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Chapter 13

Their third city was Berlin, where the group visited attractions ranging from the East Side Gallery to the Berlin Philharmonic. They were to stay four days and the accommodations had four quad rooms with two each connecting; this housed eight boys and eight girls. Two double rooms housed the remaining boy pair and girl pair, and Tom and Lynette shared a double. The large quad rooms of the rooming arrangement allowed the whole troop to congregate in one of them in the evenings where they hung out until their curfew, chaperoned by either Dr or Mrs Douglas.

The siblings were amazed at how permissive the chaperoning was, actually, since most of the group just settled on one or the other of the two king-size beds and began what looked like a group groping session while everyone chatted. Hands were everywhere, stroking bodies, and there was lots of kissing—some fairly serious, and much of the kissing and intimate touching involved kids who had traded their usual partners for others. Tom and Lynette were mystified—and before long were feeling quite out-of-place and uncomfortable, so they soon left for their own room.

On the way to their room, Tom grumbled, “Damn. That was almost too much. Douglas really let that stuff go on?”

Lynette giggled. “I’d be furious if my boyfriend was snogging another girl like those kids were getting on.” They went into their room and locked the door. “It’s so nice we get a private room for ourselves. Tommie, I know the kids at Norwich had that program Simon and Roberta told us about, but it’s just crazy how they all behave together. Looked like an orgy, almost. A clothed orgy. Damn. How aren’t they jealous? I know I’d be jealous if you went snogging another girl.”

She sat on her bed.

“Yeah, I’d be the same, darling,” Tom said as he leaned down to kiss her. “Mmmm. I like snogging with you, sweetie.”

Lynette reached up and wrapped her hands around Tom’s neck and pulled him closer as they kissed. Tom leaned over and put a knee on the bed as they continued to kiss, their tongues wrestling each other’s. With a moan, Lynette leaned back, pulling Tom, who dropped next to her. She fumbled at Tom’s waist and unbuttoned the front, then pulled the zipper down. He helped her slide his shorts down and her hand closed over his erection. Tom moaned as she stroked him gently, then she began a steady jacking motion.

Tom broke their kiss to stammer out his impending eruption.

“Darling... gonna blow...”

“Hold on... not yet!”

Lynette sat up, yanked off his shorts, and pulled down his underwear, then dropped down to resume her kissing and stroking his shaft. Tom’s hips began jerking when she suddenly pulled herself away from their kiss and slid quickly down to take Tom’s penis into her hot mouth and began sucking and licking its head. He cried out at the intense pleasure she was giving him, and when she began stroking him with her hand, as her mouth kept working over Tom’s penis, he finally released.

Absolutely every muscle in Tom’s entire body went rigid as he suddenly exploded into Lynette’s pretty little mouth, pouring his hot throbbing jets of cum up into her loving mouth with a deep, passionate groan. Lynette drained her brother dry as she sucked, slurped, and stroked him until his throbbing jets turned to soft spasms. With a smile, Lynette swallowed Tom’s warm sticky goo as Tom pulled her down for more kissing.

“Wow,” Tom shuddered as he caught his breath. “Fuck, you must have been horny!”

“Yeah, all that snogging and groping in there. Heh. Glad we don’t have a chaperone. Gonna have some frustrated kids down the hall...” Lynette giggled, then gasped as Tom caressed her inner thigh, sending chills running through her body as her eyes went closed.

Then he moved his hand up to her crotch and gently placed a finger on the slit between her two tight little lips and stroked it; then pushed through and tickled her between her inner lips. Lynette gasped and shuddered as she strained to keep her legs from clamping together.

Tom’s finger continued to stroke in between her puffy little lips, and as he rolled over between her outspread legs, she opened them up even further. Now kneeling between her legs, he began worshiping her vulva with his hands, opening her lips to stroke around her leaking little canal. Lynette wailed her approval and threw her head back and screwed her eyes shut as he gently stroked his finger up and down inside her moist slit. He paused at her love button and she jerked and shuddered when he touched the hooded pearl.

“Ooooohhh... oh, darling... sooo good...” she moaned.

Tom ran his finger around and around the sensitive little organ, teasing it until the head popped out from its hood. Lynette was moaning, quivering, and gasping as he brought her through two orgasms, one quickly following another. He was rubbing around her clitoris as fast and as hard as he could. Lynette was now reaching her third orgasm but she was nearing exhaustion. She was screaming into deaf ears as she gyrated her hips into his hand trying to reach her climax.

Suddenly she could take no more and gasped at Tom to stop.

“Unh, Tom...! Aaahh, stop... too sensitive... uuhh... stoooooppp!”

Tom finally realized what was happening to his darling sister and stopped his assault on her hot little jewel; then he slid up to embrace her and kiss her passionately as she came down slowly from her orgasmic high. The two of them lay there on the bed for a while, completely spent and panting. They fell asleep that way, not waking until about 3:30 in the morning.

“Hey Tom!” Lynette hissed at him after she awoke. “Up! We need to mess up the other bed! They both need to look slept in!”

