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Chapter Seven

My brother’s erect cock entered my body without another word being spoken. It entered slowly, it entered awkwardly, but enter it most certainly did.

The tangle of underwear around my ankles prevented me opening my legs wide so his progress was awkward and clumsy, but it didn’t matter. By then, Paul was determined that nothing was going to prevent the inevitable from happening and I wasn’t going to put any kind of barrier in his way.

I gasped helplessly as Paul’s swollen head passed between my inner lips and plunged headlong into the warm, wet darkness of the deep cavern beyond, followed immediately by his thick, ribbed shaft. As my tight passage was opened by his smooth tip, the thick pole of muscle on which it rode was dragged across the wire tight flesh of my entrance, electrifying my entire sex.

My chest tightened and my heart thumped as Paul’s penis passed through my tight, wet entrance and into the dark passage beyond, making my entire body tremble as it was impaled.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, pausing partway into his penetration.

I shook my head and stared up into the place I believed his eyes to be. It did hurt, but it was a good hurt; a hurt I wanted so badly.

I felt him pull back a little, as if adjusting his angle and giving my body a moment to prepare itself. Then he thrust forward again, stretching my entrance even wider; filling my body deeper and more completely than I had thought possible.

My back arched instinctively, my knees fell wider open and my hands gripped the grass beneath me so tightly I pulled a huge clump away. He pulled back and began to thrust once again, but this time, in short, shallow strokes, each driving him a little deeper into my soft, wet body, inch by incredible inch, filling me more and more until finally, its entire length was inside me.

I bit my lip in pleasure and pain as my belly was stuffed almost to bursting by my lover’s wonderful cock.

“Oh, God!” I sighed, incapable of speech.

“Are you okay, Caro?”

“Oh, God! Oh my God!” Was all I could manage in reply.

Paul held himself still over me; a dark, heavy shadow in the darkness, his hips crushing mine, the thick base of his shaft stretching my entrance, its swollen head pressed hard against my cervix as my fully impaled body tried desperately to adjust to the invading monster.

I had felt an erect penis in my vagina before, but it hadn’t felt like this. Whether it was the boy himself, the occasion, the angle or even just his sheer physical size, I couldn’t tell, but my brother’s cock filled me like I had never been filled before. My belly felt as if it would burst and my entrance felt so tight it would surely tear.

My mind dimly told me we had just done something terribly wrong, but my body was screaming even louder that this was the most amazing, most incredible feeling it had ever experienced. The owner of the cock buried within me was irrelevant; all that mattered was that it was there, filling me, making me feel like nothing on earth.

And that was before he began to fuck me.

Oh my God, did he fuck me!

The moment that amazing cock began to move in and out of my vagina, any hint of reservation vanished. There, on my back on the grass, my dress around my waist, my knickers tying my ankles together, the cool dampness soaking into my back, I let my older brother fuck the living daylights out of my teenage body.

It was and remains the most daringly exciting thing that has ever happened to me.

I moaned, I squirmed with pleasure, I instinctively tipped my pelvis forward to rub my clitoris more firmly against the shaft that was penetrating me. My flailing legs tore my knickers away and parted wide, opening my body to him completely, allowing him to sink a precious half-inch deeper into me and for his pubic bone to grind hard against my clitoris.

I squealed so loudly that he had to cover my mouth with his hand. I sank my teeth into the fleshy part of his thumb, and when he lowered himself onto me, into the nape of his neck once again. My hands flew to his sides, to his muscular chest, to his shoulders and face as he slammed his body into mine over and over again. My legs wrapped themselves around his thighs and I grabbed at his hips as if trying to draw him even deeper into me.

Whether I actually came or not simply did not matter; I was being fucked more expertly than I had ever been fucked before, and by the person I loved and trusted more than anyone in the world. There, on the grass, in the open air and with the night cooling all around us, my body was being penetrated over and over again by the biggest, most amazing, most unexpected cock it had ever encountered.

