It had been a very long flight to Johannesburg, but Alice had been very excited to see them all – Kate, Lucas and their two small children – waiting expectantly at the airport. The reunion had been joyful, especially between Kate and Alice, as Kate had always been Alice's favourite sister. Not only was she much closer in age to Alice than their eldest sister, Debbie, was, but she was less strait-laced than Debbie, and, despite the ten-year age gap between them, Kate and Alice had been sharing cosy female chats for six or seven years, now.
Not that there was any chance of that on their first evening, which was all 'family' until, suddenly, the long flight caught up with Alice and she collapsed in bed – out for the count for twelve hours.
When she awoke, at last, the sun was high in the sky, and Alice felt totally refreshed. She slid out of bed and padded through to the living-room, where Kate was stretched out on a lounger, wearing blouse and shorts, leafing through a magazine. She was holding a long-stemmed glass of something cool and fizzy.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, looking up at Alice. "Good job my faithful husband isn't around!"
Alice looked down at herself. She was wearing a short pale yellow nightdress, with matching panties.
"Why?" she asked, in puzzlement. "I'm decent, aren't I?"
"Well," laughed her sister "if we discount the outline of two rather hard, dark nipples, and the shadow of your bush, and the long legs going right up to your far too shapely arse – Christ, Alice, when did you suddenly become so absolutely fuckable?"
Alice blushed, but only a little. One of the things she loved about Kate was her direct speech – such a change from her parents, who, she knew, had sex much more often than they spoke about it, at least in front of her ......
"Oh, am I?" she asked, with a shy smile. "I must admit – I do get a bit of male attention, from time to time!"
"Yes!" riposted Kate. "And you'll bloody get it here, too – not least from 'nooky' Lukey!"
"Oh, Kate!" Alice laughed. "What a thing to call him!"
"Well – if the cap fits ......" Kate said, continuing to look her sister up and down, with admiration. "God, Alice, you are a bit of a stunner, though. Have you fucked anybody yet?"
Even though she was no stranger to her sister's direct approach, the blunt question caught Alice a little off guard.
"Whoa!" she laughed. "What does a girl have to do to get a cup of coffee round here?"
"Again – it's a good job Luke isn't here, or you might find out!" chuckled Kate, getting up and going into the kitchen, to turn on the percolator. Alice sank onto a settee, pulling her long legs up under her shapely bottom.
"I hope you haven't let any of these village yobs into your knickers – like I did!" came Kate's voice, from the kitchen.
"Oh, Kate!" protested Alice. "Roy's not so bad. I know his father's a bit – well, beyond the pale – but Roy's doing well at Grey Gables, and ......"
"Yes, but he's hardly 'our type', as Dad would say – and he's right!" replied Kate, thoughtfully, as she returned. "Anyway, I don't mean – just Roy. I know most of them have left the village now, but there was one afternoon, up at the stables – well, there must have been four or five of them – stable-lads and so on"
"Oh!" exclaimed Alice, her interest very rapidly aroused. "What happened?"
"Quite a bit!" came the laughing reply. "It was lucky I was 'on the pill' – thanks to Roy!"
"It was while you and he were 'together', then?" queried Alice, mildly shocked – but only mildly, given what she knew of Kate's 'wayward' ways, in her youth.
"Well – I was shagging him," Kate shrugged dismissively, "but I was getting fed-up with him. He was so fucking serious – and possessive. The stable-lads were – refreshing – they just fancied me! You know? No 'love' crap – all they wanted was to fuck me!"
Alice stared at her, wide-eyed.
"So what – what happened – that afternoon?" she asked. This little episode was complete news to her, and she realised there was still quite a lot about Kate she didn't know – yet.
"Well," replied her sister, with a reminiscent chuckle, "I was mucking out one of the stalls when they came back from lunch – it must have been a pretty liquid one, down at the Cat and Fiddle – because they were staggering about a bit and, when they saw me in my jodhpurs, they started making comments about my bum, and then my tits. Then one of them asked me to let them have a look at my tits, and I told him to piss off. But I could see they were getting a bit pushy so I thought I'd better clear off, myself, before things got tricky. So I started to finish up in the stall, but – well, then they all chipped in, asking for a look at my tits, and things."
"What did you do?" asked Alice, breathlessly, her eyes wide and bright with interest.
"I suppose I thought I could joke my way out of it," said Kate. "It wasn't the first time one or other of them had tried to chat me up, but it never came to anything – mainly because of the 'class' thing, and, of course, they all knew about Roy and me ...... and, well, we back-chatted to and fro a little, and I drank a can of their cider, just to be friendly. But, they wouldn't let me leave the stall until I showed them my tits, so I eventually agreed to take off my shirt and let them see me in my bra."
"How many boys were there?" Alice had to know, her heart thumping as she imagined what it must have been like.
"Five," Kate responded – "but two of them weren't really boys – they were both over 20, and one of them was married with at least one child, if not two. He was probably nearer 30, and, actually, he was the one who kept pushing it – I could have handled the others."
"And did you have to take your shirt off?"
"Well, I didn't 'have to', but – yes, I did. I wanted to just hold it open and let them look, but the married prat insisted I take it right off and I didn't see that it made much difference – so I pulled it off and held it while they all looked at me."
"And were they happy with that?"
"For a while." Kate laughed, ruefully. "But of course it didn't last – I can't believe I thought I was going to get away with just that. They looked, and made – comments – and they gave me another can of cider. And then – of course – the oldest one said my bra didn't let them see enough!"
"What was it like?" asked her young sister.
Kate snorted, derisively. "Like that mattered? It was a fucking bra! They were always going to want to see my tits – bare – I was a complete fool to think they'd settle for anything less!"
"So – what did you do?" Alice was becoming more and more excited.
"What could I do? There were five of them and one of me, and I couldn't get past them to get out! Oh, I argued the toss, but I could see I was on a loser, so, after a while, I agreed to take my bra off, and let them all have a good look, on condition they let me go home. But the two older guys said they had to get a feel, too, or they'd never let me out of there, so, eventually, after another bloody long argument, I agreed."
"You agreed to two of them – feeling your breasts – in front of the others?" breathed Alice, incredulously.
