Buffy Part 3: Dawn and the Triplets
Starring Michelle Trachtenberg as Dawn Summers
Written by GeeJay
Written by GeeJay
Dawn Summers ambled down the high walled lane in search of new places to explore. She was on her own today. Willow and Tara were off visiting some boring old art gallery or was it a boring old museum? Either way it wasn't Dawn's scene. Buffy was just plain relaxing in the garden of Giles's place and Xander was on the Net swapping gushy gushy with Anya.
So Dawn was left to her own devices. To be honest she was slightly bored. The town was nice, but of a size that meant you could pretty much explore it in half a day. Even the shops were of the books and antiques type. No serious clothes stores.
She continued down the lane cheering herself up with memories of the last couple of days that had seen her friends all get soaked to the skin. First there had been poor old Buffy and Xander coming home drenched after falling in the river courtesy of three local yobbettes. Then yesterday had seen Willow and Tara come in like drowned rats claiming they'd been caught in a supernatural downpour produced by an old man with a metal plate in his head!
Yeah, right. There hadn't been a cloud in the sky yesterday, supernatural or otherwise. Dawn was worldly wise enough to recognise the look that passed between Buffy and Xander. Obviously some wet lesbian sex games had gone on there!
Dawn stopped to read a leaflet pasted to a lamppost. It was advertising some festival for tomorrow. Must be the one Giles had been on about earlier. Well at least it might make a bit of a distraction. She was about to move on when coming from behind one of the garden walls along the path she heard the sound of yelling and splashing.
Curious she went to the source of the sound and on tiptoe managed to look over the garden wall. She was surprised at what she saw. In the garden was a modest swimming pool, which surprised Dawn slightly because she didn't think it was worth having outdoor pools in England given the dodgy climate. However what caught her eye more than the pool was the young lad about her age hauling himself out of it. He was fully clothed, white t-shirt clinging to his body and showing his well-muscled back through the material. As he got further out so she saw he was wearing jeans and she admired the way they clung gleaming to his legs.
Also stood by the side of the pool was a girl also of about her age. She too had been in the pool because the short blue summer dress she was wearing was sodden and clinging to her well-proportioned body.
The boy was now out of the pool completely and he stood at the poolside with the water running down his t-shirt and jeans forming a puddle at his bare feet. He rubbed his hands over his face and then pulled at the sodden t-shirt before running his hands over the thighs of his clinging denims. Dawn watched absorbed as his action squeezed water out of the material. She also noticed a bulge in his groin that was emphasised by the wet denim clinging tightly around his crotch.
Oh God I think I may have died and gone to heaven, Dawn thought and was so absorbed that she failed to hear the sound of someone approaching from behind. The first she realised was when strong arms closed around her waist and she found herself being carried to the gate that led into the garden.
Dawn was too startled at first to do anything other than yelp in surprise as whoever was holding her shoved the gate open with their foot. As they entered the garden the two around the pool looked up surprised at what was coming their way.
By now Dawn had recovered some poise and was kicking uselessly and trying to wriggle free, punching at the strong arms that encircled her, but the grip around her was too strong. As she got closer to the pair her captor spoke. He had a strong voice that was full of the local accent.
"Look at what I found spying on your lunchbox Stevo."
Lunchbox? What the hell was he on about? And then the wet boy stared at his crotch and Dawn realised what lunchbox was a euphemism for. Her cheeks burned red.
"Perhaps we should cool this little minx down, eh?"
Dawn knew what that meant. She struggled a little harder but it was no good.
"I play prop for the university rugger team my love," her captor said. "I've kept hold of bigger fish than you. You're a tiddler compared to the sharks I come up against every week."
Then the girl spoke. "Davey, put her down."
"Ah come on Davina..."
The wet boy said, "Down, Davey."
The grip around her midriff was released and Dawn gratefully stood on solid ground about five feet away from the pool edge. Davey came to stand by Davina and so Dawn saw him for the first time. She blinked in surprise. He was the spitting image of the wet boy. Twins! And now she looked at the girl close up she saw that there was a strong resemblance between her and the boys...
"Triplets," Davina said, as if reading her mind.
"Right," Dawn said.
"American?" Davina asked on hearing Dawn's voice for the first time.
Dawn nodded.
"You wouldn't be one of the group staying with Rupert would you?"
So she knew Giles and well enough to use his first name. A little trickle of relief ran through Dawns body.
"Yes."
"So are you Duffy?"
