A Narrow Boat Holiday Ch. 01

Chapter One

We have a family of four in this fictitious story. Father Alan 44, Mother Judy 43, Son David 20, Daughter Alison 18.

We start on the Saturday.

Saturday

Our group are embarking on a narrow boat holiday, something they have enjoyed as a family a couple of times before, but not for a few years now.

This will probably be their last holiday with the four of them together as David is away studying at college, though he is currently on his summer break, and Alison will be starting at her college when the new term starts. After that, the chances are that the children will fly the nest, or at least find partners of their own to holiday with. Therefore it's unlikely that all of them will be free at the same time for another holiday with just the four of them together. Certainly not without other people being involved as well.

Things start off at the boat yard where they pick up their craft for the week and are given a quick run down of how it works, where things are etc. Having been narrow boating before, all they need is to find out what the specifics are for this boat, like how start and stop the engine, how any other controls work, where the water filler is and so on, nothing they haven't come across before, but on each boat they are always slightly different.

The first night they moor up just a mile or two from the boat yard as by the time they have travelled from home, been introduced to the boat, transferred all their belongings to it and set off, there isn't a lot of daylight left. Anyway, they need time to get settled in properly, stashing their things as well as familiarising themselves with the craft, so it's just a short hop for their first leg.

They have a nice meal at a pub that is a short walk from where they've moored, get back, set up the beds and settle down for the night, in the hopes of a good week ahead.

Sunday.

The next day, Sunday, sees them negotiating several locks in fairly quick succession, with the youngsters doing most of the hard work but their parents not shrinking from the tasks either.

Some of the locks on this section are manned by volunteers who help with operating the sluices and gates but even so, there is still plenty for them all to do.

After a quick on the move lunch, Alan declares he is going for a shower because he is very sweaty, the day being quite a hot one. Judy says she is going for a short nap, and then will probably have a shower before starting on the evening meal which they intend to have on the boat.

The children, having had a chance to change into shorts and T's are left to steer the boat along the next few miles as there should not be any major obstacles, just some twists, turns and other boats to avoid, but no locks to negotiate. Nothing that might be described as complicated. They have both been in charge of a narrow boat before, so their parents are happy to leave them to it but say they are 'on call' should the need arise.

A little later the two are rejoined by their parents who have also both changed into different, lighter, cooler clothes.

Alan is now wearing shorts and a T-shirt, while his wife has on a short, halter neck dress that shows off both her legs and her back to full advantage."

"Wow Mum - I like that. I'll have to see if I can borrow it at some time."

"Of course you can dear. Do you think it's too risque for me?"

"No - I think you'll be the one drawing peoples eyes this afternoon. You look great."

"I'll go with that." Alan says as she stands and looks her up and down as she turns to show herself to them all.

"Hey - eyes on the road, driver," she says in mock panic.

"Sugar" David says as he has to make a quick course correction to save running into the bank.

They leave the youngsters to continue driving and go and sit together right up at the front of the boat for a while.

"Aww look." Alison says pointing to them up at the front as they sit snuggled up side by side, her mothers head leaning on her fathers shoulder, "Like a couple of love birds."

"Yeah - sweet init?" David says grinning, "Do you think they're still in love?"

"I hope so. Who knows. They haven't split up, and they don't shout at each other much, so I guess so. I hope so anyway."

Later they moor up for the night and eat, sitting out on the bank as it's a warm evening. The talk over the meal is about the sights they have seen during the day, and one in particular that they all couldn't fail to notice. A boat they passed going the other way was crewed by a young couple about the same ages as our two youngsters. Both were down to next to nothing in terms of clothes because of the heat. According to Judy, he was an Adonis lookalike, all muscles and with a perfect six pack wearing budgie smuggler trunks that didn't hide a great deal, while she was a skinny, but still very pretty little thing that looked as if a breath of wind would blow her away. It might also have blown her teensy weensy yellow bikini off her easily enough.

"You know, Dad," David says, "if working the locks is too much for you, you could leave them to us. I'm sure we could manage."

"Are you saying I'm too old?" Alan complains with a laugh.

"No - but you did seem tired out after doing those locks today."

"Phuh - I wasn't tired, I was just so hot and sweaty and in need of a shower."

"And a nap." David says.

"OK - so I had a nap as well, so what? Am I not allowed to have a midday nap for a change? I never get the chance when I'm working."

