do things for you.

When Vanessa and Keiron returned with the food and drink, she was still not in a good mood, but things had definitely improved. Gradually, the more laughing and joking that took place, the more her grumpiness softened and by the time we were ready to eat, she was smiling like the rest of us.

I noticed that Paul was trying to get as close to her as possible while we were getting ready. Ness wasn’t responding – at least not yet - but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be talked round eventually.

I wished my brother luck with her!

I wished myself even more luck with Keiron.

Chapter Four

We were happy and slightly drunk as we made our way over to the stage later that evening. The warm-up acts had done their stuff to a fairly good crowd, but as the time approached for the more well-known bands to take the stage, the audience was increasing rapidly.

Wanting to get the best possible view, the four of us wriggled, pushed, and barged our way towards the stage where the crowd was thickest and the music loudest.

For over an hour, the band played, and we danced as energetically as the crush of bodies would allow, arms raised, hair wild, unseen hands all over Ness and my bodies. Both beer and water were being thrown, shots were being drunk and the pungent aroma of illegal smoke washed over us in waves.

I tried my best to keep close to Keiron in the melee, but it wasn’t easy. I did feel male hands copping a feel of my boobs and bottom several times and hoped the hands were his, but I couldn’t be sure.

My attention focussed so tightly on seducing my intended target, I lost track of Paul and Ness.

By the time the set was over, I was so sweaty that my dress was clinging to my body. I badly needed a drink but even more badly, needed the toilet. As the dancing came to a temporary halt and the crush of bodies thinned out, I located my friends. Paul had been even closer to the stage than I thought; Keiron and Ness had been together a little further out.

Apart from telling me that the groping hands had not been those I had hoped for, this discovery also told me that my brother was failing in his attempted reconciliation with Ness. Worse, I did not like the way Keiron was behaving towards her any more than Paul did, if the look on his face was any guide.

“I need the loo,” I announced to the group.

“You’ll be lucky,” Ness frowned. “The queue will be massive. Why not pee behind the trucks like I did?”

“We’re not all outdoor girls like you,” I grinned, then whispered in her ear. “Besides, I need more than just a pee. Anyone else coming?”

All three shook their heads. I scowled.

I had hoped for a few quiet words with my friend on my way to the bank of temporary toilets. While I could understand her anger at being unexpectedly denied access to her beloved Chris, Keiron was supposed to be my target for the evening, not hers. She was being far too flirty with my intended boyfriend for my liking.

“I’ll get a few drinks too then,” I said sulkily, then stalked off in the direction of the stalls.

The queue for the loo was as enormous as I had feared. The bands had re-started by the time I emerged, but at least the line at the bar had reduced. I bought two bottles of Diet Coke then made my way back to the throng in search of my brother and friends.

It was quite a battle, forcing my way towards the stage. With my hands full of Coke, I could not defend myself from straying hands and was touched up many times as I squeezed past gyrating bodies. By the time I reached the place I believed them all to be, I found my brother alone, watching the stage half-heartedly.

I handed him a Coke which he unscrewed angrily, took a long swig from the bottle then with rather forced gaiety, began to dance wildly. With a shrug, I joined him and for half an hour, the heat, smell and buffeting from the crowd prevented any other thought.

“You okay Paul?” I asked during a break in the music while they prepared the stage for the final set.

We were just finishing our drinks, panting and sweating. To my embarrassment, my dress was now all but see-through and the dark rings of my nipples clearly visible, but with the tent so far away, I could do nothing about it.

“I suppose so,” he replied. “It was a long shot anyway.”

“What was?”

He nodded in the general direction of the campsite. I finally got it.

“You mean you and Ness? It’s really all over?”

“Yup. I’m officially dumped with no way back.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, my heart aching for my poor brother. “Where have they gone?”

I asked, annoyed that the target of my affections had made himself scarce too.

“Ness needed the loo,” Paul replied with a sniff. “Keiron went with her to make sure she didn’t get lost. You know what she’s like. They’ll be ages.”

“Why didn’t you go with her?” I asked. “It could have been your big chance.”

“She’d already made it clear that she didn’t want me to,” he replied bitterly. “I’m permanently persona non grata with Vanessa it seems.”