Tom groaned, sat up, and chuckled. “Yeah. That’s right. Shit, that was awesome, darling. You’re a fantastic lover.”

They stripped the coverlet off the second bed and they both climbed in; after a loving kiss and hug, Tom spooned against Lynette and they fell asleep again. The siblings wouldn’t get another chance to room together until later in the trip.

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Their trip through Europe was very rewarding. Their group visited museums, local art and folk-art fairs, concerts and bands, plays, dances, and craft shows. They stayed in small, quaint hotels, hostels, and larger hotels, too.

On the last week of the trip, just prior to the three-day stop in Paris, the group had a scheduled three-day, two-night hike in a natural area of France, near Grenoble in the French Alps. On the train from Italy to France, Dr Douglas gave the group a summary of the planned hike.

“Not all art and other beautiful sights and sounds are produced by humans,” he began. “A great source of artistic inspiration and some of the world’s most beautiful imagery can be found in nature, so our next expedition will include a nature hike in the French Alps. We’ll be visiting the Vercors Natural Regional Park next, this is the hike on our cultural sites itinerary. The park is a natural area and, as you all voted to do spring last at school, we’ll be exploring it as closely as nature will allow, won’t we.”

There was a chuckle from a number of kids and some winks were exchanged, puzzling Tom and Lynette, as Douglas continued.

“I’m passing out sheets which list the major landmarks we’ll see on the hike together with your essay assignments for this site. You have a choice of writing two essays picked from the four options I’ve listed.”

He handed out the papers; Tom, sitting next to where Douglas was standing, got his first, read it, and blanched.

The kids’ chuckling—it can’t be, he thought. He raised his hand.

“Sir? These topics... they say... all about naked stuff... one is ‘Discuss how your appreciation of nature is enhanced or diminished by experiencing it while naked’; another is ‘Describe the differences in social interaction with other people while being naked compared with being dressed’; all of these themes are naked ones and...!”

“Yes, yes, Tom,” Douglas interrupted, and then speaking quietly to Tom, said, “Yes, we’re to do the hike whilst naked. We had told your group that this park is a popular naturist area, and naked hiking is common there; that information was mentioned in the brochure about the park that was included in your packets. Then, spring last, a number of you pupils went to Mrs Douglas and asked about doing this hike whilst naked, didn’t you. And then all of you voted to do it, so Mrs Douglas went and got approval from the school and your parents for us to get it sorted. That’s what I was told—you don’t recall that?”

Mrs Douglas spoke up, laying her hand on his arm. “Erm... wait, Eain, oh my, let me check the folder... Oh dear, I neglected to ensure that we obtained the hike consent form for the Armstrongs as they were a very late addition to the trip; they weren’t attending the school this spring so they didn’t participate in the voting for the naked hiking option. Tom, Lynette, is your doing the hike a problem? Would your parents object?”

Tom was speechless, shaking his head, unable to look at her.

Lynette interjected quietly, “It’s a big problem. Can we speak privately?”

The adults glanced at Tom, who was white as chalk and looking quite ill. Lynette leaned over him and whispered, “It’ll be all right, darling. I’ll take care of this for us.”

Tom nodded uncertainly. The other students were looking at him and the leaders with curiosity. Lynette took the teachers aside, out of the others’ earshot, while the students began muttering to each other.

“So what’s this, now?” Dr Douglas asked Lynette. “He doesn’t want to get starkers? He can keep his kit on, then; two other pupils had some reservations but they were told that they could keep their kits on if they couldn’t go through with the nude part. All the other pupils had no problem with their doing that. But a week before our tour began, both told Mrs Douglas that they’d go like the rest of the group and as well gave her their parents’ permission letters. This is why the only essay topics I prepared have to do with nude hiking.”

Lynette shook her head. “It’s not that Tom doesn’t want to hike naked; he panics if he even sees someone naked.” She went on to briefly explain Tom’s situation.

“Oh gracious,” Mrs Douglas remarked. “What do we do? There’s nowhere for him to stay whilst we hike!”

“And I’m not leaving him alone anyway,” Lynette insisted. “We weren’t told about this part of the trip, else we wouldn’t have signed up. I don’t do the nudity either. That’s why we transferred schools to Norwich; no naked Program there.”

Mrs Douglas looked thoughtful. “Wait, I have an idea,” she said. “Our next stop is Paris, in three days. Couldn’t we send these two on ahead? Eain, ring the School Cultural Tours & Excursions, dear, would you. We can put them on a Paris train at Grenoble and have Tours & Excursions set them up at the hotel. There should be another group in Paris they could join temporarily; I believe at least two other groups will be there this week since that’s the last city for many groups, innit.”

Dr Douglas nodded. “Excellent, dear. Brilliant in fact. But we must let the parents know and get their approval. We’ll also need to get the trip budget sorted to adjust for this change, won’t we.”

Mrs Douglas looked back at the other students. “We’ll need to tell the others something so Thomas isn’t embarrassed, won’t we.”

