It's Practically What Uncles Are For - Catherine's Epilogue - an ever so slightly kinky addition to a romantic story by WTSman So what happened to Catherine, Hannah, George and Colin? This is a very special, personal epilogue for a favourite friend. She let me publish it for all to enjoy. You can read this story "stand-alone", but it will make much more sense if you read "It's Practically What Uncles Are For" first. _________________________________________________ Chapter 1 The phone started ringing just as Hannah had gotten the baby to sleep. She straightened up her aching back, tiptoed out of the nursery and hurried - as much as she was able to these days - towards the phone in the master bedroom, wondering if she would be too late. But the caller was persistent and Hannah picked up the phone. "Hamsun - it's Hannah," she said. "Hannah darling, I'm glad I caught you home," came Joanna's voice. "How's my God-son doing?" "Very well, very well indeed," Hannah replied happily. "I just put him down for a nap. And how is mine?" "Sean is being a pest!" Joanna said - though very fondly. "He has swapped day and night in order to have quality time with his dad. Dave and I both look like death warmed up from lack of sleep. None of his siblings have ever done this. I swear if he had been the first he would have been an only child!" Hannah chuckled. "Just as well you are an old hand at this. I was stupid enough to think I knew all about babies, being a neo-natal nurse. Ha! I knew nothing. But Bernhard is really a remarkably easy baby, George tells me, especially when Colin is around. Apparently he was a night-owl too." Joanna laughed too. "Possibly it is just because I'm getting older; Helen was in her late thirties too when she had Colin. Stands to reason it can't be as easy as when you were in your mid twenties." Hannah agreed. She had never felt uncomfortable talking about her late aunt and mother of her step-son. "And is little sister behaving too?" Joanna asked lightly. "Depends how you define that," Hannah replied. "She is very active and I am big as a barn even if there are nearly two months to go - always provided the scanning was accurate. We have frankly no idea when we made her. Or how for that matter. I've been breastfeeding Bernhard around the clock, so pregnancy was supposed to be impossible." "Sweetheart you always know how babies are made," Joanna teased. "And it would just seem you are incredibly fertile if full breastfeeding couldn't suppress your ovulation." "True," Hannah agreed. "And at least they shan't be Irish twins." "No, that's right," Joanna said. "But otherwise, it is a jolly good thing you get them so quickly in succession - George is not exactly young, is he?" Hannah agreed. Her husband was past 50, but sometimes she was amazed by his stamina - both in bed (she felt herself getting wet just from the thought) and out; he seemed much more capable of handling a sleepless night than she did; when Bernhard cut his first teeth recently it was George who took care of him through the night. "And you're sure it's a girl?" Joanna asked. "Positive," Hannah replied. "It was a high-resolution scan to determine how far along I was and you could see everything, as in everything. It's girl all right. I've started shopping for pink!" "Have you thought of a name for her yet?" Joanna asked "I wanted to call her Helen, but George wasn't quite ready for that," Hannah replied. "And he feared his daughters might be upset." "Hmm, yes, that's a point," Joanna conceded. She had been Helen's closest friend and heartbroken when she died. "What names did he suggest then?" "Quite a few, actually - and many of them are lovely, so I said we'd just have to keep on making babies until we've used them all," Hannah chuckled, "but our current favourite is Elizabeth." "Yes, that is lovely," Joanna said. "One of Dave's sisters is called Elizabeth. If Sean had been a girl we might have named her Elizabeth." They talked for a while. Despite the age difference they had always found it easy to talk. Having babies at the same time obviously provided an almost endless number of subjects, but they also talked about lots of other things. "So anyway, "Joanna said half an hour later, "I have a favour to ask. It's Fiona's Ballet in Brighton this weekend again. Sean is coming, of course and so is Liam for once, but Catherine is, if possible, less keen to go this year than ever before." "And you still don't want her to spend the weekend with Thomas?" Hannah asked in a teasing voice. "Actually, I would have OK'ed that. She's 15 now and on the pill after all, but no - that's not an option. It came to a crashing halt a couple of weeks ago. Apparently the young man got tired of waiting and started being pushy, so Catherine sent him packing." "That was very mature of her," Hannah said with approval. "That's what I told her too," Joanna agreed, "As I said, she's 15, but I swear she is more mature than Thomas' 18. It was like he had stalled at wherever he was so she simply outgrew him." "Was she very upset?" Hannah asked. "Not really," Joanna replied. "Mainly angry. And slightly bemused. She told me she was slowly coming round to the idea of being ready to take it to the next level, but then he jumped the gun. It's like he would have gotten what he wanted if he had waited just a little longer." "Serves him right," Hannah said with a laugh. "Pushy boys only deserve dates with their right hands." Joanna laughed too. "True! Anyway," she added, "I know you have a baby and another one very nearly there and all, but could you possibly manage to have Catherine this weekend?" "We'd love to have