Our parents weren’t too freaked out by the fact my sister, Alex, and I had gone camping for a night together – just to try it out, unaided. My dad found it funny that we’d had such a miserable time with the cold and complete absence of showers. Maybe they were just trusting folks, or perhaps they were simply naive, because there wasn’t any mention of the word ‘inappropriate’ or anything like it. He gave us a Camping Club guide and said we could use the tents any time. Maybe he hadn’t noticed that only one tent had been taken? We remembered to take both in future.

And we did, several more times that summer before college. We became camping-addicts, almost. The great outdoors, the rugged adventurism, the wild and unbridled sex… they were all very good reasons to camp. We didn’t try the poo-thing again, but we did get to borrow the van eventually, and – with the van – Charlotte and Nic came along as well. How do four teenagers sleep in a van with only two bunks and a small double bed? We didn’t! Fortunately, the van’s stabiliser legs kept it from wobbling too much all night.

Eventually the day came that we had to go south to college in the exotic and unfamiliar land of South Yorkshire which was definitely NOT in the Midlands (according to the locals we met there). As far as Alex and I were concerned, the North started at York, but we didn’t tell anyone that until we knew them well enough that they weren’t offended – or knew them well enough that they could get over it if they WERE offended.

We arrived at Woodville Hall near the Collegiate Crescent campus at about eleven, having left early in the morning and given ourselves plenty of time for traffic. I’d not brought much, because Alex had and I wanted to be able to pack the car again at some point. We went in and were told that check-in started at three p.m. by the Porter, who was named Dave and seemed like a friendly chap despite his bastard-esque moustache. He told us our room assignments, though. I was on the first floor, room seventeen and Alex was on the fourth, in room four. We’d kind of expected that we wouldn’t necessarily be near each other.

“Your roommates are a lad called Keith for you, Nick, and a girl called Sam for you, Alex,” he told us.

“Roommates?” Alex asked. There had been no mention of that! We were supposed to have our own rooms. “We’re paying for single rooms,” she said.

Dave sighed. “I know. It’s a temporary thing. We don’t have enough rooms to go around…” He looked around surreptitiously, then added in a lower voice, “…Because some daft twat knobbed it up!” He smiled. “Pardon me French, miss.”

That was a great start! A bit of a laugh, but also a bit of a downer. We were looking forward to a little privacy. We confirmed that we’d be able to park there and I got my sticker for the windshield – we’d paid for that, too. Hopefully, they didn’t try to double up on parking as well, since there were only about twelve spaces in all. Dave said not many students had cars.

We lounged against ours and smoked. Alex sat on the bonnet in her tight leggings. “You never told me how you got this,” she mentioned.

I laughed. “I shagged a guy while he videotaped it, then he gave me money.”

She gawked at me. “That’s prostitution.”

I shrugged. “He didn’t say he was going to pay me. I just wanted to suck his enormous dick and have it snake its way up my poop-chute. Then he handed me cash. What the fuck was I going to do? Throw it in his face?” I neglected to mention that I’d happily accepted cash for a couple of blowjobs beforehand… but I wasn’t strictly lying – nobody SAID anything about money.

“Must have been a really good shag,” she said glancing over the Volvo.

“I’m sure it was spectacular, but it was also a very cheap car.” A few other people started appearing, so we put paid to any more sexy conversation and started thinking of things to do for a few hours.

Another vehicle pulled up while we were deciding what to do with our extra time. A nattily-dressed lad – with a normal moustache – wearing a cream blazer with a pink-striped shirt and a red cravatte at his neck got out with an older bloke with dad-vibes. Alex leaned over. “Bet he’ll fuck you before he fucks me,” she whispered. We laughed. The young man waved, genially, while dad-man tromped inside looking grumpy. The lad followed and about five minutes later they came back out, carrying some papers.

“What ho!” He cried to us – specifically – and walked our direction, waving.

“How’d you know my high school nickname?” She called back. He stopped, then doubled over laughing. He recovered and straightened up, but still laughed as he walked the rest of the way over to us.

“I’m Keith and I hope you’re Nick,” he said cheerfully. “The Porter said you were the ones with the black car. We’re roomies, at least for a couple of weeks until they un-fuck their cluster.” I stood up straight and shook his hand, confirming that I was – indeed – the ‘Nick’ about whom he’d heard so much. Alex got off the car and also shook his hand.

“I’m his older sister, Alex,” she said. “We’re fraternal twins, but he was born three weeks after me.” She shook her head. “Our poor mother!” She sighed, theatrically. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh again or look serious.