But this level of passion couldn’t last long. After barely a few minutes of strong, steady thrusting, I could feel Paul’s cock beginning to swell inside me. His rhythm broke, his strokes became hard, violent and erratic…

And then he came!

With my fingernails raking his shoulders and sides, my legs wrapped around his thighs and my teeth buried in his shoulder, my brother began to ejaculate deep inside my helpless, spasming body.

In the darkness, I could just make out Paul’s handsome face contorting into an ugly grimace as his climax struck. I could feel his thick, heavy cock pulsing and throbbing inside me as my cervix was smeared with his pale, creamy semen and millions of microscopic sperm flowed freely into my body.

Then it was all over. An eerie stillness descended.

I lay there, panting, every inch of me tingling, the weight of Paul’s motionless body heavy on my hips as the pulsing, spurting creature within me became first still, then began to soften.

I looked up into the shadow where his eyes would be, wishing I could see the expression on his face, hoping desperately it was one of love, not the shame or even disgust that I feared might follow the realisation he had just inseminated his sister.

Paul must have seen the look of desperation on my face because he lowered his lips to mine and kissed me gently. He tasted salty; fresh sweat on his face from the energy with which he had just fucked me.

Then he slowly raised his body from mine. I whimpered as his softening cock was pulled from my still-tingling vagina. As he rolled to sit on the grass alongside, the enormity of what we had just done began to dawn on me.

My body shaking with post-coital emotion, tears began to roll down my cheeks.

“Caro! Please don’t cry!”

Paul’s voice sounded genuinely concerned, and so it might. Lying there exactly as he had left me, my legs spread wide, my vagina oozing my brother’s semen, I can’t have been a pretty sight, even by moonlight.

“Come here!”

Paul shuffled alongside, then gently rolled me into his strong arms, holding me tightly as my body shook, kissing the top of my head, nuzzling my hair, and stroking my battered, grass-stained back and sides.

The tears ran freely from my eyes, over my cheeks and onto my brother’s muscular shoulder, but his embrace was firm and the body he held me so tightly against was warm and comforting.

“Caro! Oh, Caro!” he whispered softly into my ear, hugging me tightly. “Please don’t cry. It’s all right! It’s all right…”

*

I lay on the grass in my brother’s arms for a long time as the trembling in my body slowly faded. My head was spinning, my stomach churning and the rest of me was all but paralysed by the physical and emotional shock of what had just taken place.

Eventually, the night grew too cold for us to remain half-naked in the open air. Paul rose to his feet, helped his shivering sister to hers, and the two of us dressed awkwardly.

My knickers were a write-off, the elastic torn and twisted by my flailing ankles, so I pulled my short dress down as far as I could and hoped there would be few festival-goers still awake to notice the bare bottom and hairless, recently used vulva beneath.

“Shall we go back?” Paul asked, smiling.

“We’d better, or those two will wonder what we’ve been up to,” I replied, trying desperately to act normally when normal was the last thing I felt.

“They’ll be far too busy with each other to care,” Paul said. “And they’ll never guess what we’ve really been doing.”

“God, I hope you’re right,” I whispered.

The boy whose body had so recently been inside mine, took my hand and led me along the dark pathway from the sea, as if we were any normal couple returning from a romantic walk and an illicit coupling. After a minute or two of walking, I could feel semen beginning to trickle down my inner thigh, and silently prayed no-one would be around to see.

As we approached the campsite, plenty of revellers were still awake, drinking, singing and making out, but to my relief, few even noticed the newly formed romantic couple as we made our way through the chaos. My dress bore incriminating grass stains, my lipstick was smeared over my face and God alone knew what my hair looked like, but at a festival, there was no shortage of girls showing signs of recent sex.

The few that did notice would have seen nothing to suggest that the boy and girl walking arm in arm before them were brother and sister, and my dishevelled appearance raised no eyebrows.

When we arrived at our tents, the flaps on Keiron and Ness’ love nest were closed, but the sounds of noisy lovemaking were still clearly audible. From the high-pitched squealing and yelping coming through the canvas, Keiron was clearly delivering what my friend needed in spadefuls.