her. She is never any trouble, quite the opposite - she is so sweet and helpful," Hannah said. "And she would be a real help this weekend; George will be in Norway - he leaves tomorrow - so it's only Colin and Bernhard and me." "Fine," Joanna said. "We'll drop in on the way to Brighton on Saturday morning. It will be fairly early, I fear." "No worries," Hannah said. "Catherine is unlikely to faint from seeing us in our PJs." "Hardly!" Joanna agreed drily. "She was never one to be shy." "No, shy she's not," Hannah agreed - from personal experience. "Colin used to be, but he is getting less so. Oh, and by the way: You will eat with us Sunday evening, right?" "We don't want to put you out," Joanna faltered. "Rubbish!" Hannah replied. "We're going to eat anyway. Please do stay." "We'd love to," Joanna agreed gratefully and ended the call. Chapter 2 When Dave and Joanna delivered a bleary eyed Catherine on Saturday morning Hannah and Colin were up, but they were indeed still in PJs. Colin was sitting in the kitchen feeding his little brother baby-porridge but got up when Hannah and Catherine entered. "There was a rumbling from his stomach just now," Colin said, "followed by that sound in his nappy. I'll go change him." "Thanks sweetheart," Hannah said. "Catherine and I will fix breakfast." "Yuck," Catherine said. "I just lost my appetite." "Don't worry," Hannah said. "We're not serving pumpkin soup." Catherine turned almost green. "I'm not so sure I want babies anymore. It was bad enough when they are breastfed only, but when Mum started Sean on solids it got even worse." "Honey, once you have your own babies you won't mind," Hannah said. They got breakfast ready - Catherine had been too sleepy to eat when they got up back in London, so she was hungry too. Colin deftly ate his breakfast while spoon feeding his little brother at the same time, giving Hannah a chance to eat and relax. Catherine caught herself studying Colin with renewed interest. He was almost exactly 9 months younger than her - the joke was George and Helen had come to see Catherine when new-born and had gone straight back to the hotel to make Colin. But over summer he had outgrown her by nearly a head. She glanced at his PJ bottoms that seemed fairly tight; it was obviously not only in height he had grown. He was completely flaccid she could tell - but packing more volume than her ex boyfriend. Much more. She realised that Hannah was looking at where she was looking and blushed. Luckily Colin didn't notice and Hannah only winked but didn't comment. After breakfast Catherine looked after Bernhard while Hannah had a shower and Colin got dressed. The little boy was around 3 months younger than her youngest brother but not much smaller - and he was at that happy-go-lucky age where any 'adult' will do, so he was quite content to be with Catherine. When his little hand fondled her breast she got goose bumps all over. He was clearly 'searching'. "I haven't got anything for you in my boobs little man," she said fondly and successfully distracted him with a rattle. Hannah and Colin reappeared almost simultaneously. They just hung out all morning, talking about this and that. Catherine got Colin to tell about his school - an exceedingly expensive and prestigious school nearby. "Do you like it?" Catherine asked point-blank. "Oh yeah, I like it," Colin said with conviction. "It's a bit strange having no girls there except the 6th formers, but otherwise I like it well enough." "So you never see like, any girls your own age?" Catherine asked. "Oh, I do - there are quiet a few in the village and plenty where I dance. I think there must be five girls for every boy," Colin replied with a smug grin. "You dance?" Catherine asked - there were obviously a lot of things she didn't know about Colin. "And how!" Hannah interjected. "The Hamsun men are fabulous dancers. The girls at the dance studio fight over Colin!" "Oh!" Catherine said, slightly disconcerted that she wouldn't be nearly as much of a rarity in Colin's eyes as she had expected. She led the conversation back to the school. "Is it very swotty?" she asked "Fairly - people seem pretty focused," Colin replied. "So unlike my old school in Oslo where it was considered uncool to have done your homework!" "And how are you doing?" she asked. Colin was completely bilingual, but he had only started school in England a little over a year ago and Catherine thought it would be difficult. "I'm doing OK," Colin said modestly. "By 'OK' Colin means he aces every test and gets top grades in every subject except written English - and the latter is improving all the time," his proud step-mother - and second cousin incidentally - interjected. "Speaking of which," Colin said with a grin, "I have an English essay I need to write. I'd better get started." He got up and went upstairs to his room. Both Hannah and Catherine were following him with their eyes. "You know," Hannah said. "A year ago he would have blushed and stuttered when praised. Now he just grins." "Yeah, he seems to have matured a lot," Catherine said. "Unlike some..." "Your mother told me you and Thomas split up," Hannah said catching the drift. "What happened?" "Oh, I don't know. Thomas was pestering me all the time," Catherine said. "I mean, OK, it's fine being desired and all that, but I wanted to be ready before we went further and he wasn't willing to wait." "Boys can be less mature, you know," Hannah said, "and they do tend to think with their balls - particularly when they want the pressure off." "Oh, I took his pressure off all right," Catherine retorted. "I just didn't let it get in me. He more or