I was 14 and a half years old, and it was summer holidays, when my mother announced her old friend Mary would be bringing her family to stay for a week or two. At first I looked forward to it, then I found out she would be bringing her daughter Vicky and son Matthew. I assumed then that I would have to look after them, in addition to my sister, whilst our parents had a reunion. Not my idea of a holiday, and definitely not about to be fun for me I thought (how wrong I was). I sat for hours trying to figure out some way of avoiding having to look after the kids while everyone else had a good time but I couldn't think of a singleone. A couple of days before they arrived I more or less resigned myself to one-two weeks of sheer hell, and began to try to find any advantages. I did reason that I could skip washing up after dinner, as Vicky sounded old enough to do that...but then I'd be left with the kids. So no real benefits.

Well, the day dawned all sunny and bright, perfect weather for going to the beach and swimming or whatever. I got up in a foul mood however, and basically behaved badly all morning until my father told me to grow up, and that I'd better not ruin the next two weeks and other things like that. So I just sulked, until at around 11 AM my sister announced a car was pulling up outside. After a period of door slamming and muffled shouts, the two families greeted each other on the doorstep. I was called downstairs to be introduced by my father who looked at me as if to say, "There'd better be no trouble from YOU, or else," before my mother introduced me.

After shaking hands with Mary's husband (who's name I STILL can't remember) and kissing 'Aunt' Mary on the cheek (we had to call her Aunt even though she wasn't really), I was introduced to Vicky. She was about my height and age. She had shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes... I thought her very pretty. I barely noticed 5 year old Matthew, but then he wasn't interested in me, and my sister dragged him upstairs to show him where the toys were. I had just said, "Hi," when something my mother said got my attention.

"...and David, you will do what Vicky tells you, OK? Don't argue, and make sure you help her with the younger kids." I sort of stood there in shock for a second, for a second I thought, "YES!" but then I realized I wasn't in charge! It's kinda silly now, but to me at 14 it seemed so important, and doubly so once I'd convinced myself I wasn't going to wash up after dinner. Now this...this GIRL was in charge. I tried to argue, but that made things worse; and I'd pushed my luck earlier, so I dropped the whole matter, especially when my father looked as if he was going to say something.

That first day seemed horrendous. I was fetching and carrying for her and she found a hundred and one things that I had to do or my father would ask me, "Why don't you just do as you are told?" and reach for a belt or something...not that he ever had to use it. The sleeping arrangements were as bad. Mary and her husband took over my room and I HATED that (I'm a person who needs privacy now and then). All of us were crammed into my sister's room. The younger kids went to bed at 6 PM. I went at 9 PM. I found out that because of the 2 or 3 months that Vicky was older by she got an extra hour to stay up (which again seemed extremely unfair to me). I went to sleep that night in an appallingly foul mood. I started the next day with one also, because Vicky told me to make the beds and tidy my sister's room when we got up. She had to handle the 2 other kids though, so maybe that wasn't the worst end of the deal.

That day we all went out to a local castle/stately-home and wandered around gawping at the battlements and such, and it was late when we got home. So we all went to bed. Next morning, the younger kids woke up at 5 AM as per usual. The adults didn't usually get up until midday; so to avoid waking them Vicky decided our siblings had to go downstairs and play. She then said I had to stay upstairs; so I assumed I was making up the beds again.

I turned toward the beds and started to make them when the door closed...and jumped when Vicky said "Stop that for aminute...I want you to do something for me."

I turned round and in the dim light I saw her move from the door towards me.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. I honestly can not remember what she said. I can remember looking at her in the dim light (the curtains were still closed) and as I write this I can see her taking off her pink nightie. She looked gorgeous standing there. I looked down her nice breasts and tummy to between her legs, and saw her pussy slit. Her legs were perfectly formed (not that I noticed much of them). I remember she said "Get undressed" but I was in a trance, so she said it slightly louder, and added the words, "Or I'll scream."

I then disrobed so quickly I tore two buttons of my pyjamatop and ripped a hole in the bottom half. Which I proceeded to almost fall over, because my foot got stuck in the hole.

