Marchwood Ch 08 Family Holiday

Chapter 1: Night train

In was 1938. Across Europe the clouds of war were gathering. The Nazis had already marched into Austria and in just over a year Europe would be engulfed by war. However, for the English aristocracy life went on as normal and August was the month for taking summer holidays.

The great express train thundered northward through the night. It was over an hour since they had left Kings Cross and they were now rattling through the East Midlands heading for the Scottish border. Marcus Marchwood and his twin sister Patricia were tucked up in their own sleeping compartment and the steward had served them a cup of bedtime cocoa. Patricia, or Patsy as the family called her, was slowly drifting off to sleep, thinking about how tomorrow they would start their summer holidays with their friends the MacDuffs. It was three years since they had last spent time in the ancestral home of the MacDuffs and Patsy was looking forward to reacquainting herself with her childhood friend Isobel or Isy MacDuff.

Marcus or Marco was on the top bunk and his thoughts were elsewhere. He had noticed a ravishing dark beauty boarding the same train as them at Kings Cross and was fantasising about what it would be like to creep into her compartment and into her bunk. In his dream the young woman encouraged him to join her and he found her completely naked against him. Marco's cock began to stiffen and he could not resist gently stroking his hardening penis as he played out the delicious fantasy in his mind. The young woman had appeared particularly well endowed and in his daydream, he imagined what it would be like to caress those gloriously large breasts, they were no doubt a pale creamy colour, soft and smooth and surmounted by hard coral nipples. At this his cock stiffened a little more and he began to stroke it in earnest.

He was sure that Patsy must be asleep by now but he tried to make as little noise as possible. He hoped that the rumbling of the train's wheels on the track would cover any movements he was making in his bunk. Soon he was imagining sinking his raging cock into the girl's no doubt soft hole. He only had a fairly hazy idea of women's anatomy, gained from naughty postcards passed around among the boys at school. In some of these the women seemed to have a triangle of dark curly hair adorning the space where their legs met their bodies. He knew that the mysterious hole known as a woman's cunt lay in this region and he imagined himself thrusting his rampant member between the girl's thighs and taking possession of her delicious orifice. He began to pump his cock in earnest. He could feel himself approaching climax and he wanted the delicious release of ejaculation into his waiting pocket handkerchief so he could go to sleep.

Suddenly a small voice came from the bunk below.

"Marco what are you doing?" came Patsy's voice.

"Oh nothing, it's just the train shaking things about," he responded trying not to sound too breathless.

"I don't think it is Marco," Patsy persisted. "You are shaking the whole top bunk about and it's keeping me awake."

"Just go to sleep," Marco ordered.

"Marco, I do know what you are doing," Patsy went on persistently.

Marco knew that his sister would not let a thing go, when she was determined she was like a dog with bone.

"Well in that case why did you ask me in the first place," he said losing patience a little with his twin sister.

"Because I want you to come down here and show me," Patsy demanded.

"There's nothing to show," Marco retorted angrily.

"Marco I know you are masturbating," Patsy went on. "I am eighteen like you and just because I am a girl it doesn't mean I don't know about these things."

"Well if you know so much why do you want me to show you?" demanded Marco.

"Well I know how girls do it and some of the girls at school sort of whispered about the things boys do but I wasn't sure if they were true," Patsy replied becoming more defensive.

"How can girls do it they haven't even got cocks," Marco replied triumphantly.

"Don't you know anything Marco, girls have a little thing called a clitoris and when it gets stimulated it makes lovely feelings," Patsy explained.

For a moment there was stunned silence, then Marco spoke.

"Alright Pats I will do a deal I will show you how a bloke rubs his cock if you show me how a girl rubs her clitty thing."

Now Patsy lay in stunned silence.

"Okay it's a deal but you have to go first," she responded at last.

Marcus slipped down from the top bunk and hesitantly stood facing Patricia. There was a still a bit of a bulge in his pyjama bottoms but his cock had deflated a little.

"Come here and lie beside me and show me how you do it." Patsy demanded in her usual bossy fashion.

A little reluctantly, Marco slipped in beside her.

"Go on then get your thing out, let's have a look," she insisted.

To Marco's horror she switched on her bedside reading light but he was at last encouraged to reveal his manhood to his sister, pulling it out from his pyjamas and holding it in his right hand.