“Just how much energy do they have?” Paul grinned, squeezing my hand.

“Perhaps it’s love,” I replied.

“Nah! Come with me and I’ll show you what love really feels like.”

He squeezed my hand again and led me to the other tent. There, we stripped each other naked then fucked hard, passionately and as silently as we could, over and over again until finally, I fell asleep on him in the steamy darkness.

Chapter Eight

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This wasn’t at all what I had planned.

I stared up at the inside of the tent as the sun rose, watching drops of condensation running down the ridge before joining together into small pools; condensation caused by the cool of the morning and the warm breath coming from the tent’s two tired occupants. My back ached and my head throbbed, but it was the soreness between my legs that dominated my thoughts.

That and the reason why I was so sore.

It was not the first time I had woken aching in a tent. It was not the first time I had woken with a hangover. To my shame, it was not even the first time I had woken with the dried, crispy evidence of sex sticking to my lower belly and upper thighs, and my head full of doubts, questions and regrets.

But it most certainly was the first time this condition had been brought about by my older brother.

My head spun, and not just because of the hangover that had already started and promised to get much worse before it got better.

What in God’s name had we done? The question was redundant; there was no doubt what we had done. The evidence was all around; in my mind; in my memory; over and inside my body.

My big brother had fucked me. No, it hadn’t been as one-sided as that. Although he had made most of the running, I had been a full and willing participant in all that had occurred.

I had had sex with my brother. That didn’t feel right either; although the result had been intense and passionate, for me at least, it had been so much more than a mere physical coupling.

Paul and I had made love. To me, that felt much more like what had happened. Whether my brother felt the same I couldn’t tell, but even if he did, what difference did it make if I had just made the biggest mistake of my life?

A slight movement told me the boy who had just become my latest and most unexpected lover, was still lying alongside me. Unable to face him, I lay on my side, as still as I could, feigning sleep as I tried to make sense of the night’s unplanned activities.

I watched another rivulet of condensation run down the side of the tent as the emotions that haunt every freshly fucked girl flashed through my mind.

Had I been too easy a conquest? I had certainly not made his progress at all difficult. Did he really love me, or had he just wanted sex? And of course, the old favourite; now that he really had fucked me, would he still respect me? Did I even respect myself after what I had done and let him do?

In truth, I wasn’t at all sure.

On the one hand, I desperately wanted to tell him that I loved him, that I had probably loved him all my life and wanted to be with him in every way a girl could be… but I was too stunned and emotional and knew the right words just wouldn’t come.

On the other hand, perhaps they shouldn’t come. Paul was my brother; the boy I had known literally all my life; by turns, my tormentor and defender, my devil and my idol. We had grown up together, fought together, spent most of our lives together, shared parents, houses, holidays, experiences and even secrets together.

We had always been close, but now a bigger secret was bringing us closer. Now we had become closer than a brother and sister should ever be; now we knew more about each other’s bodies than siblings ever should.

Now we shared perhaps the biggest secret of all.

Why had it happened? Okay, I had been drunk, but in all honesty, not drunk enough to have lost control. Paul had not taken advantage of a helplessly inebriated girl. My memories were clear enough to know that I had been at least as aware of what we were doing as he was and, especially once we had returned to the tent, had been every bit as willing and eager participant of all that had happened next.

I was at least as responsible as him for the soreness between my thighs and its potentially life-changing implications.

So, if it hadn’t been alcohol, how had we ended up having sex at all, let alone that many times?

Okay, we had both been upset. Finding Vanessa and Keiron openly fucking in their tent was enough to bring out the emotions in any would-be boyfriend or girlfriend, but was that any excuse for committing incest?

Incest!

The word ran over and over through my mind. We had committed perhaps the ultimate taboo. I knew almost every culture in history had a taboo against incest. In most countries, including our own, it was illegal, and even in those few places where it wasn’t actually against the law, it was not acceptable in society.

So why had we done it? Why hadn’t our instincts prevented it happening? And why – a shiver passed through me as vivid, feral memories rippled through my body - why had it felt so very, very good when it had been so very, very bad?

