Amazonians and Swallows Chapter 6

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. The story will contain bisexual encounters between teenagers. Please leave if you are not allowed to read this in your location.

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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 3.1 - Happy Holidays

Summary

This story takes place during the winter holidays after the previous story. New characters are introduced here.

Story (m/f inc)

The train chuffed its way along the branch line through the snow-covered hills. 14-year-old Richard Callum, who normally went by his nickname, Dick, looked out of the window, trying to get a glimpse of the lake. His 15-year-old sister Dorothea, known by almost everyone as Dot, was absorbed in a book, as she had been for most of the journey. Thus it was that Dick alone had seen the change in the landscape as they had crossed the country. From nothing but cold weather as they had left home, through light smatterings of snow up to the current deep, white carpet that covered the hills, it was for him alone. They were on their way to stay with Mr and Mrs Dixon on their farm. Mrs Dixon had been Dick and Dot's mother's nurse when she was a child, and they still exchanged letters regularly. It had been Mrs Dixon's idea that Dick and Dot should spend the last week of the winter holidays up in the Lakes, and so it was that the teens have been packed off on the first day that the trains were running after Christmas.

"There it is," Dick said, suddenly. Almost at the same time, the train started to slow as it descended on its way to the terminus.

Dot placed her bookmark between the pages where she had stopped reading, carefully closed the book, and put it away in her backpack. She reached up and retrieved her and her brother's suitcases from the luggage rack. Both teens pulled on their coats as the train continued to slow and, as they clattered over the points outside the station, put hats on their heads covering their black hair, with Dot's pigtails swinging down from beneath her hat. The train stopped, and Dick pulled down the window, leant out, and opened the compartment door.

They stepped out into the cold of the station platform, which had been cleared of snow, and walked to the exit where a ticket collector relieved them of their tickets. After passing through the station building, they found themselves in a small courtyard area out the front. They looked round to see if they recognised anyone but saw no-one they knew.

"Hello, my dears," said a voice from one side of them.

They both turned and saw a woman leading a horse and cart.

"You must be Dorothea and Richard, I'm Mrs Dixon."

They held their hands out politely, and Mrs Dixon shook them.

"Please, call us Dick and Dot," Dot said, "everybody else does."

"As you wish," Mrs Dixon replied. "We'd better get a move on. It may be a short ride to the farm, but we don't want you taking a chill in this cold air."

Dick was the first to scramble into the back of the small cart, and he reached down to first take both the cases, then to give his sister a hand up. Mrs Dixon took her place at the reins, and they set off through the setting sun. Both Dick and Dot were very gland they had wrapped up after the warm train, as it was cold in the still air, and even with hat and gloves they were getting chilled. They were very glad when they turned off the road and up a track to the farm. Dick was warmed up as he had to jump down and back up to open and close a couple of gates on the track.

"Dixon, I'm back," called Mrs Dixon when they had pulled into the farmyard. An older man came out of the back door of the farmhouse.

"Would you put the cart away, there's a dear, I'll just see to the children."

With a nod, Mr Dixon lead the horse and cart to a barn, as Mrs Dixon took Dick and Dot to the house.

"You'll want to be leaving your boots here by the door," she said, "and your ice skates too I'll be bound."

Mrs Dixon took her shoes off, and replaced them with a pair of slippers, whilst Dick and Dot carried on into the house in their socks.

"I'll just put the kettle on, then I'll show you up to your rooms."

She turned the tap and the pipes gurgled to let the water flow into an old, blackened kettle, which Mrs Dixon placed on the range, before asking Dick and Dot to follow her as she led them up the stairs. Turning right at the top of the stairs, there were three doors off a short passage - one to each side and one at the end.

"I thought Dorothea...sorry...Dot would like this one," said Mrs Dixon, opening the door to the left, "and Dick, this one opposite. I had some plain bed linen - I know what boys can be like about flowery."

"Those will be perfect Mrs Dixon. Thank you," Dot said.