“I know,” Lynette said, “Tell them that Tom and I are very allergic to sun; we burn very badly and sunscreen doesn’t protect us very well. We didn’t know that the hiking part was to be done naked or else we wouldn’t have come on this tour and we’d feel terribly awkward—no, actually we would feel quite awful and stupid—if we were the only ones wearing clothes. And being clothed, we obviously would have no way to do your essays. And on such short notice, could you come up with four reasonable topics for us?” Lynette grinned.

Mrs Douglas gave her an admiring smile. “My dear, how very clever! That’s a perfect explanation. Okay then, shall we end the children’s suspense?” she asked, as she looked at the students who were whispering among themselves and trying to talk to Tom, who was mostly keeping to himself.

The leaders returned to the group and explained that the problem had to do with the siblings’ sensitivity to the sun; Tom had once been badly burned and just learning now that the hike was to be done nude had scared him badly. Since there were no clothed essay topics prepared that Tom and Lynette could be set, they had agreed to skip the hike, travel on ahead, and would meet the group in Paris in three days.

The following hour was taken up with Mrs Douglas making the alternate arrangements with the tour company and contacting the siblings’ parents; soon all was settled. Also settled was the siblings’ tour group assignments while they were in Paris. Dr Douglas called them over after the new arrangements had been made.

“Now then. It’s all been sorted. You’ll be joining a group tomorrow morning; they will text the details of your meeting them to you by this afternoon or evening at the latest. That group is going to visit the Musée d’Orsay. Their painting collection is world-famous. I already have a museum art essay topic prepared from last year’s tour which only needs a slight change to make it fit with our group’s nude-hiking theme.

“Your essays, for both of you, are to review fifteen paintings of nude subjects or models and to answer these questions about each work: what do you believe the artist was attempting to portray by using a nude subject, and second, based on the appearance of the model, the facial expression, posture, or whatever other detail, deduce some things about the model, including how the model might have felt about posing for the artist. Use clues like where the model is gazing—whether the model’s eyes are engaging the viewer or looking elsewhere. Also consider how your personal reaction to the overall painting or to the model, or both, would have been different if the model were completely clothed and discuss that issue too.

“I will expect the usual essay length. I’ll text you a copy of these instructions directly, but I’ll want you to be certain to include works by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres, Auguste Renoir, Jules Joseph Lefebvre, Édouard Manet, Alexandre Cabanel, William-Adolphe Bouguereau, and I’ll especially want you to discuss L’Origine du monde by Gustave Courbet. And in addition, although these next two works I’ll mention aren’t in the Musée d’Orsay collection, I want you to consider discussing them too. First, if you recall, when we were in Frankfurt am Main at the Städel Museum, we viewed Standing Nude with Hat by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, and second, there’s another nude wearing a hat, Cupid Complaining to Venus by Lucas Cranach the Elder, which is back home at the National Gallery in London. You can search for images of these two on line and if you want, include a discussion of them as part of your fifteen subjects.

“On the Wednesday, you’ll accompany the same group to a concert they’re scheduled to attend and please write your essay on the topic to be set by that group leader. On the Thursday, a new group will arrive and you’ll join them for the day. I believe they’re attending a folk festival of some kind; but I’ll set no assignment, as you both will have completed two, as if you had stayed with us. You’ll rejoin our group when we arrive Thursday evening, won’t you.”

Tom and Lynette agreed; Tom had rapidly regained his composure after Mrs Douglas’ explanation of the siblings’ situation, and as soon as the two could grab a moment of being alone, Tom grabbed Lynette.

“Ohmygod, Lynnie, you were amazing! You covered for me so well—but I wish that crap would stop already with my panicking over nudity. I love you so, so much!” he whispered to her and kissed her ear.

During the next hour, most of the others in the group came by to offer their expressions of regret over the siblings’ not being able to go on the hike, while Lynette, burning with curiosity, asked Roberta what this crazy naked hiking thing was all about.

“I thought you guys were so delighted to not have that damned naked Program at the school,” she asked, “so what the bloody F is going on here?”

Roberta chuckled. “Well, the cultural trip has always included a two or three-day nature hike in a remote forest preserve. Sometimes it’s in Germany or Austria; this year it’s in France. Anyway, when we got the materials for this trip and saw where the hike was, Diana had an idea. Her family always goes hiking in France and Germany when they’re on summer holiday and they always do these hikes whilst naked with their nudist group. She’s always raved about them and the photos she’s showed us are simply brill. And as well her boyfriend Damon’s family are all nudists—so those two dreamed up the idea for doing our cultural hike as a naked hike and sold it to everyone... um, almost everyone. Two kids dropped out rather than vote against it. They said they didn’t want to spoil it for everyone. You know how close everyone here is?”

Lynette nodded and Roberta went on.

“In the massage part of the Avery Program, lots of us wanted to be naked for that part but the school didn’t want to allow that. But it made almost all of us just want to be somewhere naked together; sharing ourselves that way feels so right. Anyway, two other kids weren’t thrilled about going naked, but decided that they’d go if they could keep the option of staying clothed; but a week before the trip, they both told us that they thought they’d be okay doing it starkers.”