Paul moved again. I could feel the heat of his body close to my back.

Paul! My big brother Paul. Good looking, good-natured Paul. I had loved and idolised him most of my life, but that didn’t justify having sex with him, did it?

And now that we had done the wicked deed, had my feelings changed? Had he become more than a brother, or less than one? Did I still love him as a brother? Did I still love him at all? Did I hate him now, after what we had just done?

At least I knew the answer to that; I most emphatically did not hate him. My feelings for him were powerful and passionate, and hate did not feature anywhere within them.

But what kind of feelings were they? Was I in love?

I had believed myself to be in love with boys before; I had even let a select few of them fuck me, but none of them had made me feel like Paul had made me feel. I hadn’t ever felt like this, either before or after sex. This was something new; something different.

Perhaps I hadn’t understood what real romantic love felt like. Or maybe this was what romantic and sibling love felt like when mixed together; intense, passionate but at the same time, confused and contradictory.

Whatever it was, it was frighteningly powerful. A cold ache passed through my belly as my mind continued on its painful course.

What would Paul think of me now? Okay, he had taken the lead, but I hadn’t even tried to resist. Would he think I made it that easy for any boy to get into my knickers? Would he think his sister was a slut? Would he even hate me now that he knew what fucking me was like?

I knew from heartbroken, tearful friends that some boys were disgusted by girls once they had fucked them; that they dumped them and told their friends exaggerated stories of all they had done.

Please God, don’t let Paul be one of those boys!

Blinking back the tears I desperately wanted to hide, I steeled myself then turned towards the recumbent shape lying close alongside me. To my surprise, Paul’s eyes were already open, watching me, a warm smile on his familiar, handsome face.

“Good morning,” he said quietly, his dreamy eyes large, dark and deep. “How are you feeling?”

What could I say? How could I answer when I hardly knew myself?

He shuffled a little closer then kissed me, first on the forehead like the brother he had always been, then on the lips like the lover he had now become.

I looked into his eyes, those two windows on the soul, desperate for some kind of reassurance. What I saw was warmth, affection, attraction and more than a little lust.

Thank you, God! My heart was thumping, and my tummy buzzed with butterflies but at least I had at least one answer; he did not hate me. The relief was immense.

“Are you okay?” Paul’s voice was soft and warm but concerned.

“Y…Yes,” was all I could manage before emotion caught in my throat.

“No regrets I hope!”

His voice was reassuring and right then, I needed reassurance.

“Do you regret it?” I replied, answering his question with a question, unwilling to commit myself until I knew how my new and entirely unexpected lover felt about me and about all that had happened in the last few hours.

Paul’s response was to shuffle closer and kiss me again, this time his eyes closed as our lips touched.

My own eyes stayed open, watching his rugged, unshaven face carefully for any sign of revulsion or disgust. To my eternal relief, I saw none, and when he eventually broke our embrace and looked down on my supine form, I saw only warmth on his familiar countenance.

Perhaps it would be alright after all.

“Do you think they heard us?” I asked anxiously.

“I doubt it,” Paul grinned. “We were very quiet, and they were making too much noise themselves.”

That was a relief too. The day was going to be difficult enough; I wasn’t ready for explanations as awkward as these would have been.

Chapter Nine

As if on cue, familiar noises from the other tent began as once again, my brother’s best friend began to fuck the girl I had considered my own closest companion. The boy whose cock I had intended would by now have been inside mine many times, was once again penetrating the body of my brother’s ex-girlfriend.

Paul looked at me; I looked at him. We exchanged smiles; his awkward, mine anxious, both uncertain about the other’s reaction to the very thing he and I had been doing so recently.

I needn’t have worried.

“How come they have so much energy?” he asked with a smile.

“They’re young and in love?” I suggested.

Paul frowned, and a bolt of fear flashed through me. Did he think I was asking him to tell me he loved me too?

