Amazonians and Swallows Chapter 12

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.

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Introduction

This story is designed to fit into events in the books of Arthur Ransome's Swallows and Amazons series.

Chapter 7.1 - More Than Blood Brothers

Summary

This story takes place at the end of the summer holidays following the last story. The Swallows are now in East Anglia, hoping to map a tidal lagoon with their father, who is on leave from the Navy. Unfortunately, he is called back to work, but not to sea. The Swallows are left to their own devices, with just a dinghy called Wizard to sail in. They had seen some teens sailing their own dinghies just after the Swallows themselves had been told there would be no sailing. Spirits are revived when the charting expedition is back on, only with just the Swallows doing it.

Story (m/m)

14-year-old Roger Walker woke up in the morning and thought, as he often did at that time of day, about having a wank. This time, however, he decided not to. Earlier in the summer holidays had been brilliant. Once they had got up onto the fells, he had got to have sex with his 15-year-old almost boyfriend Dick Callum pretty much every day. After the fell fire, and when they had been back on Wild Cat Island it had been even better. He still remembered the last night before they had set off for East Anglia, when Dick had given him such a comprehensive buggering that he had been walking funny the next day - enough for his mother to ask if he had injured himself. That was then, though. Now he was with his siblings on an island in the muddy (at least at low tide) tidal lagoon.

He had not seen the boys in the boats closely enough to see if they were hot. Unlike Dick, he didn't get much sex when they weren't together. Dick didn't gloat as such, but he did describe some encounters he'd had at school, and Roger thought that there had been more. When they were together though, that was different. It would not be a problem for Dick if Roger managed to get sex from someone else he encountered.

Stretching, he decided to get up. His 16-year-old sister Susan was already preparing breakfast. He wolfed down his breakfast as normal, in time for his 17-year-old brother John to announce the plans for the day. The surveying of the island went well, but something even better happened in the late morning, when they ran into a 14-year-old boy called Don - 'short for Mastodon' according to 15-year-old Titty Walker due to the tracks his splatcher mud-shoes made - who used the hulk of an old boat called Speedy as somewhere to meet his friends who sailed in the Lapwing. Don and the Lapwings called themselves the Eels as a group, after the creatures that lived in the mud of the lagoon.

Don had spent the rest of the day with them, a day made better (for Titty at least) by the unexpected arrival of the Amazons. Titty was happiest of all of them as 17-year-old Nancy Blackett (one of the two Amazon pirates) was her girlfriend. John would not be unhappy either as Nancy's 16-year-old sister Peggy was his girlfriend. The next day was also a good day. They met up was Don again, and, in return for lunch the previous day at the camp, had agreed to go to Speedy for the evening meal. This had also (after an accident with a bramble thorn) ended up with the Swallows and Amazons becoming blood brothers with Don, and honorary members of the Eels.

Plans were, however, disrupted by the other Eels not wanting the newcomers on what they saw was their territory, Don being told to 'fend them off'. John, Nancy, Titty and Roger had given Don a lift back to Speedy in Wizard, and were sat, rather glumly, around Speedy's small table. There was not much room, and Roger found himself squashed up next to Don. Titty was on his other side with John and Nancy opposite. As they sat there, Roger could feel Don't leg rubbing against his own. Whilst they were squashed, there was plenty of room for each of the teens to put their legs down without touching anyone else’s.

Just to see what happened, Roger decided to respond, and rubbed back. He himself was getting hard, as Don was not a bad looking boy. When Don took a piece of paper out of his pocket then, when that was on the table, put his hand back under the table and onto Roger's knee, he felt confident that he was going to be on to a good thing. The meeting ended with them deciding not to come over to Speedy for supper. John and Nancy wanted to make a quick return to their camp.

"Can I stay for a bit, I may be able to change his mind," Roger pleaded to his older brother.

"I'm not sure Roger, I think he wants us to go," John replied.

Roger sighed.

"Don, I think I have a solution, but I want you to hear it first," he called out.

"Well," said Don, carefully, "if you don't spend too long. They may arrive later."

"How will you get back?" John asked.

"It shouldn't be too bad if I row him over to your camp," Don said.

"Just so long as he isn't too late," John said. "Come on the rest of you."

Nancy, John and Titty got into Wizard to row back to their camp. The dinghy got smaller as it bobbed away over the water.

"So, what is this solution?" asked Don, as they went back into the cabin.

Roger was not entirely sure how to raise the subject.

"Well," he began, "when we were sitting here earlier you seemed to be getting close to me."

