It had seemed a short summer, but winter comes early in Scotland. October arrives in a rush, the nights draw in and leave the frost and dew to welcome the sun.
Gemma and Lucie had spent a lonely month at their parent’s house in the Highlands. In the heat of the night they’d tossed and turned alone in their beds while they dreamed of their boyfriends’ smooth backs, their broad shoulders and their strong arms wrapped around them. The sisters desperately needed to fill the void in their loveless nights. It was Lucie who came up with the idea – something that would have shocked their parents, something that took the edge off their boredom, and something that was wickedly naughty. A horse race over the sands at dawn. But with a twist.
They slid out of bed at four thirty and crept downstairs for muesli, yoghurt and coffee. Dawn was breaking as they opened the stable door and stripped off their clothes. With a low whistle they summoned their horses and mounted them between their bare legs. The animals trotted into the mist like phantoms gliding in the early morning light. Their big brown eyes were black holes against their white bodies. Their breath was frosty in the cold morning and their legs stirred up the mist like a Gothic movie.
They grasped their horses’ manes in the same way that they ran their fingers through their boyfriends’ hair, and with a tap of their heels they trotted off towards the beach. When they reached the bleached sands they urged their chargers into a gallop and raced the two miles to the cliff beneath the lighthouse. Gemma won by a length and they came to rest with their lips puckering and quivering and their chests heaving with each short sharp breath. They both looked flushed, excited and orgasmic with their mounts rhythmically pulsating between their knees. All four were panting with pleasure, an eerie sight enveloped in a mist of steamy sweat mixed with the warm breath of the horses in the cold air. The two sisters looked at each other like lovers and simultaneously burst into laughter.
Gemma turned towards the sun that hovered just above the horizon and waded into the surf. Lucie followed and the two of them slowly walked their mounts back to their parent’s house in silence. They were both still looking thoughtful when they got back to the stables and spent the next half hour rubbing down their chargers with bristle brushes before they saw to themselves. They were both hot and took it in turns to use the towel on each other to briskly wipe off the salt from the sea and the sweat from their exercise.
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From an idea conjured up by a love poem – The Sisters by Roy Campbell
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