"Gosh it's bigger than I remembered when we used to share a bath when we were little," she commented.

"Well of course it is, just like you have got boobies now and I suppose hair down below, we have both grown up," said Marco laughing.

"Yes I suppose we have," Patsy agreed. "Anyway, show me how you rub your thing."

Marco hesitantly gripped his cock in his fist and began to gently pump it up and down.

"Ooh Marco, it's getting bigger, is that what happens?" Patsy exclaimed, "and look at the end of it, it's all bulging and purple when you pull the skin back."

"That's perfectly normal," gasped Marco now becoming quite aroused. "I say would you like to have a try."

"What you want me to rub your thing?" queried Patsy.

"Why not, you said you wanted to find out," Marco retorted. "Well, here's your chance."

Patsy stared for a moment at the monstrous pole of flesh protruding from her brother's pyjama trousers. It had grown so much since he was little and it even looked much bigger than the ones she had seen on Greek statues in the British Museum. She wondered if this was normal or whether Marco was particularly well-endowed. After all the Marchwood men had a reputation for being sexually voracious going right back to her notorious great-great grandfather who they reckoned had debauched half the women in the county.

Patsy tentatively reached out her hand and touched her brother's manhood. She felt it twitch and stiffen and her fingers grazed over the flesh of his magnificent organ. The thing must have been a good eight inches long.

"That's it, get a good grip on it and then gently pull the foreskin back and forth," Marco instructed.

Patsy cautiously grasped Marco's erect organ and gently pulled back the foreskin.

"That's it up and down," Marco encouraged her.

She soon had the hang of it and began to steadily rub her brother's cock in a gently rhythm in time to the train's clickety clack sound on the tracks.

"Oh crikey, that feels good," Marco groaned, "but you have to keep the head moistened or it gets too dry."

"Oh do you want me to rub some spit on it or something,"

"You could or you could even try sucking it for a bit," Marco suggested.

Patsy turned to him looking horrified. "Yeugh! How disgusting, are you really suggesting I put that thing in my mouth?"

"Well why not," Marco demanded. "I mean I think lots of grown up women do that, especially if they don't want to go all the way and risk having a baby."

"What they suck on their husband's things?" Patsy asked in surprise.

"Well yes, or even their boyfriend's if they are not married," Marco added.

"Oh I see and do the men ever you know... erm lick ladies down below?" she asked.

"Well I think they do, at least that's what Pinky Harbottle told me. He reckons that when ladies do it to men it's called fellatio and when men do it to ladies it's called cunnilingus."

"Oh gosh, that might be rather fun, I never thought of that," Patsy replied a look of wonder crossing her pretty face.

"Do you want to try?" asked Marco, suddenly more enthusiastic about the whole project.

"As long as you go first," Patsy replied. "I don't actually believe you will go through with it."

"Take your nightie off and I will prove you wrong," insisted Marco.

"Oh I don't know," said Patsy suddenly coy. I mean you haven't seen me in the nude since we were about five."

"Oh come on I have shown you mine, now show me yours," her brother demanded.

Reluctantly Patsy peeled her nightie over her head and let it drop to the floor. Marco's eyes nearly popped out on stalks. His cute little sister had blossomed into a beautiful woman without him even noticing. His eyes locked on the delicious pair of creamy breasts which had sprouted on her chest and then roved downwards to the triangle of curly fair hairs that adorned her pudenda.

"My God Patsy, you have grown into a corker!" gasped Marco.

"Well thank you, now are you going to do cunnywhatever to me because I am gasping to try it and I did rub your cock for you," Patsy demanded.

Marco arranged his sister so she was lying back on her pillows and pulled her thighs apart. He could now see that her fair curls had been concealing a pink slit which stretched round between her thighs. No doubt the secret entrance was in this area and presumably also the magic organ which Patsy had called the clitoris was located nearby though he could see no sign of it.

He reached forward and gently drew his fingers through his sister's curly pubic hair grazing along the edge of her delicious slit.

"You said you were surprised how I had changed but I could say the same about you," said Marco. "I remember your little slit in the bath when we were kiddies but these little short and curlies are something new."

"I'll have you know that I have had them for about five years," Patsy retorted.