Vicky giggled and then I did too. We stood for a short time, looking at each other and for some reason we didn't feel embarrassed (which puzzles me to this day). She moved again and pulled me over to the bed, which she got into, and was soon followed by me. You'll have to forgive me for this next part of the story. It may appear a bit jumbled as I write it down. I remember her explaining she wanted to try something, she said something else which I don't recall; as she was stroking my cock gently at the time. She said I could touch her so I started to stroke her pussy gently with my fingers.

At this stage she was on her right side facing me, and using her left hand to feel my cock and balls. I was using my right hand to stroke her pussy; we were both getting hot. Our breathing was getting faster. She said after a while (two or three minutes? It could have been longer) that she'd read about something else that was even better. Now I'd recently had sort of preliminary sex education at school. So I had a fair idea of what she was getting at. She lay on her back and opened her legs as far as the bedcovers would allow her (it was only a single bed) and I got on top of her and started rubbing my cock up and down along her pussy slit. That first contact was so good. Even though it wasn't full sex it felt a million times better than just feeling each other. After a while we were both very aroused.

It was then Vicky spoke again: "I want you to put it in and fuck me."

Now was this a fantasy, I would say we spent all morning screwing; only getting dressed just before our parents got up. Or that we did it all morning until caught when our families all joined in. What actually happened is this, as near as I can remember the conversation.

Vicky: "Do it. Don't you like it?"

Me: "Yes but...."

Vicky: "Don't you like...ME? I thought...you liked me. I thought you'd want to."

Me: "No I want to!...I like you! But what if you...got...pregnant? And it hurts first time, doesn't it?" (I carried on rubbing my cock on her pussy while we talked and while she thought)

Vicky: "Well...ooh!...maybe we'd better not then" (sounding very breathless and a little bit disappointed)

Me: "Well, maybe I can't get you pregnant yet. I suppose we...ah!...we could..."

Vicky: "No I...don't...oh! oh! OH!"

Me: "OOOH! VICKY!" (Whole thing becomes pointless here, because we managed to cum together) Now THAT, I DO remember. I have never experienced a feeling that good before or since. It wasn't merely good. Good doesn't come close to describing it. I covered her in sperm.

We lay like that for another 10 or 15 minutes before Vicky nudged me: "Wow, thank you! That was cool...I bet sex can't be any better." Whether she actually said "cool" I can't remember, but the second part I can remember clearly. I was still too stunned to speak. I mean I'd masturbated from as early as I could remember, but it never ever felt as good as that! I remember wondering if I could live through that more than once. Well, once a day maybe. Not that I'd be able to say no, if Vicky asked me to do it again. I looked at her face and she asked me if I wanted to try something else she'd read about. I was ready again before she could finish. She felt my cock get hard against her, and grinned. Then she turned on to her front. I was totally baffled by this, and asked her what she wanted me to do.

She said something like: "This can't possibly get me pregnant. Stick it in my butt." I was disgusted at first, but she talked me into it very quickly, so we started. She tried to hold her butt cheeks apart and I tried to get my cock inside her. It took a few attempts, but when I got the head in and pushed, she let go her buttcheeks and I started thrusting quickly. The covers started to fall off the bed, although we were still covered mostly. I looked down though and could see enough now to guess Vicky was rubbing her pussy while we did it. We both came again very quickly...not as good as that first one though.

We didn't have time to do anything else as just then the bedroom door opened and my mother came in. We both looked at her in shock. I thought we were going to die as soon as we got out of that bed...but for some reason she just stood there for a minute or two, then turned around and called for my sister as if nothing was wrong...Vicky and I broke the world record for getting out of a bed and being fully clothed. We came down nervously later for breakfast; expecting the worst. I had gallantly decided to say it was "all my fault" when the arguments and screaming started, and even that I had forced Vicky. Afterall we'd both enjoyed it, and I figured I'd never pay off the debt she'd put me in, by making me feel that good. I never did find out for sure if my mother saw us, but I reckon she did. She and my father were the last ones down for breakfast that day...which was unusual. They were both a bit flushed looking, and Mary and her husband exchanged looks and grins, but didn't comment. My mother looked at me oddly once, and by the evening both Vicky and I were getting amused looks from all four adults. No-one ever mentioned it to me though, and that's how this story ends. How 'bout that?