"Just saying." David replies with a smirk.

"Well I'm fine thank you, I think we can both keep up with you two when it comes any - er - physical stuff."

Their mother grins and nods in agreement.

Monday.

The next day is another scorcher, and although somewhat overcast it is still very hot and humid. That means that vast amounts of skin are on show as with lots of heat but little direct sun, it means people are just trying to keep as cool as possible in the minimal breeze. They don't need to cover up too much to keep away from the nasty rays of the sun, so can go with as little clothing as is decent. The boys are wearing shorts and T's at the beginning of the morning, but by lunch they've discarded their tops. Judy starts off the day in the little halter neck dress she was wearing the afternoon before, but after lunch has swapped that for a black bikini. Alison has taken that opportunity to wear her mother's little dress instead of the short skirt and vest top that she started the day in.

All the rest of her family agree how good she looks in it.

Not only are our four now down to what might be described as the bare minimum of clothing, but it seems just about everyone else on the canal has decided that is the way to go as well. There are a few people that really ought to be covered up more as they don't exactly draw the eye, at least not in a good way, but in general most of the bodies on show could be classed as reasonably good looking if not actually eye candy - of either gender.

By the evening, they are all hot, sweaty, tired from working the locks and ready for a relaxing time on the bank where they've once again set up their small table and chairs to eat.

"Well - that was a brilliant day, wasn't it?" Alan asks nobody in particular.

"If you mean you getting chatted up by the lock keeper, then I suppose it was." Judy says in a tone of mock disgust, as if she minded.

"Hey - she was just talking to me."

"Yeah - and you were sticking your chest out like a prize gorilla in search of a mate."

"I wasn't!" he says indignantly.

"Dad - you really were. It did look like you were enjoying the attention, though." Alison puts in.

"Well - I don't get many young ladies paying me attention like that. It was nice."

"And if we could have stopped you'd have been there for hours I suppose."

"No - I was just being friendly, that's all." he says, but they can tell he doesn't really mean just that.

"How friendly would you have got if we hadn't been on the boat and needing to move on? You looked ready to rip her Hi-Viz jacket off." Judy continues.

"Well - she looked hot in it." he says sheepishly.

"You mean the sort of hot that had nothing to do with the weather, don't you?"

"I - I, no, no, it wasn't like that." he says as he blushes a little.

"Much" Judy says in a huffy voice, "I saw the bulge."

"MUM!" Alison says, feigning shock.

"Huh - like you didn't. I saw you looking at it." Judy says to her daughter.

"I - I had to, I was waiting for his signal to cast off." Alison says as she too blushes.

"Hmmm - if you say so. I didn't see you looking at his face very much, and I've seen that wide eyed look before my dear. You looked like I used to when he and I were first going out - didn't she dear?" she says patting Alan's wrist across the table.

"I can't say I noticed." Alan says, his eyes going heavenward.

"Not surprised, your eyes were fixed on that lock keepers boobies." Judy says.

"Well - I'm allowed to look, as you constantly remind me. Look, but don't touch, you always tell me." he says as he puts his hand over hers and looks deeply and lovingly into her eyes.

"Oh Puke." Alison says, turning and pretending to heave at the sight of her parents obvious and completely over the top show of affection.

"You two need to get a room." David says.

"We have one booked already, at the front of the boat. But for now, I'm still hungry, and I'll need lots of energy for later I suspect." Mum says, smiling sweetly at her husband as she gets up to fetch the next part of the meal.

At the end of the day they all go to their bunks for what they fear is going to be a very restless night because there has been no let up in the heat.

Tuesday

As David is waking up on the Tuesday morning he's trying to work out what's wrong while in his half awake state.

"The light - it's too bright." He thinks to himself. "So I can't be in my own bed, and the fact I'm not spread-eagled like I usually am in my bed confirms that. Oh Yes - we're on this barge. Hell, it was hot last night, it's a wonder I managed to get any sleep at all."

As he opens an eye - carefully, because he can feel the sun on his face - he sees his younger sister in the bunk opposite him. They are lying parallel to each other, a few feet apart on either side of the boat, with the walkway down the middle. When their beds aren't being used as beds, they convert into the seating for the dining area, and the walkway in the middle gets filled with the table. It's a clever use of the limited space.

He looks at her, and sees she is wide awake and smiling at him.

"Morning sleepyhead." she says in almost a whisper.