I knew how stubborn and unforgiving my best friend could be and felt even more sorry for my brother. I could work on her over the next few weeks, but it looked like Paul’s plans first to get back into her good books, and from there into her knickers, would have to be shelved for that weekend at least.

“Never mind, Big Bro,” I grinned as the music started again. “Come and show Little Sis your best moves!”

*

The next band was both good and local, and we danced and danced. Paul was a good mover despite the lack of room and brought out the best in my own technique. I could see several girls nearby giving him admiring looks and shooting envious glanced at me, presumably thinking I was his girlfriend. It made me both pleased and jealous, but Paul himself seemed oblivious to everything but me and the music.

Ness and Keiron still hadn’t returned when the final set of the night began to play. It was a local band we knew well; the songs, if not Top Twenty quality were at least catchy, and we knew enough of the words to sing along.

It went down very well; by the time the third song had started, the audience was well warmed up and in good voice, Paul and me included.

We swayed with the crowd and pressed closer to the stage. There were a lot of hot, sweaty people squeezed close together but that is what festivals are all about. I sheltered from the crush as much as I could, by standing in front of my brother’s strong, tall body and was relieved to feel his hands on my waist and hips, making sure we didn’t get separated in the mass of teens dancing in the darkness.

From time to time, Paul’s hands would be dragged upwards to my boobs or downward to my bottom. At least I thought they were Paul’s hands; girls get used to being groped by strangers in concerts and there were many other possible culprits.

To my surprise, it felt pleasant rather than embarrassing and I leaned back against him for fear of being separated.

Paul pressed himself against my back, bottom, and the back of my thighs, holding my upper arm in his left hand in reassurance as, along with thousands of others, we both raised our right arms with our phone torches switched on, in the emotional climax of the band’s signature track.

Then the music was over, and all went quiet. My ears were ringing, my heart was racing, and my body was awash with sweat. There was still no sign of Ness and Keiron, but with all the bodies moving left and right towards their tents or the few stalls that were still open, that wasn’t a big surprise.

“Back to the tent?” Paul asked.

I nodded. It was well after midnight and I was both tired and a little tipsy. Bed sounded a good idea.

“This way, and don’t get lost!”

Paul took my hand, held it tightly and led me through the crowd towards the back line of tents in which ours were placed. We were jostled, tripped and squeezed, but eventually spotted the large blue tent which told us our small green ones were nearby.

“Over there!”

Dragging me by the arm, my big brother guided me through the tangle of guy ropes towards the two green canvas domes that were our home for the weekend.

As we approached, there was no sign of our two friends. It wasn’t until we had drawn level with the tents that I noticed that the front flaps on Paul and Keiron’s tent were half unzipped.

“Look!” I pointed.

Fearing that we had suffered the fate of many festival-goers and had our kit stolen, I called out to Paul, released his hand, and dashed over to the open tent. Pulling back the loose door flap I took a quick, anxious look inside.

I froze, stunned. Paul joined me, looked in and froze too.

We had not been robbed; the contents of the tent were still there and all too clearly visible in the moonlight.

There, with her back on a blanket and her feet on the grass, was my friend Vanessa. Her cropped top had been raised high, exposing her full boobs, her short skirt was around her waist; her pale legs were spread wide apart with her thong tangled around one of her ankles.

Between those open thighs was the bare, hairy bottom of a familiar boy, rising and falling in short jerky thrusts. They were both completely oblivious to our presence as they fucked in the darkness.

“Yes! Oh yes!”

Vanessa’s voice was high and excited. She was obviously enjoying this, as was the boy fucking her. His shorts were around his knees, his T shirt falling over Ness’ belly but not quite concealing the erect cock that was being thrust rather clumsily into her body over and over again.

Even my limited experience told me that this was no expert cocksman at work. But he didn’t need to be; my friend’s arousal was so complete that even as I stood and watched, her body was racked by a powerful climax.

My best friend and the boy I had planned to seduce were having sex right in front of me.

My brother’s best friend was fucking the arse off his ex-girlfriend.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Chapter Five

Ten minutes later, Paul and I were sitting on a rickety bench looking out into the blackness of the sea. The moon was full and reflected in the water, a blackness broken by the foam of small waves breaking on the rocks below. In the town, a church bell chimed once indicating the hour of the night.