"Oh," replied Don, "that was just because...um...there was not much room where we were sitting."

"You didn't seem to be sitting very close to Titty."

Don didn't seem to be able to answer this. It was Roger that broke the silence.

"What is it you really want? You may find I understand."

Don paused, sighed, then began his explanation.

"I've known the other Eels for an age. They have been coming here on holiday a couple of times a year. Since I've got older, things have changed between us. Daisy, the youngest, and the only girl, has got interested in me, but I could only ever think of...other people."

Roger hardened again as he thought of Don tossing himself off, possibly thinking of other boys.

"Things came to a head this Easter," Don continued. "It was Daisy's birthday and there was only one thing she wanted as a present. She wanted to lose her virginity to me. I said yes, thinking that if I did that, I would prefer her to...the other people. The trouble is, afterwards I was more convinced than ever that I didn't like girls....Oh."

Don realised what he had said and looked away.

"I prefer boys too," said Roger, quickly.

"Really?" asked Don, in surprise.

"Really," said Roger.

"Wow, I thought it was just me. When I saw you, I thought I could use this holiday before the Eels turned up to get with you or your brother. Daisy's brothers would never say yes."

"No chance with John. Certainly not now his girlfriend is here. They'll be at it every night. Why do you think I came back though?"

Don looked shocked, then quizzical. Roger just nodded, but also noticed the tent growing in Don's grey trousers.

After a couple of seconds when Don made no further move, Roger boldly stepped forward and slid his hand over Don's crotch, feeling the hardness within. This time, Don did reciprocate, slowly stretching his own hand to Roger and rubbing the boy's erection through his clothes.

"Have you done anything with another boy before?" Don asked.

Roger thought back to all the fucking he'd taken from Dick.

"Yes," he said. "Do you want to do something with me?"

The sandy-haired boy nodded.

"I'm not sure what I am doing though."

This put Roger in the unusual position of being in charge. It was usually the much more experienced Dick who was in control and knew what he was doing. Now it seemed that Roger would be taking charge of Don's first experience with another boy.

"Let's take things slow and just get undressed shall we," Roger suggested, at which Don nodded.

Roger stepped forward and began to undo the buttons on the other boy's shirt. Don was slightly taller and a bit more slenderly built than Roger was. Once the taller boy saw what Roger was doing, he made to undo his trousers, but Roger stopped him, moving his hands so that Don was undoing Roger's shirt. There was an electric touch as Roger touched Don's skin for the first time as he pulled the shirt off the taller boy. Don gasped at the contact, and stopped what he was doing, leaving it up to Roger to remove his own shirt. The shorter boy wanted to speed things up but had to go at a pace that was right for Don.

"Is this OK?" Roger asked.

"Yes," replied Don. "Oh, yes!"

"Good, because I can't wait to get you naked."

"Come on then."

Don darted back out of Roger's reach and, with a quick motion, undid his trousers which fell to the floor leaving the boy naked.

"Wow," said Roger, noticing that Don had not been wearing underwear, letting his six-and-a-half-inch cock spring free, bouncing above the boy's light brown pubes.

"Are you going to match me?" Don asked.

Roger undid his belt and shorts and dropped them to the floor, with a thud as the buckle hit the deck. Next, he inserted his thumbs into the side of his underwear, which was bulging with his erection, and pushed down. With a bit of a wriggle, the underpants joined the pile of clothes on the deck. Once naked, he stepped forward, putting his hand on Don's erection. Don, slightly more slowly, put his hand on Roger's hard cock.

"That feels good," Don said. "Like mine, but different. Same with your hand."

They stood like that for a short while, just gently playing with each other’s hard-ons.

"Can we kiss?" Don asked.

In reply, Roger just moved closer and turned his face up towards Don's. The taller boy turned his down and their lips met. That was all it was to start with, but slowly their lips parted, and the tips of their tongues danced together just as their erections were down below. From the gentle contact to a full-on snog did not take very long and soon they were desperately clamped onto each other's faces. Don's spare hand was on Roger's back whilst Roger's was down at Don's arse.

As Roger's finger began to explore Don's arse crack, the taller boy broke the kiss.

"I'm not sure how far I want to go," he said.

"OK," replied Roger. "Do you know what you do want to do?"

"I do keep thinking about sucking another boy's dick."

Roger's cock pulsed at the mention of his lover's name.

"I love that," he replied. "If we lie on the rug, I can suck you at the same time."

"Come on then," urged Don.

