In the morning Emma appeared to be still fast asleep when I broke our cuddle and slipped out from under our covers.
I got quickly dressed and stoked up the oven for breakfast and some warmth when Emma would get up. Then, I took the almost empty water jar from the oven. After Emma's exhibitionistic lengthy wash last night, it needed a refill at the water trough outside. On the way, I stopped for a relieving piss at the hut's pit toilet.
At the trough, I first splashed the ice-cold water over my face and washed off the lingering smell of our last night's lovemaking. When I had filled the water jar and turned, I saw Emma. Standing in the doorway of the hut, she blinked into the morning sun.
Although she had a towel and washcloth in her hand, she made no attempt to cover her total nakedness as she raised her arms and stretched her lovely tits with a yawn into the sun's rays. And then she skipped to the trough and shivering and screaming splashed the trough's water over her body. Turning to me and grinning, she ladled and rubbed a few handfuls of the ice-cold water onto her pussy.
"You won't have a photo, Tom, but remember," she shouted as she run back into the hut, "anything your Kate did up here, I could do better!"
When I followed into the hut, Emma was out of sight in the back room. I heard her welling up laughter as she, still shivering, dried herself and got dressed. And then, Emma restored order in the backroom, stripping and packing up the bedclothes from the bunks and our playpen, while I made our breakfast of toast and fried eggs and coffee.
She cheerfully joined me. As in everything with Emma, her appetite matched mine. Then, while sipping her coffee, she reached for the five photos -- the three of Kate and the two of the hunting-guests of Helmut -- that he had left last evening on the table.
Suddenly serious, she said:
"You know, Tom, I am as guilty as Kate and Helmut for having started their affair."
I was puzzled, especially how the picture of two hunters could have triggered this response from Emma.
"How come? What were you guilty of?"
Emma hesitated and blushed, "The relationship between Kate, Helmut, and me was from the beginning sexually charged. I liked it and used it, in my battle with Helmut. But what brought them finally together -- with Kate already engaged to Hannes - was my sluty doing."
"When Helmut took over his father's firm, I had been away from home for five years. In establishing new and renewing old contacts with relatives and friends, Kate, my cousin like you, became a close friend.
"I liked Kate, but at only eighteen years old I would not have chosen her as a close friend. It was her that attached herself to us as a regular companion. As I had no female friends, I eventually was grateful for Kate's companionship.
"I must also admit that I was both flattered and amused that she sought my company for the same reasons other local women and past friends seemed to shun me.
"Kate, as I found out, was strongly attracted by Helmut's and my speculated-about, sexually exciting past and lifestyle. She admired Helmut for being a masterful man and me for being, she thought, his femme fatale. She openly confessed that she wanted to be a woman like me, and not a boring good girl.
"It was the challenge of Kate's 'good girl' pose that made me tell her spicily enhanced stories about my premarital and marital sexual adventures. Especially the stories about my Egyptian dress had for Kate a special appeal.
"When I said that Helmut made me wear it, always naked underneath, at certain parties. I told her how much it turned me on to walk around in my see-through dress before Helmut's horny friends; men who could pant and ogle at my nakedness, but never touch or fuck me. Kate got excited; she blushed and admitted she wished she was me.
"As I did not tell her about my falling out with Helmut, Kate asked me, when I would wear such a dress again.
"I disappointed her by saying 'Never', and plausibly explained, that with Helmut being now a local businessman, we had to be respectable, and I had to be decently dressed when local guests were invited.
"It did not satisfy Kate. When I eventually wore it at the Christmas party with your family -- unplanned and to annoy Helmut -- Kate hated the large bra and panties I had on underneath. Sometime after, blushing and stuttering, she eventually asked me to put it on naked for a party of just us three."
Emma paused to take a sip of Enzian, perhaps to strengthen her resolve to tell all. I joined her, being spellbound by what I was learning, both about Emma and my model sister.
"I straight-out refused Kate's wish for such a party. It would have dangerously changed the already peculiarly strained relationship between us three. Since I had humiliated Helmut in Val d'Isere, shortly before we returned home, our sex life had deteriorated into a state of cold war.
"And now there was luscious Kate, fatally enamoured by Helmut. And he, partly flattered, had started to use her infatuation to provoke me. He hoped to make me jealous and to force me back into my previous submission to his sexual needs.
"In a deliberate campaign, Helmut began to treat Kate as his sexual playmate. Whenever she came -- and she did more and more often -- he grasped her for longer and longer welcoming hugs, gropes and kisses. While she was with us, his attention -- and more and more his hands -- were on her. He did not ignore my presence. While taking to me and smiling, he would pull Kate down on his lap, or playfully smack her bottom, or, with his arm around her, quite openly cup a breast to pinch Kate's nipple into a shamelessly perky prominence. Sitting next to her at the table, one of his hands was often under it.