"Oh, and don't forget the bathroom at the end. We've plenty of water from the beck, but if you want hot, you'll need to let me know. Even with the range it takes a while to heat. I'll leave you to get settled then."

She bustled off downstairs and Dick and Dot retreated to their rooms to unpack their suitcases and leave their backpacks. Both put their clothes in the wardrobe and chest of drawers that the rooms were furnished with then, extracting their slippers from their cases, headed downstairs just as the kettle began to sing on the range. The tea warmed them through, and the rest of the evening was spent talking to Mr and Mrs Dixon as the candles were lit and dinner was served.

"You'll be wanting a good rest after your journey I suppose," Mrs Dixon said. "There's plenty of blankets in the wardrobes if you're needing them."

"Thank you, Mrs Dixon, I am a bit tired," Dot said, "I think I will head to bed now."

Stifling a yawn, Dick agreed with his sister.

"Good night then," said Mrs Dixon. "Don't be worrying about the morning. Dixon will be up early to milk the cows, so there may be bit of noise in the yard. I'll come and let you know when breakfast is ready."

"Gosh, thanks Mrs Dixon", said Dot, "we'll see you in the morning."

Dick and Dot went upstairs and, after saying goodnight to each other, headed into their own rooms.

Dick slept very well that night, but when he woke in the morning something was odd. He couldn't put his finger on it at first - there was the noise of the geese and cows outside, the bed wasn't his own - then he realised - there was damp round his morning erection. How embarrassing to have a wet dream the first night away.

No. It wasn’t that, the sensation was wrong. Opening his eyes, there was light from the reflected snow in the room. He could see what was happening. There was a figure by his bed, about halfway down. The upper half of the figure was under his duvet and blankets. He pulled the blankets up to reveal his sister knelt beside his bed bent over him. She had got his cock out though the fly of his pyjamas and was giving him a blowjob. This wasn't the first time that something like this had happened. Dick knew that Dot had a reputation on the quiet at school, and she often got desperate over the holidays, and Dick had to oblige. She had a pattern though, and wouldn't normally just start like this.

Feeling the weight of the blankets removed from her, Dot stopped sucking and looked at her brother.

"Shush," she began, "I don't know when Mrs Dixon will be up, so I'll have to be quick. I know you prefer something else, but I need this."

Dick sighed in acceptance and gave Dot a 'carry on' gesture with his hand. At that, Dot pulled the waistband of her brother's pyjamas to sit below his balls, and, rather than kneeling on the floor at the side of the bed, got onto the bed and straddled her brother. As she did, her right hand moved, and her nightdress fell to hang normally where she had been masturbating herself as she sucked her brother's cock.

Even at 14, Dick had a thick, eight-inch penis that his sister thought (though she did not tell him) was one of the best she had been fucked with. As she straddled Dick's legs, Dot was undoing the buttons of his pyjama jacket so that she could run her hands over his chest. She started at his nipples, then worked down across his stomach then over the area where his pubes would be if he hadn't shaved them, just like she had done with her own. As her hands reached his cock, one started to masturbate him while she the other wander to her pussy where it continued what she had begun earlier, sliding in and out of her moistened snatch.

Dot was horny and ready to go already. She'd been working her pussy since before she walked over to Dick's room, and the taste and sight of her brother's erection had simply turned her on more. The next time she pulled her hand back from her cunt, she pulled her finger out and, raising herself slightly, moved forward then lowered herself onto the waiting shaft she was holding in her hand. She moaned softly as she was entered, savouring the full feeling she was getting. Not knowing how much time she had, she was going to fuck fast. Luckily the bed frame was sturdy and didn't emit any give-away creaks as she fucked herself on her brother's thick cock.

Dick just lay back on the bed and let his sister take charge. There were worse ways to wake up and he was wanting to get some release and unloading his spunk into Dot would make less mess than jerking off and possibly leaving tell-tale patches of dried cum on the bedding if he failed to clean up properly.