Any girl would need reassurance waking up next to a boy she had just had sex with for the first time. Imagine how that girl would feel if, like me, the boy in question was her older brother. Was I exposing my vulnerabilities too soon and to crudely? What if he refused to say those three vital words? What if he thought I was trying to trap him?

And even if he didn’t suspect me of that, it couldn’t have been easy to listen to the girl he had recently loved having sex so noisily with another man, especially if he was your best friend.

I looked closely into his face, searching for signs of pain or jealousy.

“Aren’t we young and in love too?” he asked.

The relief that passed through me is almost impossible to describe. We kissed again, more passionately this time, our tongues active and eager, his hands all over my naked body once again. When we finally came up for air, the noises from the next tent had grown louder.

“Does it hurt hearing them together?” I asked softly.

“Not now I have you,” Paul replied, then quickly added. “That’s if I do have you?”

The question made my heart ache.

“You’ve always had me, you know that,” I reassured him. “We’ve always had each other.”

“I know, but not like this,” he said. “Not like we had each other last night.”

That was certainly true. Nothing remotely like last night’s activities had ever happened between us before.

“You didn’t answer my question; do you regret it?” I asked.

“God no!” he replied with an emphasis that could only be genuine. “At least, not if you don’t.”

I kissed him on the lips again then looked him straight in the eye as I replied, the honest truth coming quickly and easily.

“Not for one second.”

Paul raised the edge of his sleeping bag in invitation. I slid underneath; my soft, naked flesh snuggled close against his strong, masculine body. He smelled of sweat and sex, as no doubt did I, but underneath was the familiar masculine aroma I had known and loved for so long.

The noises coming through the walls of the other tent were louder now; the short sharp gasps of a girl whose body was being repeatedly and pleasurably penetrated. I looked into Paul’s eyes as we listened, still searching for signs of pain but to my relief, finding none.

Instead, I felt the clear, insistent pressure of his erection against my thigh and saw the expression of lust growing on his handsome face.

“I’m really sore,” I protested weakly. “I’ve never done it so many times before.”

“Well, if you don’t like the idea…” he began, smiling knowingly.

“I didn’t say that!” I interrupted with my own knowing smile.

Paul looked at me with a grin and raised an eyebrow in silent but meaningful question.

“Well, okay,” I said, pretending to be humouring him. “But only if we’re very quiet.”

“That’s mostly down to you,” he grinned. “You’re the noisy one in this relationship.”

“Don’t embarrass me,” I chided, pleased more than I could possibly express that he had used the magic word, relationship.

I rolled onto my back and reached up towards him. Paul mounted me awkwardly in the cramped confines of the tent; his feet tangled in the mess of blanket and discarded sleeping bags that surrounded us. As his body rose over mine, my legs parted instinctively, and I looked up into the face of the boy whose body was about to merge with mine once again.

In the darkness of night, our couplings had been driven by touch, sound and smell. It had been almost impossible to make out the features of my new lover. Now, with the morning sun glowing through the tent’s thin walls, I could clearly see my brother’s strong, handsome face only inches above mine as he wriggled into place between my thighs.

The warm glow of love and lust that rippled through my body was like nothing I had known before.

I ran my fingers along his strong, masculine jawline then we kissed again, tongues entwined as he lowered himself onto me. I felt the weight of his erect cock, first on my lower belly then against my inner thigh as he moved his hips into place.

My heart thumping hard, I reached down to direct its swollen head towards my wet, welcoming passage, rubbing his smooth, rounded tip up and down my slit until it was positioned at the mouth of my deepest, darkest place.

I felt the gentlest of pressures as my entrance was stretched and winced as the soreness made its presence felt.

“Sore, Caro?” he grinned. “I’m not taking all the blame!”

“Please be gentle,” I whispered.

“That’s not what you said last night,” he grinned in response.

I blushed, then felt his muscles tense as his hips were thrust forwards and for the fourth time in less than twelve hours, my brother’s erect cock smoothly and silently entered my body.

“Ohhhaaahhhh!”