Tom shivered slightly. “But we heard that all of you hated the idea of the Program ‘cause you didn’t wanna get naked with other kids! You guys even did that school revolt!” he exclaimed.

Roberta shook her head. “Erm... it’s not that way at all... it’s different. It’s not easy to explain ‘cause you didn’t do the Avery Program yet. All that weird naked Program rot—that was scary; this is so different. We’ll all be naked together, it’s not like being the only starkers one and being groped. All of us kids are so close now—listen—I can’t say too much about it, but remember, I told you at the beginning of the trip that we did that new Avery Program and had group sessions where we did all kinds of brilliant stuff together. Like I said before, part of it was massage sessions that were so ace that a lot of kids wanted to do it starkers; the teachers had to keep a lot of us from stripping off. The group sessions we did let our whole class bond and we love and trust each other totally. After that experience, being on a nude hike together will be bloomin’ brilliant... It’ll be awesome, and those photos Diana’s shown us of her group’s hikes... it looks so blindin’ wicked.”

Later, alone with Tom, Lynette commented quietly to him, “I still can’t come to grips with how those kids are so accepting of group nudity, especially after hearing how they all united to oppose the naked Program.”

Tom nodded, saying, “Makes me wonder what’s behind that Avery thing. First group snogging and now group nudity. Maybe changing schools was a mistake?”

“I don’t believe that. These kids are just so different from those at Barnet and St. George too. Did you ever feel like an outsider with the group?”

“No, never. They always included us and tried to make us feel part of the group.”

“See? Also, everyone seemed so cool about us not going on the naked hike. No teasing us either, they were sincere, like they were really disappointed for us. They are so, so different from the kids at school last year!”

Tom shook his head and with a grin, said, “They’re actually just disappointed that they won’t get to see you starkers, you sexy doll.”

Lynette punched his arm and countered, “Yeah, stud, I’ve seen how some of the gals’ve been checkin’ you out—especially your butt—I mean arse, right? Glad we’re not going on a naked hike; didn’t want to have to start a cat fight over your sexy naked bod!”

They both chuckled.

At the Grenoble station, the siblings parted ways with their group, which left for the nature park in several small busses. Another vehicle in their convoy carried the group’s hiking supplies including their tents, cooking gear, and food. Within the hour, Tom and Lynette boarded a train bound for Paris; they would have their dinner on the train.

They were met by an employee of the tour company at the Paris station and driven to the tour hotel. The tour employee told them that blocks of rooms had been reserved for all of the groups so that lodging them in Paris for the extra days hadn’t been a problem; more rooms had been reserved than were needed because of several cancellations. Exhausted from the day of travel and the stress, the two went to their room and crashed.

But only about ten minutes later, Lynette’s mobile beeped with a text from the leader of the group which they were to join for the next two days.

Lynette and Tom, settled in your room yet?

Lynette replied, Yes

Excellent. Come meet us in the hotel meeting room lounge, second floor, take a right off the lift.

She sighed. “C’mon, Tommie, duty calls. Need to meet our new group.”

When they got to the lounge, they found eighteen teens and two adults chatting amiably together. When they entered the room, the teens from the new group surrounded the newcomers and began introducing themselves. Most of the members of this group came from the Birmingham area of central England, the West Midlands, and their trip concentration was on language exposure, traveling in France and Spain. These were their last two days, then they would be returning home. It took a little while for the siblings’ ears to get accustomed to the flood of Brum dialect. Soon the leaders called for attention and beckoned Lynette and Tom over.

“Alroit, Tom an’ Lynette Armstrong, cor? I’m Jason Swithart; I teach Spanish at St Mary’s Academy in Birmingum an’ this is my missus, Emilie. She’s French, but we still get on.”

She grinned. “So far. If he doozeent geet too uppetty,” she remarked in a fairly strong accented English.

Tom chuckled at her comment while the others smiled. Then Tom said, “Mme Emilie, que faites-vous pour le faire se comporter correctement?” [Mrs Emilie, what do you do to make him behave properly?]

“Oh mon Dieu!” she replied. “tu parles si bien français, mais l’accent ... non, pas la france ... canadien?” [My goodness! You speak French so well, but the accent... no, not France... Canadian?]

Tom grinned. “Got it in one, Madam. Sometimes the French think I’m making fun of them with my Québécois accent.”

“Non, non! Your français ees quite goood. I weesh you were weeth us longer.”

Mr Swithart broke in. “Now that yow’ve properly bost Emilie—Lynette, do yo’ speak French too?” he interrupted himself.

“Yes I do, and the two of us can get by in German as well,” she answered, surmising that “bost” meant “impressed.”

“That’s bostin,” he mused. “So yow two are rejects from the cultural tour group. Summat about not bein’ able to do a three-day wilderness nature hike?”

“Yeah... Can’t take the sun exposure we’d get in the French Alps,” Lynette answered. “We didn’t know about that part when we signed up. Seems it was a last minute decision to do that just before the trip was finalized and we came from a different school than the rest of the group and didn’t get the info. We were able to get spots on the tour because two people dropped out—apparently they didn’t want to do the nature hike after the rest of the group voted for it.”