less said that if I wouldn't let him fuck me, or at least suck him then I didn't really love him." "Bollocks!" Hannah said. "I hope you told him that was crap!" "I didn't," Catherine said triumphantly. "I told him he was right." "Huh?" Hannah said. "Yes, that's exactly what Thomas said too," Catherine chuckled. "I mean, he was right, in that I didn't really love him. And then I asked him to leave." "Way to go girl!" Hannah said in admiration. She wished she'd been as assertive with boys when she was Catherine's age - or even five years older as she was when she got caught up with Greg, her only ever ex-boyfriend. "But don't you miss him?" she added. "Not really," Catherine replied. "He was an OK kisser, though nowhere near as good as you." That made Hannah blush, remembering that weekend two years ago. "Besides, as I said, I got him off on a regular basis - making one heck of a mess, I might add, but he never managed to get me anywhere near coming. The first few times he touched me was exciting, but he was just too clumsy to make it pleasant and too proud to take instructions." "God, can I relate," Hannah said. "Greg was hopeless. I thought there was something wrong with me. Not anymore." "George is that good?" Catherine grinned. "And how!" Hannah blushed again. "The first time I thought my skull was going to blow off. It still feels that way!" "Well, good for you!" Catherine said and the conversation turned to other matters. Chapter 3 They only saw Colin for lunch - with his phenomenal growth rate he was a voracious eater. But as far as Catherine could see it all got converted to height and muscle; there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. Once more he managed to feed his little brother while eating himself, leaving Hannah free to have her meal. It was a difficult job; Bernhard seemed fussy all of a sudden, but Colin persisted with infinite care and patience. 'He'd make a great dad,' Catherine thought, then blushed as she once more noted Hannah watching her watching Colin. Colin returned to his essay while Hannah and Catherine took Bernhard out in the pram to get him to sleep. They met up with the neighbour, Irene Phillips, who was out on a similar errand with her two kids who were only just over a year apart in age Irene Phillips hero-worshipped Hannah - the older woman was convinced that her little boy owed his life and health to Hannah's care. That success in turn had given her and her husband the courage to try for a sibling. She had been pregnant with her little girl while Hannah was pregnant with Bernhard and they had grown very close. She took a keen interest in her young neighbour and knew all about her friends and extended family. "Hello Hannah," she said brightly, "and hello Catherine. How is your little brother?" Catherine was slightly taken back - she had only ever talked to the woman once (at George and Hannah's wedding) and was amazed that she would remember her name. But Catherine was very polite. "How do you do. He is very well, thank you." That answer would cover both her brothers; Sean hadn't even been born when she last spoke to Mrs. Phillips. "Sean would be around 3 months older than Bernhard wouldn't he?" Irene Phillips inquired, thus establishing which brother she was talking about. Catherine deducted - correctly - that Hannah must have given Mrs. Phillips regular updates about her family. "Yes he is, but Bernhard is nearly as big as he is," Catherine said, demonstrating social skills and graces unusual for her age. Irene Phillips positively beamed. "That would be Hannah's super cream!" she said "Indeed," Catherine said - feeling slightly warm in her cheeks and unaccountably wet in her crotch. They walked down to the village, circumnavigated the church and the pond and returned with 3 sleeping infants not half an hour later. Hannah and Catherine declined an invitation for tea but accepted one for morning coffee the following day. Baby Bernhard's pram got 'parked' in a sheltered spot in the garden, the wireless 'baby spy' was switched on and Hannah Catherine flopped down in the sofas in the living room and continued chatting. They had only been talking for about half an hour when a fitful wail was heard from the 'baby spy' receiver. "Damn," Hannah said softly. "That wasn't nearly long enough little man. He's a little unsettled - he had his MMR jab yesterday." "He seemed fine enough this morning," Catherine said. "Oh, he's not ill as such, but he usually gets a little unsettled a day or so after the jabs," Hannah explained. "What do you do about it?" Catherine asked as they were walking quickly out to the pram. "Easy!" Hannah said as she picked up the crying baby with a grunt. "My 'super cream' usually does the trick." Back in the living room, Hannah quickly and expertly unbuttoned the front of her dress, opened her straining nursing bra and had the baby latched on in seconds. Catherine was staring mesmerised. She knew it was just feeding a baby. She'd seen her mother feed her brother hundreds of times and never thought twice about that. But this whole scene was intensely erotic to her and she felt her panties getting drenched. Her mouth felt dry and she struggled to moisten it enough to speak. "How, um, how does it feel, um nursing I mean?" she asked. Her face started to feel warm. "That depends on which of my boys it is," Hannah said with a glint in her eye. "Does Colin?" Catherine blurted out, shocked to her core. She stopped herself abruptly when she saw the amusement in Hannah's face. "No silly," Hannah laughed. "He's 14, he's my second cousin and I'm married to his father." 