"Oh - ugh - Yeah." he says, trying to wake up enough to speak. His mouth is dry, but otherwise he's comfy. He goes to move around so that he can get up, but she quickly says

"Don't move. It's early, we don't have to get up yet. Let's just lie here for a little while."

"Oh - OK." He settles back on his side facing her to relax.

She continues to smile at him, an odd smile something between a smile and a grin he decides.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks seeing her expression.

"Like what?"

"Well - you look like you can see something funny. I know I'm not the best looking guy around, but I didn't think I was that peculiar."

"No - it's not that. You aren't peculiar anyway, I like the way you look - you're - I don't know, you're just my lovely big brother I suppose." her grin widening.

"Thanks - I think. So what ARE you grinning at? You look like a bloody Cheshire cat."

"If I tell you, will you promise not to move." she laughs lightly.

"OK. What is it?"

"You promise? I mean it, I don't want you to move when I tell you. OK?"

"OK - I promise."

There is silence for a few seconds while she waits, until he says

"I've said I promise not to move. OK? What is it?"

"You have to lay exactly how you are, you mustn't move an inch. Not anything."

"OK, OK - I get it - I promise. Really, I will. If I could move I'd do the cross my heart thing, but I've been told I mustn't. Is that good enough? What is it that's making you laugh?"

"You - well, that to be precise." she stretches a slender hand out from under the sheet that is covering her and points towards him. He thinks she is pointing at his feet.

"No." he thinks as he follows her gesture. "Not my feet, my middle, my tummy." He looks down to where she is pointing, and instantly notices two things.

The sheet he had over him when he went to sleep is now on the floor between them so he only has his boxers on, and his boxers are sticking out at the front because he has an erection proudly standing up inside them.

"Oh shit!" he says and goes to roll over to hide it from his sister.

"Stop!" she says sharply, "You promised not to move."

"Yeah - but."

"No buts - a promise is a promise, now lay still, in the exact position you were in - please."

He puts a hand over his groin to try to hide the projection, to at least cover it a little bit.

"I said not to move, and that includes not moving your hands. Go on, put your hands back where they were. Look - I've been looking at you - and that - for the last ten or fifteen minutes, so there's no point in trying to hide it now, is there?"

He reluctantly and very self consciously moves his hands away, so she can resume looking at him which she does, still smiling broadly.

"Is that what they call a morning wood?" she asks him quite calmly, as if she was asking about the weather, or what they might have for breakfast.

"Oh - er - yeah - I guess."

"It looks painful. Is it painful?"

"No - just - well I suppose uncomfortable would be the best word."

"How long will it stay like that?"

"Oh crumbs, I don't know. I suppose maybe ten or fifteen minutes."

"It's been like that for that long already. Will it last another ten minutes if you don't get to do anything about it?" she grins knowingly and lifts her eyebrows as she says this.

"Do anyth - Oh - you mean?"

"Yes - if you were at home or in your digs all alone, I bet you'd be seeing to it by now, making it go away. What's it called? The five finger shuffle?"

"Er - I - I - well, yes, I suppose I would. Possibly. Probably."

"Is it usually that big and hard? It looks really hard from what I can see."

"Er - I - no I suppose it might be a bit worse that usual." he says trying to calm himself down a little. He can feel himself blushing because he's finding the topic of conversation rather embarrassing and difficult.

"Usual? So it happens a lot then?"

"Maybe."

"Every morning?" she asks, smiling at him.

"Don't. Please. This is getting a bit - personal."

"Oh - Come on, I'm just interested, that's all."

"Hmm - If you must know - then yes."

"Thanks, I just wondered. I've never seen one before."

He looks at her as if he doesn't believe her, so she adds "Well, not a real one, I've seen pictures of them on the web, but not in real life."

"You've not seen one? Not at all? Never? What about Jake?"

"Ah - hold on, let me qualify that. I have seen a hard on before, I've seen Jake's and I've seen Fred's, and I've touched them both, but I've never seen one just go hard like that - like, all by itself."

"What do you mean?"

"I was watching you while you were sleeping, and I wondered if I should wake you. Then I noticed the - erm - protrusion." she giggles, "I was intrigued to see what was going to happen. Like how big would it get, would it just go away before you woke up, or would it fire off and make a mess in your boxers. Would you wake up if that happened, or would you wake up first. That sort of thing."

