Karl woke to his sister getting up, and heading towards the shower. At first he dimly recollected the previous evening, and then the sensations of the night before came rushing back: Lucy, in her black dress, performing the strip tease and their passionate coupling afterwards. He went over the events of the previous night in his mind, and felt himself harden. Perhaps he should join Lucy in the shower? At that moment Lucy walked out, wrapped in a towel, with another one on her head.
"Good morning, Karl! Feeling better?"
"Uh-huh."
"So I wanted to go to the British museum today, they have an exhibition of the ancient Egyptians. Then perhaps catch up with Jules and Beth. We were planning to go to Camden Lock."
"What time is it?"
"Half nine! Breakfast is served until 10, so you should get your skates on!"
Karl slid off the bed, revealing his erection as he headed towards the bathroom. That did not go unnoticed.
"Ooh. Nice. Something for me?"
"In the shower, Lucy."
She followed him into the shower dropping her towels as she did so. The shower was big, so there was room for two. Lucy joined him. Karl turned on the water.
"I'll soap you, Karl."
"Oh, yeah, good idea."
Lucy squeezed some soap into her palms and then under the running water slid her hands over Karl's arms, his chest and his back, rubbing the soap in. She then moved to his legs, he parted them for her as she moved her fingers up and down sensually. Her touch was gentle and warm, under the rain of the shower.
"Reminds me of that time in the Dales."
"It's a bit warmer," she replied, squeezing more soap into her hand.
"Mmm."
Her hands squeezed his ass, he tensed a little in response and then her soapy fingers found their way around to his front, sliding over his still semi-erect cock, and smoothing over his balls. He stiffened again to Lucy's satisfaction. Lucy got hold of the shower head and directed the flow over his hardness. She let the water dissipate the soap, feeling the pressure of the water stimulate his cock until he could stand it no more - he needed Lucy's pussy urgently. He moved behind her and she bent to the shower wall allowing him to enter her. He could feel a wet sensation inside and out with the shower water running over them and his felt his cock slide into her damp entrance; he felt the slipperiness of their skin as they came into contact. Lucy shifted her legs to allow him in further and he pushed his hardness into her and began to thrust, she was pressed against the shower wall, her breasts flattened against the glass.
"You bad boy!"
"Me?"
"Yes, taking your sister like this, making her miss breakfast!"
"I'm feeding your other hunger."
"Mmmm. I'll have everything that's on offer."
When she felt he was close, her hand reached down behind, to stroke his balls, which drove him over the edge and he shot his cum into her; he gasped, and she felt the warmth of his juice meeting hers, as they rocked against the shower wall, under the constant flow of warm water.
**
Later that morning, Karl and Lucy went over to the British Museum, and trawled around the exhibition. It got hard on the feet after a while, and so they decided that lunch with the others would be a good plan. They met up outside and took the short journey up to Camden Lock. There was a vast array of market stalls with food from all over the world, jackets, dresses for all lifestyles, jewellery and bric a brac. They sampled the food and sifted their way through the throngs of people around the stalls. Just on the street outside, Lucy stopped outside a shop called "Morticia". She seemed attracted to the gothy looking outfits and went in. Karl and the others followed, curious to see what she would pick. After a few minutes she had found two dresses, one black and purple long gothic dress with criss cross strips over the front, and another dark pink, silky, long dress. She went into the changing room, and a some minutes came out in the gothic dress. She looked fabulous.
"She's answering all my fantasies," thought Karl.
Lucy gave them a twirl. "What do you think?"
"Wow. Hot." said Jules. Karl nodded his agreement.
"I'll try the other one."
She went back in, and later emerged with the dress still in her hands.
"Doesn't fit. I'm a bit too big for it." Lucy was a little downbeat.
Beth spoke up. "But maybe it will fit me". She held out her hand and Lucy passed her the dress. She went into the changing room and emerged a few moments later. The dark pink dress fitted her perfectly and everyone was impressed.
"I'll get it." Beth was very pleased with her impulse buy.
They headed back into the city centre again with an arrangement to go and visit some pubs in the evening. Beth had some suggestions of where to go.
"What do you have in mind?" asked Karl.
"There are some very cool alternative pubs in the backs streets by the West End," Beth offered.
"But can you afford the beer?" said Karl, wary of London prices.
"Yes, it's not too bad for London."
"So I won't be needing a bank loan then."
"Nah, - just sell your soul a little."
**
Once evening arrived, they made their way over to the West End and Beth led them to a place that looked like a traditional pub. All the brass fitting were there, hand pulled beers, together with leather seats and glass dividers. The only difference between this pub and many other traditional ale houses around the country was the clientele, which was definitely from the alternative school.
"Phew," muttered Karl to himself, as he surveyed the women in the room in varying levels of exotic attire. His companions had dressed to match too, Lucy and Beth with their recent purchases and Jules had a punky looking tight leather skirt on with ripped looking stockings. Heaven. Jules marched up to the bar and asked everyone what they wanted for a round. However, the place was crowded and so there was nowhere to sit. They held their drinks and found themselves shouting to make themselves be heard.
"I know a quieter place," said Beth, "it's bit more modern but good".
They agreed, and after finishing their drinks, made their way out. They turned on to the street but before they could make any progress, they found that their way was blocked by five youths, all dressed in baseball caps and track suits, smelling of booze. Instantly the atmosphere changed.
"'Ere, look at this! Fucking lezzos and some freak!"
Jules stepped forward to one side to pass by them, but the tallest moved in front of her.
"Where do you think you're fucking going?"
"Away."
"Nah, nah, come here. You need some proper fucking meat!" he sneered pushing his hands onto Jules' breasts.
Jules then stepped back and knocked the youth on the head with a crack with the side of her hand, a blow which left him staggering away. The next youth who was beside him had his fists balled up then stepped forwards, but was met with a sharp front kick into the stomach from Jules; as he bent over, another blow from her fist sent him sprawling to the pavement. The other three youths looked uncertain, Karl clenched his fists to attack, but Beth restrained him.
"They're scared now."
"We don't want no trouble!" one of them said, as they backed off and walked smartly away.
They watched as Jules walked up to the last would-be attacker on the pavement and bent over him.
"Never, ever, fuck with a Nottingham lass! Understood?!"
There was no answer. Jules shrugged her shoulders. "Where's the next place, Beth?"
Karl was aware of a crowd who had gathered around them.
"We'd better leave, as the guys watching the CCTV will be sending in the cops."
"Fucking losers!" spat Jules, she was shaking with fury.