I sighed softly as his smooth, swollen head parted my inner lips and his thick, firm shaft pushed its way into my tight cavern, opening me like a flower, my legs parting wider and wider as he slowly sank his full length into me.

“Oh God,” I sighed breathily. “That feels sooo nice!”

And it did feel nice. Although I was definitely sore, and in several places, this penetration felt like nothing I had known before. Our first copulations had been in the heat of passion; formed by hormones and emotion, driven by jealousy and alcohol. This was different; sober and in the calmness of the morning light, driven now by love and desire, my brother had entered me once again.

Paul’s cock sank deeper and deeper into my opening body until it found its rightful place and could go no further. I could feel the pressure of his head against my cervix as his pubic hair ground hard against my hairless mound and the thick base of his shaft stretched my battered entrance so tightly it hurt.

He paused. We looked into each other’s faces as my body adjusted once again to the invading, but so badly needed pole of muscle. As his deep brown eyes fixed on mine, the softness of his expression melted my heart and the love I had always felt for him grew ten times stronger.

Tears formed in my eyes and began to run down my cheeks.

“Caro?” Paul whispered, anxiously.

“It’s okay,” I nodded, before the strength of my emotions deprived me of further speech.

I felt him wriggle, then swell and harden inside me even more. Then he pulled back slowly and thrust forward once again, firmly but silently.

“Mmmm!”

He did it again. I bit my lip to stifle a moan. He did it a third time, then a fourth… and then he was fucking me properly once more. Paul’s erect cock plunged deep into me, over and over again, with a slow but steadily increasing pace that made my blossoming body respond rapidly and passionately.

“Oh my God!” I gasped as the sensations began to ripple out from my fully filled vagina.

“Shhh!” Paul whispered, slowing slightly in his pace.

“Sorry I… Oh, yesss!”

The pleasure flowing from my vulva, through my lower belly and into my chest was intense, its pulsing sensations in perfect time with the dull, slapping sounds coming from between my open thighs. I ran my hands over his strong shoulders and arms and down to his waist, half pulling him into me with every powerful thrust of his hips.

The pleasure rose higher. The compulsion to scream out my desire became stronger. I grabbed the corner of the sleeping bag and stuffed it into my mouth, biting hard on the downy filling to stifle the moans that by now I simply could not control.

‘Slap-slap-slap-slap.’

“Mmmmnngghh!”

‘Slap-slap-slap-slap.’

“MmmmNNNGGGHHH!”

My body was shaking with the sheer physical joy of being fucked by this amazing, gorgeous boy. That I knew him so well and trusted him so completely was mere icing on the cake. The fact that he was my brother, and that this wonderful, life-changing copulation was forbidden, was driven completely from my mind by the desire, lust and love that overfilled my mind and body.

At that moment none of it mattered; this was what I had been born for. This was the one cock that my vagina - no, my whole body had been created for, and I wanted nothing more than to have it within me.

‘Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap.’

“MMMMNNNGGGHHH!”

I growled, screamed and wailed my climax into the sleeping bag’s thermal filling, biting as hard as I could to keep our terrible, wonderful secret from our so-called friends in the tent nearby. My body, however, suffered no such constraints, my legs wrapping themselves tightly around my brother’s thighs, then his waist, drawing him into me for all they were worth, while my fingernails raked his biceps and chest until deep red marks stood out against his tanned flesh.

“MMMMNNNGGGHHH!”

This time the sound was coming not from my mouth but from above my face, as Paul’s own climax approached. His handsome face became twisted and contorted, his thrusts grew wild and uncontrolled and his cock began to swell and throb deep within me.

“Yes! Yes! Cum in me! Cum in me, pleeeasseee!”

Whether or not those words actually emerged from my mouth I cannot be sure, but they were all that filled my mind as my body readied itself for yet another full insemination. I held onto my brother as if my life depended on it as for the fourth time, I felt his ejaculation beginning deep inside me. His hips ground hard against my bare mound and his cock pulsed and throbbed against the smooth peach of my cervix as rope after rope of thick, sperm-filled semen was pumped from its end and into my welcoming body.

