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There is NO reference to underage sex in this story!
If you have been reading 'On Holiday with my Parents' you will probably have noticed that Mum jumps from being pregnant with Shaw and I to Shaw and I being at University. Quite a big hole in the dialogue. Mum's argument for curtailing our growing years was simply that she was telling her story and it is for Shaw and I to decide if we want our own story made public.
Continuing traditions.
As you will be aware, if you have read the previous parts of this series, the aspects of Shaw and I even being is, let us say, unconventional. Grandfather is our Father. Mother is our half-sister. At least Grandma is our Grandma, as far as we know .
We were made aware of the situation quite early on. As we grew older the implications were explained very carefully. When Shaw and I approached adolescence our parents explained the details and process of adolescence in detail, why our bodies were changing, the affect the changes would have on our minds, perspectives and desires. They even advised me that my periods could be difficult, painful and irregular. In that event I was to talk with my Mum. They even warned Shaw that I might become bad tempered and then warned me not to make capital on that information. They warned us that as we passed though the various stages of adolescence we would probably develop deeper feelings for each other and or other people, and desire to express those feelings in more physical ways.
We were told, in no uncertain terms, that such expressions of love WERE ABSOLUTELY NOT PERMITTED! until we reached the age of majority. If we broke those rules we would need to be slit up. If we abided by those rules, when we reached the age of majority, we would be free to do whatever we wished, together. As long as nobody found out. Incestuous love was taboo, we were reminded.
Shaw and I agreed wholeheartedly. Being apart, even for a few days, was very unpleasant. We seldom went on school trips unless we could both go. We were prepared to wait as long as required. Probably the longest period of foreplay in history.
My menstrual cycles were not easy and the family doctor happily put me on the pill. They made an instant improvement. Even Shaw made the observation that I was far less grumpy and he'd never mentioned me being grumpy with him. Neither of us were unaware of the beneficial result of officially being on 'the pill'. Even with that safety factor we remained resolute in our promise. If anything it made it easier. We knew, when the time came, I didn't have to worry about any 'accidents'.
Our school was also very progressive and, as students approached the age of majority, the school sent a letter to the parents, of qualifying students, saying that they, the school, were very well aware that some parents had difficulty discussing matters of a sexual nature with their adolescent children.
Accordingly the school was offering four, after school classes, over a period of one month, to help prepare the student for adulthood. The class for the boys would be taken by Mr. Ankers while that for the girls would be taken by his wife, Mary. Students may attend the relevant classes provided that a letter from the parent, giving permission to attend, was produced.
As you will have realised Mum had no problem writing two suitable letters. The classes were sensible and informative. Mrs. Ankers's class was particularly useful to me. Some of my contemporaries were horrified that their first attempt at full intercourse was likely to be painful, messy, and was unlikely to be either nice or satisfying. She did go on to say that, with the right partner, it could, eventually, become quite enjoyable. She wasn't sugaring the pill in any way whatsoever.
When I told Mum and Grandma about that particular class they both laughed.
"You're just going to need to kiss loads of frogs, Darling," chuckled my Mum.
I kissed Shaw, that was allowed.
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The day that we officially and legally became adults and able to make decisions for themselves was two days before the end of the school year. We had to go to school on our birthday. If our exam results were good enough we'd be off to University in the September. A lot to celebrate.
Breakfast is served at seven on school days. Grandma was just bringing in the bowls of porridge when we entered the breakfast room, naked as were they. We'd reminded them the night before that cum morning we would be adults and expected them to treat us as such.
We were holding hands and smiling delightedly as they all sang 'Happy Birthday to you'. I was standing with my legs parted doing nothing to hide my very swollen, wet pussy, my shiny thighs and the little dribble of my Brother's glistening cum moments from falling from between my pussy lips onto the carpet.
My Brother stood, equally boldly, his fat cock lolling contentedly at half mast and still shiny from the mixture of mine and his own emissions. Neither our parents nor our Grandmother were in the least surprised, we'd been hard at it since one minute past midnight and making quite a celebratory racket.
Dad rose and walked to Shaw, holding out his hand.
"Well done Son!" he enthused taking my Brother in his arms.
I was congratulated by my Mother, hugging me close.
