Copyright Oggbashan August 2020
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
Josie is a bit of a prude. She takes her responsibility for her younger sister too seriously. She is an active member of her church and its youth group. I was surprised when she decided to come with us on our youth group's first long camping weekend for this summer.
We are very different from her church youth group. Our usual age range is eighteen years to twenty-five with a few slightly older leaders like me. Our weekends away tended to be an extended pub-crawl with sexual activities. I was needed this weekend because, since I was over twenty-five with a full clean driving licence and four years no-claim bonus, I, and only I, could hire the minibus and be the only driver.
I suspected that Josie had only agreed to come to watch over her younger sister Diana. Diana is very different. She drinks a lot but is rarely drunk, and she flirts with any available man. We all know Diana is on the pill and carried a stash of condoms in her purse -- just in case. None of us could imagine Josie doing that -- or anything remotely sexual.
Diana is always dressed lightly. For this trip she was wearing a summer dress with a white cardigan. But Josie was wearing a padded jacket and one of her sensible heavyweight ankle length skirts.
Josie treats Diana as if she was very young. Diana isn't. She is twenty-one to Josie's twenty-three.
I was sharing a tent with Alan. Josie and Diana were in another tent. Their tent and ours were erected before anyone else's. For Alan and I it was because we were so experienced. For Josie and Diana it was because almost all the men wanted to help Diana. Every man had a hug and kiss from Diana and a spoken 'thank you' from Josie.
While the other tents were being erected the four of us decided to go to the nearby beach. We had to go down fifty steps to the beach. It was low tide and had exposed many interesting rock pools. I was wearing my almost empty rucksack. I suppose it was because I had the group's first aid kit in it and I took that everywhere.
Josie was holding her skirt up as she stepped on a seaweed covered rock and slipped. She fell forward, twisting her ankle and gashing a knee. I was about ten feet away when she did it. I reached her in seconds and picked her up. Silent tears were running down her face. I took her above the high tide line, took my rucksack off, got out the first aid kit and then wetted some cotton wool in a small stream tumbling down the cliff.
I had to push Josie's skirt up to get at her knee. As usual, she was wearing a heavyweight ankle length skirt. She protested slightly as I lifted her skirt. I saw a brief flash of her sensible blue cotton panties. Diana told Josie to shut up and let me work.
"But Nicolas..." (Josie calls me Nicholas -- everyone else calls me Nick) ...can see all my legs." Josie objected.
"And very nice legs they are too," I said.
Josie pretended to hit me.
""He can't sort out your knee without seeing your legs, Josie," Diana said. "Just relax and let him finish."
The cut was small but quite deep and bleeding. When I had cleaned around it I applied a large square plaster, pressing hard around the edges to stop the bleeding. I looked at Josie's ankle. Although there was some swelling it wasn't serious. She wouldn't be able to walk on it for some hours and certainly couldn't manage the fifty steps up to the campsite.
I took the bag off my rucksack frame and padded it with towels. Diana and Alan lifted Josie on to it. She held me around the neck, her head beside mine with her hair against my cheek. I carried her up the steps and after opening the side door of the minibus the three of us helped to put her on a seat. Diana went to their tent to prepare it for Josie.
Alan and I carried Josie into the tent and put her down on a sleeping back with her back propped against a pile of rucksacks. Alan left to help others erect their tents.
"You need to thank Nick," Diana said. "What do you know he likes?"
"Breasts," Josie whispered.
"Yes, and you've got breasts, Josie," Diana said. "Use them."
"I couldn't." Josie said. "I don't want Nicolas to see."
"Then ask him to keep his eyes shut. He would, wouldn't you, Nick?"
"Yes," I said.
"Or -- you could hide his head under your clothes, Josie. Then he couldn't see." Diana continued.
Josie took some more prompting from Diana but soon I was resting between Josie's legs with my head resting against her padded jacket. Josie unzipped her jacket and eased the sides away. Now I was against her T-shirt, very aware that there were some warm substantial breasts underneath a single layer of cotton.
Josie sighed.
"You like Nick, don't you, Josie?" Diana asked.