“And this…” she indicated the car. “Is my ass-print, which I will happily autograph for you if you become a fan.” There really was a bum-print on it. I definitely needed to wash my car more often, though I really couldn’t now, until the outline of her worshipful bottom had worn off.

I thought he was going to wet himself he was guffawing so hard – which would have been both embarrassing and very sexy, since he was pretty good-looking. He appeared to be a clean-cut and upstanding lad – at least the parts I could see – but his hair was a bit too coiffeured and his red-tinted tortoiseshell frames were a touch on the over-stylish side. He introduced his dad, and we decided between the four of us that a pub-lunch was in order. There was a place down the road and around the corner on Ecclesall Road that we could waste time in. He parked next to us.

“Damn the buggers who arrive on time, they can queue up for a space. We’ll walk,” he announced. I was liking Keith and his dad Brian, and they seemed to take a shine us. One roommate was a good fit, so far.

After nosh and a couple of jars, we learned that Keith was doing Hospitality Management – hotels and such – and that his dad owned a plumbing company, so he was fairly well-set. They eventually unravelled the mystery of our birthdates and dissimilarity, and it seemed that Keith was quite charmed by Alex and glad she was my sister, not my girlfriend as he’d suspected.

How little he understood!

We made it back on time to get our keys. The awkwardness of first-time roommate meetings were avoided, at least for me, and we helped Keith unload his stuff, since everything I had could be contained in a single bag. He’d not packed light, but promised to occupy as little space as possible until he could secure accommodations elsewhere. We bade his dad a safe journey back to Devon, then went to see if Alex’s roommate had arrived.

Alex found the door to her room open. Aha! Someone with a key had arrived. She went in with a knock on the door frame. Keith and I traipsed behind her. If my jaw dropped, it wasn’t supposed to, and if my eyes went wide open with my eyebrows trying to climb off my head altogether, then it was entirely without my permission. Sam was about Alex’s height, with short black hair that was full-bodied, and a figure to match. She was plump in all the right places, but that was irrelevant – she was stunningly cute! She had the prettiest face and smile I’d seen in a long time.

She really was adorable. She had a little line on her upper lip like she’d perhaps had hairlip surgery as an infant, or maybe been ill-treated by an unfriendly cat as a child, but it didn’t matter. Her face was not perfect at all, but she was just so fucking CUTE! She had big, friendly eyes, a lovely smile, a sweet demeanour, and her laugh was a joyful tinkle that always seemed to be bubbling up in her. Freckles – check. Shapely lips – check. Hiding in her hair all shy and nervous like she was dying to be shagged but too unsure of herself to ask – check, check, check!

I remained as composed as possible. Any malfunctions of my jaw muscles, eyebrows, or eyelids were quickly overridden with a smile. She was from Manchester and sounded it, but when she turned to pick her suitcase off Alex’s bed my knob almost snapped with the force of my instant erection. She might have had a few extra pounds but she kept them in ALL the right places. I had to step into the hallway and politely say ‘hi’ to a few other new students as they walked past, but I wasn’t really there – I was just a Nick-shaped shell – because my mind was still stuck in that room, staring at Sam’s eminently edible bum. I vowed, in my heart, that Sam would be on my knob by the end of the academic year… or week, if possible.

Keith came back out. “She seems very nice. Can’t understand a bloody word she’s saying, though,” he said in a feigned Received Pronunciation accent.

“You’re lucky I’m not talking Geordie,” I said with an eye-roll. To be honest, I only did so around other native speakers, and after I’d had a few jars.

We went out for a drink at seven, after dinner in the Cafeteria. Keith wanted to try somewhere other than the pub we’d been in for lunch, so we walked into town. The Frog and Parrot sounded good. It had some interesting beers that were actually brewed on the premises. Alex and I could hold our booze, but poor innocent Sam and unworldly Keith got altogether quite squiffy. When a place sells its strongest beer only in third-pint glasses… you don’t buy three then pour them all into a single pint for chugging – a general rule that they didn’t appreciate.

We helped them make it back to halls. I escorted Sam and Alex helped a very floppy Keith. About halfway back, Keith needed to go shout for Ralph over someone’s garden wall, and while he was being comforted by Alex, Sam and I leaned up against a gatepost and got friendly.