"They are quite lovely," he replied, "Can I play with them some more?"

He began to gently fondle Patsy's pussy at first just feeling his way along her slit but then slowly insinuating his pinky inside her. She felt deliciously moist and the more he fondled her the juicier she felt. He noticed that as his fingers moved towards the top of his sister's slit, she seemed to wriggle a bit more and occasionally moan in seeming pleasure. He noticed this happened around a particular spot which felt like a small hard bud nestled in her folds.

"Is that your clitoris?" he asked as he gently rubbed the tiny bud, lubricating it with some of the juice which now freely seeping from Patsy's cunt.

"Yes that's the sweet spot my dear brother. If you can work that on a girl, you send her into ecstasy."

"So is that where you rub yourself, you know when you want to pleasure yourself?"

"Yes that's it," replied Patsy remembering that it had not always been she who had been rubbing herself.

There had been that hot afternoon last summer when she and Marjorie Hershaw had gone for a walk in the woods behind the school and sat under a large tree. Marjorie had asked if she could kiss her, she had been hesitant but soon Marjorie was entwining her tongue in hers and then her fingers were inside Patsy's knickers rubbing exactly at that spot. Marjorie seemed to know precisely what to do and, in a few minutes, had her swooning with pleasure as a wave of ecstasy swept through her loins. From then on, she pleasured herself every night, except for a the few occasions when she was able to sneak off again with Marjorie for some mutual relief.

Patsy knew that there were girls called lesbians, who liked other girls, but she didn't really think that she was one. Marjorie probably was and it was enjoyable enough being pleasured by a girl like her. However, when she lay in bed and rubbed herself between the thighs it was male movie stars such as Clarke Gable and Erroll Flynn of who she dreamed and the sight of even her own brother's penis had excited her, so she was pretty sure she wasn't a lesbian like Marjorie.

She was enjoying the memory of her romps with Marjorie, as Marco continued to rub her throbbing clit, when he suddenly changed position. He was kneeling between her legs and then tentatively at first his tongue began to run up and down her slit. This was something she had never tried with Marjorie or any other girl. The feeling was electric, especially when his tongue flitted across her clitoris. Oh, how badly she wanted more of that.

"Oh, Marco what are you doing? That feels delicious!" she murmured.

Marco's reply was muffled by her pubic hair but he continued to enthusiastically lash her clitoris with his tongue, every now and then probing her pussy.

"Oh my gosh Marco, I think I am going to come," she cried. "Oh golly gosh, oh Marco, Marco."

She tried to keep her cries as muffled as possible, conscious that their parents were in the next compartment but she was now bucking her hips upwards as Marco tongued her buzzing clit while at the same pushing a finger as far as possible into her virgin cunt. Her body shook with a violent orgasm more powerful than anything she had experienced, even with Marjorie's nimble fingers. Waves of pleasure coursed through her loins until she could take no more and begged Marco to cease his assault on her now over-sensitive clitoris.

Marco lay beside her looking at her in wonder. He felt a sense of pride. He had a made a woman come for the first time, even if it was his sister. There was also the anticipation that she would now feel an obligation to reciprocate. He hoped he could prevail upon his sister to suck him off. What he hadn't told his sister, when he related Pinky Harbottle's lesson about cunnilingus and fellatio, was that Pinky had offered to give him a demonstration. They had slipped away to the school gardening shed used by pupils who kept small allotments in the school grounds. The shed was quiet as it was the end of the gardening season. Pinky had persuaded him to pull out his cock and had enthusiastically knelt down to engulf it between his lips. Marco had been a little unsure, after all this was what queers got up to and he was sure he was not one of those but Pinky's lips around his cock felt pretty amazing. He tried to imagine that it was Claudette Colbert or Bette Davis who was sucking him off and that certainly felt good. It didn't take long for Pinky to bring him off, the whole process was sped up by Pinky gently rubbing the base of his cock with his fingers while sucking on the tip. This drove him over the top and to his surprise Pinky kept his mouth clamped around his cock as he came, eagerly guzzling very drop of his semen as he squirted down his throat.

He had expected Pinky would demand that he would reciprocate the favour he had done him but instead he simply observed, "You're not really queer like me are you Marchwood. You don't really want to suck me off. It's okay, I understand."