"Mmm, yeah," Dot purred as she rode her brother, using her knees to raise herself up so she could slide back down his shaft. Dick's head was laying back on his hands, his eyes closed as he let his sister have her way. He could feel the warmth of her lower legs against the outside of his thighs, her feet gently moving each time she slid up and down. There was a slight give in the mattress meaning that Dick was pushed down into it each time Dot's pelvis made contact with his own.

Even if Dick had not had his eyes open, all he would have seen is his sister moving up and down, the rhythm getting slowly faster. She still wore here nightdress which covered her body, as well as Dick's own from his stomach down. Dot's hands continued to range across her brother's chest. She could tell from the spasms crossing his face that he was getting close, so she increased her play with his nipples, as well as working her cunt to give him extra simulation. She bit her lip in an attempt to stop herself crying out when she reached her orgasm.

For the first time, Dick played an active role - his hands flew to his sister’s hips, and he started to piston upwards. Dot could feel the pulsing of his cock as he unloaded his balls inside her. She reached her own orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes," she breathed, as the waves of pleasure emanated from her snatch.

Dismounting, she tucked a fold of her nightdress between her legs before kissing her brother's cheek.

"I'd better be going back."

Dick just grunted in reply, and she padded away to her own room, closing the door behind her. It was none too soon either, as Mrs Dixon's voice was heard from below, and her tread on the steps as she brought Dick and Dot a mug of tea each. Dick inly just had time to cover himself before she was knocking on his door to deliver the drink.

Chapter 3.2 - To the Igloo

Summary

Dick and Dot Callum have arrived in the Lakes and, on their first day there, they notice, but don't get to meet Nancy and Peggy Blackett; and John, Susan, Titty, and Roger Walker. When they look at a location for Dick to do astronomy from in the evenings, with the telescope they have brought they notice where the Walkers are staying and, on returning to the temporary observatory in the evening, signal to them by flashing a lamp. The signalling is returned.

The next day, up at the observatory, the Blacketts and Walkers walk up to see who was signalling, and the two groups meet. Being of a similar age to the others, Dick and Dot are invited to join them, and they return to Dixon's Farm, where Dick and Dot are staying, to collect some pies they were planning to pick up anyway. Dick and Dot then join the rest as they go to their 'igloo' - a rough drystone building with a corrugated iron roof.

Story (m/m, f/f)

"This is a very good igloo," Dot said, once she had crawled in through the low entrance and someone else had followed with a lantern.

She could see the room was divided in two with another piece of corrugated iron. In the outer area there was a fire against one outer wall, over which was a gap in the roof to take to the smoke away, though the glimpses of daylight through the walls suggested that suffocating was unlikely to be an issue. A doorway was made next to the iron wall with a wooden upright and crossbar from which hung a canvass curtain. In the next area, there were plenty of blankets and another fire place against a wall, this time with a primitive chimney above it. In the corner was a stack of wood.

As she was looking around, the others were making their way in behind her. They all made their way through to the second area and sprawled on the blankets.

"Come on you lot," Susan said in a business-like voice. "We need some water."

Dick eagerly set off to help the new friends. He followed 14-year-old Roger who took a saucepan to collect water. Roger's sister Titty joined them with a kettle, and Dot came along as well.

"This is quite good in the woods here," Roger said, "but there is a cow barn just the other side of the wood - I may be able to show you later."

Dick agreed with the plan. With their sisters, they collected the water that was needed and went back into the igloo. Susan was preparing the pies that they had picked up earlier, along with some cake they brought from where they were staying.

"Dinner time as soon as the tea is made," she said to them, when they made their appearance back in the outer area of the igloo.

Hanging the kettle that Titty and Dot had brought back over the fire, she shooed them into to back room. John had also just got back from collecting moss with which to plug holes in the walls of the igloo. All of them, apart from Susan, took advantage of the lull to chat and the found out that they had more in common than they thought - the Walker's mother had gone to Malta to visit their father, whose ship was docked there, whilst the Callum's parents had both set off on an archaeological expedition the same day that Dick and Dot had set off for the Lakes.