"'Buffy' and no, I'm Dawn her sister."
Davey raised an eyebrow. "Buffy? Is that a name or a sexual act I've missed out on?"
Dawn gave him her best glare, but it was water off a ducks back.
"Well that would have made us popular dunking a guest of a family friend," Davina said.
Suddenly Dawn felt a lot more confident and also strangely at ease with the trio. They gave off an air of relaxed informality.
Steve came to stand beside her. Dawn couldn't keep her eyes off his wet jeans and the way his chest showed through the t-shirt. She also liked the noise his clothes made.
"Like the swimming costume?" he asked, a teasing tone in his voice, which was identical to his brother's. Look-a-like, speak-a-like.
"Stop teasing," Davina scolded.
"It's OK," Dawn said. "Actually I do like the costume. Kinda cool."
Steve grinned and Dawn felt her heart give an extra beat.
"So do you always go swimming in your clothes?" Dawn asked.
"Only when I know there's an American beauty around to admire me."
Dawn felt her cheeks begin to redden again.
Davina came beside her. "Didn't your sister and her boyfriend get wet the other day? I heard she beat the shit out of some silly cow who tipped her out of a punt."
Dawn noticed a new look of interest in the brother's eyes. "Actually it wasn't her boyfriend, just a good friend and yes she did teach the silly cow a lesson. And if we'd have been at home Buffy would have probably staked...um..." she trailed off hoping the trio wouldn't pick up on her slip.
"And on the subject of wet things, I tell you what I saw crossing the fields yesterday," Davey said, "Two lovely fillies. One had the most gloriously transparent dress on and the other was more modest, but what a chest to have a wet t-shirt clinging to. If I could have caught them I'd have given them the ride of their lives. Tally-ho!"
Davina and Steve winced. Dawn merely grinned. If only he knew. She wouldn't disappoint him.
"So Dawn," Davey continued. "Do you fancy joining me in a swim while you're here? Cool you down a bit. That's a fine swimming costume you're wearing and I must confess to being intrigued by the "Dingoes Ate My Baby" logo on your shirt."
Dawn looked at her black sweatshirt. "Group back home. My friend used to go out with one of members"ex-members."
"Great name. Music's probably crap, but great name. So do you fancy a swim?"
To her surprise Dawn fond herself nodding. Judging by the looks on the faces of Steve and Davina they were also surprised.
"Why not?"
Davey grabbed her right hand and together they ran and jumped into the pool. Dawn gave a yell as she took off. As she left solid ground behind her and was fully committed to the soaking she belatedly thought of the effect the dunking would have on her black sweatshirt, denim mini skirt, black hose and trainers.
And then she hit the water, going under completely. She thrilled as the water soaked through her clothing. She stayed submerged for a moment before kicking to the surface. When she broke the water the first sensation to hit her was the feel of her plastered sweatshirt clinging to her and dragging down. As she lifted her arms out of the pool the sleeves were heavy with water and she giggled as it poured out of the arms. Curiously she looked down at her chest. However the sweatshirt was baggy enough and her breasts not large enough for her to look like Davina where the thinner material of her summer dress and more ample bosom emphasised her charms rather more!
Dawn's feet found the bottom of the pool and she stood. The water came to just below her breasts. She waded to one side of the pool feeling her feet sliding in her trainers as the nylon of her hose tried to grip against the inside of the shoe.
Before she reached the side Davey came up behind her and dunked her under again. Dawn emerged spluttering. The boy had a big grin on his face. His blue and white stripped rugby shirt hung off his body. He passed her and like his brother before him hauled himself out of the pool. He virtually had his soaked denim clad butt in Dawn's face as he did so. She took in the sight with no complaints at all.
Then she got out of the pool using the ladder. She realised all eyes were on her as she began to climb out of the embrace of the pool. Now she did start to feel just a little self-conscious. She kept her gaze fixed straight ahead as she solely emerged from the water. She gave a little gasp as water poured off her sweatshirt. She became aware of how it hung heavily off her body and how little rivulets of water were running down her skin.
Her skirt had turned a darker shade of blue and shone with the effect of the wet. Dawn also became aware of how the water was running down the insides of her thighs from her soaked underwear. Her hose clung to her legs and when she set foot on the poolside water squelched out of her waterlogged trainers. Eww...
She stood stiff limbed with a sheepish grin on her face. The triplets grinned right back.
Davey said, "Well we could all stand here getting cold or we could all jump in again."