'Of course - George!' Catherine's cheeks were burning now; she was sure she must be scarlet with embarrassment. "Sorry!" she mumbled, looking down. "That's OK," Hannah said with a little laugh. "Anyway, when Bernhard feeds it is very, very nice. It makes me feel so close to him and it is quite pleasant. OK, not so when he just cut his teeth - I had to teach him not to bite, but that was easy enough." "But George?" Catherine whispered looking up again. "George can make me come just from suckling on my breasts," Hannah said, looking Catherine straight in the eyes. "He always could - right from the start, but since I started having milk in them I've been getting major orgasms that way. Massive orgasms." Catherine felt her secretions running down her inner thighs. She was horny out of her mind. Bernhard meanwhile, oblivious to the world around him, had fallen asleep again. "Oh you little monkey; that wasn't much of a feed!" Hannah exclaimed. Addressed to Catherine she said "I am so full it is uncomfortable. And he just got my milk to let-down." She opened the bra cup to her other breast, removed a soaked nursing-pad and Catherine watched in fascination as milk was dripping from the nipple in a slow stream. She involuntarily licked her lips Hannah had looked up and caught the movement. "Would you like to try?" she asked. Shyly Catherine nodded. In a trance she moved across the room. She barely sensed that Hannah put the sleeping baby down on the sofa, securing him with a pillow. Catherine knelt down in front of Hannah and tried to find a suitable position. The mechanics was a challenge. "Lie on the sofa and across my lap." Hannah said huskily. Catherine complied, her head resting on Hannah's large belly and her mouth just in front of the large dripping nipple. Her mouth opened and she started sucking. Nothing came. "Use you tongue to milk it out," Hannah said. Tentatively Catherine massaged the breast below the nipple with her tongue, rediscovering something she hadn't done in fourteen years. She was rewarded with a mouth full of warm sweet milk - and an overpowering sensation in her groin. She quickly established a rhythm that gave her mouthful after mouthful of milk. It was like her vagina was pulsing in sync with her mouth. She wasn't exactly coming, but she was at a plateau of intense pleasure. If Catherine wasn't coming, Hannah was - she was coming up a storm and had to restrain herself from screaming. Her hand found Catherine's crotch, moved aside the soaked panties and zeroed in on her young friend's clit. After just a few gentle stokes Catherine exploded in a violent orgasm making her panties, if possible, even wetter. Throughout the whole experience, she didn't stop suckling until Hannah's breast was empty. "Thank you Sweetheart; I needed that!" Hannah said. If she meant emptying the breast or the bone-shattering orgasm wasn't immediately clear. "Thank you," Catherine replied. "It was wonderful." Her answer was ambiguous too. She could have meant the milk, but the orgasm - her first from anyone else but herself - had nearly make her pass out. "I hope I'm not depriving Bernhard," she added. "No fear - it is 'supply and demand', you know," Hannah reassured her. "Besides my right breast is still fairly full - he really didn't take very much." Catherine nodded and got up, suddenly mindful that she might be squashing Hannah. "I really need some dry panties and perhaps another skirt," she said with a little smile. 'And perhaps also cool down a little,' she thought. "Sure," Hannah said. "I'll see if I can get Bernhard back to his pram - he really needs to sleep some more.” Chapter 4 Coming from the bright living room into the dark hall, Catherine was momentarily unable to see well - and collided with Colin. She gasped. The shock made her actually wet herself. Only a little, but a squirt escaped her bladder. Before she got annoyed or even embarrassed, she realised it would hardly have made any difference to the state of her panties or her skirt. The thought made her chuckle. That sound surprised Colin who was feeling more than a little guilty from having observed the scene through the partly open door. "What did it taste like?" he blurted out. An evasive answer would neither be dignified nor convincing, Catherine decided, so she told the exact truth. "Sweet. Warm and sweet." "Not my thing then," he said in an off-hand way. "I'm not keen on warm milk." "OK then," a bewildered Catherine said. "Um, Colin?" she started "Yes?" he said. "You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Catherine asked. Colin looked at her without understanding. "Why would I tell anyone?" Catherine didn't realise that Colin had only seen her mouth on Hannah's breast - and only briefly, not Hannah's hand in her crotch. "It could be kind of embarrassing," she faltered. Colin smiled. "I was curious too; that could also be embarrassing if anyone knew. So we shan't tell." "OK," Catherine said. Her eyes had adjusted to the light. She was looking down and could now see that Colin's pants - a pair of sweat pants - were grotesquely tented out. Her poor panties received another flow of moisture. 'God, he is huge!' Catherine thought. Afterwards she didn't know what devil possessed her - she ran her hand over Colin's massive hard-on. "No Colin, we shan't tell." His erection got, if anything, even harder from that. Colin's knees nearly buckled. They both fled upstairs to their respective rooms; Catherine to find some dry clothes and Colin to find distraction from his hard-on in a mind-numbingly boring essay. He was working on it when Hannah appeared with a glass of milk and a plate of biscuits. "Did you leave these in the hall?" she asked. "Oh yeah, I must have forgotten them," Colin said sheepishly. He had gone down to get a snack and was on the way back up when he observed parts of the little scene in the living room. "Jeez. Is it you or me who is distracted by pregnancy?" his step mother teased. Colin laughed, "I hope the milk is still cold," he said. "I don't like warm milk." Hannah made some vague answer; the seemingly innocent observation had certain ramifications. