The Holiday
A Family Holiday In Cornwall
Jill CONWAY - aged 28 - gardener
Chris CONWAY - aged 26 - bank clerk
Tom ANDREWS - aged 24 - programmer
Anne ANDREWS - aged 22 - teacher
Anita JACKSON - aged 20 - shop assistant
Ray JACKSON - aged 20 - bus driver
Janey - aged 21 - barmaid
Brian ANDREWS - aged 47 - builder
Marion ANDREWS - aged 45 - shop manageress
Bill CONWAY - aged 50 - farmer
Sally CONWAY - aged 48 - farmers wife
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BEFORE THE HOLIDAY
It all started with a suggestion by Anne. Being a teacher, she had the extra time away from work to think of things like holidays. Contrary to popular belief, teachers have a lot of preparatory work to arrange in school breaks but it still left quite a bit of time for relaxing and recreation.
Anne was without a boyfriend at the moment. Two years ago when she was twenty she had had a very heavy romance with one of her college lecturers but he only wanted her when she was close at hand in college and as soon as she had got herself a full time teaching post twenty miles away he found another student in the next up and coming year. Between then and now Anne had only had a few short-term relationships. Her lecturer had taught her to enjoy sex so she needed a boost to her sex drive now and again and now was the time.
"Let's go down to the cottage for a couple of weeks," she suggested on the phone to her brother Tom. He was a couple of years older than Anne, an improving programmer with a large company in their own home town.
Their parents had bought a cottage in Cornwall some years ago but hardly used it, preferring to go abroad for their main holidays. 'Cottage' was somewhat of a misnomer as it had four bedrooms, three bathrooms, living room, sitting room and a large kitchen. There was a large covered porch right across the front of the building. The house stood on an isolated bluff overlooking the sea, with a rough path leading down to a very nice beach. It was not a private beach but it was really only accessible from the cottage or from the sea.
Anne's suggestion sounded like a good idea and Tom was in favour if he could get the time off at such short notice. He loved his sister's company and he would always spend time with her. Two weeks at the sea would bring them closer and he felt a warm glow as he thought more about it. He would ask for the time off as soon as he got to work tomorrow morning. Tomorrow was Monday, Anne making her suggestion as she phoned the family home for her regular Sunday evening chat with parents and brother. She asked for, and received, permission to use the cottage.
Anne and Tom had always been close. On occasions when both were without partners they would go out together to the cinema or dining and dancing. They often held hands and kissed on the lips without crossing the line to the next step. They did notice however, on parting to their separate rooms at the end of these evenings that Anne would feel the damp between her thighs and Tom would find that he was at least half erect.
"I'm up for it if I can get the time. It shouldn't be too much of a problem; it's a bit slack at work at the moment. I'm thinking that two weeks with just the two of us might be a bit quiet. Why not invite others to join us? It's just crossed my mind that Jill and Chris might be free. What about asking them to come as well?"
Jill and Chris Conway were their cousins, the children of their mother's sister and her husband. Jill worked for a market gardener and never seemed to have any time off and her brother was a bank clerk. Neither seemed to be attached; Jill seemed to have a yearning for her boss who chased all girls, including her and Chris had a different girl every week. They were older than Anne and Tom, being twenty-eight and twenty-six respectively, but they had always got on famously when ever they met.
"That's a fantastic idea," replied Anne enthusiastically. "I'll call them now and see what they say. I bet Jill really could do with a break. I bet she's still mooning over her boss, the silly girl. I'll call you back to keep you up to date."