It was not long before Susan brought the pork pie, cake and tea through, and the teens concentrated on eating. They polished off lunch, and Susan said they she had better take the dirty things through to wash them.

"You'd better come to, Roger," she said as she got up, "and Dot, would you mind helping."

Dot followed and Roger made gestures at Dick which gave the distinct impression that he should join them.

"Come on," Roger said to Dick, "we should go for a walk for a bit - we can go up to the cow barn as it's warm in there."

Dick followed, and they two boys set off up the hill again.

"Why do we need to leave?" he asked Roger.

"So that John and Peggy and Titty and Nancy can have sex," Roger replied.

"What, all together?"

"No, silly. John and Peggy are sleeping together, and Titty and Nancy are sleeping together. This is the only time they get anything approaching privacy. In the summer when we are camping, they would each share tents, but we can't do that here. Susan packs me off out so they get privacy. I don't know what she does - possibly plugs her ears and does the washing up or something like that."

Dick didn't know what his sister would do, knowing that four of the others were having sex and she wasn't getting any.

"Did you not manage to find a girl up here?" he asked.

"Not for me," Roger said, then let out a slight laugh.

They had trudged up through the wood and climbed a gate to get into the field with the cow barn. This was a much sturdier drystone building, with a large door that was propped open on the ground floor, and a ladder against the side wall that led to a hatch. Roger climbed the ladder and, pulling the hatch open, disappeared inside. His head reappeared.

"Come along then," he shouted down.

Dick followed Roger up the ladder and into the upper level of the shed, which had a slatted floor which was visible in placed below the hay that was stored there. Some of the hay had been baled and stacked to make a wall on the side that faced the main door. Roger pulled the hatch closed and towards the hay, where Dick could see that the bales had been moved to make a comfortable area to sit.

"Sit down," said Roger, indicating the bale next to him.

Dick sat. There was not much room and their legs knocked against each other. As he sat there in the small space, Dick began to chub up at the closeness of another, good-looking lad. He noticed that, as their legs naturally rubbed together, Roger wasn't making any signs of moving his leg away. The two boys were chatting, and Dick found that, whilst they were both 14, Roger was younger by a couple of months.

Dick moved his hand between his leg and Roger's in order to 'scratch an itch' on his thigh, whilst also gently sliding his hand along the outside of Roger's thigh. The younger boy didn't seem to react, but a few minutes later made a similar movement. Dick responded to this by moving closer - now the two boys were sat with the whole of one side of their body in contact with the other. Roger then slightly moved his hand, so it rested on Dick's leg, just above the knee. Dick followed by making a similar movement and turned his head slightly to look at Roger. The younger boy turned as well, and their heads naturally came together, and their lips met in a kiss. Dick moved his hand up Roger's leg towards his crotch as the younger boy reciprocated on Dick.

"I was hoping you were into boys," Roger said, breaking the kiss.

"Yeah, I am," Dick replied with a smile, "well, most of the time. I've been with a few girls, but much prefer boys."

"I've not been with anyone," said Roger, somewhat sadly. "There was a girl in the summer who sucked me off, and whilst it felt good, it wasn't a boy."

"Well, I'm here now," Dick said, before resuming the kiss and putting his hand into Roger's crotch. Even through the younger boy's thick winter trousers he could feel a hard cock responding to his touch. He gently began to undo the drawstring that held Roger's trousers up as the younger boy's hands worked at the same task in his crotch. Once Roger had undone the knot, Dick could feel him trying to remove the now loosened trousers, so he raised his hips to let the brown-haired boy pull the trousers down.

"Wow, that is big," Roger exclaimed as soon as he had pulled Dick's trousers down and could see the bulge in the older boy's underwear. The white cotton was stretched by Dick's thick, eight-inch cock, engorged to its fullest extent and pointing towards Roger, as the tight underwear didn't allow it to stick straight out. Roger ran his hand over the cock, marvelling at its size and gauging it for his hand.

