"A morning Bathe"

Julian dived into the pond, stroking across the water vigorously. It was cold and bracing.
"Just the morning for a bathe", he told himself as he surfaced, treading water in the middle of the pond.
It was the third day of the hols. The five had managed to persuade Uncle Quentin and Aunt Fanny that it would be good for them to go on a cycling holiday together. After promising to take care of the others, they had agreed that Julian could lead them. So far they had ridden their bicycles through country lanes, camping by streams at farms and buying their food in small villages. Last night they’d found themselves next to a glorious pond, which, as Dick pointed out, would be super to go for a morning bathe in.
"They’re all lazybones", thought Julian, splashing across the pond with a strong arm. Julian was in the second swimming team at school, and would be in the first next term, he was certain. His swimming coach, a chum of his called Lewis major, had promised him a place on the team, one hazy, blissful day in the boxroom during the last summer term. Julian smiled at the recollection as the cool water ripped over his hardening boy/man body. He had learnt more than swimming from Lewis major.
A shadow fell over the pond. He squinted through the glorious sunrise and saw that it was George, still fuddled slightly from sleep, who had crept down to the waterside to watch him bathe.
"What’s the water like, Ju?" she called softly.
"Delicious!" he called back. "Come in for a bathe! Are the others up yet?’
"No, I left Anne asleep, and you know Dick, he’ll sleep in till 8 o’clock if we let him!" said George. The sun glinted around her in a halo. Julian watched as she slowly began to remove her pyjamas.
He blinked when he realised that she was wearing nothing underneath.
"I say, George," he began, and then stopped, mouth ajar as she slid out of her pyjama bottoms.
"You’ll catch a fly in that mouth unless you close it," she grinned at him, and stretched out her arms over her head, turning slightly so her body was in profile against the sun touching her body.
"Perhaps I should say, Georgina!" said Julian appreciatively. George, who liked to call herself a boy and cut her hair like a boy, was in the bright light, obviously not a boy. Her small, high breasts looked delicious, like an icecream waiting to be licked on a hot summer’s day. Without her shorts and boyish shirt on, she was delicately shaped, long and brimming with curves and shadowed places.
"Come in, the water’s fine" he said softly, swimming towards her with long strokes. She began to wade into the water.
"Ju, you liar, it’s cold in here," she said, her nipples hardening to sharp points. Julian found himself feeling very like he did when Lewis major had taken his hand and rubbed his finger along him arm, whispering "why Julian, look at those muscles. You’re a natural athlete. Let me show you games you never imagined".
He slid up to George, and stood up, water sheeting from his young/old body, strong from games and swimming and more games. He reached out for George.
"Here, I’ll warm you", he said pulling her body that in no way resembled a boys to his. Her waist was small, her hips swelling, her legs long and strong from all that lacrosse and horseriding. He held her soft warm body against his and circled his hands on her waist.
"You’re cold, and wet!" she said, but denied this by pressing into his body. "And I’m warm and waiting".
"You are that", murmured Julian into her ear, his mouth pressed against her cheekbone. She turned her head to his and their lips met softly at first, then pressing insistently against hers. Julian experienced a sense of shock when she licked her tongue against his, and drew back slightly.
"Ju, Ju," she said shaking her head, a glint in her eye. "All those French lessons and you’ve never learnt the more important things. Maybe I’m lucky that French niece of Mamzelle’s came to our school last year."
"What did mamzelles’ niece teach you then?"
"I’ll show you", said George, smirking, and dropped her head to Julian’s nipples and began to suck, her hand working it’s way into his bathing suit at the same time.
Julian experienced a wash of pleasure at George’s teeth grazing his body. Her hand insistently began to remove his suit, unsnapping the shoulder straps and tugging it over his body. He slid out of it and threw it onto the little shore and picked up George and strode to the shore furthest from the tents where his sleeping brother and sister lay.
The bank was grassy and sunlight, but secluded from the tents. Julian laid her down and began to kiss her breasts, pinching her hardened nipples between his fingers, licking her neck, down to her small round stomach, flicking his tongue over her waist, towards her mound of delicately curled hair. She began to moan slightly and slid her hands over his back, pressing her body against any part of him she could touch.
Their breathing was heavy, it reminded Julian again of that afternoon in the boxroom, where he had been shown such delights by Lewis major, who had dropped to his knees and taken Julian’s privates into his mouth and sucked and licked. Julian’s prior non-private experience had previously been when he’d joined in the sessions in the changerooms after rugger, where the boys had played themselves off to see who would last the longest. Moaning and enjoying was not the way to behave in the rugger change room, though he’d learnt technique while pretending to not watch the other boys. His own hand, while adequate, was nothing on Lewis major’s hot, probing tongue against the bulging rod of manhood. He’d come on Lewis major’s face, who then rubbed it back into Julian’s body and made him lick it off, and instructed Julian on reciprocation.
