Carol and Julia were taking a hike in a nature reserve. Not that they were taking a long hike. For that matter, they weren't even going very far from home. There was a large area of parkland near them. To save a buck the town had just let it stay as natural bush and called it a flora reserve. There were a few paths through the park but not many people bothered to go there. As far as kids were concerned there wasn't room to really run around and play and adults generally had better things to do.
Carol and Julia were only there because they were bored and decided to look and see if they could find any native birds there. They strolled about, idly looking, and at some stage Julia noticed that Carol was no longer with her.
This didn't bother her particularly. At eighteen, Julia though she was more than qualified to look after herself and Carol was older than her. If she couldn't take care of herself then it was time she learnt. Still, she started back-tracking a little to see if Carol had found something of interest.
It turned out that she had. Julia came to an abrupt halt, fading behind some bushes when she spotted her sister chatting with Roy, considered to be a bit of a bad boy. Julia had asked her mother why he was considered to be a bad boy, as she'd never heard of him getting in trouble with the police. He's a bad boy where girls are concerned, her mother had informed her, a titbit that immediately sparked Julia's interest.
Apparently he had also sparked Carol's interest. She was smiling and chatting and, in Julia's opinion, standing way too close to him. Or was he standing too close to her? An interesting question.
When Roy lifted up the front of Carol's dress to check out her panties Julia decided it was a case of him being too close to Carol. She mentally cheered her sister on when she whacked Roy on the chest and pushed his hand away from her dress. Carol did not, however, act to put more room between herself and Roy.
Julia gave herself a little tick when Roy lifted Carol's dress again. She'd known he was going to do that. When Roy hooked a finger over the front of Carol's panties and pulled them out for a look Julia's eyes opened wider. She had not known he was going to do that.
There was the expected giggling and slapping away of an errant hand and to Julia's surprise Roy went even further. It was dress up again, then a hand sliding down the front of her sister's panties. This earned Roy another slap against his chest but no effort on Carol's part to remove that trespassing hand.
To make matters worse his free hand vanished up the front of Carol's jumper. Was she wearing a bra? Julia honestly didn't know but from the look on Carol's face she was going to go with a no.
Roy seemed quite happy to just play with the things he had found for a while. When he did stop it was just to unzip his trousers and press Carol's hand against the opening. What would Carol do now, Julia wondered.
Roy's hand slipped into Carol's panties again and then his cock was on display, standing tall and only partly hidden by Carol's hand, which was busy stoking it.
Julia assumed that a bit of mild petting was as far as the pair would go. OK, so maybe not so mild petting, but she didn't expect anything else. She lifted her eyes in surprise when Roy suddenly pushed Carol's panties down, at the same time tucking her dress into its waistband. Carol had recently shaved she noted. And she wasn't wearing a bra. This was revealed when Roy also pushed her jumper up.
Roy stood back for a moment, obviously enjoying looking at his playmate. Then he made a twirling motion with his finger.
Julia didn't know what to think when Carol turned around and leaned against the tree that had been behind her. The way she was standing, bent over with legs apart, totally displayed her pussy. The angle Julia was on she could also see Carol's breast dangling, up for grabs as it were.
Carol, you're surely not going to. . .?
The way Roy was moving closer she most definitely was, because he certainly intended to. Roy's cock was rubbing against Carol's slit, being stoked up and down it. His hand reached over and eased her lips apart and pressed the head of his cock in the space provided. While Julia watched his cock slowly pressed forward and into her sister, driving in quite firmly. Once his cock was in her, Roy did the grab Carol's breasts invited.
Julia was by turns shocked, horrified, and amused by what she was observing. Also aroused. Sex appeared to be a lot noisier and a lot more energetic than she'd expected. It was also plain that this wasn't Carol's initiation to this particular hobby. She and Roy were moving with a mutual understanding of what the other was doing and wanted.
While Roy had initially entered Carol fairly carefully, now that he was engaged he was banging away like nobody's business. Carol, for her part, was humping her hips hard, pushing eagerly back to accept what Roy was supplying, her enthusiastic little cries letting him (and Julia) know how much she was enjoying it.
What, Julia wondered, would happen if she strolled out into the open now? Would they stop or just ignore her? She decided she didn't want to find out. Carol probably wouldn't talk to her for weeks. No, she'd just remember this for when she had a need for a little judicial blackmail.