“I’m not a slut,” she slurred, “But… you’re very cute.” I smiled and kissed her beer-breath lips. Ooh, she was such a sumptuous kisser. Her lips were very mobile and she wasn’t afraid to use a bit of tongue… a lot of tongue, in fact. She lifted her arms up around my neck as we kissed, which also lifted her blouse up. I put my hands on her sides and then her back as we ate face. I felt the back of her bra and found it was one of those soft, stretchy, slip-on jobs. I followed the line of her seam around and cupped her curvaceous breasts in my hands, giving them a squeeze.

“Oops,” she laughed. “You found my tits.”

“They weren’t hard to miss, Sam,” I told her. “By which I mean… they’re spectacular.”

“Thank you,” she drawled, not quite so shy any more. “I hate to be forward, but… do you have a big knob?” Before I could answer, she said, “That’s the only disadvantage of being a girl. Everyone sees my knockers, but I don’t get to see their… ‘cockers’,” she snorted and laughed.

She lowered her arms, claiming it was chilly. I put mine around her, but that had been her cunning plan all along. She lowered her hands and unfastened my top button, unzipped my jeans and slid her hands in to grope my knob through my underwear. “This is fair, isn’t it? You felt my boobs.” She gasped. “Ooo, you do have a big one!” She kissed me again, then said, “Do you think your sister would mind swapping rooms tonight?”

“Why swap?” I asked. She stared at me like I hadn’t understood and was trying to find a saucy way to explain her request, when I said, “She’d probably want join in.”

Sam spurted a sloppy laugh out, then stopped. She looked at me and tilted her head. “Are you serious?”

“Alex?” I called over to her. “You mind if I stay in your room tonight? Sam would like the company.”

“That’s fine,” she called back. “Might need a little help with rag-doll, here. I think he’s passed out.” Uh oh. Last thing we needed was a dead fresher before Freshers’ Week even started. Sam zipped me up again then she and I went over to help lug the lightweight (who wasn’t actually that light) back to Woodville. While we put him on his bed Sam sat on mine, feeling a little dizzy.

“You think we should get him in bed properly?” Alex asked, grinning indecently.

“I’ll do it,” I said. She would have had too much fun and that wouldn’t have been nice, since he’d not have been ‘there’ for it. I took his shoes off and undid his trousers. The girls sat and giggled.

“I bet you five pounds he fondles Keith’s knob,” Alex whispered to Sam.

“No! Are you joking?” Sam gasped.

“I heard that,” I told them. “Take the bet quick, Sam,” I said, but she was too slow.

I pulled his slacks down without going anywhere near his privates, then folded them neatly and hung them in the cupboard. The girls got a good look at Mister Floppy – by which, I mean Keith, not his knob, since he had on some nice baby-blue, silk boxers. I helped get his shirt off, and got the impression that he was slightly conscious. I hung that up as well, then pulled the covers over him. I relieved him of his glasses, as well, and put them on our shared desk.

He rolled on his side. Good – at least he wouldn’t choke on his puke if he hurled in the night. He blew a half-conscious goodnight kiss that made the girls titter.

“Oh, go-on, give him a kiss,” Alex urged. I stood and smiled, shaking my head. Alex got up and took Sam’s hand. “You need me to take your clothes off and put you to bed as well?” She asked her, grinning. “In that order.”

“Are you not staying here?” Sam said, surprised. She thought I’d been joking. “I thought you fancied him.”

“I do, rather, but he’s no use in that condition,” she said and grasped Sam’s boobs. “You’d be much more fun to play with.” She gave them a good squeeze.

A cautious-but-disbelieving smile crossed Sam’s face. “Are you fucking with me?”

“Not yet,” Alex winked. “But when we get up to our room, I sincerely hope to be.” Sam grinned at that and put her hands on Alex’s, pulling them harder into her ample breasts.

We walked up the stairs because it was only three flights. I followed Sam so I could admire her bum in tight leggings, and it looked to me that she was admiring Alex’s in hers. We got to the room. Nobody else was about, so we slipped inside unobserved.

Alex drew the curtains, showing off her bum as she reached, then turned back to us. “Here’s the thing, Sam,” she said. “I’m bi and Nick’s bi, but… are you?”

Sam slowly smiled. “That would set me in the middle, so… yes… as of now, I’m bisexual!”

Something I hadn’t really noticed about Sam – heard it, but it hadn’t registered – was that she had a very slight lisp. Listening to her talk in the quiet of their room, without music, noise, or traffic in the background, it struck me how lovely it was. In fact Sam was just dripping with cute all over. I just wanted to get my lips on every inch of her and lap her up.