With that the triplets leapt back into the pool. Dawn shrugged her shoulders, turned and jumped. Just before she hit the water again she did briefly wonder what poor old Giles would make of yet another of his guests leaving a wet trail through his house to the bathroom....
So Dawn was left to her own devices. To be honest she was slightly bored. The town was nice, but of a size that meant you could pretty much explore it in half a day. Even the shops were of the books and antiques type. No serious clothes stores.
She continued down the lane cheering herself up with memories of the last couple of days that had seen her friends all get soaked to the skin. First there had been poor old Buffy and Xander coming home drenched after falling in the river courtesy of three local yobbettes. Then yesterday had seen Willow and Tara come in like drowned rats claiming they'd been caught in a supernatural downpour produced by an old man with a metal plate in his head!
Yeah, right. There hadn't been a cloud in the sky yesterday, supernatural or otherwise. Dawn was worldly wise enough to recognise the look that passed between Buffy and Xander. Obviously some wet lesbian sex games had gone on there!
Dawn stopped to read a leaflet pasted to a lamppost. It was advertising some festival for tomorrow. Must be the one Giles had been on about earlier. Well at least it might make a bit of a distraction. She was about to move on when coming from behind one of the garden walls along the path she heard the sound of yelling and splashing.
Curious she went to the source of the sound and on tiptoe managed to look over the garden wall. She was surprised at what she saw. In the garden was a modest swimming pool, which surprised Dawn slightly because she didn't think it was worth having outdoor pools in England given the dodgy climate. However what caught her eye more than the pool was the young lad about her age hauling himself out of it. He was fully clothed, white t-shirt clinging to his body and showing his well-muscled back through the material. As he got further out so she saw he was wearing jeans and she admired the way they clung gleaming to his legs.
Also stood by the side of the pool was a girl also of about her age. She too had been in the pool because the short blue summer dress she was wearing was sodden and clinging to her well-proportioned body.
The boy was now out of the pool completely and he stood at the poolside with the water running down his t-shirt and jeans forming a puddle at his bare feet. He rubbed his hands over his face and then pulled at the sodden t-shirt before running his hands over the thighs of his clinging denims. Dawn watched absorbed as his action squeezed water out of the material. She also noticed a bulge in his groin that was emphasised by the wet denim clinging tightly around his crotch.
Oh God I think I may have died and gone to heaven, Dawn thought and was so absorbed that she failed to hear the sound of someone approaching from behind. The first she realised was when strong arms closed around her waist and she found herself being carried to the gate that led into the garden.
Dawn was too startled at first to do anything other than yelp in surprise as whoever was holding her shoved the gate open with their foot. As they entered the garden the two around the pool looked up surprised at what was coming their way.
By now Dawn had recovered some poise and was kicking uselessly and trying to wriggle free, punching at the strong arms that encircled her, but the grip around her was too strong. As she got closer to the pair her captor spoke. He had a strong voice that was full of the local accent.
"Look at what I found spying on your lunchbox Stevo."
Lunchbox? What the hell was he on about? And then the wet boy stared at his crotch and Dawn realised what lunchbox was a euphemism for. Her cheeks burned red.
"Perhaps we should cool this little minx down, eh?"
Dawn knew what that meant. She struggled a little harder but it was no good.
"I play prop for the university rugger team my love," her captor said. "I've kept hold of bigger fish than you. You're a tiddler compared to the sharks I come up against every week."
Then the girl spoke. "Davey, put her down."
"Ah come on Davina..."
The wet boy said, "Down, Davey."
The grip around her midriff was released and Dawn gratefully stood on solid ground about five feet away from the pool edge. Davey came to stand by Davina and so Dawn saw him for the first time. She blinked in surprise. He was the spitting image of the wet boy. Twins! And now she looked at the girl close up she saw that there was a strong resemblance between her and the boys...
"Triplets," Davina said, as if reading her mind.
"Right," Dawn said.
"American?" Davina asked on hearing Dawn's voice for the first time.
Dawn nodded.
"You wouldn't be one of the group staying with Rupert would you?"
So she knew Giles and well enough to use his first name. A little trickle of relief ran through Dawns body.
"Yes."
"So are you Duffy?"
"'Buffy' and no, I'm Dawn her sister."
Davey raised an eyebrow. "Buffy? Is that a name or a sexual act I've missed out on?"
Dawn gave him her best glare, but it was water off a ducks back.
"Well that would have made us popular dunking a guest of a family friend," Davina said.