Dick was used to this reaction, so just smiled and worked Roger's own trousers down until both boys were sat with their trousers at mid-thigh, exposing as little flesh to the chill air as possible. Dick's hand moved in to Roger's crotch and felt the younger boy's cock. It was smaller than his own, but as to size, he'd have to see how far Roger was willing to go.

"Don't stop there," Dick said, again lifting his hips, this time so that Roger could pull down underwear rather than trousers.

Roger was not slow in following the hint, pulling at the side of Dick's white cotton briefs to expose his thick cock. He was keen to get his hands on the first cock other than his own he could get. There was another moment of pause as Roger found that Dick shaved his pubes. Dick took advantage of the pause to both tell Roger that he shaved and to pull down Roger's underwear. The cock that he exposed was only five-and-a-half-inches, but reasonably thick for all that. They resumed their kiss again, now slowly wanking each other, and Roger, for the first time, felt the slickness of another boy's pre-cum covered cock under his hand. Despite Dick's girth, Roger was almost able to get his hand round the shaft. They continued to jerk each other, enjoying each other’s bodies.

This time it was Dick who broke the kiss.

"Do you want a bit more?" he asked.

"Oh, yes!" Roger replied.

Shifting position, Dick lay on the bales with his head in Roger's lap and took the younger boy's cock in his mouth. He could feel Roger's hands rubbing through his black hair, pushing his head onto his cock. Roger then resettled himself, leaning down to suck at Dick's hard penis. The two boys were now lying next to each other, sixty-nining. Roger was enjoying his first taste of cock, and what a cock it was to be sucking. Dick's thick, eight-inch shaft was leaking sweet pre-cum that Roger was lapping up, before moving in to take the tip in his mouth, before slowly moving don as far as he could. He wasn't able to take the whole thing in immediately. Roger tried as hard as he could to imitate what Dick was doing to his cock. Unlike his experience with Mary Swainson in the summer, this time Roger was getting two lots of stimulation - Dick's mouth on his cock and his mouth round Dick's.

Having tasted one small droplet of his older brother's cum a year previously, and licking off his hand after his own wank sessions, Roger thought he knew what to expect, but was not ready for the sudden explosion in his mouth as Dick reached orgasm. As well as having a big cock, the older boy came a lot. Roger could feel each shot hitting the back and top of his mouth and had no option but to swallow until the spurts turned into a dribble at the end. This sensation set Roger off and he repaid the favour to Dick, filling the older boy's mouth with six shots of spunk.

Surprisingly to Roger, Dick moved quickly to kiss him again. When their mouths met, he understood. Dick still had Roger's cum in his mouth and they snowballed that, and the remnants of Dick's cream, back and forth for a while.

As they cooled down, Roger gave a little shiver - despite the hay it was still cold, and they did have flesh exposed.

"We'd better be getting back," he said.

"I agree," said Dick, and they pulled their clothes back on properly and set off back to the igloo.

"Are you called Dick because of your size?" Roger asked as they walked.

"Not entirely," Dick replied. "It's because my full name is Richard. I grew into the nickname later."

Roger laughed, and they wandered back through the woods to see how the others were doing.

When Dick and Roger had set off, Susan and Dot were left in the kitchen area of the igloo. Susan started to do the washing up with water that had been kept to warm by her small fire. As Dot helped, she couldn't but avoid hearing the sounds coming from the other side of the corrugated iron wall. Her pigtails and glasses gave her an innocent look, which she took advantage of.

"What's going on in there?" she asked Susan.

"The others...well...the others are together." Susan started. "I mean John and Peggy are together. You know. Like parents. But, well, Titty and Nancy are as well."

Dot's cunt started to moisten at that thought. She wanted sex and she didn't care who from - boys or girls, she'd been with both and enjoyed both.

"Aren't you a little left out. I mean, out here, doing the washing up, Roger away."

"Yes and no." Susan said. "I've not been sure what I want. I've not had much opportunity for anything, and I don't know if I want to be with a boy, a girl, or neither. You're younger than me, so what would you know?"