“Well then. Yow’re with our little group for the next two days, ay ya. Tomorrow it’s the Musée d’Orsay and your group leader texted me with your essay assignment. I must say, he’s set you a corker. Are all of his topics so... ah... unusual?”

Lynette shrugged. “Not till we got to the French Alps hike at the Vercors Park. Our tour group had voted to do it starkers, kind of a naturist-nature appreciation it seems, so the essays all had nudity as part of the theme. Tom and I had to bow out—as I said, we told them because of past severe sunburn problems—so it looks like he chose a topic for us that was related to the ones he set the rest of the group. Only ours has to do with museum art, not nature.”

“Oh my,” Mme Swithart exclaimed, “oui, I know of zat park; c’est à la mode weet Franch naturiste groups for hikes whilst nu.”

“Exactly,” Lynette agreed. “That’s what they told us, it’s a popular nude hiking site for naturist groups. So it seems our group had voted to do the three-day hike while naked. And the essays are supposed to be about describing their naked experience. I think one topic was something like, ‘Discuss whether your experience in a nature hike is made better or worse by doing it while naked.’ The other topics also had nudity in general or nudity in nature as a theme.”

“Cor, that's a bit interesting, innit,” Mr Swithart mused. “You'll ‘ave loads of art subjects to chat about from the museum in the mornin’. And on the Wednesday, we'll be headin’ to a popular songs concert. Mostly French songs—we’ll want you lot to listen to ‘ow the language is used when singin’. The poetry, also ‘ow the language’s grammar sometimes changes, just like it does in English songs. Listen for the influences of English on the French, too. Alright, now, let’s go chat to the whole group; I’ll let you lot introduce yourselves first.”

The siblings returned to the group and listened to Swithart’s presentation on the museum and the topics he wanted his group to write about; then the group spent another half hour chatting before breaking up to go to their rooms.

Back in their room, Tom remarked to Lynette what he had noticed about the group.

“Really different group dynamic, right, Lynnie? They’ve all kinda split into mostly same-sex couples and some threes. I only saw two boy-girl pairs.”

“Right. The Norwich group is kinda unique, it would seem. Say—I feel grimy from the train ride. Wanna shower? How about together?”

Tom grinned and reached for her. “Yeah, sweetie.”

“Wanna practice undressing me, brother?” Lynette asked huskily after they broke from their kiss.

“Un huh.” He took her top and pulled it over her head as she smiled broadly.

“Looks like the cure is still working,” she smirked, as Tom hooked his fingers in the waist of both her shorts and panties and slid them down off her hips.

Quickly both were naked and got into the shower, where Lynette grabbed the soap and began lathering Tom’s broad chest. She ran her hands over his abs and tweaked his nipples, then spun him around and did his back, spending a lot of time on his butt and running her hands through his buttocks’ cleavage. Reaching between his legs, she washed between his balls and anus and then grabbed his penis. Tom turned around and she grabbed it again as he pulled her into a searing kiss.

“God... you make me so fuckin’ hot, Lynnie...” he gasped as she stroked him. He pulled away reluctantly. “Gotta wash you now.”

Tom turned Lynette around and soaped up her back, then moved his hands down to her butt and spent time massaging and stroking her there, occasionally reaching between her legs and taking teasing strokes around her vulva. As he did, she wiggled her hips and moaned. Then Tom reached around Lynette and soaped up her breasts; she sighed and moaned again as a tingling sensation radiated from her nipples straight down to her groin. She turned her head and sought Tom’s lips with her mouth. He spun her around and kissed her mouth.

“Oh darling, your lips and tongue are so delicious,” she sighed.

Desire and need surged through Lynette. Tom kissed her neck, then her ear, then her chin. Lynette felt her lust, her need for her lover, beginning to surge out of control, as Tom took a nipple into his mouth. Lynette purred at the sensation. He licked around the nipple, then took the areola in his teeth and nipped, then ran his lips along the underside of her breast. Then he returned to her nipple, raking it with his teeth and did the same to her other nipple. Lynette’s moaning increased in volume and put her hands on Tom’s head while her breathing turned into sharp intakes of air as he nipped her areolas. Cupping both of Lynette’s breasts, Tom captured her nipples between his fingers; then he bent down and sucked one, then the other, flicking them with his tongue.

She squealed. “Eeeehhh...! Oh! Oh!”

She reached down and grabbed Tom’s erect penis and stroked it as he leaned over and shut off the water.

“Let’s dry off and get in bed,” he said in a husky voice.

They quickly dried each other and virtually leapt into the bed, Lynette pushing Tom down onto his back. Lynette raised up, then got on all fours and took him into her mouth, sucking his length halfway in and pressing her tongue against the bulging tube along the bottom of his shaft. Releasing his penis then, she licked it and swirled her tongue around its corona. Tom placed his hand on the top of her head and ran his fingers through her silky hair which was still fairly damp; then moved it to trace it down her spine to her butt. She purred as he moved his fingers to the crack of her buttocks and stroked her there, massaging her smooth round cheeks.