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Catherine returned to the living room to find Hannah and a large pot of tea. They chatted on; there was no embarrassment between them, but the episode was not mentioned. When Bernhard awoke after a respectable sleep, he was more his usual self and had a good feed from his mother. Sometime after 5 Colin reappeared declaring his essay finished. He entertained his little brother while Hannah and Catherine cooked dinner. Catherine was frequently sneaking peeks at Colin. He was just so incredibly sweet to the little boy. At one stage he had Bernhard sitting on his hip while expertly setting the table with his free hand. He caught her looking once and sent her a blazing smile that made her feel warm all over. After dinner they watched a film. Colin good-naturedly accepted that Hannah and Catherine were chick-flick fiends; the compromise was a romantic comedy with equal emphasis on romance and comedy and they all thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Bernhard happily circulated between the three 'adults' but eventually 'fell asleep at the tit', as Hannah expressed it, just as the film was finishing. Acting on the principle that you should 'sleep when the baby does' she went to bed but told Catherine and Colin they could watch more films if they wanted to - no one had to get up early for anything tomorrow; morning coffee with Irene was at 11 and Bernhard would ensure they were up long before that. Colin and Catherine decided to carry on. They choose a thriller that Catherine hadn't seen before. The suspense made her snuggle up closely to Colin, mashing her breasts into him. That - predictably - made his hard-on return, but Catherine neither commented nor repeated the touching. She did notice, however, which caused the second pair of drench panties that day. 'This is weird,' she thought. 'I've known him always - he's been like a cousin, really. And I'm older than him, but suddenly he's a hunk!' She realised Colin was talking to her and snapped back with a "Huh?" "I asked if you wanted to see any more films," Colin repeated patiently, then grinned. "I guess not. There's a sequel to this one, but it's not nearly as good." "No, I think it's time to go to bed - I was up pretty early and I want to have a shower," Catherine replied. "Fine," he said. "A shower sounds like a good idea." She extricated herself from him and he stood up. The tent in his trousers was very prominent, but he didn't seem embarrassed by it and did nothing to hide it. "Good night Colin," Catherine said softly and gave him a quick peck on the cheek - a famous first occasion. "Good night Catherine," Colin replied with a sweet smile. "I'll clear this up;" - he pointed at the cups and plates on the coffee table - "you go ahead and shower first." There were actually two bathrooms upstairs, but one was en-suite to the master bedroom and next to the nursery, so that was out of bounds. 'Always sweet, polite and considerate,' Catherine thought. 'And tall and good looking and a good dancer - no wonder the girls at the dance studio fight over him!' She was standing in the shower, letting the plentiful water warm her through. She had washed her short dark blond hair - and her sparse, well-trimmed pubic and she took very good care to ensure she was very clean 'down there'. Reluctantly she switched off the shower and dried her self vigorously. She realised she hadn't brought her nightdress; she felt disinclined to put on her day clothes again and decided just to wrap herself in a towel. She opened the door - and ran straight into Colin, causing the knot on the towel to loosen so it slid down over her breasts and onto the floor. There she stood, naked as the day she was born, looking at the tall handsome boy who was dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer-shorts. "Oops!" he said with a little smile, deftly swept the towel up from the floor and covered her breasts and groin with it with something that felt perilously close to a caress. "I'm sorry; I didn't know you were still here." "That's OK," Catherine said. She repeated it a few times before she finally had sufficient control of herself to redo the knot in the towel and walk to her room. She was intensely aware that the towel was too short to cover all of her 'naughty bits'. She could almost sense Colin's eyes on her naked bum. She had seen his impressive dick starting to swell in those loose boxers. All her drying had been in vain; she could feel moisture spread down her thighs. Chapter 5 She tried to get Colin out of her head. She tried to read a book. She tried to think about the afternoon's episode with Hannah. It didn't work. 'I used to be in love with his father,' she thought. 'Of course that would never work - it's embarrassing even to think about it now, but Colin is every bit is wonderful as his dad - and much more in my league.' Without really noticing she had started masturbating. She pulled her hand away. 