"Only a few months, and you may be surprised by what I know."

"How would I be surprised?"

Dot stepped up and gently kissed Susan's cheek.

"Like me offering to help you experiment."

The closeness of the younger girl flipped a switch in Susan's brain. She turned towards Dot and returned the kiss, but on the younger girl's mouth. Dot's lips parted to let Susan's tongue in whilst her hands ranged down and over the older girl's breasts. The winter dress and bra Susan was wearing did little to prevent Dot feeling that her nipples were hardening. Susan responded by gently caressing Dot's own breasts. As Susan was less experienced than Dot, it fell to the younger girl to take the lead. Dot ran one hand slowly down from Susan's tits, along the side of the older girl's body until she could reach down and hitch up the side of Susan's dress. Susan gave a little gasp as Dot's fingers ran up the side of her legs, then around the top of her tights.

Dot worked her fingers on the waistband of Susan's tights, then downwards again, this time along the centre of the older girl's body rather than along her side. She reached Susan's knickers, through which she could feel the mound and slit she wanted to get her hands on. Unlike Dot, Susan was wearing thick winter underwear - warm but not exactly erotic. Susan was tensing at the unfamiliar contact. Working her hand again, Dot was inside, with no material between her and Susan's cunt. Susan began to imitate Dot's motions, getting her hand down. She did not work as fast as the younger girl, contenting herself with running her hand over the outside of Dot's knickers rather than finding a way in.

As Dot's fingers found their way into Susan's cunt, the older girl braced herself against the wall as sensations of pleasure emanated from her clit. She hardly noticed as Dot dropped her other hand to pull her tights and knickers down. Whilst she was content with just rubbing outside of Dot's underwear, the younger girl was after full access. Susan could feel Dot's slit and was about to take the plunge and move inside, when Dot broke the kiss and knelt. Suddenly, she could feel Dot's breath on her pussy, and then a tongue, running down through her pubic hair, just slightly delving into her slit. Her cunt was really dripping now, and she was losing herself in the sensation. She didn't care who was down there, all she wanted was for what was happening to continue.

And continue it did. Each pass of Dot’s tongue opened her up slightly more, and soon the younger girl brought one of her hands back into play, teasing Susan's clit when her mouth and tongue were in her twat, working on her pussy lips when her mouth was busy with her pleasure button. While this was going on, Dot's other hand was busy in her own cunt, fingering herself as she ate Susan out. She could tell that the older girl was inexperienced, and was likely to cum quickly, so her fingers were diving in and out of her own snatch as quickly as possible.

Above her, Dot could hear Susan's breath shortening, the sounds somewhat deadened by the girls dress which had fallen over her head. Susan had closed her eyes and was making mewing noises of pleasure, her muscles tightening and loosening as she drew closer to her orgasm.

"That feels so good," she breathed. "Give me more."

Dot obliged, working her tongue round Susan's clit and getting her fingers deeper into her twat.

"Oh yes. More. More! Oh God, Yes!"

Susan came, gushing over Dot's face. As the younger girl masturbated herself to her own climax, her tongue poked out to lick Susan's juices off her face.

What neither girl had seen - Susan having her eyes closed and Dot's head being covered with Susan's dress was Titty coming to the door to the inner room after her own sexual session with Nancy. She was going to get some cake but paused at the door to watch the scene with her sister braced against the wall and what clearly Dot up her dress orally pleasuring her. She quietly called to her girlfriend (John and Peggy still being engaged with each other) and Nancy also took in the scene.

"Well, Dot's clearly a lesbian," Nancy said.

A wicked gleam came to Titty's eyes.

"Ever thought about a three way?" she asked Nancy.

"We'll see," said Nancy, smiling back at her girlfriend.

The two girls withdrew letting Susan and Dot finish. It was not long before John and Peggy also finished, and they all had some more tea. Roger and Dick were the last to return, and only just made it in time. Soon it was time for Dick and Dot to return to Dixon's farm, but they did leave their plate and mug at the igloo as a promise of a return.

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