Lynette redoubled her sucking on his penis and continued working a hand up and down the shaft below her mouth. Then she raised up and climbed between his legs as he sat up, grabbed her torso, and pulled her down on his chest, wrapping her in a tight embrace as they passionately kissed.

Tom rolled Lynette off his chest and hoisted himself up onto his knees; then lightly ran his fingers over her upper body, caressing and exploring her breasts, her stomach, her neck, down her sides, over her pubic mound. Lynette’s eyes were closed; she was breathing in long, slow, deep breaths, uttering barely audible “mmmmm” sounds, as she lost herself in the sensations Tom was creating. He bent down and planted a kiss on her belly, teased her belly button, then moved his lips to her pubic mound and licked the top of her slit. Lynette gasped and jerked, then languorously spread her legs.

Tom sat back and gazed at her vulva, smooth except for a neatly trimmed patch of hair at the top of her slit.

“Shit, Lynnie, you look so fantastic—gorgeous pussy too.”

“Mmmmmm... all for you, stud...”

Tom fixed his eyes on her vulva, now so openly displayed. Lynette’s lower lips had engorged and opened and now her pink inner skin lay exposed to his gaze. She was very aroused; her clitoris was engorged too and had poked out a bit from its surrounding tissue folds. Tom leaned over and lightly blew his breath across her vulva, making her jerk, then ran his fingertips around her inner lips, causing Lynette to gasp and shudder.

He carefully pushed one finger inside her vagina and bent down, flicking her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He gently worked his finger in and out, gradually stretching the opening in her partially obstructing membrane, as he stroked the front wall of her vagina. Then he touched that bumpy section of her g-spot inside her secret passage and Lynette grunted and bucked her hips.

“Uuunnn...aahhh...” she exclaimed. “Tommie... ooohh it’s good... Tommie...”

She lifted herself up and embraced him, tucking her face into the angle between his neck and shoulder and whispered, “Tommie, lover...?”

“Yes, my love?” he murmured.

“I’ve been safe for a while now ... enough time ... the pill ... Can we... now...? I need you in me... at last... I’m ready... love me, brother...” she whispered into his ear.

“Damn... sis... You sure?”

“Never more sure... love you so hard it hurts in my throat, darling... Just LOVE me, no, FUCK me till I pass out!”

Tom was surprised by the intensity of her reply and looked at her with awe.

“But can I be on top?” she asked timidly. “I’m still a little scared about the pain... please?”

“Oh god, sure, darling. I’d never want to hurt you.”

“Lay down, sweetie,” Lynette commanded, her take-charge attitude reasserting itself.

She swung around on the hotel bed and knee-walked forward to straddle Tom’s groin. He reached up to hold her hips to steady her, thinking about how short and slight she seemed to be from this angle, hovering over him, compared to his large frame. Tom looked up at her; her face wore a determined expression but her body seemed to glow with passion; her vulva brushed his thigh and left behind a smear of wetness. Clearly she was extremely aroused. Tom shuddered as he glanced at her vulva.

Shit, I’m gonna fuck my gorgeous step-sister, he thought. I never imagined this could ever happen.

As Lynette settled over his hips, Tom reached up to her delightful, perky breasts and tweaked her nipples.

“Oooohh, stop that, Tom! You’re distracting me!”

Lynette, now perched in place over Tom’s groin, grabbed his penis and ran its head through her vulval slit, using it to part her labia, and wiggled it against her clitoris. Both teens moaned at the sensation. Then she moved his penis backwards, wetting its head in the juices leaking out into her vulva, and then she aligned him with the little dark hole wetly awaiting it between her glistening inner lips.

Closing her eyes, Lynette moved down a bit, socketing the penis’s head at the entrance to her vagina and sighed.

“Aaahhh, my darling, now we’ll become one at last... Hope this doesn’t hurt too bad...”

Carefully she lowered her crotch down, wedging Tom’s iron-hard organ between their groins, and he felt the pressure as its head parted the lips at her vagina’s entrance and pressed against her remaining maidenhead. Tom watched intently where they were becoming joined as she kept pressing down, watching as his penis eased inside her lips. Her inner lips parted as the mouth of her vagina opened up around him and he felt a tight ring begin to slide around his penis’s head, while a slick, wet heat began to envelop it. He resisted a powerful urge to thrust upward as he stared with love at Lynette’s face.

“Ooooffff... mmmmm,” she muttered. “So far it’s good... Only stings a bit... Here it goes...”

She lifted slightly, then pressed firmly down. There was a brief resistance, a stretchy feeling on his crown, a sharp twinge of something giving way, and suddenly Lynette slid a couple of inches down his length.

“Eeeppp... ow! Owie ouch! Woooohh... oh shit, you’re in me!” she gasped as she took another inch into herself before stopping.

Then she took a deep breath, pulled up a bit and pushed down again. Tom watched in awe as his step-sister bore down onto his rigid organ and it felt like his whole consciousness, his entire being, had become centered in his penis. Sensations like he’d never felt before assaulted him as Lynette’s vagina engulfed him and his penis slowly disappeared inside her. Her channel was tight, so tight, and hot, and soaking wet, making it easily slick enough to let her impale herself fully on him. Then their groins met as his penis became fully embedded inside her.