'So why don't I do something about it?' she thought, got up, crossed her room, walked down the corridor to Colin's room and entered without knocking. Colin had just returned from the bathroom, put on his PJs and slipped into bed. He was just going to switch off his bedside lamp when Catherine entered the room. In a fluid motion, she took her nightdress off, pulled Colin's covers back and crawled into bed with him. He had instinctively moved over to make room for her, but she pulled him back on top of her and kissed him forcefully. She separated his lips with her tongue and when he opened his mouth her tongue darted into his, only to be turned back to her mouth by his tongue. The kiss went on forever. He was a spectacular kisser. She could feel his straining dick against her abdomen and she was sure he could smell her arousal. When they finally broke the kiss she pulled his head down to her breasts. "I know you don't like warm milk," she said huskily, “but these boobs can be licked and suckled without spraying." Without hesitation he 'set to work' on her breasts. His licking, sucking and gentle nibbling set her on fire. OK, she might not be able to reach a climax from it, but it was certainly pushing her in that direction. She so wanted to come - and was wondering how she could get him to stimulate her pussy manually - when he stopped licking her breasts and started moving downwards. He licked her belly-button which tickled and made her giggle, but soon after he moved further down. He reached her mons and gently pried her legs apart with his hands. 'My God he's going to lick my pussy!' Catherine thought. 'Thomas would never do that.' Colin would - and he did it spectacularly well. He had his long agile tongue run the length of her pussy, then penetrated her vagina, then circled her clit, then repeated. Slowly the circling around her clit got closer and closer, longer and longer. Finally he zeroed in on it and rolled it between his lips. Hannah had said it felt like her head was going to explode with George. Catherine could totally relate. She came with a long piercing howl - spasm after spasm originated in her vagina and spread out through her entire body; she felt like her brain was melting down. Colin was unprepared for the howl and instinctively stopped his oral assault on Catherine's sex. Which was just as well; she was in sensory overload and could take no more. It only took Colin a few seconds to realise that Catherine was feeling better than she ever had in her entire life and he felt quite smug. He planted little butterfly kisses all over Catherine's pussy until she gently moved his head away. "No more Colin, no more. I can take no more. Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow!" Hannah - who had been deeply asleep - got woken by the howl. Disoriented and confused she wanted to rush to Catherine's aid when she realised that the sound came from Colin's room. Comprehension of the nature of the sound slowly dawned. 'Like father, like son!' she thought and chuckled inwardly. 'I can't even complain - George and I kept Colin awake many times before we moved down here.' She found - with some difficulty - a comfortable way to lie and tried to fall asleep again. Chapter 6 "I guess you liked that," a bemused Colin was saying to Catherine when her incoherent babbling had ceased and her breathing returned to normal. "And how!" Catherine exclaimed. "I've never felt anything like it! Where on earth did you learn to do that?" "In Scotland," Colin replied with a small smile. That answer completely threw Catherine. "Huh?" she gaped. "In Scotland," Colin repeated. "Sorry, I don't get it," Catherine said. Colin relented. "I spent part of the summer up in the Scottish highlands with Quentin's family. You remember Quentin, don't you?" "Your tutor?" Catherine asked. "That's the one!" Colin confirmed. "They have a manor up there - his parents are very wealthy." "I still don't get it," Catherine started. "Quentin has a sister," Colin said patiently. "Well he has several, but he has a sister called Aileana. She's our age - much younger than her siblings - and she was, you know, curious. About boys, I mean." "Curious huh?" Catherine said. "Was she your girlfriend?" "No, we both knew that was a non-starter," Colin said. "But we spent a lot of time together." "As in?" Catherine demanded. "As in together in bed. With no clothes on," Colin said simply. "She taught me what she liked and I taught her what I liked and we had a great time." "Bet you did!" Catherine said - more than a little jealous. "Oh yes we did," Colin grinned. "And Aileana taught me where and how a girl likes to be licked. Of course I couldn't know if all girls liked to be licked in the same way. But I got the impression that you have similar likes." "As in?" Catherine asked again. "Well, you kind of made it clear you liked it. Aileana was never that vocal. Wouldn't have been good if she was; her house may be huge, but her bedroom was right next door to her parents' you know," Colin replied. "Was I very loud?" Catherine asked, starting to feel warm in her face. "Let's just say we're lucky Bernhard didn't wake up!" "Oh God, do you think Hannah heard us?" Catherine asked with a blush. "I'm certain Hannah heard 'us' - she's a very light sleeper," Colin replied. "I think most mothers are." Catherine's blush spread all the way down her neck. She was silent for a while. "Tell me more about this Aileana girl - what did she do to you?" Catherine asked as they snuggled up closely. "Like, did she let you, you know, get into her?" "No, we didn't do that," Colin replied. "I don't think we were ready for that and besides we didn't have any, you know, protection. She kind of freaked out the first time she made me, you know, come - it splattered all over her crotch." "We wouldn't have to worry about