Amazonians and Swallows Chapter 1

Amazonians and Swallows

By Aaron Ramsey

Note & Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction based on Arthur Ransome's Swallows and Amazons series. All rights in the characters remain the property of their respective owners. The characters in this story have been modified from the originals in various ways.

This story is for entertainment only and does not reflect reality. There may be behaviours depicted here which would not be recommended in real life.

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Introduction

This story is designed to fit into events in the books of Arthur Ransome's Swallows and Amazons series. Each chapter will contain a brief summary of the story since the last chapter to let readers get their bearings.

Chapter 1.1 First Night on the Island

Summary

15-year-old John Walker is on a summer holiday in the Lake District with his mother and his siblings - 14-year-old sister Susan, 13-year-old sister Titty, and 12-year-old brother Roger. Their father is away from home in the Navy, commanding a destroyer based in Singapore. In their last letters to their father, all four requested permission to go sailing on the lake along with camping on one of the islands in the lake. In a telegram received not long after arriving in the Lakes, permission was given so long as they were not 'duffers'.

Once permission had been received for all four to go sailing, preparations began in earnest for the sailing and camping. Soon the day came when John, Susan, Titty and Roger set sail in the dinghy Swallow, followed by their mother and the owner of the farm where they were staying in the farm's rowing boat with much of the camping equipment.

Story (m mast)

Once mother and Mr Jackson had left in the rowing boat and they had put all the stores near the doors of their two tents, John lit the big oil lamp that provided additional light by the campfire and got the candle lanterns ready nearby for when they headed to bed. There was some chat between him and his sisters and brother during which time John and Susan put the candle lanterns safely on tins between the hay bags that were to serve as mattresses. The lanterns were carefully positioned to give no risk of fire to either the canvass of the tents or the hay bags and blankets that formed the beds.

Titty and Roger were the first to go to bed whilst John and Susan made sure the fire was safe before following their younger siblings to the sleeping tents. John entered the tent he was sharing with Roger, who was already under the blankets on his hay bag, then blew out the candle lantern before getting comfortable on his own bag. He wanted to stay awake if he could as there was not much room in the Jackson's farm, and he had had to share a room with all three of his siblings since they had arrived and he had not been able to do that which all teenage boys want to do and he was getting frustrated with the lack of release.

John was waiting for Roger to fall asleep so he could jerk off in peace, and it was not long before the younger boy's regular breathing indicated that he was sleeping. A glance over at his brother showed John that Roger's eyes were closed. Throwing back the blanket, John took off his shirt, then unbuttoned and pulled down his trousers and underwear exposing his engorged six-inch cock. The sound of an owl hooting close by made him jump for a second, but he was soon down to business.

The noise of the owl had also wakened Roger, who was not yet sleeping deeply. The waxing moon was low and bright, and the currently still clean white canvass did not reduce the brightness by much. Whilst by no means like daylight, when Roger opened his sleep-adjusted eyes he could see in detail, if only in black and white, what was happening on the other side of the tent.

At the sight of his older brother's hard, six-inch cock with his hand wrapped round it, Roger's own four inches sprang to immediate hardness, and he slowly slipped his hand inside his pyjama trousers and through the smattering of pubic hair he had already grown to grasp it. He did not want to disturb what his brother was doing, so made his moves as slow and silent as possible.

John, for his part, was so engrossed in his fantasy and masturbation that he was never going to notice that his younger brother was awake. His head was full of thoughts of Sally, the 16-year-old daughter of the housemaster at school. John's room at his boarding school was at the end of the block closest to the housemaster's accommodation and overlooked his garden. This may have been suitable in the past, but not when the housemaster in question had a good-looking blonde daughter around the same age as the boys in his care. John and his roommate were deemed to have the best room in the house, despite it being closest to the housemaster's access. The recent summer term had been particularly good with the fine weather meaning that Sally had been out in the garden early in the morning and often in the evening as well when John had returned to the room after cricket. The fantasies of John (and most of his housemates) were filled with Sally when they went to single toilet in the house that was not in a shared bathroom. This toilet was set aside by common consent for 'personal activities', which all in the house understood to be jerking off.

Having not seen Sally for nearly a month, John relied on his memory of their last encounter at the housemaster’s garden party just before he had caught the train home. At that occasion, Sally had been wearing a tight white blouse which left little to the imagination, her perky breasts not needing lift from a bra. John's hand was flying up and down his cock as he imagined what he would do with Sally, slowly removing her blouse and running his hand over her perfect body, then down, undoing her skirt, pushing aside her knickers then plunging his cock into her warm, moist snatch.

Roger could hear the murmurs his brother was making under his breath. There was lots of "Ooh, Sally," and "Let me touch you," which turned, as John kept up his masturbation, into "Oh yes," and "You feel so good." Keeping his eyes half-closed and breathing regular, so that John would not notice if he should turn to see, Roger very slowly imitated his brother's movements, running his hand up and down his own four-inch cock.

John's hand was moving faster and faster on his cock, desperate for release after two weeks of not being able to find time and space to jerk off. His mind wholly focussed on Sally and his fantasy of sleeping with her, his hand flying, he brought himself to blessed relief.