"Oh - right. You're awful, you know."

"Why? Like I said, I'm only interested. But then you woke up. You - um - you said it's worse than usual. Is that because you've been ogling the girls on the other boats - you know, like the skinny one with no tits on Sunday? I know you seemed to like her especially."

"She did have boobs - though I'll admit she was a bit on the flat side. But yeah, she was pretty sexy."

"Yeah, nearly as bad as me. Flat as an ironing board, Mum says I am."

"You've got boobs. You've got nice boobs." he says to try to reassure her.

"Yeah, but they could be bigger. I think I should get them enhanced, don't you?."

"No - I think they're perfect. I like them the size they are."

"Aww - aren't you sweet. Do you mean that, you're not just saying it to please me?"

"Ali - your tits are perfect. Your whole body's perfect. I'd love to - er - oh crumbs - never mind." he says as he looks away from her.

"Hmm - I see. So was it her that's got you all fired up?"

"Not entirely."

"What then, who else? We haven't seen any really nice women so far, apart from miss skinny britches. Oh - unless you're thinking about the hunk she was with - he was CUTE!"

"Oh - you noticed him did you?"

"Couldn't miss him. All those rippling muscles out on show and that cute little bum in his budgie smugglers when he turned around. He was a real knicker wetter as Mum said afterwards."

"A what? Mum said that? Really?"

"Yeah - I think she fancied him more than me, actually. So - was it him that's got you all turned on, then? Would you go for a guy like that?"

"You make it sound like you think I'm gay."

"Well aren't you? I've seen the way you look at some guys."

"Stop it. I might look at them, but it's more out of envy. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be so - ripped, is that the right word? As to being gay, I've thought about it, you know that because we've discussed it, but I've never wanted to do anything about it, I prefer my holes with fur around them, thank you."

"What? Oh I see - right. So you wouldn't fancy me then."

"Why? Ah - hold on - do you mean that you - er - shave down there?"

"Oh yeah, way more comfortable. So I suppose that's put you off me completely now has it? No tits and no fur - I must be a definite turn off?"

"No - in fact quite the reverse - I prefer a shaven haven, and I've already said I like your - chest - just the way it is. You're absolutely perfect."

"Oh. So it's me as well as her then?" she giggles.

"Yeah," he says caught off guard by the remark, then adds "I mean, you look great, especially in your bikinis, and there's also - oh, never mind."

"Also? What? Who? Who else is there? Come on, tell me - I promise I won't tell anyone else. Is it Mum? She looked hot in that little black bikini yesterday didn't she? Even I thought she looked great."

"Yeah - I suppose." he says sounding reluctant to admit it.

"You suppose?" She says sarcastically, "I saw you looking at her a few times like you'd fancy giving her one."

"Don't be crude! No - no way could I do that - not with Mum."

"Why not? Is she too old and fat?"

"Oh don't be stupid, you two are almost the same size."

"So now you're calling me fat." she says in a pretend huff.

"No, no - look - you're both - great."

"Just great? So you wouldn't fancy either of us?"

"Well - I mean - I couldn't, not with Mum."

"Oh - so not Mum, but you would with me?" she giggles.

"No - no, no, I couldn't. No, no, stop - hold on, hold on, no - don't get upset," he says as he sees her face drop, "It's not because I don't fancy you, either of you - I do, I really do - but you're my sister and Mum's, well, my mother - we can't, we're related, it would be wrong. We've talked about this before, haven't we, and we agree that if we did anything like that it would be very wrong."

"Nice save there, Dave."

"Anyway, unless I'm behind the times, you're still a virgin, so that would make it even worse."

"That's true, but why would that be worse? I don't get that."

"Well - it just seems so wrong that's all. I mean, I couldn't do anything with you - or Mum come to that, but do THAT to you - that's completely out of the question. Now can we drop the subject? Please?"

"Hmmm." she says, as she looks at him. She's obviously thinking about something. "Not until I find out what else has you so turned on."

"Nothing." he says too quickly and goes to roll over.

"Wrong answer. I can tell when you're lying to me, so who is it?"

"No."

"Don't be silly, just tell me. I won't tell anyone else. Was it Dad, or that lock keeper he fancied?"

"No."

"Come on. I want to know what the problem is - who was it, or is it?"

"It's - no - I can't say."

"I'll ask Mum when we get up, she'll probably have an idea. Or Dad even."