Here now was George, who he’d seen naked before during bathes, but he’d never considered her as an object of desire. She was…George, his younger cousin, a bit annoying, a bit of a chum, very plucky. And now full of panting desire. He wasn’t sure what to do with her. He’d always heard women were not interested in sex, which is why he’d started on Lewis minor, Lewis major’s younger brother, currently Julian’s fag. Lewis minor had a skill whereby he could toast bread at the fire while Julian rammed into him, without dropping the toasting fork. A good skill in one’s fag. One could then get him to clean one’s shoes using the spent seed mixed in with the polish. Julian’s Latin teacher had complimented him on the shine in his shoes only last week.
And here was George, grasping Julian’s hand and pushing it against her. Julian, licking, prodding, rubbing her pert, small breasts with his mouth, was at first startled to find how wet she felt and probed a little deeper. She groaned, a deep throaty noise that worked at Julian’s erection like that time that Lewis minor spread the anchovy paste over his penis and used it as a knife to spread the toast, later offered to the head boy who complimented Julian on the brand of paste as he liked it salty.
Julian pushed his fingers into her hot, slippery passage, and she cried out sharply in delight. "Please," she said, her head with its boyish haircut lolling to the side, her hands working over his back and buttocks, "Please!" Ju knew instinctively what to do. He started thrusting his fingers in and out of her body, in a soft, fast rhythm. Her hips bucked and her fingers found his buttocks and began to stroke his nether region while she panted and let out little moans. He let out a startled cry and pushed his hand harder into her, against the small mound at the top of her slit. It was so different with Lewis minor, who he got to rub butter into himself before he mounted him, George was so wet and ready and he could kiss her face and throat and breasts while he worked on her. Her body started jerking in strong, arching movements as she stifled a groan with her hand and he kept working against her, marvelling at her abandon, wanting more himself. She writhed and pushed against him and he began to remove his fingers.
"No, Ju, please, keep up," she begged, but he grabbed her wrists, pinned her to the long sweet grass, and loomed over her, ready to explore her with his hugely erect member. He slid down her body, and arranged himself over her. For a moment there was silence as they stared at each other, both breathing heavily, their young bodies dripping with sweat and pond water. He pushed up against her hole, and started to edge his way into her. Finding the way so easy, he plunged into her, hard and deep. She cried out and her body convulsed against his, her deep hole rippling in waves of pleasure around his ripe male strongness. He groaned and thrust slowly, moving his body in the accustomed strong but careful waves.
"Faster," she whispered at him, eyes caressing his her hands pinned by his, her legs curling around his waist. He pushed harder and her heels bumped the small of his back, her waist lifting off the grass. "Harder," she said between clenched teeth. With a noise of pure joy and release, Julian pushed harder into her waiting body, and then began to move faster, at first carefully and then in a frenzy, her animal cries in his ear. He felt her waves of ecstasy against him, felt her stomach clench and her legs stiffen, felt each new contraction as her orgasm reached it’s peak. He felt himself moving towards his climax as she moved beneath her, and finally exploded, shuddering, into her receptive warm body. He threw his head back and gave a cry that seemed to bounce back from the sky above his head.
They lay together, entwined and mingled. Their bodies began to soften as their mouths moved softly over each other’s faces and necks and shoulders, and finally he withdrew from her, both gasping softly, as though in regret at losing such intimacy.
"I say, George," he said, "That was scrumptious.""Girls are different," she said softly to him, her brown eyes meeting him. "Even girls who want to be boys don’t make very good boys".
"I’m sure you’d make a good boy," he whispered at her, "Next time I’ll show you how". Their fingers touched and twisted together.
"JU! GEORGE! Where are you? I’ve just fried us some eggs and bacon and tomatoes and Dick’s boiling the kettle. Come in from your bathe!" yelled Anne from the distance.
The others were awake, then.
Julian and George looked at each other.
"Same time tomorrow morning?" he asked, cocking he eyebrow at her. "Or we could share a tent tonight, Dick can go in with Anne."
"Tomorrow," promised George. "And I share a tent with Anne. I always have. I don’t’ want to miss out on my nights with Anne!"
And with a laugh at the startled look on Julian’s face, she drew away from him, and plunged into the pond, yelling "Coming, Anne my favourite girl-cousin!". Julian gave a short laugh, and followed her to breakfast.