"Nggh, ngghh, aaaahh!" he grunted and moaned as nine powerful shots of cum left his cock. One hit his own chin, another his shoulder, but most were spattered across his upper torso. The power of his orgasm, and the direction of his cock when he came caused the first shot to fly across the gap and hit his brother on the cheek. John did not notice, but Roger certainly did. As John pulled out a sock he had secreted under his pillow, Roger turned in his 'sleep' away from his brother and brought his hand up to wipe his cheek. John glanced over to look, but Roger's continued regular breathing suggested to his older brother that he was still asleep.

Moving his hand close to his mouth, Roger surreptitiously cleaned his hand by licking the cum off. He thought it had an interesting taste, part salty, part sweet, and he was disappointed when he had cleaned it all off. He fell asleep again, thinking on what he had seen.

Waking in the morning, Roger found the camp quiet. There was a note tied to the tent door with his name on. Opening it he saw his brother's handwriting.

"Morning sleepyhead. Your sisters and I have gone to collect milk."

Poking his head out of the tent, he could tell no-one else was around. As his thoughts turned back to what he had seen last night, his cock swelled in his pyjamas. Lying back down on his hay bag, he unbuttoned the jacket and pulled down the trousers. Wrapping his hand around his shaft, he began to rub up and down. If he was honest with himself, he didn't know what he was trying to achieve. Certainly, John had seemed to enjoy what he was doing last night. As he recalled the previous night, his cock seemed to get harder, and his rubbing got faster. Unfamiliar thoughts came into his head - firstly that he wished that he had been the one to do to his brother what his brother had been doing himself the previous night, then, thinking back, that some of his classmates at school were actually quite good looking and that he wouldn't mind touching them.

As he masturbated himself, Roger began to understand why his brother did it. The feeling growing within him was not something he had the words to describe. It grew more and more intense in his groin, almost painful. He stopped, suddenly and the feeling subsided. Deciding to begin again as he was still hard, Roger was soon back at the same place. Was he going to break himself somehow? Steeling himself, he told himself that this time he would keep going, no matter what happened. He resumed his jerking, still thinking about his brother's hard cock. The sensation came again, and he kept going. Suddenly, his cock pulsed as it shot five blobs of cum onto his lower chest and stomach and a wave of intense pleasure coursed through his body from his groin.

Roger lifted his hand to his mouth to taste the cum he had just shot. It had a similar, but sweeter taste to that which he had tasted from his brother the previous evening. He didn't want to move, allowing the relaxation from his orgasm to rule his body. The whistle from a steamer on the lake brought him back to earth as he realised that he would need to be up and ready when his siblings returned. Moving from his hay bag, he reached under John's pillow where, under his brother's folded pyjamas, he found the sock that John had used last night. Extracting it, he found that it was not as soft as he expected. Not worrying about this at the moment, Roger used the sock to clean himself up and, after restoring the sock to its place under John's pillow and got dressed. It was only just in time as he heard his siblings returning up the path from the landing beach.

Leaving the tent, he was able to join brother and sisters for breakfast at the campfire.

Chapter 1.2 - Titty Keeps Watch

Summary

John Walker and younger sisters and brother are camping on an island on a lake in the Lake District. Since arriving on the island, they have fallen in with two local girls who call themselves pirates - 15-year-old Ruth Blackett (known as Nancy, as pirates are well known to be ruthless) and her 14-year-old sister Margaret (known as Peggy). The Blackett sisters are sailing their own boat, the Amazon and are waging a campaign against their uncle Jim Turner due to his reclusiveness this summer whilst writing a book. Between the two families, they are also involved in a private competition to see who can capture the other boat.

For various reasons, neither the Walkers nor Blacketts have been able to make progress in the competition, and it is now the day before the Blacketts will be coming to camp on the island. John has thought that the best plan would be to cut out Amazon from her boathouse in the night. In order to do this, someone will need to stay behind on the island to light the lantern on the lighthouse tree and smaller lamps on the two leading marks that show the direct path into the natural harbour. Titty volunteers to do this, so that Susan and Roger can help John with the two boats they hope to be in possession of by the morning.

The three siblings sail off, leaving Titty alone on the island. An imaginative girl, she thinks herself into a story of shipwreck on a desert island, until disturbed by her mother coming to visit the camp on the island.

Story (f/f inc)

Titty pushed the Holly Howe rowing boat off the shingle of the landing place and watched her mother row away over the lake. She was now in charge, not only of the island, but also of her sibling's safe return by lighting the lamps on the leading marks. During the evening, she read her well-thumbed copy of Robinson Crusoe and, as the light began to fade from the sky, made preparations for the evening, firstly by hanging a lamp on the higher of the leading marks, then lighting the big oil lantern and hoisting it up the lighthouse tree. As the night was warm, she banked the fire in clods of earth to preserve it hot for the morning - she herself would be warm enough in the summer night.