In other circumstances, it would have been incredibly romantic, and even in my misery, I could feel emotion being stirred within me. But then I remembered what my best friend and the boy I wanted so badly had been doing right in front of me.

My heart sank.

“Here Caro,” Paul whispered.

Something cool and hard touched my right arm. I reached across and took the open bottle in my hand then raised it to my lips. It was vodka.

“I don’t want to get drunk,” I told him quietly, knowing it was already too late.

“It’ll warm you up. You’re shivering,” he insisted. “Here!”

A warm jacket was slipped around my shoulders. It smelled of my brother, and I pulled it tight around my body. It felt better; I had been cold without realising it.

I took a quick sip from the bottle; the strong, sharp taste made me shudder, but I could feel it warming me on the inside too.

“It seems our family isn’t much in demand at the moment,” I said quietly, passing the bottle back to Paul.

“So it appears,” he agreed, taking a long sip himself. “I’m not sure what hurts most; losing Ness or being beaten to her knickers by my best friend.”

I sniffed.

“I know how you feel about Keiron, Caro,” he continued, putting his arm around my shoulders. “I don’t know exactly how far it got, but I know you’re hurting too.”

“Being beaten by best friends seems to be a family trait,” I grunted, accepting the bottle again and taking another, larger sip.

Paul’s arm tightened around my shoulders; I could feel his body moving closer and snuggled up to him for warmth. We sat together in silence, watching the moon and the sea. I leaned against his strong, masculine chest.

“It hadn’t got as far as you think,” I eventually mumbled.

“I’m pleased to hear it,” my brother said in a serious voice. “I’m not sure how well I’d do against him in a straight fight over your honour.”

I laughed. My honour was long gone, but my brother didn’t need to know that.

“I’m not sure how well I’d do against Ness either,” I said thoughtfully.

“She’s got a vicious temper,” Paul agreed. “I found that out myself.”

I laughed hollowly again. There was a companionable silence for a few minutes while we both took sips from the bottle.

“Caro?” Paul eventually asked.

“Hmm?”

“Was it you that grassed me up to Ness?”

The question took me off guard.

“Huh?” I stalled for time.

“Was it you that told Ness I was trying to get with Becky?” he asked as calmly as if he was enquiring which bus went to Birmingham.

My skin buzzed with embarrassment and I thanked God it was dark.

“I’m sorry,” I confessed. “I was angry.”

“With me?”

“With Becky,” I replied.

I really did not know why I had done what I did. For some reason, the sight of my brother with a notorious man-eater had made me feel deeply jealous inside. It had been bad enough when I knew he was with Ness, but her capricious nature and her obsession with Chris was always going to limit any relationship with Paul.

Becky was a slut and nowhere near good enough for him. I told myself my actions had been to protect my brother, but even if that was true, I had hurt him, nonetheless.

“So, you really were trying to pull her,” I said, pulling away and looking into his handsome face.

He paused for a moment as if contemplating denial then shrugged and took another, larger sip.

“She’s not hard to pull, is she?” he replied in a confessional tone. “And anyway, I was angry with Ness.”

“Was it really my fault you and she broke up?” I asked guiltily.

Paul sighed.

“Nah! Ness and I had started rowing long before you added your bit.”

“So why were you trying to get off with Becky?” I asked.

“I wanted to show Ness she had some competition,” my brother replied. “I suppose I wanted to make her jealous.”

“And you didn’t mind if you got a no-strings shag from Becky along the way?” I suggested. “She’s good at those, so I heard.”

Paul simply smiled.

“Was she worth it?” I asked. “Does she live up to her reputation?”

“It was… very good.”

His body language told me I was right; although he had succeeded, he had been stupid, and knew it. A wave of unexpectedly powerful jealousy surged through me. I snuggled up to him and we sat and sipped a little longer.

“How about you and Keiron?” Paul eventually asked. “Are you giving up on him now?”

“If Chris is permanently out of circulation…”

“Which he is,” he broke in. “He’s going to be a father.”