Marco hadn't really known how to respond and had simply muttered something about Pinky being a jolly decent sort and made his escape from the gardening shed. No more was ever said about the incident by either of them in the time they remained at school.

When Patsy had recovered her composure, she looked up at her brother.

"I suppose I should do the same for you now," she said hesitantly.

"Would you mind old girl," Marco replied. "It's just I was bursting to come before you interrupted me. Here give me your hand."

He guided her hand toward his still rampant cock and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing pole. With a little encouragement Patsy resumed her up and down motion on her brother's swollen manhood.

"Oh god sis that feels so good," groaned Marcus.

Somehow it felt much more exciting having Patsy do what he had done for himself for so long. She masturbated him at a slow steady pace. Normally by now he would be accelerating his rubbing to bring himself quickly to his final climax but Patsy seemed in no hurry and it was somehow more exciting, this teasing build to the final ejaculation. The only problem was he could feel his cockhead getting dryer and dryer. He would normally apply some saliva to his cock to keep things well oiled. He wondered whether he could prevail on Patsy to take his cock in her mouth. He couldn't forget the sensation of Pinky's lips round his cock. How much better would it be if those lips belonged to a girl even if she was his sister.

"Patsy, you know how I just licked you down below," Marco began. "Well is there any chance that you might you know....."

Patsy paused in pumping his prick and looked at him. "You really want me to suck it don't you?"

"Well, if you wouldn't mind, after all fair's fair," he replied.

"Alright I will give it a try," she finally acceded.

Patsy shuffled down the bunk until her face was level with her brother's cock. She experimentally licked the tip and thinking it didn't taste too nasty tried sucking on the tip like a lollipop. Marco emitted a groan of pleasure.

"Oh yes old girl," he said encouragingly, "do that some more, it feels so good."

Patsy began to suck the end of his prick more enthusiastically. She quite liked to feeling of the plum-like purple tip of her brother's cock in her mouth. She continued to suck away for a few more minutes. Patsy lacked the finesse of Pinky Harbottle and although it was pleasurable enough being fellated by her, Marco could not quite get to a final climax as she clumsily sucked on his throbbing organ. Impatiently he pushed his sister onto her back and began to thrust impetuously into her mouth.

"Nggggh, mmm," protested Patsy her moth filled with her brother's engorged penis.

"Sorry old girl," Marco insisted, "nearly there."

He could feel his orgasm approaching and his cock seemed to have taken over from his brain. His only thought was to bring himself to climax in his twin sister's mouth. Patsy had given up protesting and was mutely allowing him to finish himself off. He withdrew his cock and grasping the shaft gave it a last few pumps spraying a flood of semen onto his sister's face until unable to squeeze out any more fluid he collapsed beside her.

"Yeugh, you pig!" squealed Patsy as her cheeks and lips were bathed in the sticky white substance. "I didn't realise boys produced all this horrid white stuff!"

"What do you think makes babies, you silly," retorted Marco.

"Well yes I kind of knew but I didn't really there would be so much or that it would taste so horrible. I think I got some in my mouth," she explained.

When Patsy had cleaned herself up Marco climbed back into the upper bunk. They bade each other goodnight and soon the rocking motion of the train had sent them both to sleep.

As the twins were engaged in their first hesitant fumblings with each other Lord Marchwood was somewhat unsteadily making his way back from the bar. He had perhaps had a few too many large malts but it had put him in the mood for their expedition to Scotland. It would be good to see his old friend Jock MacDuff again.

As he wove unsteadily down the corridor towards his sleeping compartment, he wondered whether his wife Lady Daisy would be asleep. He hoped so, otherwise she would be likely to scold him for staying up too late drinking. Suddenly he spied his wife's maid Maisie making her way back to her compartment in second class. Lord Marchwood had been conducting a secret dalliance with Maisie and with the help of occasional presents and bribes she had acceded to his unusual sexual predilections in ways that Lady Daisy had long since refused.

"Ah, Maisie my dear," Marchwood hailed her. "Have we got time for a quickie before bed."

"Your lordship, her ladyship is settling down to sleep and I have three other ladies sharing my compartment so I think we had best leave things for tonight," said Maisie primly.