Roy was rubbing Carol's breasts, rolling them around in his hands. At least, Julia assumed that he was doing that to both breasts. She could only see what he was doing to the one nearest her. At the same time his cock would come sliding out and then go charging back in with a rapid reverse of direction. Did they ever pop free while they were doing that? How embarrassing if they did.
Julia could distinctly here the slap of Roy's groin connecting with Carol's pussy. Just how long were they going to be doing this? OK, the flora reserve wasn't used often but it was used. They could get caught and what a scandal that would be. The thought didn't seem to worry the two miscreants. They were still going at it.
Sex, Julia decided, is a little boring if all you're doing is watching someone else do it. Definitely a participation sport and, from the way Carol and Roy were participating, a sport she'd have to start practicing, sooner rather than later.
There was a subtle change to the way Roy and Carol were moving. Julia knew it but couldn't work out what it was. Carol's cries seemed to be a lot more excited and there was the difference - Roy was moving a lot faster, so fast now that Carol seemed to be bouncing along his cock like a ball fastened to a bat by elastic. Roy's hand moved from Carol's breast to her face. Covering her mouth, it would appear, stifling Carol's cries.
Ah. Not her cries. Just stifling what sounded as though it would have been a full-blooded scream if it could have got loose. Both the participants seemed to be shaking and then Carol was leaning against the tree as if exhausted and Roy was leaning against her in a similar manner.
The pair of them had climaxed, Julia assumed, and decided it was time to discretely withdraw. She faded further into the background, looking for a path that would bring her up to the pair from a different route.
"There you are," Julia said, finally reaching Carol. "I was wondering where you got to."
Carol was leaning against a tree looking calm and collected. Roy was nowhere in sight.
"I was just observing the nests," Carol said, pointing to an adjacent tree where a couple of nests could be spotted.
Julia accepted this as a reasonable explanation and the girls continued their stroll through the flora reserve. Julia was quite impressed with Carol's calm demeanour, somewhat of a different style when compared to how she'd looked leaning against a tree with Roy's cock busily banging her. Not that she'd ever mention it. (Unless she really needed to.)
While Julia didn't actually forget the incident she did put it to the back of her mind - an interesting episode, but not one of any immediate import. With no significance attached to what happened Julia had no qualms about strolling through the flora reserve a few days later. This time she was unaccompanied and was slightly startled when she was hailed in the middle of the reserve.
"Julia," said a voice. "Well met."
Turning, Julia found Roy approaching. She also found that her query as to whether he had been standing too close to Carol, or if Carol had been standing too close to him, answered. Instead of stopping at a reasonable distance Roy moved very close to her, definitely encroaching on her personal space.
Power games, thought Julia dismissively. She wasn't going along with that sort of thing. Damned if she was going to back down to his masculine aggressiveness. She stood her ground.
"Roy," she said with a slight nod, deigning to acknowledge his presence.
"You like the reserve, don't you?" observed Roy. "I noticed you here the other day with Carol."
Julia made a non-committal sound. She knew damn well he'd noticed Carol the other day. She wasn't quite so sure he'd seen her.
"I like it here in the reserve," continued Roy, not troubled by her lack of response. "I find it a great place to do a little hunting."
"Hunting?" asked Julia, astonished. "It's a reserve. You're not allowed to shoot anything here. Not that there are any animals that I know of."
"I'm not into shooting, as such. I just like to track my prey. Generally I just do a tag and release."
"What sort of animals can you find here? I'm pretty sure you won't get far trying to tag and release any birds."
"Cats. I look for cats. I consider stroking their fur the equivalent of tagging them. They're shy buggers, always hiding behind things. You just have to know where to look."
"Don't you get scratched?"
"It's been known to happen," Roy agreed with a grin. "Slapped, too."
"Slapped?" Somehow Julia couldn't see a cat as slapping someone.
"Yeah, it happens. An automatic reaction when I do something like this."
Shades of Carol versus Roy. To Julia's surprise Roy lifted the front of her skirt and used a single finger to pull her panties out from her body. She promptly slapped at him, protesting.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded, a strange excitement running through her.
"See. A slap. All I was doing was checking on a cat. Strange thing was, that particular pussy had no fur. Makes it harder to tag it."
Cat equals pussy equals bastard, was Julia's immediate thought.