“Oooff...” Lynette panted, her eyes closed. “Shit. Feels like I’m stuffed. So damned big. Are you in me all the way?”

Tom looked at where they were joined. Lynette’s lovely, wet heat had enveloped his entire length. Then he watched as a tiny crimson-tinged rivulet appeared in the copious juices leaking from his lover’s crotch onto his groin.

“Yeah, darling. You okay? Did it hurt at all?”

“I’m good; there was a sharp sting, but... unh... wait... don’t move yet. Let me try this...”

Lynette wiggled her hips, raised up an inch, and pushed down again. Tom noticed her outer lips folding in as his penis again forced its way into her super-tight channel. He groaned at the sensation of the tightly clamping pressure as Lynette twisted and gyrated her hips as she lowered herself.

Suddenly the incongruous thought popped into his head: She’s screwing me! as Lynette began undulating her hips and curved her spine—and then she stopped with Tom’s penis fully socketed inside her again, his pubic hair again pressed into Lynette’s groin.

“Oh god!” both teens gasped.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight!” Tom panted, his brain overloaded with sensation.

“Uuuunnhh... bro, another inch and you’d be in my throat! I’m SO full!”

She pulled up tentatively a few inches and pushed down again.

“Oh wow!” both chorused.

“Again!” Tom urged.

She raised herself until only the head of Tom’s penis was inside her, then squealed as she slid back down, reveling in the sensation as his organ again filled her incredibly tight channel. Her vaginal walls massaged Tom’s penis—not only was she incredibly tight, her vaginal muscles were throbbing from the friction his organ was creating as it slid into her. Then slowly, Lynette began raising and lowering herself and both began sighing with pleasure at the sensations radiating from their groins. She picked up her speed. She was in awe; this felt SO GOOD!

Lynette pushed herself forward, placing her hands on the bed above Tom’s shoulders as she pressed her breasts against Tom’s chest. She was working her hips, up and down, swivelling around, and repeating the motion, again and again. Her rigid, erect nipples were making little circles on Tom’s broad chest. Her head, surrounded by a halo of her silky hair, hung just above Tom’s. Her face wore a triumphant, gleeful smile.

“We did it, stud. We got each other’s cherries. This feels heavenly... glorious...”

“Mmmppfff... it’s... shit, so incredible... if I’d known it felt so good...”

“Yeah... we could’ve been doing this for months!”

“Uuuupppff... aahhh... but you only got safe this month...”

The two stopped any more talking and just concentrated on their sensations and making love. Then Lynette sat back up, put her hands on Tom’s broad chest, and started rocking to and fro on his erection, thrusting her hips front to back. This was a new sensation for both as it stimulated Lynette’s clitoris as it rubbed against Tom’s pubic bone and rocked his shaft against her g-spot, while it pulled Tom’s penis up and down, making him frenzied with lust. Lynette’s face shone with the pleasure radiating from their linked bodies.

Tom shoved his hips up into her with each of Lynette’s forward rocking movements. After only a few dozen seconds of this, she was gasping with her mouth hanging half open, eyes glazing over, head bobbing back and forth, and breasts jiggling on her chest. Tom was mesmerized at the sight, and forgetting his own building lust, reached down to the juncture of their bodies, found her swollen clitoris, and put his thumb on its hood where he pressed in and moved the skin there in small tight circles.

Lynette shuddered and cried out, “Gaaaahhhhh...”

Her fingers tightened on Tom’s chest, digging into his skin; her face was flushed and her body was shaking. She stopped moving and her face and body froze in ecstacy as her entire body spasmed. Tom felt her vagina throb and pulse and the increased pressure was almost painful. He reached up and pulled her down to his chest, raised his knees—lifting Lynette’s hips up—and began thrusting his loins upward into her. His penis was driving up into her, thrusting in and out, pistoning into her delightful, hot, tight, and wet vaginal channel, and it felt like a rod of fire to him; pulses of intense pleasure shot along its length, through his groin, then surged through his body.

Lynette was panting heavily now; sweat was pouring off her body, now flushed with passion. Her arms were held tightly against Tom’s chest, using them for leverage to try to rock her hips back and forth on the rigid rod which was repeatedly impaling her. She bore down onto Tom’s hips and squirmed, attempting to force him to work his shaft deeper into her. Yet another orgasm overwhelmed her and she threw her head back and gasped, eyes rolling up in their sockets. Her arms went slack and fell away from Tom’s chest; her mouth fell open as she limply lay on his chest. Tom pounded up into her several more quick strokes and she went rigid again.

“Aaaaaarrrrggg... eeeeyyyyyyhhh...” she squealed breathlessly.

Lynette had come again in a quick, intense orgasm which left her panting, trying to catch her breath.