They lay down opposite each other, head to groin. This time Don was not slow. He quickly took Roger's cock in his mouth. Roger, being more used to Dick's greater size, took things more slowly, playing his tongue round Don's cockhead and teasing the boy's piss slit before moving down to engulf Don's six-and-a-half inches. Whilst he couldn't quite take all of Dick's length, the practice he had got helped him take all of Don into his mouth. Don, on the other hand, had gone a bit fast and was still dealing with his gag reflex, but was manfully carrying on.

Neither boy could speak, so the only sound was the slobbering of the two 14-year-olds sucking at each other's cocks. Roger was playing was Don's balls and perineum, as Don concentrated on sucking the brown-haired lad. The only sensations each boy paid attention too were the contact the other was making and the feeling of the rug on the sides of their bodies.

Both of them were extremely turned on, Roger because he hadn't had a wank in a few days, Don because he was finally getting to go things with a willing boy - and more than that, the boy was reciprocating his actions. He began to moan around Roger's cock as the feelings of pleasure built deep within him. This was not going to take long for him, and he didn't even think to warn Roger as he reached his climax and filled the brown-haired boy's mouth with spunk. There was also not much time for him to think as Roger's cock throbbed almost in unison with his own, and he tasted another boy's seed in his mouth for the first time.

Sated, they rolled away from each other and just lay on the rug.

"That was amazing," said Don, eventually.

"Your cock is gorgeous," said Roger. "I was able to suck all of it. The other cock I suck is huge and I can't fit it all in."

"You suck someone else?"

"Yes, but only when we are on holiday together. He fucks me as well. God, that feels good."

"I'm not sure about fucking. Perhaps one day."

There was a tinkle from Don's watch.

"Is that the time," he said. "I'd better get you back to your siblings. Don't worry about the Lapwings. I don't want to miss out on more than this, so I'll get them to be friendly. Sharing cum is so much more intimate than the blood thing."

They dressed, and made their way to Don's boat, which the sandy haired lad rowed back to the closet landing point to the Swallows and Amazons camp.

"See you soon," were Don's last words as Roger disembarked.

Chapter 7.2 - Aground

Summary

The Swallows and Amazons have a day of exploring on their own, before three rockets in the evening indicate that the Eels had arrived and set up camp. Th next day, the surveying continues, with Titty left on guard at the camp, and to fill in the fair copy of the map. Whilst she is distracted, the totem that Don had put in the camp is taken. The expedition sets off and succeeds in retrieving it whilst making peace with the Eels. After tea aboard Lapwing with the Eels parents, they set off back to their camp. The next day is planned for exploring.

Story (f/f, m/f mentioned)

In the morning, the party made their way to Speedy to join the Mastodon and the Eels as they could not set off to explore the area they wanted to until the tide was in the correct condition. The morning was spent in the camp, with John and Roger having a go on Don's splatcher mud shoes. Both fell in the mud and had to change, but decided to stay in their bathing things, the same as the Eels were wearing. Roger was catching glances from Don in his tight bathing things, but his eyes were themselves drawn to the 15- and 16-year-old brothers - so alike as to almost be twins - Dee and Dum.

As the tide began to rise, the divided themselves into several boats. The Eels dinghies could take two and, with their shallower draft, could get to more places. They set off together, all the boats tied as a raft to start off with. Once the wind began to blow, they untied themselves so each boat could sail independently.

17-year-old Nancy had, very quickly chosen to go with 14-year-old Daisy as, as far as possible, they had spilt the group so that they mixed themselves up.

Once they were independently sailing, the girls got to know each other - talk was of school subjects, their lives and soon enough eventually Daisy brought it round to boys. She admitted that she had lost her virginity with Don in the Easter holidays. It hadn't quite been pressuring the boy, but it took quite a bit of persuasion. She didn't think that Don had got as much out of it as she had. For Nancy's part, she said that she had had sex with John once, but he was now with Peggy. With a gulp, Nancy admitted to Daisy that she was going out with Titty.

"So do you like boys and girls then?" Daisy asked.

"No, I like girls. John was a one off." Nancy replied.

"I've...well, I've sometimes wondered what it would be like with a girl."

Nancy cast a glance of a different kind at the younger girl, who was sat opposite her in her bathing suit, her breasts pert in the tight fabric.

Whilst they were investigating an inlet, they felt the hull of the boat catch, then stop moving.

"We're aground," said Nancy.

"I'll get out and try to move us off," said Daisy, who, being in her bathing suit was ready to get into the water.

The younger girl slipped over the side and tried to push the dinghy along, but it would not move.

"I think we are fast. We'll need to wait for the tide to rise a bit more."

She got back into the boat, what water there was washing the mud from her lower legs.