Tom put the phone down already feeling quite excited about the prospect. He loved being with Anne and cousins Chris and Jill were always great fun to be with. When he was growing up he had looked up to Chris, he being two years older and much taller had seemed much more experienced in the world. Chris had always tolerated his younger cousin in a laid back and friendly way. Tom now remembered that when he had stayed at Aunt Sally's she would put the six or seven-year-old boy in the same bed as his cousin Jill, presumably thinking that there was sufficient age difference for it not to matter. Jill had instigated an inspection of Tom's willy, fondling it and feeling all around his cock, balls and arsehole. Then she showed Tom her pussy crack and asked him to feel her up. The youth of the players made it quite safe as of course Tom could not get an erection at that age, never mind produce spunk. However, Jill put him on top of her and between them they managed to insert the soft willy inside her pussy and Tom's instincts were such that although he didn't have spunk he did manage a little pee inside that hot juicy crack. Jill had hugged him tightly to her body.
Tom noticed that even thinking about that fifteen year old incident had given him a hard on! Yes, it would be great to have the cousins along. He hoped that they were available and that Anne would be able to persuade them. He needn't have worried. The phone rang again.
"It's on," Anne shouted down the phone. "A week on Saturday. Jill and Chris will drive down direct to the cottage. They know the way. I'd forgotten that they have been there with Uncle Bill and Aunt Sally for a holiday. Isn't it great? Will you drive us down bruv? The forecast is great from next week on so I'm going to get brown all over!"
"All over?" laughed Tom. Anne went quiet and then she said softly.
"Well if it's hot enough it's certainly private enough."
"What about Jill and Chris?"
"They would be OK, I'm sure. If I'm the first to strip off and they don't leave then I bet they join in. I hope you'll support me though, bruv. Anyway, I've not seen your cock for years!"
"I didn't know that you've ever seen it!" answered Tom in surprise.
"Several times," giggled Anne down the phone. "You didn't keep your bedroom door closed all the time, you know!"
"Same for you, sister dear, a picture of your little blonde muff is engraved on my brain."
They disconnected, laughing and Tom thought that it was wonderful that they got on so well. Thinking of those fluffy blonde pubes had got him another stiffy.
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SATURDAY
So, at the end of the next week they found themselves driving down the little hidden track from the main road to the cottage at the end. There were no other houses on the lane, just gates leading into mainly fields of pasture.
They were all set. They had been to the supermarket in Truro and bought everything they thought that they might need, including the beer! Jill and Chris had promised to top up their supplies from home so, apart from going out to eat and using the local pub sometimes they should be almost self sufficient. No doubt something essential had been overlooked.
Anne had been quiet on the two-hour journey down and when Tom had enquired if she was OK she looked across at him and gently squeezed his arm.
"I feel fantastic. I'm so happy that I can't talk unless I spoil it. I'm looking forward to seeing Chris and Jill but most of all I'm thrilled to be spending two weeks with you. I do love you so much, brother mine!"
Tom kept his eyes on the road but he had reached across and squeezed Anne's nearest thigh, causing her to curl up close to him for the rest of the trip.
Now she got out of the car as Tom pulled up outside the gate to the cottage. The house itself was still hidden by a curving driveway hidden by bushes and shrubs.
"I'll leave the gate for the others," she shouted above the engine noise. "I'll walk from here."
Soon they were unloading their luggage and the groceries and booze. Tom naturally claimed his usual bedroom and Anne went into the room next door, the one that their parents normally used. It was on the corner and had the best view over the sea, the bay and the beach.
Anne was gazing out over the panorama as Tom came into the room.
"Isn't it wonderful?" he enthused as he slipped his arms around her waist as he looked at the view from over her shoulder.
"Magic" she said, "and this too." She turned in his arms, put her arms around Tom's neck and kissed him on the lips, opening them a little to allow her tongue to brush his mouth.
Surprised, Tom automatically opened his lips too and then felt Anne's tongue invade his mouth. He responded and suddenly they were tasting each other and pressing their bodies together. Then they broke apart, chests heaving and gazing into each other's eyes.
"Come on," said Tom eventually, taking Anne's hand. "Let's go down and get a beer and sit on the porch and wait for the others."
They had arrived at lunchtime so they prepared a snack of fresh crusty bread, cheese, ham and pickles. They ate the food and drank their beer sitting on the front porch, the southern sun shining on them as they relaxed.
Anne eventually stood and collected their plates.