"Oh, Ali, please." he says with a sigh, "OK - If you must know, it's not a who, it's a what."

Her response is to lift an eyebrow prompting him to expand on that statement.

"It's because I've not had any time to myself since we left home."

"Yes you have, you spent about half an hour sitting on the front of the boat yesterday while we chugged along, you were all alone then."

"Not that sort of alone, I mean really alone, nobody around, nobody to see me."

She looks at him as she thinks about that for a few seconds, then her face brightens as she says

"Ahhhh - you mean you haven't been able to - um" He sees her hand moving up and down under the sheet, and guesses she is indicating what he would like to do if she wasn't there.

"Oh you poor thing. Jake told me he has to do it almost every day or he gets really uncomfortable. Ah - so does that explain why you were a bit ratty yesterday? I see now, yes. Oh well, in that case, I've an idea. How about if I got up and went for a walk while you - er - get some of your special alone time?"

"Would you?" he says eyes widening in surprise.

"Well - I don't think Mum and Dad are awake yet, so I could creep out and go for a walk on the towpath for a little while so you could be properly alone - if it would help."

"Well - er - it would be good. You'd do that for me?"

"You're my brother, I'd do pretty much anything for you, you know that. But there is one condition, though."

"Oh typical, there's always a catch with you. What?" he sounds wary.

"You do the same for me. When you've finished, when I get back, if Mum and Dad aren't up by then, will you let me have five minutes or so while you go for a walk? Would you do that?"

"So that you can, er? Oh - erm - yeah - I suppose. Gosh."

"What? You sound surprised."

"Well - I didn't think you - well - not that you don't, but I didn't think you would be - erm - suffering, I guess - in the same way."

"Why not? Like I say, there was that guy on Sunday who got me all hot and bothered, and Mum in her bikini was just amazing, and of course there's you and Dad to consider - you're both quite knicker wetting in your own ways - so yeah - I could do with a little of your special alone time, as you call it."

"Oh, blimey - I see - OK. Yeah, yeah - of course I'll do that for you for sure."

"Or," she says slowly, then pauses for a few seconds, "I do have another idea - maybe a better one." she stops and waits for a few more seconds, "How about - erm - now tell me if you don't think this is a good idea, but - if we both know exactly what the other one will be doing while we each go for a walk or whatever - I wondered - well - no, it's pretty disgusting."

"What? I don't follow you, what are you suggesting?"

"Ooh - David! You can be so dense at times. I wondered about us just doing it. Think of it like this. If I go for a walk down the towpath all alone I know I'll be thinking about what you will be doing. I guarantee when you go for a walk afterwards, you'll be thinking about me, and what I'll be doing. I'm just suggesting that we don't bother with the walking bit and - just - stay here...."

"What? W-While I? You couldn't."

"Why not? I've helped Jake and Freddie do it - well I've tried to at least - but I've never seen a boy do it for himself. I mean, I couldn't help you, because as we've said that really would be terrible, it would be incest if we touched each other like that, but I'm sure it would be OK if we just watched. It'd be like watching a porn film. I could simply watch you as you - do it."

"D'you watch porn?" he says, quite shocked at the idea of his sister doing it.

"Oh David. Keep up to date. Of course I watch porn, just like you do."

"Oh?" he sounds confused, and a little worried.

"I got most of the sites I look at from you - well your computer."

"You - you've been looking at my - computer?"

"Yeah - I only had to look in your history, you should learn to delete that sometimes."

"Oh - yeah. But did you mean that - about watching me, I mean?"

"Yes, I do. Why not? I won't be touching you, and you won't be touching me, so like I say it will just be like we're watching a film - only in real life."

"But won't it still be - I don't know, like, Incest?" he asks.

"I don't see why. If we do as Mum says to Dad, look but don't touch, then surely that'll be alright. Surely it can only be incest if we actually did it, you know - all the way."

"I don't think that's quite how incest works, I think any sort of - interaction would be considered bad."

"OK, but if we didn't help each other in any way at all - if we just watched - then surely that would be OK? Come on, I'm sure it'll be OK. I'm OK with the idea if you are. I think it's quite a nice idea, I'm getting really turned on just thinking about it. Mmmm Yeah - watching my own brother - oh that's definitely kinky - but just watching can't be too bad, can it?."

"When?"

"Now of course, silly."

"Now?"