I stepped up behind her and put my arms around her waist – which was quite slim because she had a nice hourglass figure – and kissed her neck. Her hair tickled but it was fairly thick – short, down to her chin, and wavy. As I kissed her, Alex came up and put her arms around Sam as well. She kissed Sam on the lips, and I knew the treat she was in for. Sam kissed her back with her soft, vigorous style that was sure to make Alex’s heart skip.

I moved my hands up under her shirt and Alex moved hers down into Sam’s pants. Sam moaned, loving all the attention. I kissed Sam’s neck as I lifted her shirt and soft, stretchy bra, until I had to stop to lift it over her head. I held her arms there and stroked down them, feeling the smoothness of her armpits. “Did you have your underarms waxed?” I asked as I nibbled her ear.

She gave a small laugh. “Yep. I had EVERYTHING done. I wanted to make a good impression.”

“You wanted to have sex,” Alex said, pulling Sam’s leggings down to her thighs.

Sam laughed, raucously this time. “Yes!” She said, “But I didn’t think it’d happen on the first night.”

“What about the second and the third, and every night after that?” I asked her. “That’s our plan, and it can be yours too, if you like.” I cupped her breasts in my hands and felt her erect nipples.

She hung her head backwards, smiling. “That would be delicious!” She said, then she squeaked in surprise as Alex drew her knickers down. They were cotton, plain pink, and not as sexy as they could have been given her wide-hipped figure. She had so much loveliness to show off, she really needed lingerie to do it.

“Oh! You DID wax,” Alex said, placing a kiss on Sam’s fulsome mound. “I love waxed girls, and so does my brother.” She stood and fondled Sam between her legs. “Mmm – so silky smooth. Oh, you gotta try this, bro.”

Alex kissed Sam as I lowered my hands, stroking down her torso to her tummy, and then down her abdomen to her triangle-of-Venus, feeling the shape and silkiness of it. Her tummy was smooth and rounded: cuddly, but not fat. She was well-proportioned and soft, and while she had some baby-fat on her, it didn’t roll or overhang. She had a lovely shape – it was just larger in all dimensions. Sam breathed heavily as she and Alex snogged. She lowered her arms, wanting to feel and not just be felt. She found Alex’s small breasts and stroked them, feeling their shape and gentle curvature.

She gasped. “Do you have… piercings?” She said. Alex nodded and smiled at her. “Oh, my God! That’s so hot! Did they hurt?”

“A moment of pain and a lifetime of pleasure. ‘Hurt’ is relative,” Alex answered, with great wisdom. “Why do you want to know? Are you interested in hearing about the pain, or have you considered them?”

“Oh, fuck, yes… but I’m big baby when it comes to needles. I don’t even have pierced ears.” Again, another thing I’d observed but not really noticed. I must have been tipsy.

Alex pushed up against her, rubbing her nipples against Sam’s breasts through her shirt. As she did so, Sam giggled and Alex unfastened my pants, easing my zip down. I made a little space between Sam’s bum and my front, so Alex could unzip me. I pulled my legs closer together and let my jeans drop. Alex had picked out lots of undies for me, and I was wearing a pair of skimpy briefs that she liked. She pulled the sides of them down, too.

I distracted Sam with circular massaging motions on her mound, feeling for her clitoris, as Alex kissed her. My undies slipped down and Alex took hold of my knob. She started stroking me as she fondled Sam’s bum.

Sam stopped kissing. She turned her head to see where Alex’s right hand was. “Are you playing with his cock?”

Alex smiled and let go, then stood back. She took her shirt off, letting Sam see the piercings in her nipples and tummy-button, then she pulled her own panties and leggings down to let Sam see her own waxed, hairless mound. “Like I said, Nick loves a smooth pussy.”

“You’re fucking your brother?” Sam said, aghast.

“Not presently, but tonight WE are fucking my brother,” she said, grinning.

Sam glanced back at me to see I was smiling knowingly. She said to Alex, “He wasn’t kidding when he said you’d want to join in.”

Alex stepped up and hugged her. “You’re so lovely Sam, but… you’re the one joining in. If you hadn’t been here I’d be fucking him all by myself right now.”

I kissed Sam’s ear and said, “First night, second night, and every night after…”

Alex took Sam and laid her on the bed, then got between her legs. She started licking and sucking on her vulva, kissing it softly and then licking it firmly. Sam propped herself up on her elbows and stared, open-mouthed, watching Alex eat her pussy. When I took my jeans and undies off the rest of the way, she did a double take and smiled with delight at my knob. I took my shirt off and she gasped.