that," Catherine said. "I'm on the pill you know." "Well, Aileana wasn't, and she wasn't too keen to have, my, you know, goo, all over her bed either," Colin continued, "so we found another solution." "What was that?" Catherine asked - her hand was now playing with Colin's erection through his PJ pants. "Aileana used her mouth too," Colin said. "She gave you a blow-job?" Catherine asked? "Many blow-jobs," Colin said. "She got really good at it after a while." "I don't know that I could do that," Catherine said so quietly she had to repeat it. "I would never ask you to do something you don't like!" Colin replied aghast. "But I want to," Catherine said - making up her mind. "Just tell me if I don't do it right." She tugged at Colin's PJ pants and got them off with some difficulty. She scooted down and got to look at Colin's dick up close. "It looks so different from Thomas'," she said. "It is much bigger for starters, but the shape is also different. And it's like you have some skin he didn't have." She tentatively moved Colin's foreskin up over the frenulum which nearly made him come then and there. "Could be he is circumcised - then that skin is missing," Colin said with a gasp. "Oh, yes, perhaps that's it," Catherine said, recalling random information gathered during Sex Ed classes long ago. She gathered courage, stuck out her tongue and licked the small drop of clear liquid gathered at the tip. The liquid wasn't yuck and Colin himself tasted nice and clean, but then he'd had a shower recently just like herself. She took the plunge, opened her mouth wide and engulfed the entire head of Colin's dick. She felt him shudder and heard him groan in pleasure. Thus encouraged she moved her mouth up and down - accidentally scraping her teeth over the swollen head. Colin didn't exactly yelp, put he winced in a drawn out hiss and Catherine immediately opened her mouth and withdrew. "Sorry," she said. Tears were forming in her eyes. "Did I do something wrong?" She felt incredible vulnerable. "No, no, it was fine - just be careful with your teeth," he panted. "The head is just as sensitive as your clit when you have gotten me this excited," Colin added, gently stroking her hair and trying to sound as soothing as possible. "If you just use your lips and tongue then it'll be fantastic." Catherine tried again. She moved Colin's foreskin forth and back over the base of his dick head with her lips and the sounds coming from Colin assured her she was on the right track. 'Lips and tongue he said,' she thought. 'OK.' She let her tongue play with that spot on the underside of the dick that she had touched before. The stimulation of his frenulum set Colin off. Already at trigger-point, he exploded in a series of strong ejaculations before he could say a single word of warning. Catherine was taken by surprise, but she managed to swallow it all. It wasn't easy, but it didn't make her gag and the real deal wasn't yuck like she had feared it would be. She kept licking and sucking, but he gently stopped her. "Please, no more. It's just like your clit. Once I've come, it gets very sensitive," he said, pulling her back up in his arms and embracing her. "Did I do OK?" she asked. He could see the insecurity in her eyes and hear it in her voice. "OK? It was fantastic!" he replied. "Was I as good as Aileana?" she asked in a small voice. He looked her in the eyes. "Catherine, it was so much better. There is no comparison." "How so?" Catherine asked - pleased but confused. "With Aileana it was just fun." Colin explained. "She and I were friends. In Scandinavia it's called bollevenner - friends that have sex and nothing more. But with you? That is completely different." Catherine started to get the drift "Why?" she asked - felling all giddy. Colin took the plunge. "Because I love you!" Getting the drift is one thing. Getting the full truth in simple, clear and unmistakable words is indeed completely different. Catherine was crying and laughing and trying to speak and kiss all at the same time. "Oh Colin, I love you too!" she finally managed. They kissed and hugged and cuddled again. "How long have you, I mean," Catherine started but trailed off again. "Loved you?" Colin completed the question for her. "For the longest time - ever since before we moved to England." "Like all the time I was with Thomas?" she asked. "Yes," he said with emphasis. "So I knew I didn't stand a chance." "I wish I'd known," she said. "You may not have wanted me - I was just a kid then; I had some growing to do," he said with a remarkable maturity. "And grown you have!" Catherine said with a grin, fondling his slowly re-hardening dick. She looked him in the eye. "Colin," she whispered. "I think I'm ready." Colin's dick hardened in record time. Catherine rolled over on her back, spread her legs and pulled Colin over on top of her. "Get that PJ top off," she said huskily. "I want to see and feel all of you." She guided him in. It hurt a little like she had expected but not much. The sensation of being full was fantastic. After some fumbling and giggling they established a rhythm and it started to feel really good. It was at the back of her mind that Colin would last longer because of the blow job. Then there were no more thoughts. The exploding head feeling was suddenly over her as the climax shook her entire body. Colin's mouth muffled her screams. The sensation of her tight yet silky soft, moist and warm vagina around his dick had been stunning - even better than her lips. When her vagina started to ripple and contract around him he came and came and came, shouting his own joy into her mouth. Chapter 7 She was