"Yes now. Why not? You look like that's about ready to explode, so I'm sure it would help you relax. And as I say, I'm pretty desperate, especially since I've been looking at you and watching that grow. I'd really like to watch you doing it. Maybe I'll get some pointers as to what I should do when I'm next with Fred."

"I don't know. I'm sure that even just watching my sister while she - er - does that - it HAS to be incest. Doesn't it?"

"Well - let's just pretend that I've made a film to put on the internet and you've found it and are watching it. What would be the difference?"

"Would you do that?" he asks, shocked at the thought.

"What? Post a video of me on the net? Not on your Nellie. This is just a for instance. If I did, you could be watching me and not even know it was me. It might not show my face."

"Oh - shame, that's the best bit." he says.

"Not anything else, just my face?"

"No - all of you, but I do like the ones where I can see all of what's happening, you know, down below and her face at the same time. Even ones that are only her face are great."

"I see - well, you'll be able to see all of me, unless you want me to put a paper bag over my head."

"No - hold on - I mean, it's not really a good idea, it would be terrible if Mum found out."

"I'm not going to tell her - are you? Go on - you really look like you need to do something soon."

"Yeah I do, but I think I'd prefer it if you went for that walk you suggested."

"And turn down the chance of watching me do it? I can't quite believe that. I won't be able to just watch you doing it, you know - I'll have to join in. We would be doing it at the same time."

"You would? You'd let me watch you? Really?"

"That was the idea. I'd much rather stay and watch you than wonder what I'm missing as I wander about. I actually think I'd quite like you watching me now I think about it. I've never had anyone watch me before - it feels - hmm - totally kinky. So - come on, please." she flutters her eyelashes at him, knowing that by doing so she usually gets her own way.

"Oh - er - but - you'll have to give me permission to move - I'll need move to get a towel or a flannel first."

"Why? Oh - I see, because you don't want to mess up the sheets."

"Yeah." he goes to move to get something.

"Don't move. Here." she says reaching out and grabbing the top she had been wearing the day before, "Do it in there."

"You sure? Won't Mum notice when she gets to wash it?"

"No - I'll wash it out after we get up. I'll make an excuse like I want to wear it again today, or tomorrow. It'll be OK. Come on, hurry up."

"But - Now? You mean right now?"

"Yeah, before Mum and Dad wake up, it's still way early and if we're reasonably quiet, they won't know."

"Hmmm - I'm not sure."

"Look - I've said I'm not going to let you do it on your own. I really need some of your special time as much as you, especially after looking at that bulge for the last twenty minutes and what we've been talking about. That doesn't seem to have got any smaller, in fact it looks even bigger. Are you sure it isn't painful, because it looks it to me."

"No - just like I say, uncomfortable."

"If you say so. I know one thing, I don't know if I could get anything that big inside me. It looks enormous. Unless it's just that your boxers make it look fatter than it really is. Is it big? I mean are you bigger than normal? Average?"

"I - I don't think so, not as far as I know. I don't exactly go around looking at other men's - tackle."

"I guess not, but I still think it's too big to fit in me."

"So what - er - can I ask, what have you tried? Maybe with Fred or Jake?"

"Oh no, nothing. Just the tip of my finger a little way, but I don't want to ruin myself for whoever I do it with first, so I'm really careful. I should be completely intact unless all my gymnastics have done anything, but I don't think so."

"But you still - er - do - erm - what we're talking about? What you're about to do?" he looks embarrassed.

"Oh you mean do I flick the bean - toss myself - rub one out?" she says grinning, "Of course I do. I may still be a virgin, but I really enjoy a good orgasm, although I probably don't do it as often as you. I get a bit like you I suppose if I don't get off now and then. It's usually after something has turned me on, like seeing you and Dad walking around in just your shorts yesterday, and that hunky guy."

"Hmmm - I guess that makes sense."

"So anyway - let's both make ourselves comfortable, shall we? Come on, or Mum and Dad will get up and then it will be too late and you'll have to suffer again all day."

"I'm still not sure about this." he says.

"Oh come on, what have you got to lose, apart from a raging hard on for the rest of the day?"

"Well - If you're sure."

"Maybe this will help." she says as she sits up and the sheet covering her falls down to her waist. She pulls the T-shirt she has been wearing overnight off over her head exposing her otherwise bare chest to his gaze.