Suddenly Dawn felt a lot more confident and also strangely at ease with the trio. They gave off an air of relaxed informality.
Steve came to stand beside her. Dawn couldn't keep her eyes off his wet jeans and the way his chest showed through the t-shirt. She also liked the noise his clothes made.
"Like the swimming costume?" he asked, a teasing tone in his voice, which was identical to his brother's. Look-a-like, speak-a-like.
"Stop teasing," Davina scolded.
"It's OK," Dawn said. "Actually I do like the costume. Kinda cool."
Steve grinned and Dawn felt her heart give an extra beat.
"So do you always go swimming in your clothes?" Dawn asked.
"Only when I know there's an American beauty around to admire me."
Dawn felt her cheeks begin to redden again.
Davina came beside her. "Didn't your sister and her boyfriend get wet the other day? I heard she beat the shit out of some silly cow who tipped her out of a punt."
Dawn noticed a new look of interest in the brother's eyes. "Actually it wasn't her boyfriend, just a good friend and yes she did teach the silly cow a lesson. And if we'd have been at home Buffy would have probably staked...um..." she trailed off hoping the trio wouldn't pick up on her slip.
"And on the subject of wet things, I tell you what I saw crossing the fields yesterday," Davey said, "Two lovely fillies. One had the most gloriously transparent dress on and the other was more modest, but what a chest to have a wet t-shirt clinging to. If I could have caught them I'd have given them the ride of their lives. Tally-ho!"
Davina and Steve winced. Dawn merely grinned. If only he knew. She wouldn't disappoint him.
"So Dawn," Davey continued. "Do you fancy joining me in a swim while you're here? Cool you down a bit. That's a fine swimming costume you're wearing and I must confess to being intrigued by the "Dingoes Ate My Baby" logo on your shirt."
Dawn looked at her black sweatshirt. "Group back home. My friend used to go out with one of members"ex-members."
"Great name. Music's probably crap, but great name. So do you fancy a swim?"
To her surprise Dawn fond herself nodding. Judging by the looks on the faces of Steve and Davina they were also surprised.
"Why not?"
Davey grabbed her right hand and together they ran and jumped into the pool. Dawn gave a yell as she took off. As she left solid ground behind her and was fully committed to the soaking she belatedly thought of the effect the dunking would have on her black sweatshirt, denim mini skirt, black hose and trainers.
And then she hit the water, going under completely. She thrilled as the water soaked through her clothing. She stayed submerged for a moment before kicking to the surface. When she broke the water the first sensation to hit her was the feel of her plastered sweatshirt clinging to her and dragging down. As she lifted her arms out of the pool the sleeves were heavy with water and she giggled as it poured out of the arms. Curiously she looked down at her chest. However the sweatshirt was baggy enough and her breasts not large enough for her to look like Davina where the thinner material of her summer dress and more ample bosom emphasised her charms rather more!
Dawn's feet found the bottom of the pool and she stood. The water came to just below her breasts. She waded to one side of the pool feeling her feet sliding in her trainers as the nylon of her hose tried to grip against the inside of the shoe.
Before she reached the side Davey came up behind her and dunked her under again. Dawn emerged spluttering. The boy had a big grin on his face. His blue and white stripped rugby shirt hung off his body. He passed her and like his brother before him hauled himself out of the pool. He virtually had his soaked denim clad butt in Dawn's face as he did so. She took in the sight with no complaints at all.
Then she got out of the pool using the ladder. She realised all eyes were on her as she began to climb out of the embrace of the pool. Now she did start to feel just a little self-conscious. She kept her gaze fixed straight ahead as she solely emerged from the water. She gave a little gasp as water poured off her sweatshirt. She became aware of how it hung heavily off her body and how little rivulets of water were running down her skin.
Her skirt had turned a darker shade of blue and shone with the effect of the wet. Dawn also became aware of how the water was running down the insides of her thighs from her soaked underwear. Her hose clung to her legs and when she set foot on the poolside water squelched out of her waterlogged trainers. Eww...
She stood stiff limbed with a sheepish grin on her face. The triplets grinned right back.
Davey said, "Well we could all stand here getting cold or we could all jump in again."
With that the triplets leapt back into the pool. Dawn shrugged her shoulders, turned and jumped. Just before she hit the water again she did briefly wonder what poor old Giles would make of yet another of his guests leaving a wet trail through his house to the bathroom....
In Part 4...
Willow meets a familiar old face and consequently suffers a witches fate from days of old.