a little sore when they woke the next morning - still in a close embrace, so she played with his morning wood with her hands and brought him off. The amount of ejaculate astonished her. This kind of 'milk' was clearly 'supply and demand' too. She mentally sympathised with Aileana worrying about having it in her bed. Colin at least partly read her thoughts. "I think we'd better shower this morning," he said with goofy grin. "Together?" she asked playfully. "Deal!" he said. They washed each other very thoroughly. Then Colin brought Catherine off orally, still in the shower. They discovered why people sing in the bathroom - the noise was impressive. They went down to the kitchen hand in hand. Hannah was making breakfast, having secured Bernhard in a baby chair. Colin picked him up and started feeding him baby-porridge. Catherine spoke out loud what she'd been thinking the day before. "He'd make a great dad!" she said to Hannah. "Yes," Hannah agreed. "But not anytime soon! You'd better not forget your pill this morning." There was a knowing smile on her face. "Nooo, that would be a poor idea," Catherine agreed. "I take it we can leave Catherine's bedding on until next time she visits?" Hannah said lightly. "Yup," Colin said - completely without embarrassment. "But I need some clean sheets. I'll change them later." "I wondered if you two would work it out," Hannah said. "We did!" Colin replied. "Yes, so I heard," Hannah grinned. Catherine coloured up slightly, but she was too happy to be really embarrassed. The day was happy but relatively uneventful. They all went over to Irene’s for morning coffee. Colin's presence intrigued their host, but she was pleased to see how he interacted with the babies. Irene's 'morning coffee' was substantial so they skipped lunch. Mid afternoon they started cooking and had a fabulous meal ready when Catherine's parents and younger siblings arrived. As usual Fiona had a lot to tell about the ballet. As usual they let her. And as usual Dave and Joanna asked how things had been for Catherine - and for Hannah, Colin and Bernhard. "We had a very nice time," Catherine said and explained about the walks and the morning coffee and generally just hanging out. "And Catherine got herself a boyfriend," Hannah teased. "Did too!" Catherine said happily. "And this time I won't need parental approval." Joanna's raised eyebrows in direction of Colin were met by a barely perceptible nod from her oldest daughter. Joanna smiled widely. There was something about Catherine she couldn't quite place, but she looked incredibly happy. Fiona got the hunch last and had a sinking feeling which was reflected in her face, but she didn't say anything. Dave didn't get it but this time knew enough not to ask. He didn't have to. When the family left for London, Catherine gave Colin a toe-curling kiss in the hall. Fiona stormed out to the car. "You needed some fresh sheets?" Hannah said, appearing with them in Colin's room a little later - Bernhard had let himself be put to bed. "Yes I do," he said and stripped his bed. Hannah noted the red stains. "Her first time huh?" "Mine too," he smiled. "It sounded like she liked it," Hannah grinned. "Yeah," Colin agreed while he methodically redid his bed. "I guess she did. I liked it too!" Hannah gave Colin a quick kiss. "Keep on being good to her; she means a lot to me." "I know," Colin said. "And to your dad too," Hannah added. Colin smiled a little crooked smile. "I know." Hannah gathered up the stained sheets. "I think they need to soak with a stain remover for a while. I'll take care of them." "Thanks," Colin said. "If you don't mind I think I'll go to bed. I was going to wait up until Dad came home, but I'm bushed." "That's OK. You have a long school week ahead," Hannah said and bestowed her step son with another caress before leaving. "How have you all been?" George asked when his mouth was available for talking. "Fine, just fine," Hannah replied happily. She had gone to bed but stayed awake. "We missed you terribly, but it was a nice weekend." "Oh yes, Catherine was here, wasn't she?" George said, while undressing quickly and methodically. "Yes!" Hannah said with emphasis. "Joanna and Dave and the kids all came for dinner. But they left several hours ago. And the boys are both asleep." "And how's my little man?" George asked fondly. "Did he react to the MMR jab?" "Well, he was not himself on Saturday," Hannah said. "He didn't want to eat much, leaving me with bursting boobs." She indicated said boobs. "A pity I wasn't there to help," her husband said, rolling her nipples and making them leak. "Catherine took care of that little detail," Hannah said neutrally, as she lay down on the bed again. "Did she now?" George said with interest - both clear in his voice and in his dick which was now at full mast. "Is she into girls again now that she chucked out the lad?" "I think she - we - always will be to some extent and she certainly was during Saturday afternoon," Hannah said musingly, "but by nightfall she was very much into boys. Or should I say boys were into her, courtesy of your son." George had nodded understanding to the first part, but the last part surprised him. "Colin?" he asked in astonishment. "Yes, Colin," Hannah said. "And he was so good at it he made her scream the house down. She spent the night in his bed." "Good for them!" George said with emphasis. "Indeed," Hannah agreed. "But that leaves all the excess milk for you." George didn't answer. He was busy suckling said excess. Hannah could feel the orgasm approaching. It was going to be a big one. Little sister was in for a tight squeeze. THE END