Salty drops of sweat fell from his forehead and onto my face as he came. I gripped his forearms in my fists, spitting out the sleeping bag’s soaking wet fabric and sinking my teeth into his wrists as the last tremors of my own orgasm and his copious ejaculation met in the perfection of mutual climax.

Then it was over.

Our mutual orgasms slowly subsiding, we lay together, joined at the hips, panting as silently as we could. Paul’s strong arms wrapped around my trembling frame as we slowly recovered our breath. My body tingled with the extraordinary pleasure we had just enjoyed, my heart felt as it might burst; swollen with adoration for this incredible boy; the boy I had looked for all my life, but who had been merely feet away from me all that time.

“I-love-you!I-love-you!I-love-you!” I murmured helplessly into his downy chest as I felt his erection begin to soften.

The words were out of my mouth before my brain could stop them. I froze. Oh, God! Had I just ruined everything?

My brother looked down at me with an expression I couldn’t quite make out. For a moment a bolt of fear passed through me, but then a broad smile crossed his face.

“I love you too Caro,” he said reassuringly. “I love you so much!”

His flaccid cock slipped from my body leaving me once again feeling empty. Paul drew me into his arms, and we cuddled silently, listening to the copulation in the tent alongside as it moved towards its own noisy and no doubt equally messy conclusion.

“Do you think they heard us?” I asked.

“Just now? No chance. Listen to the pair of them.”

And he was right. When Vanessa reached her final, squealing orgasm only a few metres away from where we lay in each other’s arms, she was beyond noticing anything beyond the confines of her own body. The blend of female wailing, and male grunting reached a crescendo as the boy who only hours ago, I had thought I was in love with, began to spurt his seed into the girl my brother had genuinely adored.

And neither of us cared any longer.

The expression of love and lust on my brother’s face was meant only for me.

Chapter Ten

To say the rest of the day was a bit awkward is like saying that the moon was a bit further away than the toilet block.

At least Keiron and Vanessa had the decency to look shamefaced when they eventually emerged from their little love nest an hour later. And when they did, they found Paul and me sitting outside our tent, a respectable distance apart, drinking large plastic cups of tea which we had bought from a nearby pop-up cafe.

It was so, so hard to maintain our old sibling body language when all I wanted to do was throw my arms around my new lover, kiss him and drag him back into our own den of iniquity, but I think we managed. Certainly, our loved-up so-called friends showed no sign of having noticed a change in the relationship between me and my wonderful older brother.

Paul and I had taken advantage of their preoccupation to make ourselves look as respectable as we could, washing the more obvious signs of sex from our bodies at the campsite washroom. My hair was brushed adequately if not perfectly, and I had changed out of my grass-stained dress into very short shorts and a T-shirt.

In pleasing contrast, Vanessa looked as if she had been dragged through a hedge backwards; her red hair was tousled and matted, the clothes she had worn yesterday were soiled and sticking to her sweaty, sex-stained body.

With the unfairness of life, both my former heartthrob Keiron and my new lover and brother Paul simply looked even more handsome and rugged with their unshaved faces and rumpled clothes.

I looked surreptitiously from one to the other then back again and smiled; I had definitely the got better half of the deal.

Then I looked at Ness’ scruffy hair and puffy face and smiled even more. For once, it looked like Paul had got the better deal too!

Unsurprisingly, the atmosphere was strained for the rest of the morning. Heavy doses of guilt and embarrassment kept Keiron’s and even Ness’ usual exuberance suppressed. Long silences were very much in evidence too, so we were all very subdued until mid-afternoon when the first band began to play, and we drifted together towards the stage.

Their hangovers still clearly raw and painful, Keiron and Ness had decided to stay at the back where the crowd was less intense and the toilets closer, so Paul and I made our way into the crush in front of the singer and lead guitarist.

“I bet you a tenner those two go back to the tent for another shag,” Paul shouted above the music as the crowd pressed in around us, then leaned close to my ear and added. “I wish we could too.”

I wasn’t so sure, but only because the soreness between my thighs had becomeTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.