Tom’s balls were churning with lust now as he felt the telltale signs of imminent orgasm. With a great grunt, he wrapped his arms around Lynette and rolled her over on her back. He reached under her and grasped her buttocks, pulling her pelvis into his. Then he began pounding into her with powerful strokes, exhaling sharply with each inward thrust.

Quivering under the pounding, Lynette moaned and her body shuddered; suddenly her muscles grew tense and her fingers grasped his back and dug in as yet another orgasm swept through her body.

“Unh, unh, unh, oh I love it... fuck me... unh, unh...” she chanted as she chased yet another orgasm.

Tom was panting like an exhausted racehorse, so he slowed his pace from fast and shallow to long and deep, giving his body the desperately needed time to catch his breath. In response, Lynette began moving her own pelvis in perfect synchrony with his. With his thrusting slowed, he became aware of the sounds they were making, the grunts of their heavy breathing, Lynette’s little coos with each of their thrusts, and the wet squishy sound of his penis sliding inside her. His lust was being stoked by the sensations flowing from every nerve ending on his penis as it slid home into his lover with each thrust.

Tom’s body was on fire as he chased his own orgasm. He increased his pace, his shaft plunging in and out of his sister, who was moaning and whimpering, completely overcome with her passion. She gasped and almost came again while trying to drive her hips upward into Tom’s thrusts. With a shock which he felt running up his spine, he began to feel his cum boiling behind his balls.

Suddenly Lynette gasped again and her vaginal muscles throbbed around Tom’s penis like a pulsing vise. She squealed, reached down, grabbed his butt, and pulled him hard into her groin. Her body quivered and vibrated; her vaginal walls clamped down on Tom’s penis in a vise-like grip.

Tom was stroking in and out of Lynette’s spasming and tightly gripping vagina with short, quick thrusts now, right on the threshold of his own orgasm, as Lynette climaxed, and he knew his own climax was imminent. He felt it spreading from his groin; it was a rushing feeling permeating his bowels and it felt like his ball sack was tightening against his perineum as if his testicles were trying to suck themselves into his body. Tom groaned and, unable to hold back any longer, let himself go as he felt a burning sensation begin, radiating from a point near his anus. His penis stiffened even more and swelled as his cum pulsed through it, spurting hard in a number of pulses, as he filled his sister with a copious load of his thick cream.

“Uuuhhhhh, cumming...!” he gasped as he stiffened and pumped jet after jet of cum into her body. “Uhn, unh, unh...! aaaahhh...!”

“Meeeee... tooo... aaahhhhh...!” Lynette choked.

She shuddered and panted as her vagina pulsed over and over, clamping tightly on Tom’s penis, rippling and spasming as a series of orgasmic pulses tore through her body. Shuddering again in ecstasy, she locked her heels into the back of Tom’s thighs, grinding herself into Tom’s erection as her vaginal muscles pulsed and spasmed, trying to milk the cum from Tom’s penis as he pumped the last jets into her. As the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm receded, her legs fell away from Tom’s hips and her arms dropped to the bed.

Tom, sweat pouring off his brow, looked down at his lover. Her eyes were closed and her chest was heaving. Then with a sucking pop, he felt his penis slip out of her tight hole followed by a small gush of fluids. He looked down at the mixture of sperm and vaginal secretions, tinged a deep pink in places. He rolled off of her to her side.

“Darling? Lynnie, are you there?”

He shook her gently. Her moan was barely audible.

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

“Mmmmm... more than okay... that was awesome... soooo good...” she sighed.

“You zoned out for a couple seconds.”

“Mmmmm, yeah... that felt amazing... way better than when you lick me. Was it good for you, darling?” she asked languorously.

“Never felt anything as amazing as that, lover. Shit, you were a sex demon! You went totally wild, you know. I felt your lust just smothering me.”

She giggled. “You so fuckin’ turned me on in the shower. I was so hot I couldn’t think straight. And there really wasn’t any bad pain—all I remember is a sharp sting, a pinch. Ha, Mom told me that breaking my cherry wouldn’t be so bad if I had lots of foreplay—oh!—you did what she said would help from having much pain!”

“Huh? What did I do?”

“Pushing your finger in me like that. Stretching my cherry a little. Mom said it would help. It did. I was gonna tell you to try that when we were gonna make love for the first time but I got too carried away to remember.”

“Oh! I remembered about the g-spot. Supposed to make a girl feel good, so I was trying that. When I touched you there once before, it really set you off, like this time.”

“Yeah, I think I remember your touching that place in me—yeah, did that ever set me off! When you rubbed me there this time, suddenly I had to have your cock inside me so bad! Ooohhh! Wow!” She jumped.

“What?” Tom said. “You okay?”

Giggle. “Yeah... I felt a little gush leak out below and got a tiny orgasm from it. God, I’m tingling all over! Damn, I’m so wet!”

She felt her crotch.

“Shit, I’m soaked. So’s the bed. Need a shower again, stud. Alone. You’ll get your turn afterward, but I think the playground is closed for the evening; I’m kinda sore down there now. Jeez, you really pounded me!”

After showering, the two climbed into the room’s other bed and, spooning, fell into a deep sleep.

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