"How long do we have?" Nancy asked.

"I think about thirty minutes."

"We'd better do something about getting the sail down," said Nancy. "We don't want to break the mast."

Daisy jumped to the sheets from where she had been towelling her legs off and began to lower the sail. Nancy thought she did not do it particularly well, with the boom on one thwart and the sail over them like a tent. She almost had to kneel in Nancy's lap to do it, and the older girl just wanted to reach out and touch the lithe body in front of her.

"That was a bit of a mess," said Nancy.

"We'll be off soon - no need to tie everything down," said Daisy. "There are, well, other advantages as well."

"Such as."

"Well, no one can see us for one. If we lay down, we could be hiding out in unexplored lands."

She lay in the bottom of the boat and indicated Nancy should join her.

Hoping that this was going to go the way it seemed to be, Nancy did.

They were so close in the bottom of the boat, faces almost touching each other. It was almost as if each was waiting for the other to say or do something. It was Daisy who broke the awkward silence.

"Can I... can I touch you?" she asked.

'It would be nice to have a three-way with Titty and her whilst we are here' Nancy thought.

"Only if I can you," the older girl said.

"I guess that is fair," Daisy said, more boldly than she felt.

Nancy moved her hand to undo her shorts to give Daisy access. As she struggled with her belt, she could feel the back of her hand rubbing against the younger girl’s stomach, the dampness still in Daisy's swimwear where she had been in the water trying to free the dinghy. She could feel Daisy flinching at the touch. After a moment, she had the belt undone and the shorts unbuttoned and waited for Daisy to begin her exploration. Surprisingly, the next movement was the younger girl struggling out of her swimsuit.

"You'll not be able to get to me whilst I'm wearing that," she said, by way of explanation.

The arms were easy, but then Nancy's eyes were drawn to Daisy's tits bouncing as the younger girl wriggled as she pulled her swimming costume down. As more of Daisy's lithe body was revealed, Nancy glanced down and caught a glimpse of the younger girl's bush between her legs. Once Daisy had pulled her swimming costume down so it hung from her thighs, Nancy couldn't help herself, and reached out to rub the younger girl's clit. The younger girl gasped as Nancy made contact. Daisy had been reaching out towards Nancy but stopped as Nancy's fingers danced round her clit.

Nancy took Daisy's hand and guided it into her knickers. The older girl was already damp from watch Daisy stripping off. The younger girl found more to be surprised about when she felt Nancy's shaved snatch under her fingers.

"Feels good doesn't it," Nancy said.

"It feels like mine, but different."

"Well, I have shaved it. Titty and I were with a friend who shaved herself, and we both loved it. You should pinch one of your brothers' razors and try."

All this time, Nancy had been playing with Daisy. On her fingers she could feel the younger girl moistening, whilst her cunt could feel Daisy copying Nancy's movements. The girl was a natural though. Any girl would be. Once they got past the shock of touching another girl's fanny, they instinctively knew what do and where.

Nancy extended finger and gently pushed it past Daisy's lips, even as her thumb and another finger were stimulating the younger girl's love button. Nancy looked down and could see her underwear being stretched as Daisy crooked her finger then slid it inside Nancy. Both of them were moaning gently now with the mutual stimulation. They knew they had to be quiet, exposed as they were in the middle of the water, it was not too far to the islands on either side.

It was not long before Nancy slipped a second finger into Daisy's appreciative twat. Daisy was not slow in reciprocating with Nancy. Their movements were getting faster even as their breathing got shorter. Both of them kept up their play with the other girl's clit even as their fingers desperately slid in and out of the other's snatch.

'For a first timer,' Nancy thought, even as her orgasm was building, 'she's good at this.'

Daisy couldn't think of anything but the pleasure that Nancy's hand was bringing her, and the enjoyment she was getting from doing the same thing for the older girl. Her pussy was tingling, and waves of delight were spreading through her body.

"Yes. Oh fuck. Yes. Fuck yes!" she breathed as orgasm overcame her. She hardly noticed Nancy's pussy tightening around her fingers as the older girl climaxed at the same time.

The smell of sex permeated under the canvass where the two girls lay, coming down from their orgasmic highs. Suddenly, the dinghy moved slightly, then a bit more.

"The tide!" said Nancy, coming to her senses.

Daisy scrambled to pull her swimsuit back on. As soon as both girls were decent, they hurried to put up the sail to go and meet the others.

"How was it," Titty asked when they all met up again.

"It was good," said Nancy, smiling. "I think you'll get on with Daisy very well."