Ashley lay in her bed, the first morning of the summer vacations. She was nineteen and she'd just finished her first year at university and had thoroughly enjoyed it. Academically she'd done well, had made some great friends, some of whom she just knew were going to be there for life, and she felt she'd really matured since she left home as an insecure virgin 9 months earlier.
Oh yes, and she was no longer a virgin. She'd resolved to get rid of that as soon as she could, who waited for Mr Right to come along these days, so she'd set about it as soon as the Fresher's week parties started. It hadn't been a great experience, it had hurt a bit, and she didn't really enjoy the sex that much, well not the first time, but it had got better, a lot better.
She knew she'd like sex, but she hadn't realised quite how much she'd like it. Masturbation had melded seamlessly into proper sex, with a real proper cock inside her. Not that she'd had that many, she wasn't promiscuous, but she rather thought her parents would be horrified if they actually knew how many men had been in her bed, and her pussy.
Her mind ran through them, reliving her experiences and unconsciously one hand started to fondle her breast, teasing her nipple through her pyjamas as the other descended to her pussy and started to stroke it. She felt a little juice trickle down inside her, and not hearing any noises in the house thought she'd got plenty of time to squeeze one out, what better way to start the holidays.
Gently rubbing her fingers in circles over her pyjama clad pussy, she felt the warmth start to glow inside her, little tingles emanating from her clit and running through her body, as her nipples reacted in the same way, like two sets of ripples in a pond coalescing. She slid her hand inside her pyjamas, down over her pubes and onto her pussy, her fingers feeling just how wet she already was. She always leaked copiously, finding it embarrassing sometimes when she had soaking wet panties, but the pleasure more than made up for it.
She began to feel warm and pulled the covers back, lifting the top of her pyjamas, freeing her breasts to the cool morning air. She wished they were a bit bigger, they were a nice shape and her nipples were slightly puffy which most of her boyfriends had enjoyed, but just a bit bigger would have given her that really drop dead gorgeous look.
The elastic of her bottoms was getting in the way now and impatiently she tugged them down as far as she could reach, immediately feeling less restricted. She began to stroke more vigorously, allowing her fingers to slide up and down her slit, gliding over her pee hole, down to her pussy then back up to her clit. She wondered if men's cocks were as sensitive as her clit, what a feeling that would be!
Her mind flitted to the last cock she'd had inside her, her latest boyfriend, he'd not been all that big, but he knew how to use it and she'd had three orgasms before he'd cum inside her. She loved that bit best of all, feeling all that hot cum filling her up, then seeping slowly out of her. She shivered at the memory and pushed two fingers inside her, sliding in deep until her palm was pressing against her clit, sending quivers through her.
She rolled over onto her stomach, her hand sandwiched beneath her and started to hump her hips against it. Sometimes she put a pillow under her as well but today it felt just right without. Imagine if someone came into her room now, her mother or father, seeing her naked arse up in the air, humping her hand, or even worse her brother. With a jolt her orgasm burst on her, wracking her body with tremors, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her, her face buried in her pillow, gasping for breath as she slowly calmed.
She pulled her fingers out, bringing them automatically to her nose, smelling that familiar pussy smell on them, then pulled her pyjamas up and settled back down again, drawing the covers over her, relishing that post orgasmic glow. She was surprised she'd cum so quickly, normally she could manage to make it last longer, but then sometimes the quick ones were the best ones.
In the room next door, her twin brother would have been surprised to know what she was thinking, he'd always thought her to be a bit of a wet blanket, they'd never had those intimate conversations about their bodies and sex that all siblings, especially twins were supposed to have. They'd never played 'I'll show you mine...' as kids, and they'd hung about in different groups growing up.
William had lost his virginity just after his eighteenth birthday, long before he'd finished school, it wasn't quite a 'behind the bike sheds' occasion, but it wasn't far off. He'd been at a party and he started kissing a girl, buoyed by the alcohol they'd been drinking. He'd tentatively reached out to feel her breast and had been surprised by her reaction, pretty much throwing herself at him. They'd gone upstairs to one of the bedrooms, uncaring that here seemed to be at least two other couples in there, in various stages of having sex. She'd taken her knickers off and had pulled his trousers down, holding his rock hard cock in her hand.