As the light faded further, she found that she couldn't read her book, so decided to light the other candle lantern. It was difficult to read in the dancing light from the candle, and Titty realised that there was not much candle left, and she would need it later for when her siblings returned. Not wanting to lie on her hay bag for fear of going to sleep, she took her blankets out of the tent and wrapped herself in one and using the other as a cloak and hood. She propped herself against one of the logs they used for sitting by the fire. She mustn't go to sleep. She mustn't go to sleep.

The next thing she knew she was wakened by the wind in her face. Was that all though.

"Tu whooo." The owl call came again, and Titty realised what had brought her to consciousness. In the quiet of the night, she heard the creak of a boom swinging over as a boat went about. The owl call, a boom creaking - her siblings must be back. Groping at her feet, she found her torch and the box of matches she had ready. In the light of the full moon, she made her way quickly to the harbour and lit the light she had prepared, and the other she had brought with her from the campsite. Both were on the nails by the marks. Suddenly an owl swooped low over her head. Was this what she had heard?

From the lake there was the rattle of a sail coming down and, in the moonlight, Titty could see a boat the size of Swallow making its way in towards the harbour. The voice she heard was Nancy's not John's though. Had she just gifted victory to the Amazons. Carrying their own lantern, Nancy and Peggy passed so close to Titty she could have touched them, but instead of that she followed their voices and bobbing light up the path to the camp, where they expected to find the Swallows.

"They aren't here now," Nancy said to Peggy, "they must have lit the lights before they left. Let's head up to the lookout and keep watch for them coming back."

The two girls head up to the clearing where the lighthouse tree stood, Titty following behind them. The Amazons settled down on a fallen log to keep watch. When they had settled, Titty heard Nancy speaking to Peggy in a tone she did not associate with the confident leader of the Amazons. It was questioning...uncertain.

"It is really our first night here this summer," Nancy began, "do you...do you want your present?"

"Are you sure you want to?" Peggy responded. "Every first night here. It's nice, but I'm not sure why you do it. I wouldn't want to for you."

"I know, but it's who I am," Nancy said, somewhat sadly to Titty's ears.

"OK then," Peggy replied.

From her position, Titty saw Peggy pull her trousers down round her ankles and sit back on the log, her legs spread. Titty caught a glimpse of the dark inverted triangle of Peggy's pubic hair, contrasting with the whiteness of her legs, before Nancy knelt in front of her sister and lowered her face into Peggy's crotch.

"Oh yeah," Titty heard Peggy moan as Nancy made contact. She could guess what was going on, and also wanted it to be her snatch that Nancy was stimulating. She could feel her own pussy moistening as she watched the two sisters in front of her. She could make out Nancy's bare lower arms rubbing up and down Peggy's thighs as her head bobbed between Peggy's legs.

Although Titty could not see this, Nancy's practiced tongue was making the most of Peggy's clit - darting all over it and occasionally making forays down between the lips of Peggy's pussy to lick out the juices being produced. Peggy was not much of a gusher and most of Nancy's activity was focussed on her clit. By mutual agreement, Nancy could lick but not touch her sister. Titty wanted to touch herself as she watched the scene in front of her - the two sisters in the silvery moonlight, the elder’s tongue busy in the younger's cunt.

"Mmm, don't stop!" Peggy breathed to Nancy as a particularly strong wave of pleasure hit. Titty could see Peggy starting to arch her back in pleasure as her sister's tongue worked its magic on her clit.

Trying to keep her heavy breathing quiet, not that Nancy or Peggy would notice, Titty realised she could win for the Swallows. Tearing her eyes away from the moonlit scene, she quicky returned to the harbour and, using the leading marks, sculled Amazon out into the dark waters of the lake. Passing close to another island, she heard two men arguing then once she was far enough out from both, she dropped the anchor.

Although in the middle of the lake, she now had privacy, and what she had seen earlier came flooding back to her. As the memories came, so her cunt began to moisten again. Pulling her trousers and knickers down to her ankles, she began to rub her clit with her right hand. The sight of Peggy's crotch, Nancy going down on her sister, the pleasure that Peggy was clearly getting from having her muff munched. Having only rubbed herself to orgasm, Titty could only imagine what it was like to have someone lick her down there.

As she rubbed faster, occasionally getting a finger into her cunt, Titty's imagination ranged. At one moment, she was Peggy, getting tongue fucked by her tall confident sister, now she was Nancy, getting to bury her tongue in Peggy's cunt and taste the sweet juices it produced. For the first time she felt like she needed something in her, but what could she use. As one hand continued to pleasure her clit, the other ranged around the boat seeing what it could find. Eventually, she came across a row of wooden belaying pins, one of which was larger and smoother than the others. Grabbing it from its place on the thwart, she reversed it and plunged it deep into her cunt. She didn't notice as the pin split her hymen, so intense was the pleasure from her hand, the entry and her imagination.

She leant back on the seat, back propped against the mast, knees spread, her right hand busy playing with her clit, the left thrusting the belaying pin in and out of her cunt. Never in any of her previous masturbation sessions had she felt anything like this. Both hands working as fast as they could, she gave a grunt of pleasure as her orgasm overcame her, along with a flood of juice from her cunt.

Sated and exhausted, she dropped the belaying pin to the bottom of the boat, hitched up her trousers and went to sleep.