In Which Innocence is lost in the country; there is much self-discovery and the less savoury aspects of country life are revealed.
Innocence and Dodie didn't share very many interests in common, but one that they did and which Innocence was particularly keen on pursuing was a love for walking in the countryside which they often did together. It was lovely to get away from the city and out into the open air, feeling the country air on their skins and finding deserted spots where they could make love in the warmth of the sun beating down on their backs, collecting souvenirs of insect bites on their inner thighs and grass in Dodie's vagina. It was on one such pleasant walk they had in the hills outside Congress when they found themselves horribly lost and dark clouds building up in the sky heavy with the promise of rain.
"What do we do now?" Wondered Dodie, looking up at the sky, pulling her shorts on as Innocence stood up in the meadow, still naked and her penis still shimmering from their lovemaking. "It's miles back!"
"We'll just have to hurry!" Innocence said, not feeling at all hopeful as she glanced up at the dark black and grey shadows. "We might have to shelter under a tree or something."
Dodie nodded. "We'd better get moving then!"
They strode on, as fast as they could without breaking into a run as the clouds came closer, accompanied by the occasional distant rumble. "We're not going to make it!" asserted Dodie, squeezing Innocence's hand tight as the first drops of rain squeezed out of the sky and sputtered on the dry earth of the waymarked path. "We'll get soaked!"
Unfortunately, Dodie's assertion proved to be altogether too true as the drops became heavier, more frequent and more persistent. The countryside's smell changed as the water cascaded on them, battering against their too flimsy clothes and pasting them against the hard contours of their bodies. Even their feet, sensibly enclosed within sturdy walking boots began to feel damp as water dribbled down their ankles and through the eyelets of their boots.
"Are you alright, you two?" Asked a woman in her early forties who was walking along the same path as them carrying a large umbrella over her head and wearing a pair of green wellington boots. She wore a flowery dress down to her knees and her brown wavy hair reached halfway down her back. "You look as wet as you can. You don't want to catch cold. Do you want to stop off at our cottage to dry? It's a long way to wherever you intend to go."
Innocence brushed the sodden strands of hair from her eyes and studied the woman who was quite thin with a scattering of dark brown freckles around her face. It was very comforting to meet someone so sympathetic. She glanced at Dodie, whose hand she was holding, who was suffering worse from the rain, the tee-shirt stuck against the cold-hardened nipples of her tiny breasts and every contour of her body clearly visible, including those normally obscured by her brief shorts, the pubic hairs emerging from either side and themselves dripping a stream of rain water.
"If it's no trouble ..." She replied with a broad grin. "We really should have looked at the weather forecast before we set out."
"We don't live far from here," the woman assented, leading the two lovers along a series of paths off the beaten track, past fields of sodden sheep and sheltering cows, to a small cottage in a small-holding of cabbages and hens. Outside the cottage were the carcasses of disemboweled cars and a few miserable looking dogs. It was not a pretty cottage, set in red brick and splattered by mud from the rain, but to Innocence's rain-stung eyes it was the most welcoming sight imaginable. She gasped with relief as she and Dodie sheltered under the derelict porch amongst milk bottles and car engines while the woman pushed open the unvarnished door.
Inside Innocence could hear a slight moaning from the kitchen as the woman pushed open the door. The woman noticed Innocence's frown. "That'll be my two eldest. They're having fun together no doubt. Well, you expect that from youngsters don't you?"
"I suppose so," agreed Innocence naïvely, not really expecting to see a boy of about eighteen sitting on a wooden chair by the table in a shirt with his legs open, his trousers and underpants about his ankle and with his penis being sucked by a girl wearing nothing at all, her hands creeping up the insides of his thighs and up his chest while he emitted frequent gasps of pleasure. The boy turned his head round as his mother entered and smiled welcomingly.
"Hello, Mum!" He said between gasps. "Wet, is it?"
"Very!" She smiled approvingly. "Hello, Kitty! Enjoying yourself?"
The girl pulled her mouth off the boy's penis, the length of it gradually easing through her full red lips, and gazed up at her mother, Dodie and Innocence. "Yes, Mummy! Ooh! Who're these two?" A sliver of viscous creamy liquid dribbled out of her mouth, down her chin and fell in a small globule to the stone kitchen floor.
"Couple of lasses caught in the rain. They'll be staying overnight until they dry their things. Don't worry about us. Just carry on."
"What will they think?" She asked pointing at Innocence and Dodie, her hair tied back in two pony-tails and her brow furrowing with concern.
"Nothing I imagine. If a girl can't enjoy herself with her brother, then who can she enjoy herself with?"
Kitty nodded and returned to her brother's penis which she continued fellating. Innocence felt a little uneasy, but the woman busied herself with pulling two ragged towels out of a cupboard and handing to the girls. She lowered her voice. "Don't worry about Kitty and Rover. They're incorrigible. Good, isn't it? Shows we're a close family, doesn't it? Is it like this in your family?"
Innocence nodded sadly, although she knew her mother would never show anything of the approval that Mrs. Giles was expressing. She wondered if the trouble that she and Chastity had taken in hiding their activity from their parents had been worth so much trouble after all. Dodie had different views. "My family never shared their bodies with each other. I don't think I'd have liked it if they did."
"Well, don't fret dearie. Not all families can be as close as ours." She lowered her voice. "Now, I don't like to have to tell guests this, and I guess it's not really necessary, we may be a close family, but we don't go in for any sexual promiscuity. So don't you get any ideas about Kitty, Rover, or for that matter my husband and young Fanny. We keep ourselves to ourselves. It's better that way. Don't think you can join in, though what you two pretty young things do together is your business." She raised her voice again. "Now take off your soaking things, and I'll prepare a lovely broth for us all to eat. What do you think, Kitty?"
Her daughter was leaning on top of her brother, her hands on his shoulders and his penis thrusting in and out of her bushy young cunt. "Oohh! Oohh! Oohh!!" She gasped.