After assuring him she was on the pill she'd pulled him down on top of her and he'd managed to fumble his way inside her, helped by her guiding hand. It had felt truly wonderful, but despite his best efforts he hadn't lasted long, she didn't seem to mind, and she'd played with his flaccid cock for a while until he was hard again, and they'd done it again. The second time was better and she'd told him she'd enjoyed it.
He'd got better at it, and by the time he'd gone up to university he considered himself quite a cocksman, with several notches on his belt. University had been paradise, everyone seemed to be at it and he was in a different bed almost every night for a week, until strangely he began to tire of it. He'd become much more selective and found that quality was much better than quantity.
Now he lay and reflected what he was going to do for sex during the holidays. They lived in a small village, a church, a few small stores, two pubs, a golf course surrounding the local manor house and that was about it. He could drive, but had no car so would be reliant on borrowing his mother's, no way was his father going to let him drive the Jag, and then of course he'd be restricted to soft drinks. His parents had always seemed straitlaced, so any sleepovers he had were going to be awkward to explain and so perhaps he would just have to resort to his hand. He'd had plenty of practice at that of course, whilst he didn't actually have calluses, he'd occasionally had to refrain from masturbating for a few day due to the intense soreness of his cock. Oh for a nicely lubricated pussy he thought as his hand automatically started to stroke his morning wood.
Aside from a few friends the only females around were his sister and his mother. Like any young man he'd tried to see their naked bodies, he'd been more successful with his mother, she was more careless with showing her body than his sister, the most he'd ever got to see there was her in a bra, but he'd seen his mother's tits a couple of times last summer, and once her whole body naked, but only from the rear.
In fact that was what was coming to his mind now, her large breasts with big dark nipples he remembered, and a round bum, he tried to imagine what her pussy would look like, but images of past conquests kept overriding his imagination, He tried to superimpose his sister on porn actresses he watched, that seemed to work, and he found his cock starting to respond to his rhythmical stroking and he felt himself cumming. Quickly he pulled back the covers as his cum spurted out, covering his stomach and chest in white blobs.
With a grimace he cleaned himself up and swung his legs out of bed, then pulling on a robe, strode out and over the landing to the bathroom where he peed and washed his hands. Emerging he bumped into his sister, dressed in her pyjamas, wondering who wore pyjamas these days, but appreciating her form in them nevertheless. She went in and closed the door as William made his way downstairs. His mother was there, still in her dressing gown, busying herself in the kitchen and he gave her a kiss on the cheek, then pulled her into a big hug, feeling her breasts squash against him.
"It's good to be home Mum," he said, meaning it.
His sister followed him in and gave her mother a kiss then sat down at the table. Their father followed shortly afterwards, greeting them in a slightly formal manner. He was a local solicitor, and both his children thought he belonged in a different era. William swore he'd wear a sports jacket with collar and tie at the weekends if he could get away with it. Notwithstanding their views, both children loved their parents, they'd had a really happy childhood and now were beginning to feel as though they were being treated as young adults.
"You haven't forgotten we're going to a Village Society do this afternoon have you?" reminded their father. He'd mentioned it yesterday when they'd arrived home. He was sorry but it was something neither he nor their mother could really get out of. They'd be home late, but it was just one of those things.
"What is it then Dad?" asked William, "I've heard you mentioned it before, but you've never really explained what it does."
"Oh, it's nothing much really, just a few people from the village who get together and talk about matters of mutual interest and concern. It's run by Richard and Sarah from the Big House, and you know what they can be like, a bit up themselves sometimes. They make it all formal, black tie believe it or not, but the drink and buffet usually make it worthwhile going."
"Doesn't sound too bad," said Ashley, "perhaps we could tag along, it'd be nice to meet some of the old stalwarts of the village again."
"Oh I don't think so dear," replied their mother, "it can get a bit bitchy at times and it does tend to drag on. We'll have plenty of time to catch up properly on Sunday and you are home for a couple of months after all."