"Sis - Gawd!" he says putting a hand up to his eyes to save from seeing her.

"What? Come on, won't seeing the girls help you?" she says as she cups a breast in each hand and gives them a jiggle, pulling on her little nipples to make them stand out. "You just said you liked my boobies."

"Oh gosh yeah - not half." He says as he moves his hand away from his eyes and gets a better look at her superbly smooth, cute, pert little A cup breasts not more than 6 feet in front of him.

"Is it such a shock to see them out? I've not even let Fred see them yet, so you're the first you know?"

"The first?"

"Well the first boy to see them, lots of my class mates saw them when we showered after PE at school, but never any boys since they've - matured."

"Ah - yeah. Gosh. I'm honoured."

"It looks like he enjoys the sight as well." she says with a giggle looking directly at his crotch, "He's drooling."

"What?"

"Look - he's produced a little wet spot."

"Oh - Hell, That's your fault." he complains.

"So you can't back out now, can you?"

"I don't think I have much choice, This isn't going to take very long at all." he says

"I'll bet. I'm sure it's grown since I took my top off. If that thing gets any bigger I don't think I would get my hand around it, let alone get it inside me."

"Have you really not done it at all, not with Jake or Fred or anyone?

"No, I told you - I mean we've played with each other, but the most we've managed is do what we're about to do, but for each other. I don't even let him put his fingers inside me, just in case."

"So no actual sex?"

"No - I've said before I'm still trying to work out who I want to be my first. Like Mum keeps telling me, it needs to be someone special, so I can look back and remember it with fond memories, as something nice. I want someone who will be gentle, and who hopefully has some idea what to do, because I really don't, and I'm sure Jake or Fred don't either."

"Good for you. I think that's very sensible, although how you can manage not to just - well - give in and do it, is beyond me."

"I think that might be for two reasons. One is I've never done it before, so I don't know what I'm missing, not really. If I don't know what I'm missing, then it's easier to ignore. I mean, I've heard my friends talk about doing it and it sounds like it's good fun and all, but I'm OK with waiting. The other reason is - I'm not convinced it isn't going to hurt. I don't mean just the first time, I sort of expect that to hurt, but in general. I really don't see how you could get that great big sausage of yours inside me without it hurting me, and if you are just average, then I'm expecting it will always hurt."

"But when you have a baby?" he asks

"If." she interjects quickly.

"OK - if - IF you have a baby, you've got to get something the size of a football out through the same opening."

"A football! I soddin' hope it's not that bloody big!" she complains.

"No - but about what? Six inches across, maybe a bit more. If that can come out, then I reckon something this small can fit going in, not a problem." he says as he shakes the article under discussion through his shorts.

"OK - but I'm still not convinced. Anyway - enough chatter," she says, "Are you going to get that monster out and let me watch or not?"

"If you're sure."

"I keep telling you - I'm sure - in fact I know you can't see, but I've been playing with myself since I took my top off, so I'm probably way ahead of you. Come on, you only have to pull those boxers down a bit, don't you?"

"You're already doing it? Gosh. I thought you said I could watch you."

"I know, but you seem reluctant and I'm getting - desperate.. Do you want me to take the sheet off completely?"

"Oh hell - yeah! Please."

"OK, I will, but only after you've got your shorts down." she says lying back onto her bunk and holding her sheet out ready to drop it on the floor.

All of about four minutes later the pair of them are satisfied, at least for the time being as they are both lying there in their bunks, panting and trying to get their breath back.

He is wiping up the remains of his mess as he watches her climb out of her bunk. He says

"Ali? Er - You said you shave. Can I have a quick look?"

"Oh sorry, I didn't get a chance to get these off, did I?" She says pulling at the waistband of her now rather damp little white cotton panties and letting it snap back across her flat tummy. She stands directly in front of his face, even closer now because she is stood in the walkway between the bunks and pulls the front down just enough to reveal the top of her bare slit in all its glory, showing him her completely shaven mound for a few seconds.

"Oh Shit Sis - you look fantastic. You know - I really wish you weren't my sister, because then I would just love do all sorts of rude and naughty things to you."

"Thanks - You know I feel the same don't you? It's a real shame we can't. But like we've said so many times before, it would be way too naughty, and if anyone ever found out, especially Mum or Dad, there'd be hell to pay. Come on, I think I can hear them moving about." she gestures towards the front of the boat, and their parents cabin.