“Then Ness has no reason not to keep going out with Keiron.”

There was a short pause.

“So, we’re both back on the shelf,” Paul smiled, squeezing me close.

“I can’t compete with those legs, those boobs and all that red hair,” I grumbled.

“You are joking Caro,” Paul laughed hollowly.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he smiled, brushing my hair away from my face with his fingers. “According to my friends, you’re one of the hottest girls in the school.”

“Now who’s being cruel?” I frowned.

“Cross my heart,” Paul laughed, making a gesture over his left breast. “You should hear the things they say about you. Even I fancy you sometimes.”

“Yeah, really!” I sneered sarcastically.

“Really! If you weren’t my sister Caro, you’d be in serious danger right now!”

I laughed. I could always rely on Paul to cheer me up. His mere presence was healing for me; warm and reassuring.

“I can’t face going back to the tent just yet,” he whispered. “Not with all that shagging going on.”

“Me neither,” I agreed, snuggling closer as the night grew cooler.

I felt Paul’s fingers stroking my hair; I nuzzled his neck in return.

“That feels nice,” I sighed.

His arm squeezed me closer against the cooling air. I felt the warmth of his breath on the top of my head and pressed my smooth bare legs against his long hairy ones. His hand fell from my shoulders to my thigh.

“How long should we give them?”

“How long does Ness usually take?” I asked bitterly. “You should know; you’ve been there!”

“That was a bit bitchy, Caro,” my brother scolded jokingly, though I noticed he did not deny it. “I could just as easily ask you how long Keiron usually takes?”

“I wouldn’t know,” I replied sulkily. “We never did it.”

“I thought you two had...”

“Yeah, well we didn’t, right?” I snapped. “We nearly did, but we didn’t.”

Paul seemed oddly pleased at this piece of news. His chest seemed to swell, and his hand slid just the tiniest bit higher up my thigh.

“We’ll give them half an hour,” he suggested.

“I’m in no hurry,” I agreed.

We snuggled closer, facing out towards the sea. The air was cool but not too chilly, the clouds periodically obscuring the full moon, but not enough to ruin the essential romance of the night.

I sighed again; this romantic atmosphere was supposed to have been my secret weapon in the seduction of Keiron. His tight, fit body was supposed to be between my spread legs, not Vanessa’s. If anyone’s cock was supposed to be in Vanessa’s pussy it was my brother’s, not Keiron’s.

Things had gone badly wrong.

I looked up at Paul, then out over the moonlit sea and felt his arm tighten around me. His hand moved a little further upwards on my thigh until it was on my bottom, pulling my under-dressed body against his warm thigh.

How could Ness choose anyone over my brother anyway? She had hurt him as well as me. She had stolen my boyfriend and dumped my brother. The thought made me angry with her and protective about Paul. I snuggled even closer to him, feeling his strong left arm around my shoulders and his right hand high on my thigh.

Ness would suffer in the end; Keiron would fuck her and dump her just as he had teased and dumped me. At least he hadn’t fucked me; at least I had that bit of dignity to hold onto.

I took another quick sip from the bottle.

Ness was a slut. Ness had let Keiron fuck her within hours of getting together, and in front of witnesses too. She was no better than Becky; Paul was much better off without her. He was too good for her. He was much better looking than Keiron and a much, much nicer person too.

I could feel Paul’s hot breath on the top of my head. I could feel the heat of his chest against my side. I could feel the warmth of his hand as it affectionately stroked my bare, goose-pimpled thigh from my knee right up to my panties.

My panties… despite my vodka-induced haze, it dimly dawned on me that my brother’s hand was now underneath my dress, stroking my bottom through my panties.

It felt… strange. Not wrong, certainly not unpleasant, but…

Puzzled, I raised my face to his in question. Paul lowered his face to mine as if to hear better…

Our lips touched. Once. Then parted.

Something had just happened; something that wasn’t quite normal. Puzzled, I looked up into his face again… and then he began to kiss me, lightly and tentatively at first as if unsure what to do or how I would react.

I didn’t react. As if frozen by what was happening, I neither co-operated nor resisted as I felt Paul’s tongue on my lips, gently parting them before slowly entering my mouth.

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